I have to admit, I was just writing and out of the blue I wrote this. I really hope you like it, beause I will be updating with in the next hour. I don't anything, and hope you like it. oh yeah and please don't kill me, and the characters might me a little OOC. So no flames, alright enjoy.

I watched as my 18 month old son was running through the back yard, playing with his husky dog Kilala. His autumn red hair blowing in the wind, while his blue jeans and white shirt stained with dirt and grass. His laughter full of happiness as his dog jumped on him from behind knocking them both down to the ground.

How he reminded me of my late husband, Sesshomaru. With his silver hair and amber eyes, with a hint of emerald. His was a good man, a wonderful husband, and would of made a fantastic father. We meet in high school, and shortly after graduation we were married. After a year of marriage we found out he was diagnosed with cancer. They gave him six months to live. Once we went home, I cried, that was all I could do. Will he just sat at the end of the bed staring at me with eyes that held no explanation. As I cried my soul out not knowing what do, he wrapped his arms around me, and held me tight.

As months passed I could see he was losing strength little by little, but as stubborn he was he tried not to show it. As the last month rolled by we decided that we would take some time for ourselves. We went up to the northern cabins that his family owned for years. For the last time we spent our time together, we made it the best. Our precious moments that we had left, that I would remember forever.

As we made it home, to our precious house that we bought together, his health grew weaker as every hour went by. I called the doctor, and he made it with in an hour. He came out of the room and looked me in the eyes, I knew the answer. He told me that my husband didn't want to go to the hospital, that he wanted to stay home with me, knowing that he would be his last.

I showed the doctor to the door, as I shut the door, I fell to the ground will my back was facing the door. I pulled my legs to my chest and just let the tears roll down my face. I don't know how long I was in that position until I was being lifted. I looked to see the amber eyes of my lover. As weak as he was I was surprised he could still lift me. I struggled in his arms as I tried to free myself, I didn't want him to hurt himself. But he whispered into my ear, " Don't struggle just let me carry you for the last time." That made me cry even harder, as I clung to the t-shirt he had on.

He gently lied me on our bed will getting in himself. He pulled the covers over our bodies and pulled me closer. He ran his fingers through my hair as I continued to cry. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He kissed the tears that fell from my red and puffy eyes. He whispered things into my ear, telling me that he would always love me. That I would be alright, and that he would be watching over me. He claimed his undying love for me, kissing me with hot passion, that lasted through the night to the early morning. Then when it was all over I woke up the next morning to find my beautiful dream shattered.

My beautiful, stubborn, hard to read husband lied motionless with his arms wrapped around me. While his silky silver hair mixing with my blackish blue hair. His head was on top of mine, as I raised my head I could see the smile upon his pale face. I couldn't believe it, he left me, he left me in this world alone, and heartbroken. I shock him trying to not believe the fact, but his body just moved from the shake of his body. Yelled at him to wake but he didn't. It then hit me like a lightning bolt, he was gone. My love was gone, and there was no way he was coming back.

I cried in his arms that morning, trying to fell the warmth that was still left into his pale and beautiful body.

I buried him a week later, many people came. His family, our friends and while as my family. But from the support I was getting from them it seemed like nothing was helping. As weeks went by my family and friends returned to their own lives. Since I lived far away from them, that's what Sesshomaru and I wanted. To live away from the people, the city, so we moved to a suburban.

I was still suffering from my lost, that I stopped eating, I took time off of work to figure out what I was going to do with my life, that I never notice that I was throwing up when ever I tried to eat. I was lightheaded, irritable, and I seemed to have skipped my menstrual. I visited the doctor, and told her of my symptoms, she laughed as she came back into the room and told me that I was to be expecting.

I went home that day, in shock. I was pregnant, and it was growing inside me. I fell on my bed well staring at the black ceiling trying to think. Then it finally hit me, I was going to be a mother and Sesshomaru was the father. It was a gift from him before he lift me, to leave something that was from him. I was in a better mood that month, and told my family that lived about 6 hours away from me. They as well were excited, and happy that I was doing better.

I heard the door bell that sent me out of my day dream, as I walked to the door, it was the mail man. As he handed me the mail I seen that it was the blood work I got from Shippo. Since his father was diagnose with Cancer I wanted to get him tested as well, just to make sure. As I opened the letter it had his information, but it seemed to be wrong. Sesshomaru's blood type as well as mine were both B positive, and it explained that Shippo's was O negative.

I dropped the paper, while running to the phone to call his doctor. It must have been a mix up.

Now this is a story that is kind of twisted. So please no flames.I didn't quiet base this on the anime story line, so everyone on here is human.