"Sango, there is something important I need to talk to you about." Miroku said drawing his wife into the next room away from the children. He sighed and looked at the ground. Sango looked at him with a concerned face.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Why is it that both of our children look like Inuyasha?" Sango blushed and looked away. "White hair, yellow eyes, FANGS, DOG EARS!"
"I um..." She started to explain. Miroku hung his head and looked through the door at the two children staring at each other angrily one in white the other in red. One wore a haughty expression of contempt and had the bearing of Sesshomaru and the other was more awkward and headstrong... and very stubborn.
"Why him?" Miroku asked sadly. "What does he have that I don't, he honest now."
"About six inches." She said simply. There was dead silence. Miroku's jaw dropped..
"Six?" Miroku said astounded, "Six in general or six more?"
"Six more then you." She said nodding her eyes focusing off on some distant fond memory.
"There how was that?" Miroku demanded pleased with himself. He was breathless. He had worked up quite a sweat. He collapsed next to Sango and smiled at her,
"How was what?" She asked. He paled and stared at her "Oh! That! Sorry, I didn't know you'd started." Miroku stalked out of the room, Sango shrugged. Miroku leaned against the outside porch and Inuyasha walked by him.
"Just tucked the kids in. Cheer up, you tried your best." Inuyasha walked into the room with Sango. Miroku glared after him. There was the sudden sound of laughter and Inuyasha cried out: "Six inches?" Laughter erupted again. Miroku hung his head in shame.