Hey well new writer here! enjoy this story because I enjoyed it lol.

Discliamer: I don't own Inuyasha

Kagome is notoriously known for the Ducati she rides down Japan's meanest streets. Everything is good until an unplanned pregnancy spins her life out of control. Her lover Inuyasha's divorce has been rovoked. now he must choose between Kagome and his manipulative wife Kikyo. Kagome, Inuyasha, and Kikyo find their lives inextricably linked by a dangerous and seductive pursuit-at an speed, at any cost.

Chapter 1

You're what!?

Inuyasha snapped. "I thought you were on the pill."

"Lower your voice."

"Kagome…you sure you're pregnant?"

"People can here."

We were outside in the night air at Starbucks.

Inuyasha asked, "Well, were you taking the pill?"

"No. I just stared at it and used it by osmosis."

"Oh, you got jokes."

"No, Inuyasha. I got pregnant."

We found a reason to stop talking when the leader of the biker girls rolled by doing a wheelie. The girl wasn't doing a regular catwalk. She had another one of her crew members sitting high up on the handlebars. Her bike was pimped out like she was a chrome slut. While the females up front were showboating, the last rider in the group was on her crotch rocket doing a stoppie-riding on just the front tire with her rear end high in the air. All of them held up traffic, spliced between cars. It was dark and their headlights lit up the night.

Inuyasha said, "No respect for the safety of others."

Oversized butts stuffed in tight low-rise jeans were cruising the strip on flashy Japanese sports bikes, showing off their chrome and thong. Young, arrogant riders. Five years ago I used to be one of them. They parked, took their helmets off, and one of the girls came my way. Yura. She was the shortest of the group, about five-six, two inches taller than me. Beautiful, with an ugly attitude. Very feminine and loved attention the way fish loved water. Pale skinned. No hips. All ass, black hair, D-cups inside a tight top. She stopped in front of me, jacket wide open, pimping her hard belly.

She showed me a smile. "Whassup Ducati?"

"I'm busy."

She laughed, then turned to Inuyasha. "Inuyasha."

"Yura."

"Think I just saw your wife at the mall."

"Yura, didn't Kagome just tell you were busy?"

Yura laughed and headed over to her crew, overdoing the side-to-side switching thing she did when she walked. She rocked an indigo-colored Honda Super Hawk. Custom paint job on both her bike and helmet. Chromed to the bone. She wanted attention, and attention she got. Her body was devastating. All the men paused, watched Yura and her posse as they walked inside the music store.

Inuyasha said, "How far along?"

My heart rose up in my throat. I said, "About six weeks."

"Still early."

"What does that mean?"

"It means it's still early."
"You want me to send it down the toilet?"

"Don't tell me you want to have a baby." He rubbed his temples. "Do you?"

I opened and closed my hands. My nfingers hurting form studying guitar tablature on my Takamine most of the afternoon. I had been feeling good, had been in a songwriting mood. All of that good feeling gone.

Inuyasha asked me, "Who knows your pregnant?"

"Right now, nobody but us."

"Your roommate? Sango knows already?"

"She'll know eventually."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying what I'm saying, that's what I'm saying."

My lovers mouth was open, his eyebrows so close together that they had become a sideways exclamation point. I rubbed my hands over my jeans, adjusted my leather jacket, DUCATI labels on the sleeves and the same Italian name across the back. Inuyasha was dressed in baggy jeans and a grey sweater, black Nikes, and a black leather jacket.

He asked, "What are you going to do?"

You're pregnant. What are you going to do?

My throat tightened.

His cellular chimed. I tried to see whose name of picture popped up, but he covered his phone with his hand, slid it across the table, hid it, and picked it up like he was picking up cards in a poker game.

I cleared my throat.

He made an exhausted face, sighed, and answered his phone with attitude.

"What? ... With Kagome… Starbucks…. talking… yes… came here to talk… no… I'll call you…'bye."

He snapped his phone closed.

Silent fell. Lines grew in his forehead. He was disturbed about something else now.

I asked, "Who was that?"

He rubbed his hands together, made an impatient face that told me to back off.

I hated when he did that mess, tried to control me. Hated when any man tried to control me.

A couple of men were at the table next to us. I recognized one of them. Koga. He was the exotic one who was a light-brown mixture of Latin, African American, and Japanese, the slender man with long black hair in a ponytail.

We made eye contact. I acknowledged Koga with a short smile. I actually smiled. I felt warm. In that split second I wished there were no Inuyasha in my life and no baby growing inside my body.

Inuyasha motioned towards Koga. "Why is his starign at you?

"You gonna tell me who was on the phone?"

"He better learn how to respect me."

Inuyasha looked at Koga and growled. Koga was unfazed, a stubborn man.

I said," That really wasn't necessary."

"What's up with you and that guy?"

"Nothing. I don't know him."

The conversation moved back to our situation.

He shook his head and said, "Pregnant."

"What are we going to do Inuyasha?"

Inuyasha was an electrical engineer. A thirty-year-old almost divorced electrical engineer. He is a handsome man with amber eyes and an easygoing way about him; His voice usually smooth and hypnotic.

Tonight thought he spoke in a stiff tone. "Kagome, I already have a daughter."

A chill ran over me. I knew what he was doing; building his argument. He was establishing a firm foundation; trying to turn and emotional moment into one of pure logic.

