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I thought it was bad on Pizzas.
Sesshomaru regarded himself as a stoic being, mainly one of the utmost control, but as of late he had found himself slowing coming apart at the hinges as of late. Why would a 679 year old demon lord, feared by all beings that knew of him or even his name feel so disarmed, one might ask? Well the answer was easy, his beautifully round 23 year old wife and mate, Kagome, more specially what she put in her mouth.
His day had started off okay, woke up cradling his mate to his chest, she was content so was he, the pup in her belly asleep and not kicking out. He got out of bed, headed to the bathroom to shower and brush his fangs, washed his hair, did his ‘morning business,’ went down stairs to start a simple breakfast for himself, not knowing when his mate would wake.
He’s decided a few months before when she had finally quit her job that she would sleep until she naturally awoke unless it couldn’t be avoided, both his mate and the pup needed their rest, and she was far too stubborn to go to bed when told, so it was a win-win situation that they slept in.
He’d started staying home from work just recently, Friday the week before having been his last day at the office, this fact did not stop him from actually working though. Setting up shop in the kitchen, he had begun to read his morning paper, while his lap top booted up, occasionally sipping on his coffee of nibbling on his butter and jammed English muffin.
All was fine with his hinges, until his mate came in and started making breakfast for herself, and their unborn pup.
.
.
.
Kagome had gotten up without her mate in bed, she knew where he was, and smiled that she now had him to herself. Contrary to most demon and hanyou pregnancies, a miko and youkai combination lasted longer then either, and for an unexpected amount of time. She’d remembered asking the doctor how long and had been shocked to find that it was anywhere between ‘three months to a year longer, or at least that was the record,’ she had told them.
Their obstetrician told them that it had to do with the fact that her powers and his power had to find a way to mingle, and because of the strength of those two opposing powers, the development would take longer then normal. Over all it was nothing to worry about, but at the same time, it left Kagome pregnant far longer then she would have liked.
Months before she’d quit her job, not that she had to work as the wife of a CEO, her boss had given her issues with how much time she needed to take off from work because of her abnormal pregnancy. The jackass has insulted her and her mate as well as sighted false slow downs in her work production, eventually her temper had gotten the better of her. She’d promptly told her boss where he could shove a few good objects with animated ‘expletive deleted’ words before she went home.
Happily, her husband and mate was staying home with her until the end of her pregnancy, how ever long that was going to take, and some time after wards as well, she was pleased with this fact as she made her way down stairs to the kitchen for her own break fast.
Sesshomaru watched as she came in and got things going. He’d learned by now that no meal was normal with her now, and though often times he found himself wanting to spew his own meals, he found himself morbidly fascinated at her odd concoctions, and even more so when she ate them, it was like fear factor in his kitchen.
This morning she had gone to the fridge, the pantry, and the cabinets, whatever it was, was going to be gross he was certain. He waited because she always came to eat with him, for her to sit down, and when she did he was not disappointed to see something both green and yellow, as well as scaly and glossy. Raising a brow in question, one she knew all too well she answered.
“Eggs. Maple syrup. Anchovies. Pickles. And provolone cheese, with a small bit of cherry radish on the side.” she said before she promptly dug right in, moaning in delight, closing her eyes and savoring the oddity she’d created, wonderfully missing the face he made as she ate.
True to every other time he watched as she ate these devious debacles, he eventually hid behind his morning paper, shaking his head and thinking to himself, ‘And I thought it was bad on pizzas.’
His day had started off okay, woke up cradling his mate to his chest, she was content so was he, the pup in her belly asleep and not kicking out. He got out of bed, headed to the bathroom to shower and brush his fangs, washed his hair, did his ‘morning business,’ went down stairs to start a simple breakfast for himself, not knowing when his mate would wake.
He’s decided a few months before when she had finally quit her job that she would sleep until she naturally awoke unless it couldn’t be avoided, both his mate and the pup needed their rest, and she was far too stubborn to go to bed when told, so it was a win-win situation that they slept in.
He’d started staying home from work just recently, Friday the week before having been his last day at the office, this fact did not stop him from actually working though. Setting up shop in the kitchen, he had begun to read his morning paper, while his lap top booted up, occasionally sipping on his coffee of nibbling on his butter and jammed English muffin.
All was fine with his hinges, until his mate came in and started making breakfast for herself, and their unborn pup.
.
.
.
Kagome had gotten up without her mate in bed, she knew where he was, and smiled that she now had him to herself. Contrary to most demon and hanyou pregnancies, a miko and youkai combination lasted longer then either, and for an unexpected amount of time. She’d remembered asking the doctor how long and had been shocked to find that it was anywhere between ‘three months to a year longer, or at least that was the record,’ she had told them.
Their obstetrician told them that it had to do with the fact that her powers and his power had to find a way to mingle, and because of the strength of those two opposing powers, the development would take longer then normal. Over all it was nothing to worry about, but at the same time, it left Kagome pregnant far longer then she would have liked.
Months before she’d quit her job, not that she had to work as the wife of a CEO, her boss had given her issues with how much time she needed to take off from work because of her abnormal pregnancy. The jackass has insulted her and her mate as well as sighted false slow downs in her work production, eventually her temper had gotten the better of her. She’d promptly told her boss where he could shove a few good objects with animated ‘expletive deleted’ words before she went home.
Happily, her husband and mate was staying home with her until the end of her pregnancy, how ever long that was going to take, and some time after wards as well, she was pleased with this fact as she made her way down stairs to the kitchen for her own break fast.
Sesshomaru watched as she came in and got things going. He’d learned by now that no meal was normal with her now, and though often times he found himself wanting to spew his own meals, he found himself morbidly fascinated at her odd concoctions, and even more so when she ate them, it was like fear factor in his kitchen.
This morning she had gone to the fridge, the pantry, and the cabinets, whatever it was, was going to be gross he was certain. He waited because she always came to eat with him, for her to sit down, and when she did he was not disappointed to see something both green and yellow, as well as scaly and glossy. Raising a brow in question, one she knew all too well she answered.
“Eggs. Maple syrup. Anchovies. Pickles. And provolone cheese, with a small bit of cherry radish on the side.” she said before she promptly dug right in, moaning in delight, closing her eyes and savoring the oddity she’d created, wonderfully missing the face he made as she ate.
True to every other time he watched as she ate these devious debacles, he eventually hid behind his morning paper, shaking his head and thinking to himself, ‘And I thought it was bad on pizzas.’