I Don’t Want a Mate

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or anything related to it.

A/N: Okay so that there is no confusion, well anymore than my writing normally causes, this chapter will be a sequence of events from the time the last chapter ended to just before the birth. I felt it was time to speed things up a bit and start wrapping up the story. I'm thinking one to two more chapters left. Sound good to everyone? Anyway each scene broken up by ~~ is it's own time frame not just the normal scene change. The scenes will be skipping any where from a few weeks ahead of the last scene to a few months ahead. I hope I didn't just confuse you guys more with that attempt at an explanation. It has been brought to my attention that not everyone will know what the OB/GYN is so; OB=obstetrics; specializing in pregnant women and all that goes along with it. GYN=gynecology; specializing in heath maintaince and diseases of women in particular the reproductive organs. Normally you will see the office listed as OB/GYN because the physican specializes in both. Makes since, right? Why would you only specialize in childbirth and pregnancy and not the repreductive organs. Once more with feeling thanks Yuki-Hime for betaing for me.

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To the casual observer, The Might Lord Sesshoumaru had not changed with his mating and impending heir. To Kagome, he was completely different from the moment she became his mate. The cold hearted ruthless killer was replaced by an attentive, sometimes apprehensive, mate. She often marveled at how the quite confidence he exuded when they were in public, or anywhere outside of their wing of the palace, was replaced by an air of unsurety. It reminded her that he, when it came to her and their mating, wasn't sure. He was just as nervous and unsettled as she. He was caught between what he would have done if she was demoness, who understood and accepted the circumstances around their mating, and trying to find a way to make her comfortable when he himself was not. It did, however, endear him to her that he tried to give her everything possible without bowing down to her. She knew she needed a man who would let her rule herself but was unafraid of standing up to her. She often marveled at the irony that in the bedroom she craved to be dominated, but in any other aspect of life she needed to dominate. Her husband seemed to instinctively know when to silence her and take her firmly in hand and when to let her rant. Like now.

"You have got to do something about that horrid termagant." Kagome was furious. Enough was enough already. "I'm going to purify her the next time she makes some snide remark about how humans are ignorant to everything but scratching around in the dirt for food." After the time in the study when she showed her 'interest' in her mate, Kagome had noticed several knowing looks from both servants and nobles. Fusa, however, seemed to go from unpleasant to just plain vicious. The vitriol she exuded was suffocating.

It was no secret that the demoness repeatedly got on Kagome's last nerve. After questioning her mate a few days after Fusa was assigned to her about her aloft behavior and snide remarks, Kagome learned that Fusa was a noble lady, and it was often thought that Sesshoumaru would choose her when he took a mate. It was a blow to her pride that she was never able to bed the almost reclusive demon, and that she did not only loose to a human but was forced to teach the 'little human girl' proper demon etiquette.

"What would you have me do, mate? You need to learn how to deal with our people as well as proper etiquette so as not to offend visiting dignitaries. Wars break out over trivial matters, my dear."

Collapsing on the mound of blankets and pillows that made up their futon, Kagome groaned in frustration. "Can't I have someone else teach me?" she whined as she shut her eyes to the waning sun that seemed intent on blinding her through the bedroom window.

"Unfortunately you cannot." Removing the layers of clothing he was required to wear, Sesshoumaru's attention was only half on the discussion. The late evening light was doing marvelous things to his mate's hair. He particularly liked how it seemed to glint blue with hints of red reflected from the sunset as it fanned out around her like a halo. "Fusa maybe unpleasant but she is the most knowledgeable about these things."

Huffing she cracked her eyes slightly. "The sooner I learn what I need to the better. I want another handmaiden once my training is done. I really resent the thinly veiled innuendos that she's had you." Sesshoumaru's eyebrows rose at that statement. Chuckling she continued. "Oh yes, my dear husband, it seems that she believes I'm too dense to catch a subtle hint of your glorious couplings together, so she resorts to almost blatant ones."

"And do you believe her insinuations?" It would explain the hostilities. He had told her that he never mated outside of his heat, but did she believe him? He didn't like the thought of her believing he had lied. He wanted her to trust him to always tell her the truth, even if it might not be the whole truth. After all, some instances may require things to be hidden for her own good, but he would never lie to her.

