"What's wrong Sesshoumaru," I asked quietly, my eyes still fluttering as I fought off sleep.
"Nothing, dear," he murmured softly, a soft growl to his voice.
"Can't sleep," I mumbled, as I sat up a bit and looked at him.
"Yeah," he grumbled.
"Why don't you drink some warm milk," I suggested, my gaze locking with his amber ones.
"All right," he said, as he climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen.
I stood and followed him, leaning against the door frame wiping the sleep from my eyes. I watched him quietly as he padded about the kitchen in his bare feet and doggy boxer shorts. I chuckled softly, remembering when I had given them to him. He was angry at me for quite some time, saying that it was a cruel joke, but it wasn't long after that I caught him wearing them.
"Do you want some," he questioned, offering me his glass.
I nodded and took a sip, then yawned. "See," I chuckled softly, "It is working already." I handed the glass back to him and he drank the rest. I took the glass from him when he was done and walked over to the sink, running warm water in it and adding a bit of soap. I left it in the sink and followed him back to our bedroom.
About an hour later I awoke again, only just realizing that I had dozed off.
"Still can't sleep," I yawned, squinting my eyes at the dim book light.
"No, am I keeping you awake," he glanced at me, his gold rimmed reading glasses perched low on his nose.
"No, not at all," I whispered, rolling onto my other side and snuggling into the blanket.
Two hours later I awoke to the sound of water running. I blinked at the bathroom door and frowned slightly. I stood and walked over to the door, knocking lightly on it.
"Yes," was the softly uttered question from the other side.
"Nothing," I implored.
"Not yet," he admitted with a soft sigh. "Go ahead without me," he chuckled half heartedly.
"All right," I groaned.
I climbed back in bed and soon fell asleep.
I was awakened moments later by the soft cry of our son in the other room. I moved to stand but was pulled back by his strong arms.
"I'll get him," he appeased, brushing strands of hair from my face.
"Thank you," I murred, gently kissing his lips before he went.
I awoke the next morning, my eyes fluttering in the bright sunlight that fluttered through the window blinds over the bed. I turned over to give Sesshoumaru a hug, and frowned when I discovered that he was not asleep next to me.
"Where could he be," I grumped, climbing out of bed and into the bathroom.
"Sesshoumaru," I whispered, pulling the curtains back from the shower/bath. He wasn't in there. . .
I hurried to the kitchen and saw that he was not there. I glanced out the window at the carport. The car was still there. "Where the hell is he," I grumbled, heading towards baby Kohaku's room. "Oh," I breathed, a gentle smile crossing my lips.
Sesshoumaru was in the rocking chair, silvery hair pulled back, his button up night shirt askew, his eyes closed, and his glasses about to fall off the tip of his nose. Kohaku was resting on his chest, fast asleep and perfectly peaceful.