Hahahaha! You thought I was done! Since I really love all you people who reviewed the first one…TADA! REPO'd again the Married Life!

Disclaimer: Didn't we do this before? So why do I keep doing it? I don't own anything!

You ever try living with a pregnant woman? Let me say this…it's Hell. Pure hell. Not to say it isn't great, I love my fiancé, it's just, well, who ever heard of putting ketchup on chocolate ice cream? And taco flavored granola bars? And why does she wait until one in the morning to make me go get one? Inuyasha, you're in deep. And there ain't no way out.

I was repeating this phrase one morning while I was slaving over a hot stove, cooking bacon for my almost wife, who presently had her head in the toilet. She was only two months in. you ever heard that song…how'd it go…been crazy all day long, and it's only Monday Mr. Mom.

I had the bacon frying to a crisp brownness, when a gorgeous woman dressed in a bathrobe sauntered into the kitchen. She had a slight bump on her stomach, and I personally thought it made her sexy as hell.

"Good morning my sweet," I said, trying not to induce early mood swings, "And how was your evening?"

"Well, for starters, darling, your kid kept waking me up to pee."

Shit, wrong line. Again. Think fast genius…

"Well, look at the bright side. Only two months, three weeks, and four days until D-day."

June seventeenth. Our set wedding day. Great, now I had to puke. The only thing more nerve racking than becoming a father was becoming a husband. And if I didn't make it the happiest day of Kagome's life, I had promises from three women, who shall remain unnamed, that my nuts would be on the chopping block. And I was sort of still attached to them.

"Speaking of D-day," Kagome said, "Did we get the menu that Kilala said she'd send us?"

"Not yet. But I'm expecting it any day now."

In my one stroke of brilliance, I hired Kilala Kitsune, one of the most prestigious wedding planners in our great city. It was rumored that she had a say in the dress design for none other than Catharine Middleton. She didn't come cheap, but her work was flawless.

There was a knock at the door, as Kagome made a sudden dash for the bathroom. I opened the door and came face to face with Kikyo. Ex-girlfriend, ex-lover, and recently, ex-con. I looked over her shoulder at my Ferrari, to make sure it was void of any key marks or sledgehammer dents.

I stood in my "kiss the cook" apron, and tried my best to look pissed off.

"What?" I had my hand on the shotgun Kagome hides in the umbrella rack. Classy huh?

"I wanted to see if it was true. If you really did knock up Kagome."

Speak of an angel and she will appear. My wife-to-be appeared at my shoulder.

"Kikyo, I may be pregnant, but I can still shoot fine. Go back to the pit from whence you came."

"I would. But I need help. And you were the only people I could come to."

"Nu-uh. No no no no no. I don't help convicts." I told her.

"You can try to ignore me. But I have a feeling that our paths will cross sooner than you think."

Great. She became a psychic in jail.

She left and I turned to Kagome, "You feel up to work today?"

"Just get me to the car, I'll be fine."

Forty five minutes, and two emergency pit-stops later, we walked into the office. Miroku and Yura were leaned over Yura's desk.

"What's up?" I asked.

Miroku looked pained, "We need more help. No offence to you two, but we just need more people. And these are the closest to human beings as we could come. I have one of the them waiting in the back room. "

I grabbed the file he had in his hand, "Vincent Ortega. Has a background in Special Forces. I don't know why this is a hard choice. Where is this guy, I'll give him the test, see if he shapes up."

I went in back and called for Vincent.

"Just call me Vinnie. But don't get it mixed up with my cousin Vinnie. I'm better looking."

Vinnie was tall and thin. He spoke with a heavy New York accent. He had oily black hair that was in a sort of buzz cut. I also noticed he was playing with a clock, a screw driver, and a few wires.

"Um. Maybe that isn't such a good idea in here."

"What this? I'm just trying to fix my alarm clock."

I almost believed him.

"So, you were in Special Forces?"

"Yup. Demolition department."

He had a box of various items at his feet. Inside appeared to be fuses, wires, bolts, screws, and sticks of dynamite. Wait, dynamite?

"Hey, what's in that box?" I asked him.

"Oh, gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue. And paperclips. Big ones."

He was going to blow us all straight to hell.

"Um, so how did you get into explosives?"

"I was working in a pizza joint about ten years ago. And, I guess there was this leak nest door. Next thing I knew, BOOM! No more Chinese Laundromat."

