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Forget the Storm	By : ChelseaTygers Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 8953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A guest reviewer said last chapter that men do not go to jail for not paying child support since that makes no sense and instead have their wages garnished. Google would have told them otherwise had they actually checked (The New York Times had an article on it just a couple days before the last chapter came out). That’s the way it goes in the US, though I don’t know what country you’re in or its own particular laws. When men lack the funds to pay, they go to jail (the threat of imprisonment is seen as a deterrent for not paying). If they have the funds, they do have their wages garnished, even if what’s left over isn’t enough for them to live off of. Indeed, jailing men who cannot pay doesn’t make any sense. But many prisons are private and make a profit, so of course the US has the largest prison population on the fucking planet and stuffs it full of non-violent offenders.
The court system is incredibly biased towards women, there’s no doubt about that, and it needs to change if we’re to have real equality. There’s even a guy who was statutorily raped, the woman became pregnant and never told him, and years later he’s being forced to pay child support. And there’s a guy who was forced to pay $30k in child support for a child who was not his just because an ex-girlfriend put him on the birth certificate and he did not dispute it in time when many people refused to tell him how to do so. Madness. But let me stop with this bleak shit and let you continue onwards.
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Six: The Kampf is Real
“Hojo?!” Mrs. Higurashi gasped, her face quickly forming a frown. “But I thought—”
“You thought wrong,” Kagome responded, some of the fire gone from her as she leaned back into the mountain of pillows she had somehow wrangled out of the stingy hospital staff. “Hojo and I are in love.”
“How did this happen?” the older woman whispered with concern.
“Yeah, Kagome,” Inuyasha butted in, his tone furious. He knew she was lying. If there had been even a whiff of something sexual going on between the two teens, he would have eviscerated him before that fucking fruit would be able to take a breath and yell for mommy. “How the fuck did it happen?”
Mrs. Higurashi looked at him askance and Kagome just closed her eyes. “None of your business,” she said, her tone the same as it had been around the time they’d first met.
“My grandchild is certainly my business, Kagome,” Mrs. Higurashi said, for the first time sounding genuinely a little angry at her daughter. “Now, how did this come about?” When the girl still didn’t respond, she leaned a little closer, trying her best to look severe. “Am I going to have to call his parents?”
Kagome huffed irritably, managing to blow her bangs out of her eyes. “At camp. We got closer than we were before and we’ve been doing it ever since.”
Mrs. Higurashi frowned. “He’s a nice boy, so I’m assuming this was all your idea. I just… I don’t know how to punish you. You’ve gotten so wild.”
“You’re not going to punish me,” Kagome bit out. “I’ll go live with Hojo and his family and we won’t have to speak to or see one another again.”
Her mother turned away, a corner of her mouth turned down in a frown. “If that’s how you want it. I can’t deal with you anymore, I’m afraid. I never wanted you to make my mistakes. When I was your age, your father and I were the same, and we had you. You saw how that ended.” No response. Shaking her head, she moved aside the curtain and said, “I’m going to check with the nurses and get your discharge papers.”
Meanwhile, Inuyasha was hardly listening to the exchange and barely glanced at her as she walked out, giving him a glance telling him to follow. Instead, he was steaming on the inside. His mind was running through a thousand different scenarios and possible reactions. Kagome would probably go straight to Hojo and tearfully tell him her tale, complete with a few embellishments, of course. And the boy would heroically do as she said and marry her, raising Inuyasha’s child as his own. Since he came from money and already had his own entry-level job at his father’s company, they probably would move in together right away in an abode separate from his parents, probably a cute little love nest of an apartment uptown somewhere. Then in a year she’d be pregnant again with a human baby and would have already long forgotten about him. Maybe he’d still be working at the Shrine and would have run out of outdoor work to do, reduced to scrubbing toilets and kissing Mrs. Higurashi’s feet while being Sota’s surrogate dad in order to keep his exalted position as a rent-free “sort of” tenant.
He didn’t want that.
“I wonder how you’re going to explain your kid having dog ears and silver hair to your little boyfriend,” Inuyasha said, trying to sound casual, although his voice shook a little and his heart was pounding in his ears.
