Kagomay Prompt

Summary: There's the bad husband, the good wife and the happy couple. How do they make it work?

Rated: T

A/N: Um….my favorite character is Inuyasha. Because he's funny when he doesn't mean to be and when he's sweet or nice, you know he's being genuine because he'll never do it otherwise. Let's try the Inuyasha POV. It's really hard for me to write Inuyasha because sometimes I think I put too many thoughts in his head that he never actually would have.

Part 1: The Bad Husband

Sometimes Kagome would jokingly mention that she wasn't a "good wife," but whenever she says it, it makes my insides fold in on themselves because she's a great wife. I don't even know what wives are expected to do but whatever those expectations are, I can promise you, she over exceeds all of them.

However, I'm probably the shittiest husband ever.

Today, is one of those days where she didn't even have to mention her not being a "good wife," to remind me of my husband status, I realized it myself when the sun came up and I was still in bed, granted I was pretty sore and tired after last night's activities; a demon was terrorizing the rice fields and stressing all of us out because we needed that batch to get us through winter, get your mind out of the gutter.

Although… when I got home, Kagome and I did find creative ways to alleviate the stress.

I reached up to slap my head out of it, I was losing track of my self-imposed guilt trip. It didn't matter what happened yesterday and I shouldn't make up excuses to why I was half-passed out making a mess of the sheets while my wife got up, brought in the collected rain water, put a hot pot on the fire to start the tea, made sure there wasn't dust lingering near the entrance of our home so that it wouldn't irritate my nose, picked up the clutter I had made coming home last night when I scattered all my clothes on the floor with no consideration for the fact she'd have to clean it all up the next day, and the dishes from yesterday's dinner that were sitting in the bucket ready for scrubbing were now tucked away, clean and ready for use.

All of this done while I did nothing. All of this done on her damn birthday.

By the time I realized my mistake she had of course already given me a kiss on my forehead and whispered to me in that gentle sing-song voice of hers that she was going to the market in the middle of the village to pick up supplies for dinner tonight. Her voice caught my attention immediately but the way she had made her tone turn to silk dropped me into another hour of sleep.

Napping, contrary to what you might believe, is something I enjoy doing a lot. Usually I'd do it in a tree though, since they tend to be high and away from demons or humans that want me dead. I also like doing it in the sun, that's when napping is probably the best. What? Were you expecting me to say something sappy like, when Kagome is next to me?

Let me tell you something about sleeping next to Kagome. She has beautiful hair, granted she'll argue that mine is better, but the point is that it's long. Long and when it's going up your nose, it doesn't feel like downy feathers, it feels like knives. And as much as I like looking at the back of her head, the front of her face is much more pleasant to look at, but my nose is very sensitive and her breath is very strong in the morning so I'm stuck with the lesser evil of the two. And then there's the matter of when her behind is pressed against my lower region, not a lot of sleeping gets done that way anyway. We have lots of other naps though. I enjoy the one where my head's in her lap, I can sleep the whole week just like that, but then she'll be waking me up in an hour or so, because my head's making her legs fall asleep or she has a really bad itch to take care of. I like the one where she's leaned against my back in the meadow. I like listening to her breathe and make little mewling sounds, but then I start to fall asleep because of it and since I'm substantially heavier than her, when I lean my weight against her back it turns into an Inuyasha, Kagome, dirt sandwich. Which she has a problem with. So, napping in a tree is the absolute best.

In fact, now that I'm yawning and thinking about it, maybe I should go find a good tall tree…

Wait.

Wasn't I talking about someone?

Kagome…Kagome's….KAGOME'S BIRTHDAY. God, I am the worst husband, ever. I don't deserve a damn wife.

Right, so today is my wife's birthday. My beautiful, small-hearted, wife was born today, and although she knew this, she still left me to enjoy my slumber while she went off and did busy boring chores for us. I'm beginning to wonder if this is all some type of trap, a ploy to get back at me later with. I wouldn't put it past her.

I need to do something. I didn't even plan anything. I didn't even think about it. Sango and Miroku were bugging me the other day about it and I was so caught up in ignoring them that I forgot. I'm pulling on my pants, and grab my sword from where it's resting against my side of the bed and as I'm rushing out I manage to knock over the pail of rain water that Kagome had been collecting from the shower yesterday. No amount of demon reflexes could've helped me get to the pail in time.

"Fucking goddamnit, why was it even OUT in the open like that!" I'm telling you, Kagome is doing all this on purpose. She's going to let me have it tonight. She put the damn thing in my way to knock it over and get everything wet. The wench. She let me sleep on her birthday because she wants to kill me.

Or worse. She's going to sit me.

Then as a reflex I jumped and my elbow threw back the cup of tea she had set down for me, which was still very hot. I yowled as the liquid burned the top of my feet. There was a disaster in the kitchen and the puddle was leaking off into the bedroom. I was a dead hanyou.

Before I had a second to doubt my actions I'm running out the door at top speed and I'm so far away from the village I can't even hear Rin patronizing the boys again for knocking over her Sesshomaru shrine. (Why did she erect a mini shrine in that bastard's honor? Good luck getting the answer from me cause I'm not touching that with a 10-ft pole.)

I finally manage to get far enough away that my mind is working up again after fleeing the crime scene that would more than likely result in my imprint on our floor. I'm far enough away that even if she yelled sit from the top of her lungs; I wouldn't get affected by it.

I had to be within hearing distance after all…

Right?