"No, you told me yourself of all your conquests. Hell the whole palace knows that I'm the only one who has ever survived your beast." Propping herself up on her elbows, she shielded her eyes with a hand while giving him a piercing gaze. "There are, however, tons of rumors about what you do behind closed doors. Since you don't flaunt your conquests, and you could get anyone your libido desires, people believe all sorts of things."

"I have not heard of any perversity on my part. Care to enlighten me?"

"It would just make you angry," she sighed.

"Nevertheless, it is my right as Lord to know what my people say about me." He paused a moment contemplating his petite mate. "I would like to express my appreciation of your tolerance regarding these rumors."

"Sesshoumaru, I have no reason to believe you lied to me about who you've mated with or what your preferences are. We had a discussion about it after all. Besides, some of what they rumor about you is just insulting or outrageous. I truly believe that if there was anything you wanted sexually or otherwise, you'd just tell me."

"Indeed. Now about these rumors." Kagome didn't have a chance to reply before her husband pinned her to the futon and began ravaging her willing mouth.

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Kagome wondered through the enclosed garden outside of their private hot spring. Sesshoumaru was standing arms crossed beneath the shade of a maple. Despite the large number of people that inhabited the palace, Kagome often found herself bored and wishing for company. The servants were too afraid of her husband to befriend her and the other nobles were only after political alliances, not real friendships. There were rare times when she felt cut off from the rest of the world because of her solitude, and in those moments she missed her small band of friends. She had assumed that Rin would be at the palace and could keep her company when she had nothing else to do, but she was wrong.

According to Sesshoumaru, Rin had been living with a caring human family for about a year. He had taken her with him to visit a human noble in his kingdom. The minor lord and his wife were unable to have children and had decided to meet to determine who the best choice for succession would be. What no one expected was that Rin and the lady of the manor would fall instantly in love with each other. The lord was close behind. By the end of the stay, it was decided that she would be raised as a lady and would succeed her new adoptive father. Sesshoumaru had been secretly relieved at the development, even if he did admit that he missed her to only Kagome and Keiji. In the back of his mind, he recoiled at the knowledge that he would have to see his daughter grow old and die while he remained young. With this arrangement, he knew she was happy and would have everything she desired; and if anything went wrong, he was only a messenger away. She may be the official daughter of the minor lord but she would always be Sesshoumaru's little girl.

Shippo had stated that he would decline to follow Kagome to her new home when she visited him last. He didn't want to intrude, though Kagome had assured him he wouldn't. Shippo had been adamant that she was mated now with a pup on the way, and didn't need him around nor would her mate appreciate him around. The isolation did get to her every now and again. Sesshoumaru wasn't a talker really. Oh he was knowledgeable, and could converse on a vast array of subjects if he wanted; he just didn't want to. Internally sighing, she wished she had Sango and Miroku around. Maybe she could get her husband to invite them. She wasn't angry at them, nor was Sesshoumaru, after all. Perhaps a visit was due? They were always welcomed.

"Kagome, I wish to watch you." The deep voice of her husband floated to her where she sat lounging on a rock by the sun dappled pond. His amber eyes burned with the lust he felt for her. For a moment, she looked up at him and drank in the sight of his long silver locks being playfully tugged on by the gentle breeze.

"No one else will see? I don't like the idea of someone else seeing." She glanced around nervously thinking of all the different kinds of demons that inhabited the palace. Several could easily find their way into the restricted area, and being outside allowed any flying youkai with good eye sight a view of them.

"No one will see but me." Sesshoumaru gave a smirk showing off one of his fangs. "I would not allow another to see you any way." Canting his head slightly, he marveled at the blue tint to her raven colored hair. "Will you do this for me?"

"Yes, I can do it. Just promise to warn me if anyone starts to come near. I'd die of embarrassment." A blush actually stole across her cheeks at the thought of being caught. It was one reason she rarely did such a thing in this era, you never knew if you were being watched.

"Of course."

Her blue eyes showed her wariness at being asked for such a thing where she could be inadvertently seen. Forcing herself to relax, she slowly untied her obi, and carefully gathered the material in her slender hands, before deftly folding it and placing it out of the way. Layer by layer the colorful kimono, depicting her status, was slowly lowered to the rock below her. Down to the final layer she reclined once more on her perch making sure to be in full view of her amorous mate. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to relax in the afternoon sun as it warmed her through the thin cloth. Blocking out everything but the feel of the sun on her, she lifted a hand to her neck and slowly slid it between the gap of her kimono. Drifting her hand down her body, the fabric parted revealing her sun kissed skin. To Sesshoumaru's surprise and delight, she had forgone wearing any bindings under her kimono. How she got away with that with Fusa always watching her every move, hoping for mistakes, he had no idea; however, he was pleased nonetheless. The sight of her shaved sex and bare breasts caused him to instantly harden.