There were a few seconds of nothing, then finally Kagome looked at him, her eyes narrowing and her lips just barely parting before turning down in a trembling frown, showing her hurt and disgust. All too soon, that bratty little pout was back on her mouth and she turned away from him, glaring at the curtain behind his head.
“Hojo would be a good dad. Even if that doesn’t turn out to be the case, at least I know he won’t ever make out with my mom.”
Attempting to calm himself down, Inuyasha grit his teeth and released, feeling marginally better. “Are you gonna listen to what I have to say or not?”
After a couple seconds, she nodded, and he launched into his half thought out spiel, feeling like a salesman selling a product he knew was not up to par.
“Kagome,” he said, his voice tight and tainted with the remaining fear from losing her not once but twice in one night, one of those times with the possibility of being fatally permanent, fear he knew he was not experiencing the fullness of yet. “I’ve been faithful to you. I know I ain’t been all that honest, but I swear you’re the only girl I’ve been with since this started. The—the baby, our baby, needs us both, okay? I’m going to be there for you just like I said.”
She remained expressionless throughout his little speech, but suddenly her big blue eyes got bigger and she paled. Wondering what had caused that, knowing it couldn’t have been his words which he was sure even a kid Sota’s age could have improved, he turned around, only to see the woman whose feelings he had been trying to spare.
Mrs. Higurashi just stared at him, so many emotions and thoughts visibly passing behind her eyes with a manic speed that even he couldn’t keep track of. Inuyasha realized that even though he had known her longer than he had known Kagome, he did not know her as well as he knew her daughter. There was just never an effort made on his part. Plus, she had always kept certain parts of herself hidden, buried under layers and layers of pleasant motherliness and only occasionally letting free that lustful personality with no signs of maternal behavior to come out and play. Neither of them were really her. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed before this moment, and a little ashamed as well. A woman like her deserved better.
“What are you saying?” Mrs. Higurashi said in a low voice he thought was quite unlike her usual bright and cheery one.
Inuyasha didn’t look at her. He couldn’t. It was true that he didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to hurt anyone, and he didn’t want to have a baby, but Kagome was his and he wasn’t letting her go. Not for anything. Ignoring his former lover, he simply looked at Kagome, wordlessly pleading with her to respond. The bitter expression melted off her face and her eyes grew big and filled with tears, her slim, delicate hands rushing up to cover her trembling lips.
Kagome nodded, a weak smile on her face, finally showing him how tired she was from everything that had happened. Inuyasha walked the few steps to her side and sat by her on the bed, his hand finding hers and grasping it, caressing her smooth, pale skin with just the tips of his fingers.
Mrs. Higurashi snatched her purse from where she had laid it on the end of the bed, her heels click-clacking loudly as she sped to the exit. Without turning around, she said in that same low, foreign voice, “Inuyasha, you are no longer my employee. Kagome, you are no longer my daughter. Never approach the Shrine again.”
Neither he nor Kagome said anything to her.
“I can’t just forget,” Kagome whispered to him, making his heart clench. “But I don’t want to think about it now. I don’t want to think about it ever.” Her eyes were sincere and filled with tears that she did not let fall. “So I’m choosing to forgive you, okay? I’m choosing you over her because you chose me. Please don’t make me regret it, Inuyasha.”
Overwhelmed with the knowledge that she wasn’t going to leave him, he clasped her tightly to himself, releasing a little earlier than he wanted to when she began to squirm uncomfortably. He didn’t know what to say to her, so he said nothing, letting her doze a little while as he stared at her, lost in thought.
After a while, Inuyasha stood up, anxious to get out of the stuffy building. It was going to be a long, hard road, but he and Kagome would create happiness for themselves, as well as magnify the happiness they’d already found in each other. Frowning, he wondered how he’d manage to get some new clothes for Kagome and himself and still be able to pay rent on his shitty apartment. He knew it would be incredibly difficult to try and get any of Kagome’s things, even her essentials, from the shrine after what had happened. Not to mention his own things, including several of his favorite work shirts and his most comfortable sneakers. Shaking his head, he told himself things would work out somehow.
