Make Up Your Mind!!

Kagome sat rubbing her belly as she watched Sango and Miroku move about the house. She shook her head. They had been cooking and cleaning for her everyday now. Sango would not allow her to get anything herself and so she would try to win over Miroku. Of course, with him being Miroku, he would allow it. Especially when she gave him either those sad eyes or the sweet, "pretty please with cherries on top" smile... But Sango caught it and immediately killed it.



So here she was, sitting on the couch, her feet propped up and the remote beside her. Kagome sighed as she flipped through the channels, not finding anything. Two months had passed. Two. And she was feeling lonely. More lonely than before. Of course Sango and Miroku were there to see her... and occasionally Inutaisho... but she needed someone else... She needed him. She felt a little kick and as she looked down at her round belly, she smiled.



Oh Little One, how sweet you will be. She thought to herself, still smiling. Her baby had been moving around in there for a while now and every time it kicked her, she smiled, ignoring the weird feeling it gave her. She hated to admit that it always reminded her of the person who had gave her this precious gift. As Sango and Miroku worked about the house, Sango yelling at Miroku to work faster or work faster, Kagome sat there on the couch, ignoring the yells and the talking from the television to whisper little things to the little one inside her.



...Oh, how he would have loved you...





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"Father... I believe I know..." A voice in the darkness whispered. Inutaisho stopped in his journey towards his own chambers, a glass of wine in one hand.



"Sesshoumaru. Why are you sitting in the dark? Why are the blinds and drapes closed?" Inutaisho asked, coming towards the dark and seemingly dark room. Through the darkness, Inutaisho could see him. He could see his oldest sitting on the little love seat, his head in his hands, three glasses of what must have been scotch on another little table beside him. He saw his son run his claws through his unkempt hair.



"I have to see her."



"What, son?"



"I cannot wait any longer. It has been too long." Sesshoumaru interrupted. Sesshoumaru stared down at the floor, his hands balling into fists.



"I cannot wait. It is driving me insane. Not to be able to hold her, touch her, smell her... Everything. I have to..." Sesshoumaru trailed off, his voice now becoming gruff. His father sat his own drink down near the door and walked towards his son. He lit a small candle near them, just enough to illuminate that little spot in the room.



"Son." Inutaisho whispered, kneeling down in front of him. "You realize how much you have hurt her?" he asked.



Sesshoumaru was silent.



"Sess-"



"Hai, father. But..."



"But what?"



"She is carrying our child."



"I'm aware, my son."



"I wish to see her."



"What if she does not wish to see you?"



There were silence, then...



"She is my mate."



"Since when?" Inutaisho asked, staring at his son's bent head. There was more silence before Sesshoumaru rose his head to stare deep into his father's eyes. Inutaisho saw the golden amber that had began to slowly fade from his son's eyes return.



"Since now."



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Miroku helped Kagome walk towards the kitchen table, Sango just getting done with pouring the juice. Kagome smiled at the table and then at her friends.



"It smells wonderful." she said as Miroku helped her sit down at the table. The doorbell rang and Sango shook her head, gesturing Miroku to answer it.



"Just wait until you taste the soup Miroku made for you." Sango said as Miroku went out of the kitchen to the front door.



The doorbell rang a couple more times before Miroku got to the door.



"I'm coming, I'm coming." he replied, shaking his head, his eyes closed. The door opened. "Higurashi residence. What can I do for you?"



"I believe you are mistaken, I believe this is the Taisho residence." Miroku's eyes quickly flew open when he heard the voice. "And you may direct me to my mate and child."







A gasp left Miroku's mouth, his eyes wide as saucers. "Sess-, Sess-, Sess-," He took a deep breath. "Sesshoumaru! What are you doing here?"



Sesshoumaru was dressed in a plain white button up shirt, dark blue jeans, and a pair of tennis shoes. His hair was tied back in a ponytail, his hair coming over his shoulder. Miroku had to admit that this was the first time he had seen his friend in something this casual.



"I believe me wanting to see my mate and child was self explanatory." Miroku nodded slowly, but realizing what he was doing, he immediately stopped and began to vigorously shake his head, putting up his hands and waving them.



"No! I can't do that!" Miroku said quickly. Sesshoumaru rose an eyebrow. "And why not?"



"Because Sango would kill me!" Miroku whispered, glancing behind him down the hallway. Sesshoumaru sniffed and looked down the hallway.



"She is eating." Sesshoumaru stated, looking back down at Miroku. He nodded.



"Yes, she is. Now, if you don't mind, could you leave before-"



"MIROKU! What is taking you so damn long!"



"-Sango calls me." Sesshoumaru smirked for a second before his eyes were cold as ice.



"Let me pass now, monk." Miroku flinched at that and was tore between two things; letting Sesshoumaru in and having Sango beat him senseless. Or close the door on Sesshoumaru and have the demon in front of him rip him limb from limb before allowing himself in. The poor man gulped, opening the door further.



"Go down the hall and to the left." Sesshoumaru nodded once before stopping once inside the house. He looked back at his friend and gave him a genuine smile.



"Thank you." Miroku nodded. Sesshomaru nodded himself, walking towards the hallway.



"Just do me a favor, will you?" Sesshoumaru stopped once more.



"I'm going to hide upstairs in a room now... Don't tell Sango I told you that." Sesshomaru smiled once more, shaking his head. Miroku watched his demon friend walk down the hallway, just then hearing Kagome and his love laugh. He shook his head as he went to grab his jacket.



"Don't screw this up, Sesshoumaru. This may be your last chance."