Her hand skimmed her soft flesh and danced across a taunt nipple. The feather touches caused her to shiver in the warm summer sun. She paused in her downward motion to gently rub the swell of her stomach. Gradually, her body was enlarging to accommodate their child. As the weeks had passed, her husband seemed to crave her more. Sesshoumaru growled softly. The scent of his mate's pregnancy was getting stronger as was their pup. It soothed him to know that his little mate carried his pup well. His beast practically purred in pleasure at the thought. She wasn't far along yet, but the slight swell of her stomach thrilled him. Sesshoumaru was finding the extra weight she was starting to put on, slight though it was, rather appealing. As he watched his mate's hand drift down to her sex and a delicate finger circle her nub, he wondered how plump she would get. The thought of her getting large with their pup sent another jolt of desire through him as her other hand roughly tugged at a nipple. Her full breasts fell enticingly toward her sides slightly flattened by gravity and it made him groan to think that in a few short months they would be full of milk.

Sesshoumaru snaked a hand into his hakama and gripped his swollen shaft tightly. Firmly, he stroked himself as he watched his mate pleasure herself. A cool breeze danced across her heated skin in feather touches causing her to writhe at the sensation. Her body tensed. Her eyes closed tightly before they snapped open, her mouth slack in pleasure, body arched as her orgasm swept through her. Transfixed by the sight of a beautiful female at the height of her pleasure Sesshoumaru stopped his movements before swiftly closing the distance between them. Grasping her hips, he plunged into her still contracting depths, his hakama having been discarded somewhere during his rush to get to her. His speed defiantly came in handy at times.

A low growl of appreciation escaped him the same time a low moan escaped her. Kagome ground into him when he took too long savoring the feel of her. His fangs glided across the smooth skin of her neck as he sought his own release. Swiftly working her hands in a learned manner, she divested him of his remaining clothing. Her blunt human nails raked across his smooth chest, stopping briefly to savagely pinch his nipples.

Sesshoumaru growled at the feel of her. So tight, so slick; the wave of possessiveness nearly overwhelmed him. Always in the back of his mind lurked the knowledge that unlike him, she was not bound to fidelity. Once again, he silently swore to make sure she never had a reason to seek another out. He would be her only lover, and if there ever was another, he would meet a violent, painful end at his poison claws. Firmly pushing the thought out of his mind, he concentrated solely on bringing his mate back to completion before find his own. The choked gasp of pleasure combined with the tightening of her slick walls sent him over the edge. Possessiveness washed through him again. Silently, he swore he'd never let her go and that the heavens have mercy on any who was foolish enough to try and take her from him. Aloud, as his frantic thrusts slowed, he growled, "Mine."

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"Sesshoumaru, you are positively libidinous. I'm not going to be able to keep up with you much longer." Kagome chuckled at her husband. The weeks had been flowing smoothly together into seamless months. Her pregnancy was going well, and she was getting the hang of being the Lady of the West. Most importantly though, the relationship between herself and her husband was growing. She was developing a fondness of him that transcended mere acceptance of her situation. A part of her understood that she was starting to fall in love with her husband, but wisely kept that fact secret from the rest of herself.

"All the more reason to enjoy you now." The leer in his eyes would have been missed by anyone else. To Kagome, she not only noticed it but it caused her heart to quicken.

"Well you can't have me now, you amorous male. The doctor will be back any minute. She just went to get more jell for the ultrasound since she was out."

"I am aware of that. My observation, however, is still sound. Having an 'examination table' such as that," the human looking demon waved his claw-less hand in the direction of the table she rested on, "would be quite, entertaining."

"Dear gods, if you were always like this how did you survive not mating every female you came across." She groaned. Her mate was truly insatiable, at least when it came to her. A part of her reveled in the fact that the devastatingly beautiful male she was mated to wanted her with such tenacity. He never seemed to get enough of her, not that she minded much.

"I was not always so swayed by my baser instincts. You only have yourself to thank for that."