“You ready to go?” he asked gently, knowing he had come this close to losing her forever to some idiot kid, not even wanting to think about the other thing that had almost taken her.
Kagome nodded, a big smile on her face. “Am I finally gonna see your place?”
Inuyasha grinned back at her. She had been asking him where he retreated to every new moon, begging to go with him. Once, she actually had the gall to follow him, but he had sped off as fast as his retreating demonic abilities allowed him to, which was still much faster than a car. It had taken quite a few kisses to get her to talk to him again the next day.
“I’ve told you it’s a complete mess,” he said, taking a hand of hers in each of his and helping her stand up. “Don’t want you to get your hopes up.”
She shook her head, waves tumbling adorably. “I’m just happy to be with you. Now help me out of this stupid papery gown, I can’t reach the freaking ties in back.”
It was the most perfect thing she could have said. Bending down to kiss the top of her sweet-smelling head, he put his arms around her, untying the sloppy bows some nurse or other had trapped her with. Once that was off and he had ogled her a bit, he fished around in the plastic bag under the bed full of the clothes she had been wearing, pulling out her school uniform and tugging the shirt over her head, tying her little red scarf just because he liked to see it on her. It made the outfit complete. Thoroughly looking over the small pleated skirt, he noticed a few blood stains in the back. The cloth was a very dark green, so it didn’t show up too much, sort of looking like a period stain, if anything. They could get the stain out with a bit of oxyclean and a lot of work. After he’d gotten another job and saved up a bit, they could get her a new uniform, but for now they’d have to make this one last. He held out the skirt for her to step into and she did so, gingerly grasping his shoulders to steady herself. After he had zipped it up, he made sure her shoes were on securely, tugging to see if they would be able to endure the ride.
Crouching down in a now familiar fashion, Inuyasha said, “Hop on.”
“But we didn’t get my discharge papers and—”
Inuyasha sniffed delicately, an expression of distaste appearing prominently on his face. “I’m tired of the smell and the noises. It’s all shit and screaming. Maybe you can stand it, but I’ve gotta run.”
The slight weight and familiar warmth on his back told him all he needed to know, and he ran out, kicking open the doors of the emergency room and hearing the enraged squawks of the nurses with a satisfied smirk on his face. They passed through another set of doors and then they were out, the cool night air refreshing him and making Kagome burrow into him a little further, a slight shiver racking her frame. His apartment was across the city, deep in the bad part of town, a part he knew Kagome had never ventured before. Cookie-cutter two-story homes with wide, green, impeccable lawns gradually gave way to one-story homes with peeling paint of a garish color, lawn chairs with broken arms and legs decorating the porches and “Beware of Dog” signs hanging crookedly on rusted fences. Then they were passing run-down apartment buildings that looked like cardboard boxes stepped upon by a giant toddler, loud, angry voices coming from the open windows along with a few babies’ cries and screams. Kagome’s hands tightened on his shoulders, this time not to secure her position or from the cold, but from fear. Comfortingly, his thumbs rubbed her thighs, the gesture tinged with an apology.
Finally, they arrived at his place.
The outside of the building was crumbling and dirty, trash littered about the sidewalk and street, mostly fast food junk and used condoms with the odd glove or flip flop or pair of panties here and there. A strange smell wafted up out of the sewers and into his nostrils, and Inuyasha reprimanded himself for forgetting not to breathe in until safely inside his apartment. He was well aware that he lived in what was definitely the worst part of town. It was far from what Kagome had been used to. While the Higurashis weren’t incredibly wealthy, they had all that lovely property and just enough money to pay the tax on it every year thanks to donations and tourism. Since he had stopped, Kagome tried to get down from his back, but he wouldn’t let her. Something in him didn’t even want her feet to touch the ground. He’d just carry her until they were in a better place. Sighing, he trudged up the stairs, mapping out a plan in his mind for taking care of Kagome. And the baby.