My troubled sperm donor ran his tongue over his teeth before he softened his tone and preached his woes. "My hands are tied. As soon as I walked out the house and initiated the divorce decree, she filed for child support. Now Kikyo gets an outrageous chunk of my income. It's really revenge money though. She has the house and when we were in court she wouldn't come down forty dollars on child support. Forty damn dollars."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"I have two degree and I'm barley pulling down fifty thousand a year-"

I sighed, hoped he wouldn't remind of the whole story. "I know that too."

"She has the house that I bought with my money, the same money that helped her get her evil ass through law school, and I'm trapped in a damn one-bedroom cave that I can't even afford. I can't afford to stay there, and I can't afford to move anywhere else."

I ran my fingers through my hair, a wavy raven-colored mane that flowed down to my tail bone.

He went on, "And since I can't claim Kameko, my taxes are going up six-thousand. That's going to leave me under twelve grand a year to live on. I can't live on that; nobody can."

"Inuyasha-"

"Not when eight thousand of that goes to rent."

"Inuyasha-"

"You know my situation."

"I can afford to do this myself."

"Kagome… substitute teaching… bartending… you're barely working yourself."

"I can get a real job and do this."

"That's a joke. All of you fanatic women say that-"

"Fanatic?"

"-and soon as you realize that you can't do it alone. You realize it ain't easy, you come running and crying about how rough being a single mom is-"

"Don't go there."

"-how you thought you could do it alone, and even though you made the unilateral decision to have it, no matter how the man is against it, you exercise your own agenda, something you usually have from day one, and you drag us into court, stand up in front of the judge, and-"

"You're pissing me off. Don't you dare… if that's what Kikyo did; don't take it out on me."

"You're not working and I'm broke. Kagome, I'm just asking you to think."

"You think that I haven't been thinking since I found out?"

"I mean take a deep breath and think about the next eighteen to twenty-one years. Your mind's not on the cost of a baby-sitter, day care, insurance, medical bills, braces, summer camp, piano lessons-"

He stopped midrant and massaged his temples.

I said, "Chuck E. Cheese."

"What?"

"You left out Chuck E. Cheese. I hear that place can set you back a grip."

His expression requested seriousness and silence.

"Kagome, it's not just the money; it's the time too. My hands are already full. I barely have time to see you now. I don't have time to see my daughter as it is. You have a kid… I don't have any more time."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I can't be everywhere for every-damn-body all the damn time!"

"so you're not going to be there?"

"That's not what I said."

"Then what are you saying?"

"Kagome, we're dating and I don't have time to date. We have to see each other late at night, and I only get to see you once or twice a week. You know that I don't have time as it is. Between work, looking for work, going back to school and trying to get retrained, and my daughter… I don't have any time."

Silence settled between us. My misty eyes in one direction and his angry eyes in another.

I said, "I can go back to flying."

"Pregnant and dealing with terrorists?"

"Okay, maybe I could stop subbing and teach full time somewhere."

"You know that won't work."

I couldn't stand to look at him, so I looked around, struggling with my love for Inuyasha, trying to balance it with my self-love, my dignity. I was so damn afraid right now.

I told Inuyasha, "Well, I'm almost twenty-eight."

Inuyasha groaned. "The biological clock thing."

"All I'm saying is that maybe this is God's way of telling me that it's time to trade in my bike for an SUV and… and… and…"

"Get real Kagome. Being pregnant out of wedlock is not an act of god, it's a sin."

"So I'm a sinner who got pregnant out of wedlock. Anything else?"

"Right now I don't know what to think."

"You think I planned this? With your broke ass? With all your drama?"

"Get out of the fantasy and don't pretend money won't be an issue!"

"You done?"

"I'm just asking if you're prepared, because I know I'm not."

"Well if two people love each other-"

"Love doesn't pay the damn bills, Kagome! Love does not pay for private school and diapers!"

"You should know."

"What does that mean?"

"You're the one with the failed marriage; you're the one heading for divorce court."

That low blow put some serious pain in his eyes.

"Kagome… look… I don't mean to sound insensitive… today has been a motherfucker for me…but I have to be real… we have to be real… two people in love, two broke people in love will eventually be two broke people in hate. One night you're fucking and the next night becomes a war."

Fucking. He had said fucking. He didn't refer to what we had been doing as making lover, nor having sex. Fucking. He reduced our intimacy to its lowest, most barbaric terms. Don't get me wrong, fucking was good, and being barbaric was the best thing since the Internet; but there were sensitive time where fucking shouldn't be referred to as… as fucking.

I said, "What are you thinking?"

"Thinking how marrying Kikyo… how many damn bad decisions can I make in one fucking lifetime, you know?"

"You know what?' I lost it. "I'm tired of hearing you gripe about that bitch. I told I'm pregnant and all you can fucking talk about is that bitch this, that bitch that. Fuck that bitch!"

Hormones. My damn hormones were out of control. Left me feeling nuclear.

"Since you're so concerned about your budget, you should just get back with your ex."

He took a deep breath. "First off, I didn't know that you were going to drop a bomb on me. There were things that I wanted to talk to you about face-to-face."

A fist closed around my heart. It was never good when a man said he needed to talk to you.

"Kagome, you know I love you right?"

The winds shifted, changed directions.

"There is no pretty way out of this, not for anybody."

My eyes closed. "Inuyasha, just say it."

"And I'm doing it for my daughter."

"Say it!"

He took a deep breath, a real deep one, then let it out.

"Kagome, I wanted to meet you and tell you face-to-face that I was going back to my wife."