Her retort was cut short by the knock on the exam room door followed by her doctor. The ultrasound jell gave Sesshoumaru and Kagome a gift of modern medicine, the heart beat and image of their child. The sound of the machine was a bit rough and even slightly painful on Sesshoumaru's sensitive ears, but it was worth it. The grainy picture on the small black and white screen made any level of discomfort worth it. His child. His heir. The steady thumping that filled his ears also filled a section of his heart that he had long feared would remain empty. He remained silent long after the doctor had left, his emotions roiling within him. He didn't bother to push them down as he once would have as he watched his mate dress. His throat was raw and his chest felt heavy as he watched Kagome look at him questioningly.

"Thank you," he said softly. It wasn't what he wanted to say, but it was all he could force out of his tightened throat, as he gathered his precious mate into this arms. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and inhaled her intoxicating scent, and closed his eyes getting lost in the feel and smell of her. He would try to ride out his emotions while clinging to her. No, he wouldn't try to suppress them again, but he still needed to control himself in public. For some reason he felt like regaining that control could only happen in her arms.

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Kagome felt Sesshoumaru stiffen, a low groan escaping his slightly parted lips. Biting back the urge to scream in frustration, she reassured herself that she could always bring herself to completion when she had a private moment. Nothing was more frustrating than not being able to reach the peaks of bliss with your mate. She was pleasantly surprised when she felt him shift, ostensibly to remove his larger frame from hers, only to have a skillful clawed finger begin to circle her neglected bud. A low chuckle reached her ears.

"Surely you did not think I would forget about you, my mate." His tone indicated that indeed her thoughts were transparent.

Kagome bit her lip to prevent the lie from falling off them. It would do no good to attempt to placate him, especially when he already knew the truth. How was she to explain that she had hesitated to point out her own lack of pleasure because it could hurt his ego? If a male demon's ego was anywhere close to as fragile as a human male's than it could take a serious blow in face of her observation. While mating with her husband was always a pleasurable act, and in fact didn't always require completion to sate her, sometimes there was the shear frustration of being on the cusp of bliss only to be denied.

Luckily for her her husband was attentive and she had the suspicion that he understood how hard it was for her to orgasm when she was so large. The baby was due in a month and movement was at a minimum. Her libido, however, was quite high, much to the pleasure of Sesshoumaru. Kagome was both looking forward to the six week celibacy the birth would bring and dreading it. Sesshoumaru had informed her that he would simply have to take her as often as possible from now till the birth to hold himself over until he could have her again. Which had led to her current position and internal debate about male ego's.

Apparently her husband could smell whether or not she orgasmed. Good for her, she supposed. Positions were at a minimum with her expanding girth. She wasn't supposed to lay on her stomach, not that that would be comfortable even if she tired it. Laying on her back was a no-no as well. That left laying on her side, like when she slept and was supposed to tuck a body pillow between her legs and under her belly to alleviate pressure and make it more comfortable.

Sex was as difficult as finding a position to sleep in. She couldn't enjoy being thrown on the desk and taken from behind. Since she could not lay on her back, and her stomach prevented several other positions, seeing as your husband can't lay on you if you have a beach ball in the way, that left few options. Much to Sesshoumaru's delight, one way that worked well was doggy-style, as long as there was a pillow tucked under her for comfort. She figured it was because he was a dog demon that he liked it so much, but when she brought it up he scoffed and said it was merely because he got a better penetration.

The other problem was a bit more personal to her. She noticed that despite her need to be taken frequently, and her aggression during their coupling, she was dryer than normal. That, and her frustration at being limited to certain positions, was taking away the spectacular finishes her mate used to help her achieve.

She felt her husband lift her amble girth from her kneeling position off of her hands and pull her flush against him. Spreading her legs a little wider with his knee to help her balance better, she realized that he was hard once again. Gently thrusting into her, she shivered as his finger never stopped playing with her nub and the other hand moved to cup a swollen breast and tug on the nipple.

Yes it was good for her that he could tell weather or not she reached completion. With a throaty moan, she gave herself over to the feeling of her mate.

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The nursery was going along fine. A few months ago Sesshoumaru had surprised her with the gift of a western style bed. He has since been reaping the rewards of his effert. Getting up from the futon had been reaking havoc on her swollen body. Now she wasn't nearly as tired and sore. The nursery was also benefiting from the influnce. Several of the nobles had remarked on seeing craftsmen working on the unusual furniture. Sesshoumaru had fallen in love with several pieces in her time and had demonstrated an unknown talent to his mate in drawing. Having sketched what he wanted after seeing it in baby stores in her time, he had commissioned wood craftsmen to duplicate it.