He lived on the third floor of five, with the noise of a dirty bunch of worthless pigs above him and below him going 24/7. Kagome cringed at the loud voices, the dirty words, the mindless rage. It was like a madhouse, he knew that. But they had no other options at the moment. The only thing they could do was make the best of it, and for a pessimist like Inuyasha, that was going to be tough. Keeping a grip on her smooth thigh, he let go of her with one hand to open the door to his apartment. The lock was broken and he had lost his key months ago. The only reason his apartment wasn’t stripped of the few things he had was because everyone knew who he was. He’d had to prove his strength in a few fights after first moving in a couple years back and now no one fucked with him.
The door creaked open and he flicked on the light, the bulb making a loud pop and the light disappearing immediately after. He sighed, wondering if he had some leftover light bulb somewhere or if he could borrow one from a neighbor until he could buy another. They had to save all the money they could now. Letting Kagome slide off his back, he went over to what he called the kitchen, which was really just the corner in which he kept his hot plate, microwave, and mini refrigerator. A few inches away from that was the bedroom, AKA his sleeping bag. Behind them was the bathroom, which was an actual bathroom, although it barely qualified as that. He had a toilet which worked most of the time and a shower without a tub and a sink he had used to use to do his dishes before he had given up completely on living like a person and began using paper plates and bowls and cups.
“This is it,” he announced, now thoroughly embarrassed that she knew how he lived. No longer would he be that exotic older guy to her. Now he was just some poor freak who had knocked her up. It wouldn’t be long until she begged her mother to take her back and filed a restraining order against him.
She said nothing. After a couple seconds, he gathered up the courage to look at her, his heart hurting with the knowledge that she couldn’t hide how she felt from him, not even in the dark, and seeing her anger and pain would finally do him in. To his surprise, her eyes were bright and shining, but not with tears. There was a smile on her face and her expression was full of excitement, of all things.
“This is so cool!” she whisper-shrieked, sounding so very much her age. “It’s like camping at a hotel!”
Inuyasha laughed out loud and she stumbled into his arms, her eyes useless in the dark room even though the glow from the streetlights and the flashing neon sign from the bar across the street made his eyes ache. Deciding the day had been too much for them, he moved them both over to the sleeping bag, unzipping it and leaving himself half out in the cold, even though he was spooning her. Kagome wriggled around a bit, and he realized he had preemptively put her to bed. Sighing, he sat up, leaning on his elbow, and helped her undress. It wouldn’t do to have her school uniform all wrinkled and smelling of him. Her shoes and socks were the last to go, and he lined up everything neatly on the floor, tossing her clothes to the cardboard boxes he called his closet. Finally, they were ready to go to sleep. Inuyasha tried to think of something to say, something profound and loving, but knew that would take quite a while and he wanted to tell her something to reassure her before she drifted off.
“I love you,” was all he said, his voice sounding strangely choked. Having her there brought back the sadness he’d felt upon first moving in and living in such surroundings. He’d grown used to it and had ceased to realize it, but now that he had someone else to take care of, it was breaking his heart. “We’re gonna be okay, you know,” he vowed.
“I know,” she said, her voice soft and sleepy and adorable and more confident in him than he could ever be.
Smiling, he turned her towards him to give her a kiss, just barely letting it linger on her lips, not wanting to tempt and arouse himself. He’d have to be very careful after what had happened tonight. If he lost her, he knew he’d go with her.
O/o/O
Inuyasha awoke to the smell of pancakes, eggs, and sausages. At first, he was elated, but then he remembered he didn’t have any of those things at home and he was probably smelling something from one of his neighbors. When the scent persisted in teasing his nose even after he had drifted back into dreamland, he opened his eyes, surprised to see Kagome huddled over the hot plate with one of his pans.
“You’re up!” she crowed, glancing back at him. “I’m almost done here, just a few more seconds.”
Confused, he crawled over to her. “Where’d you get that?”
“Your downstairs neighbors,” she said pleasantly, turning over a pancake and plopping it down on a huge stack of pancakes on a paper plate. “They really like you. They said I could take whatever I wanted, so I did.”
