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Electric Eccentricities.
Sesshomaru lay in his bed, holding his not so tiny mate as she slept for the moment, his mokomoko, cradling her as she moved trying hard to find a more comfortable position. The long months of the pregnancy, he had decided were seriously effecting his mate.
He honestly was worried, though he never really told her so, she was used to him enough for him not to have to. Sesshomaru had never figured his mate’s miko power would play such a heavy role in the gestation period, had he known he would have more then likely told her about it before hand so they could make the decision themselves to continue.
He would not lie to himself, if she’d known and opted not to have his pup for the length of time she’d be burdened with it, he would have been more then disappointed. But he could be honest with himself, that he’d only get her pregnant again if it was what she truly wanted. Granted the sex was fantastic, he wasn’t willing to put her through this again, unless it was something she wanted.
Nine months he could completely expect any female to do, even up to a year and he would have thought that it was fine, but they were going on twenty three months, nearly two full years. He was wondering if it was just difficult for his mates and his own power to mingle and blend or was it just that there was so much potential. Unfortunately no one knew. He sighed, the pregnancy was starting to effect them both, even down to their daily life.
His mate had to pee at least once an hour when she was awake, for the pups seemed to think her bladder a trampoline. She hardly slept when she was supposed to let alone where she was supposed to. Many mornings Sesshomaru had woken up to an empty bed only to find his mate tired but half way between wakefulness and being asleep on the sofa in the living room. She even cried more, which was just not something Kagome did.
.
.
.
It was afternoon when he found himself in their living room, she on the love seat, him on the sofa sprawled out. He sighed again as he looked at her from the corner of his eye. She was wrapped once more in mokomoko, from the top of her head past the swell of her belly, and down to her thighs. She wore her own overly fluffy white robe which contrasted sharply with his own flaxen pelt, and the most damnedable pair of creamish brown wool socks, that someone from the ‘baby shower‘ had given her, he hated those socks.
He considered while reading his novel and discreetly pretending not to notice her antics, that she was crazy with pregnancy, and thought to tell doctor Sato that Pregnancy should be listed as a possible disease. Often he wondered if other husbands had such odd experiences as he, his father had mentioned something about both his mate and his wife had been somewhat crazy as Kagome was as well. Realistically it was an epidemic if so.
Over all though he could handle it… all of it, if she was he could, but the socks were making him both annoyed, and oddly enough curious. She keep for some reason rubbing them against their carpeted floor.
The sound grated on his nerves, the soft wool clashing against the hard bristle of the carpet fibers was making his demonic hearing go crazy. He listened as she shuffled those feet back and forth for nearly an hour before pointedly ignoring her when she got up with a slight wobble from left to right the belly sticking all out and shuffled herself scrapping the socks still across the floor closer to his being. Being wintertime now, even though he did not need it he too had been bundled up meaning his reaction time was hindered by the smallest bit.
He didn’t even see her do it until it was too late. Her tiny thin finger, tinted with power from electricity from her overly fuzzy self made connection to the tip on his pointed ear.
He yelped, with very little dignity.
She giggled with far too much mirth.
How she got away with things he’d never know, specially because it wasn‘t the first time since she‘d gotten those damn socks. Anyone else would have just signed a death warrant, but his tiny round pregnant mate had just shocked the living hell out of his ear, and it had actually startled him, again. He just didn’t get it, he’d known she was coming, heard her building it up for hours, and yet still she got him. He frowned at her, she smiled at him just before kissing the tip of his nose, and shuffling back from wince she came.
He shook his head. Sometimes, she was just far to silly for her own good, it was all well and good, when she went to sleep tonight he planned on melting those socks, ‘shocking revenge and a fitting end‘, he thought.
He honestly was worried, though he never really told her so, she was used to him enough for him not to have to. Sesshomaru had never figured his mate’s miko power would play such a heavy role in the gestation period, had he known he would have more then likely told her about it before hand so they could make the decision themselves to continue.
He would not lie to himself, if she’d known and opted not to have his pup for the length of time she’d be burdened with it, he would have been more then disappointed. But he could be honest with himself, that he’d only get her pregnant again if it was what she truly wanted. Granted the sex was fantastic, he wasn’t willing to put her through this again, unless it was something she wanted.
Nine months he could completely expect any female to do, even up to a year and he would have thought that it was fine, but they were going on twenty three months, nearly two full years. He was wondering if it was just difficult for his mates and his own power to mingle and blend or was it just that there was so much potential. Unfortunately no one knew. He sighed, the pregnancy was starting to effect them both, even down to their daily life.
His mate had to pee at least once an hour when she was awake, for the pups seemed to think her bladder a trampoline. She hardly slept when she was supposed to let alone where she was supposed to. Many mornings Sesshomaru had woken up to an empty bed only to find his mate tired but half way between wakefulness and being asleep on the sofa in the living room. She even cried more, which was just not something Kagome did.
.
.
.
It was afternoon when he found himself in their living room, she on the love seat, him on the sofa sprawled out. He sighed again as he looked at her from the corner of his eye. She was wrapped once more in mokomoko, from the top of her head past the swell of her belly, and down to her thighs. She wore her own overly fluffy white robe which contrasted sharply with his own flaxen pelt, and the most damnedable pair of creamish brown wool socks, that someone from the ‘baby shower‘ had given her, he hated those socks.
He considered while reading his novel and discreetly pretending not to notice her antics, that she was crazy with pregnancy, and thought to tell doctor Sato that Pregnancy should be listed as a possible disease. Often he wondered if other husbands had such odd experiences as he, his father had mentioned something about both his mate and his wife had been somewhat crazy as Kagome was as well. Realistically it was an epidemic if so.
Over all though he could handle it… all of it, if she was he could, but the socks were making him both annoyed, and oddly enough curious. She keep for some reason rubbing them against their carpeted floor.
The sound grated on his nerves, the soft wool clashing against the hard bristle of the carpet fibers was making his demonic hearing go crazy. He listened as she shuffled those feet back and forth for nearly an hour before pointedly ignoring her when she got up with a slight wobble from left to right the belly sticking all out and shuffled herself scrapping the socks still across the floor closer to his being. Being wintertime now, even though he did not need it he too had been bundled up meaning his reaction time was hindered by the smallest bit.
He didn’t even see her do it until it was too late. Her tiny thin finger, tinted with power from electricity from her overly fuzzy self made connection to the tip on his pointed ear.
He yelped, with very little dignity.
She giggled with far too much mirth.
How she got away with things he’d never know, specially because it wasn‘t the first time since she‘d gotten those damn socks. Anyone else would have just signed a death warrant, but his tiny round pregnant mate had just shocked the living hell out of his ear, and it had actually startled him, again. He just didn’t get it, he’d known she was coming, heard her building it up for hours, and yet still she got him. He frowned at her, she smiled at him just before kissing the tip of his nose, and shuffling back from wince she came.
He shook his head. Sometimes, she was just far to silly for her own good, it was all well and good, when she went to sleep tonight he planned on melting those socks, ‘shocking revenge and a fitting end‘, he thought.