Furniture could simply not be able to be brought between the time periods. The child's crib that he had liked would not have been able to go down the well even if it was taken apart. Unfortantly for them, his love of fine furniture was misconstrued as a love of the west. Fusa didn't help matters either.

"I saw it with my own eyes when I went to fetch her to change for dinner. It's supposed to be where the child sleeps. Some sort of cage is what it looks like, only without the top and resting on legs. How Lord Sesshoumaru could agree to commission such a thing is beyond me. The new Lady is corrupting him."

"Is that so?" A cold voice interupted Fusa's ranting. Her mouth still open while she paused to take a breath. Her eyes widened at the realization that perhaps it wasn't prudent to gossip about her lord and lady where they could come across her. "It is not your place to determine what is good for my family and what is not."

"Of course, my Lord. I only meant," she was cut off by his icy glare.

"I am not concerned with what you meant. I do not normally explain my actions, however, I do recognize that there are, concerns." His gold eyes locked onto the minor Lord and Lady Fusa had been gossiping with. "My mates' village had many things that even I have not seen before. The items I commissioned are only a few of them. The 'cage' as Lady Fusa discribed it is called a crib and the walls prevent the pup from rolling off the matting. It is elevated for the parent's comfort as you do not have to lower yourself to the floor to retrieve your pup." Pinning the three with another cold glare, he didn't speak until the silence was uncomfortable. "Know this, my mate's people are far more advanced than any this Sesshoumaru has ever encountered before. That includes youkai. If I choose to honor her people by using some of their ways, so be it. My mate is not the most educated among them yet she is more educated than any other in my court, male or female."

Not bothering to remain behind, he turned on is heel and encircled Kagome's waist with an arm. It was pleasurable to see the calumniator taken down a notch. It took all of her control not to gloat. She had a feeling that her mate knew this and that was his reason for making a hasty retreat to the garden as planned before they caught the gossiping group. The image of the nobles mouths hanging open in such an unlordly way was quite pleasant.

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Kagome thought about the night before, yet another feeding time for her baby, the last one. Though she had no control over her actions, she still remembered everything in the light of day. 'Was that how it was for Sesshoumaru's heat?' Her face scrunched up in thought, as she tried to understand the odd feeling of loosing control yet knowing what you were doing at the same time. It was a disconnected feeling, like being out of one's body or perhaps like watching through someone else's eyes.

She had talked to her husband on several occasions about the fateful night they had mated. It helped on certain levels to talk about it; it helped to reconcile the past. She had found that understanding Sesshoumaru's culture and species assisted in releasing any lingering ill feelings. 'Could that be how it was for him? No wonder he couldn't stop himself that night. I can't stop myself from the need to take him. Surely it had to have been worse for him during heat, especially once his beast choose me.' The feeling of being disconnected was both odd and disturbing during her time of need. She would never truly understand because she was not youkai but she thought she was coming to accept. Their baby was her link to Sesshoumaru, his feelings and his world.

Another thing she was coming to accept was her growing feelings for her mate. She wasn't sure when it had happened, and she had the vague feeling that she should be able to pin point the exact instance that it did, but her mate had confessed his love for her. It was only recently that she realized that not only had he stated that he loved her but that he had been doing so for a while. As for when the first instance occurred she couldn't say. To her knowledge, she had yet to repeat the words, nor would she frivolously. The feelings that her mate inspired however were not foreign despite their newness. She knew what love felt like. She did not, however, know what romantic love felt like and she had her suspicions that that was exactly what she had been feeling for a while now. In a few days, they would leave for her mother's house to prepare for the arrival of her baby.

A smile stole across her petal pink lips. It was both something she was greatly anticipating and dreading. The feeling of her baby moving was a delightful novelty. Sesshoumaru would often capture her and force her to sit in his lap and succumb to his low growling and delicate touches. At night, he would even sleep lower on the futon than her so that he could gently rest his head against her stomach. Kagome smirked a bit. Last night, after their passionate encounter, Sesshoumaru had tried that only to be viciously kicked by their baby. She swore the little bump that accompanied the kick protruded by a full inch from her taunt stomach. She had laughed so hard from Sesshoumaru's disgruntled expression she nearly wet herself, not a hard feat with her child pressing against her bladder anyway.