Inuyasha chuckled and rolled his eyes. He had only met those neighbors once, months and months ago. They’d been arguing, the man and woman he assumed were a couple, quite loudly in the middle of the night. He’d gone to their door, knocked politely, and then kicked it down, screaming at them to shut the fuck up and go the fuck to sleep. Inuyasha liked to think he’d saved their marriage. There had been no loud fighting from downstairs ever since, although they still watched TV like they were deaf. Odds were they were probably horrified of him. At least he knew Kagome could get whatever she needed from them.
“That was nice of them,” he said with a smirk, kissing the crown of her head.
“I’m gonna need all the energy I can get from now on,” she said, determinedly piling scrambled eggs on her plate. “Mid-terms are coming up and the baby is getting pretty active.”
He nearly dropped his plate. “You don’t mean you’re still planning on going to school, do you?”
She drizzled maple syrup on her pancakes and took a plastic fork and knife, digging in. “Of course! I’ve been working too hard to give up now. I’ll take some time off when the baby’s born, but until then—“
“No!” he said firmly, putting his half-eaten plate of breakfast to the side. “Kagome, just take this year off, just this one year. You can go to school online or something, we’ll figure it out. Just rest!” His heart was thundering in his ribcage. He had come so close to losing her, to being alone for the rest of his life, to dying inside. If something were to happen to her, he would never forgive himself, never forgive her.
Slowly, Kagome placed her fork down on the edge of her plate, her eyes bright and hard. “No. I’m not going to hide.”
He scowled. “I don’t think your pride is worth your life. Just stay here until the baby is born, and then you can go back.”
“This is important to me,” she emphasized from between clenched teeth. “I’m not going to be like every other teen mom and just give up. School is the only thing I’m good at, so just let me keep it.”
A staring, or really glaring, contest ensued, one which he lost almost as soon as it began. “Fine,” Inuyasha muttered grudgingly, stuffing the remainder of his breakfast into his mouth in a few quick motions. “But I walk you to and from every day.”
Kagome’s glare immediately turned into a huge smile and his heart fluttered in a most unmasculine way in his ribcage. “I wouldn’t have it any other way!” she chirped.
Allowing her a small smile in return, Inuyasha brushed a kiss across her cheek and went to take a quick shower. By the time he was finished, Kagome was dressed in her stained uniform, blushingly tugging her blouse down in the hopes it would cover the stain, but to no avail.
“You can hardly see it,” he told her, opening the door and leading her outside. “Besides, you’ll be sitting down most of the time, anyway.”
She scowled and blinked rapidly in the morning sunlight. “I just don’t want to look all sloppy like my life is falling apart. It’s more important than ever for me to look presentable.”
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and tugged on her hand, kneeling in front of her so she could get on his back. After she scrambled on, he took off, dodging the few people in the hallways who were ending their night when they were just starting their day. He had been like them once, before Kagome, he thought smugly. Now he had a reason to live properly again. The run to Kagome’s school was shorter than the run had been from the hospital to his apartment, and again they were in the nice part of town. Her school was a stately-looking red brick building that looked more like a university, several early students milling about socializing or studying. He let her off his back, feeling awkward at the stares directed their way.
“I’ll come for you fifteen minutes after school ends,” he promised, already knowing her schedule and that she liked to talk to her friends a little after classes ended. He wanted to keep looking for work until four in the afternoon, as any later it would be dark already and he’d have less luck.
“Thank you!” Kagome beamed, kissing him right on the lips in front of everyone. “I got some spaghetti and sauce from our downstairs neighbors, so I’ll make that for dinner.”
With one last, lingering kiss, she took off for the building, leaving him alone and his back slightly chilly. Glaring at the other students until they stopped staring, Inuyasha took off, heading for the suburbs around the school. The area was nicer, the homes more expensive than where he had worked before, but he needed more money than he had before as well. Had he been anyone else, he would have just looked for work online or gone to various businesses, but the problem with establishments was that they tend to check someone’s background. Regular people didn’t quite care that much most of the time, especially when it’s just someone mowing their lawn. As a half-demon, he did have a bit of trouble with certain types of people, more demons than humans, but over the past few years attitudes had changed, so he no longer feared simply knocking on a door and offering his services like he used to.