"Look, maybe I could give you a sign-up form, and we'll call you if the position can be filled."

He grabbed his box and stood, "Fine by me. I was only waiting in here for what, ten minutes. Eleven tops."

Once he left, and Miroku had gone back into his office to post more want ads, Kagome grabbed another REPO file.

So here's how it works. You sign a loan agreement from the government on a new set of wheels. You keep up on your payments, fine and dandy. But if you don't, then Kagome and I come in. we track down people who don't make payments and legally steal their cars. It's great fun until you get shot at or burn down a building full of weed and get high in the process.

"Antoine Moliere. Drives a 2010 Honda Civic. Guess it's our now."

We arrived at a small one story ranch about five miles outside of town. I didn't see a car parked in the driveway, but there was a two door garage toward the back of his property. Garages made me suspicious now.

I knocked on the door and discovered it unlocked and partially opened. Kagome noticed this as well and drew her Glock. I followed suit, and we entered. We began clearing rooms one by one until we reached the bedroom at the back. Kagome had gone to investigate the garage, so I opened the door and walked in and turned on the light. There was a bunk bed toward the back of the room.

I went to the bed and pulled back the sheets on the bottom bunk. Dirt. Several little piles of dirt of different colors and sizes. As I was wondering what the hell it was, I turned around to find a short fat man looking at me with a pissed off look to his face.

"You have disturbed the dirt."

"What the—"

"YOU HAVE DISTURBED THE DIRT!"

He rushed past me and began to rearrange the little piles on the bed. Kagome must have heard the commotions, because she was suddenly at my back, looking just as dumbstruck.

I tapped the little guy on the shoulder, "Hey. We're here for your car. You didn't make payments."

"Phooey on your little games. Besides, that thing no longer works."

We were out at the garage. I made the mole promise me he had no narcotics on the premises. The little Honda sat, looking not a day out of the factory. Moliere gave me the keys.

"See for yourself."

I tried the ignition. Nothing. Well I'll be damned.

I popped the hood and Kagome took a look. She finally popped her head back up. She had her eyes narrowed of Moliere.

"Where is it?"

"What?"

"You know what. The distributer cap."

The only sure fire way to de-theft your car is to remove the distributer cap. That way no electricity gets to the engine.

"I'll ask again. Where is it?" This was going to end badly.

"I do not know what you are talking about."

Kagome found a jar of dirt sitting on a workbench.

She held it up for all to see, "Hey, you filthy little mole. Look what I got. I got a jar of dirt."

"Noooo! Not the dirt! Anything but the dirt!"

I was having a hard time keeping a straight face.

Moliere dug through some boxes and came up with a little cap, "Here is your thing-a-majiggy. Just don't disturb the dirt!"

Ten minutes later, we were cursing down West Avenue. I had the Civic, while Kagome was in our Ferrari. We pulled into the office.

"Never agree to handle that guy's claim again." I told Yura. "That was the weirdest experience of my life."

"You got the dirt guy huh?"

I nodded.

Yura brought up a package, "This came for you Inuyasha. It's from a Kilala Kitsune."

Kagome came rushing forward, "My color swatches!"

I took an educated guess, "So I guess this means we won't be able to catch the Rangers game tonight?"

She sent me a glare, "Only kidding." I amended. I patted myself on the back. I was learning fast.

"So what do you like? Eggshell, or cream?" We'd been at this for three hours. I now knew there were at least fifty shades of white. And red was definitely an angry color.

"They both look white to me."

"Yes but on is definitely more white than the other."

Give me strength, "Okay, eggshell."

She nodded and put the last swatch back in the box.

"I'll mail this tomorrow. By the way, I made an appointment with my OB/GYN next week. It should be close to the time when we can tell if it will be a bot or girl."

Now, contrary to most demon rumors, we can't smell the gender of our children. That's nature's way of punishing us; by making us buy a nursery set for a boy, and then come to find out that we're getting a girl.

We were sitting on the couch, doing nothing, when I hatched an idea.

"Did the doctor say it was okay to, um, you know, while you're pregnant?"

She threw the remote across the room. Then, she attacked me.

"Finally! It's been three damn weeks. I thought you'd run dry!"

Please R&R! Are you happy now? You didn't want it to end, so here you go. A whole next story. And as for the references, I could not resist!