They had planed the birth carefully with her family. She would be taken to the local hospital when she went into labor and her doctor would deliver their baby, she didn't want anyone else involved. While her doctor was not aware of the fathers' species she felt that she could explain well enough if it came down to that. She hoped she wouldn't have to attempt an explanation of demons and half breeds but it was better than her husbands likely response to the situation, a threat.

Sesshoumaru would be present to mask the baby's demon characteristics from everyone. When explained to Sesshoumaru that he was expected to be in the birthing room he had been repulsed. 'It is no place for a male,' he had said. Over the course of the months, and being more intimately involved with her pregnancy than other males of his era, he gradually became comfortable with the idea. Now, mere weeks before her due date, he was actually excited to be able to see the birth of his child. Her mother had purchased several books on pregnancy, births and child care, though it was debatable how accurate they would be in their current situation. Kagome had found her husband reading them ravenously once the knowledge set in that he would have a chance to be involved in every aspect of his child, from conception to raising it.

A little mishap with Souta would allow the blood work to be damaged, thus preventing it from being processed. Souta could be rather clumsy when he put his mind to it. His job was to pay attention to who drew the blood and 'accidently' break the vile, if that didn't work, well he could pocket it. Worst case scenario was he would have to follow the techniction to the lab and then inform Sesshoumaru where to go and what vile to retrieve. Being a demon lord has it's advantages, and while being good at breaking-and-entering was not a commonly used one it worked just as good as being ridiculously fast.

It would not do for the child's unique blood to be observed; there would be far to many questions. Kagome considered it a blessing that details such as ear structure, and more importantly the location of the ears, were not shown during the ultrasound. Sesshoumaru had told her that it was likely, that despite being a half breed, the child would have something other than Inuyasha's trademark ears. It was possible that their child would have youkai ears or even human. Other veriations of the child's heritage were possible as well, he could have a tail like his father, or not for example. Kagome's mother wasn't too thrilled with that news, she wanted puppy eared grand babies and was holding out hope in favor of it.

Sesshoumaru had not sensed any demons during the multiple visits to the future for OB/GYN appointments. A half breed in modern Tokyo would be a bad idea if discovered. She shivered at the thought of callus scientists prodding her helpless child. She could easily picture the doctors finding a way to detain her release from the hospital while running 'necessary' tests. Hell, she could picture all sorts of terrifying scenarios involving the capture and explotation of her and her child. The doctors would, after all, want her to examine as well since she would have given birth to the child.

The parentage of her child shouldn't matter but she was not fooled into believing that it didn't. People fear what they don't understand, and in modern day Tokyo, they certainly didn't understand demons and hanyous. A cold chill went down her spine; if it wasn't for the low rate of death during childbirth in her time, and the fact that her mother would never forgive her for missing out on her first grandchild's birth, she would consider staying in the fudel era for her labor. Her husband would be in as much danger as her child if discovered in her time. Pausing a minute in her thoughts, she reconsidered that. 'No, while her husband would be in danger of being sought it would be any foolish human that sought him that would be in danger of loosing their life.' She had no delusions as to what her husband was capable of. Just because he was happily mated and an expectant father didn't mean that he was any less ruthless than he had been for centuries. The city would be painted with the blood of humans.

She didn't think for a minute that Sesshoumaru would play 'human' if his family was in danger. He would take on his humonoid characteristics that she was familiar with in the feudal era and wield his poision whip with the skill he honed over centuries. A new train of thought grasped Kagome by the throat, would her family be safe if her child or husband's species was discovered? Would the scientists and doctors capture them to test if they were different as well? Would they be captured as blackmail? The last part wouldn't work well since her family would refuse to be used as blackmail, and she and Sesshoumaru would refuse to play that game. Breaking into where ever her family was being held and rescuing them sounded more like past experiences for both of them, not that any would be kidnappers would know that.

Heaving a tired sigh, she decided that she needed rest. There was no point in worrying just yet what would happen. She only had a few days left before they would leave for her time. She was ready to see her mother again. True they had been seeing her with increasing frequency as the appointments were getting closer together, but they were only staying for the day. She was ready to be able to soak in a hot tub of water and force her husband to brave the grocery store for a tub of ice cream. She was ready to be pampered the way a modern pregnant woman should be.