The first house Inuyasha called on was a large, three-story white building with an open iron gate and a flower garden that had potential but was disorganized and neglected. Summoning what was left of his confidence, Inuyasha straightened his work shirt and knocked on the door, ringing the bell once. And then he waited. Nothing. After almost an entire minute, some shuffling footsteps, and then some pressure on the door, as if someone were leaning against it. Then nothing for an even longer period of time than before. Finally, the door opened a crack, and a wrinkled old face looked out at him. After a silent bit of staring, he coughed and attempted a smile.
“Hello, ma’am, my name is Inuyasha and I noticed your plants were looking—”
SLAM!
“Stay off my property, I don’t want nothing you’re selling!”
“I’m not selling anything,” he said urgently, trying to get her to open the door again. “I just wanted to offer my services—”
“My husband built this house with his own two hands and I am staying in it, no matter what you banksters think!” she shrieked, pounding on the door for good measure.
“I’m not from any bank, I’m a gardener!” he said loudly, wondering if the woman had something wrong with her or had figured out how to discourage any kind of soliciting apart from that offered by very desperate half-demons.
“And one more thing, if you’re going door to door, you should either have cookies or wear deodorant.”
Gaping at the heavy wooden door which he knew he could knock down with nothing more than a flick of the wrist, Inuyasha soon recovered himself and yelled, “Well at least I’m not some crazy old bitch with no manners! And I know this was a planned community; your husband didn’t build shit, even if he had existed.”
It was obvious to them both the old woman had won, he thought as he stormed off. There she was, shut up and comfortable in her fancy home, alone and decaying. Meanwhile, he had a shitty apartment he didn’t know how he was going to pay for from now on, a naïve girlfriend who thought he was matched only by God and trusted him completely, an unwanted baby inside that girlfriend, and no way of getting a job to support them. Inuyasha shook his head and looked for another house to try. He knew he was prone to damaging negativity, and he knew he needed to stop that if he was ever going to support Kagome and give her everything she needed. Trying to muster up just a fraction of Kagome’s attitude from when she was at her best, he continued on his journey.
It only went downhill from there.
Every house he went to already had a gardener, which he could understand since it was a well off area and all, but he knew it wasn’t true. Usually when he looked for work, he had fliers and business cards to make him look more official, but he had none of that now. All the money he had saved had been spent on stupid stuff that was all at Mrs. Higurashi’s shrine. He wasn’t good with money, not when he was by himself. But now there was someone else to consider, and he’d turn himself into a fucking ascetic accountant for her. Every increment spent would always be for only the most necessary things, every shopping trip carefully planned out beforehand to avoid impulse buys.
At least the people were nice about rejecting him, even if their scents told him they were afraid, thinking him a potential robber just casing the joint or whatever. They needn’t have worried; he was all done with crime, not that he would tell them that. A couple people even took down his name and number, but he knew they wouldn’t call. Inuyasha went to several more neighborhoods, where most of the people didn’t even answer the door. Five minutes before four, he sped back to the school, not allowing himself to regret being caught confessing to Kagome.
She was the only one at the high school’s gated entrance, her black hair billowing in the breeze, contrasting prettily with her pale skin. Immediately, his heart warmed and he embraced her, for once initiating a public display of affection without sexual thoughts running through his head. It was only the first day. Everything would be alright.
They traveled back to his apartment the same way they had left it, her skirt and hair flapping behind them. The apartment building was quieter now, most people living there working unusual hours or just out most of the time, like he used to be. Going right up to the apartment, he immediately kicked open the door and went straight to his sleeping bag where he collapsed, Kagome hopping off just before he hit the ground. Toeing off her shoes, she placed them neatly by the door and skipped back to the mini fridge. Inuyasha leaned his back against the wall and watched her kneel in front of the almost completely empty appliance, admiring the shiny waves of her hair. He’d have to buy better shampoo. The bar of Irish Spring he used for everything wasn’t good enough for her. Even if they did sell it at the 99 cents store six for a dollar, he thought regretfully. It was a damned good deal, and you didn’t see much of those these days. Sighing, he wondered what he was going to tell her about his job hunt. She was just so full of optimism that he couldn’t bear to crush it.
