He loved her hands, so small and gentle, but they really packed a wallop if she decided to hit him and they had a firm grip when she tugged on his hair. More than anything, he loved to feel her tiny fingertips brush against his cheek.
He loved her skin. It was so soft and pale. The contact sent a shiver down his spine when he held her. He was fearful that, one day, her skin would be darkened by bruises or marred by scars, but, for now, it was perfect, and he wanted to do anything he could to preserve it.
He loved her smile her pointed teeth protruding over her pink lips as she grinned up at him, seeming to say, "You're the only one." Her smiles were contagious, and he could never be mad at her once she grinned at him. It was her best weapon against him.
He loved her voice. Sure, most of the time she didn't make sense, but her voice was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, second only to her laugh. He loved her laugh. It combined her voice and her smile, and he couldn't help but laugh too, even if she was laughing at him.
He loved her eyes. They were wide and innocent, yet so insightful and always sparkling. He loved her ears, how they twitched when something sounded odd and moved depending on her mood. He loved her nose, how it wrinkled when she smiled or became confused or disgusted.
He loved her, in all of her moods. He never tired of watching her, of holding her, of whispering words to her ear, even though words meant nothing to her.
He loved everything about her and he loved, most of all, that she was his. He loved that she was the product of the life and love he shared with Kagome. He loved her.
She was, after all, his daughter.