“Here!” Kagome said brightly, handing him a cold glass bottle of beer he knew hadn’t been in the fridge just this morning. Taking it, he saw it was his favorite brand, the one that had a hint of orange in the flavor and reminded him of summer growing up, before shit went wrong. “I had some change left over in my pocket from lunch yesterday,” Kagome explained, answering his unasked question, “and I thought you could use a treat.”
Inuyasha smiled at her, pushing down some of his annoyance at her frivolous spending, even if it was hardly anything. They’d talk about money later, and she was still very young and had a lot to learn. He’d been the same once upon a time. Flicking the cap off with his claw, he grabbed her hip and jerked her down into his lap, facing away from him.
“Thank you,” he whispered, nuzzling her. “How was your day?” he asked, trying to avoid speaking about his latest failures.
After a short pause, Kagome turned her head and kissed him on the nose. “Long. I missed you so much.”
“Missed you too,” he murmured truthfully, dragging his lips along the shell of her ear.
Stealthily, he positioned his hand under her skirt. He knew it was too soon for her to have sex, but he just needed some sort of intimate contact, it didn’t matter what. Dismissing her protests with a firm nip to her jaw, he pushed her panties aside, running the pads of his fingers along her slit, rewarding her with a kiss to the temple when she instantly moistened and pushed back against him, her squirming in his lap making him hard. Circling her clit, he gave it a little pinch, concentrating on that area more than ever, wary of touching her where she had bled just a short time ago, guilt making him heat up in an entirely different way from what he was used to experiencing with her.
“Come for me, Kagome. Go on,” he urged her, grinding into her bottom, seeking her heat but denying himself. Somehow, that made things hotter. Unlike most people, he hadn’t ever had frantic dry humping sessions during his teenage years. The experience was new.
She obeyed him with a little cry that he stored away in his mind, putting it with all the other precious little things he collected that related to her. His arms going about her waist, he rested his head on her shoulder, humping into her. Hardly a minute later, he came in his pants, wondering if this was awkward now or what. He’d just needed the contact so badly, and that need aroused him more than any dirty talk or sexy lingerie would. Kagome seemed to be fine with his impression of a schoolboy, smiling at him and scooting off his lap before kneeling beside him. Grabbing his hands, she held them against her abdomen, and he tried not to recoil.
“He knows I’m happy and now he’s jumping around,” she laughed.
Inuyasha imagined he could feel the baby squirming around inside her and laughed uneasily. “So it’s a boy?”
Kagome nodded. “And he’s going to be just like his daddy. So energetic I can hardly keep up.”
He removed his hand from her and gave her a kiss. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and it’ll be a girl.”
“Nuh-uh, the first one has to be a boy,” she stressed seriously, as if it was completely up to her. “And he’ll always protect his younger siblings and play with them and look out for them. Do you have a name in mind?”
Inuyasha coughed. “I’m kinda beat, so maybe we should talk about this later.”
Ignoring him, she continued, “I would like to name him after my dad. Or you. Or maybe your dad.”
Pushing down a growl and more feelings of nausea, he said, “Your dad, fine. Me, fine. But my side of the family’s not going to be involved, not with a first name, not even with a middle name, got it?”
Kagome stared at him, her eyes tearing up slightly from his sharpness. “O-okay…”
He sighed. “Hey, I’m just tired, alright?” he lied. “I’m not mad at you. I love you, Kagome.”
She nodded, appearing relieved. “I love you too, Inuyasha,” she said, punctuating the heartfelt declaration with a kiss. “And if you ever want to talk about your family, I’ll be there to listen.” When he didn’t say anything, she stood and slid off her underwear, taking the damp cloth to the bathroom where she’d wash it later as she showered. “I’ll make dinner, okay? Maybe you should take a nap.”
Inuyasha easily complied, dreaming about running from the things he carried inside his head.
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