This will be the last chapter.

Warning; Yaoi, Incest, Male Pregnecy

Chapter 3: Our creation

Four months had passed since I had taken Inuyasha as my mate. We have done quite well since that time. True, we had had our squables and our misfortunes but we had pulled through and been well in the end.

As I lay beside him now, I begin to think of what would have become of him if I had not interperated his life in that vulnurable time. Would he, if all permited, stayed by that tomb until he died. I would like to have thought that he wouldn't. Yet he loved that young girl so deaply, that I would have to admit that maybe it all could have ended. I would have gone without the mate that I had already suffocated myself from for too long.

A sigh escaped my lips and I must have awoken him, for I heard a slight shift in the sheets and then a muffled curse. That was usually how he woke up. One would think that he would have a much easier time getting to sleep, seeing as how he wasn't pregnant.

My mate and I did not take into consideration that he was in a weak state of heat while we were lost in the passionate moment. And thus, my stomach grows larger as the days slide by and I feel the ever persistant urge to simply stap Inuyasha stupid for his ignorance.

Yet my ignorance was just as large as his.

As they say, "It takes two."

I could bicker all I wanted to and still I would be filled with the most amazing amount of joy in the world just by touching my stomach. The wonders of being pregnant was not a subject I had ever thought about, seeing as how I thought I would never need to. Yet here I am, full with my own heir. I can understand now the way some women react to losing their babies.

If I lost mine ...

I couldn't think about it, for I would not let it happen.

My mate had this way about him. He could tell when I was distressed. For the next thing I knew, his cool lips were touching my bare chest; his claws lightly dancing upon my stomach. I enjoyed that feeling more than anything.

"Stop worring, Sesshomaru. You'll make yourself sick." He mumbled.

"Hai. It's just my first. I want absolutely nothing to go wrong."

"Then I guess you already screwed up, huh?"

I pulled my mate back from my nipple, the second favorite spot on my anatomy, to look at his face. "What are you implying, little brother?"

"Told you not to call me that!" He said grufly. " The child isn't going to be full demon. It'll be ... three fourth or somethin'."

"Nonsense. Genes don't work that way."

"And how do you know how genes work?"

"I read some books of Miko Kagome's, Kami rest her soul. They were very imformative about how all that came about and the process by which it all works."

"Hai." He said sadly, mournful.

"Because the child essentialy had demon and half-demon blood, the product of its' genes could be anything from full demon to barely having a trace of demon blood. Yet, demon blood would obviously be the dominant gene, and therefore the child will most likely come out with almost full demon blood."

"Yeah, whatever. But you said you'd never want a half-demon kid."

"When did I say that?"

"Well, your actions toward me before all of this kinda hinted me in that direction. Plus, you despise humans."

"Have you ever heard of a facade?"

"You mean like a cover up?"

"Hai. Exactaly like a 'cover up'. I was simply being who I was because I did not want people to see inside of me. I did not wish to be let down or saddened ever again." With the look of confusion on my mates face, I decided to continue. "You know very well what father did with your mother. And, considering that I was raised by mostly him, I should not have taken it the way I did. I was mad and upset with him for not telling me, not involving me. He insisted that I did not know and thus kept a very important thing from me. If I had know, who knows, I may have taken it better. However, because I did not, I have had to keep up this fake face about the world."

"So you don't have humans?"

"Human's are natural idiots. Though, I don't hate them as much as some think. And I certantly don't mind having you as a mate or having an heir that is yours."

"I still get to be the father. You're a bitch."

"Little brother, my patients for your tyrancy is running thin as of late."

"It's always running thin."

I agian sighed. My mate must have read that as a sign, for he quieted and snuggled up against my chest. I kissed his temple and settled down myself.

You, I thought as I stroked my bulging stomach, had better be worth it. Our little creation. I love you so much.

A/N: Short? Yeah, well not all of them have to be overly long. Someone e-mailed me and asked if this will go on. Hai, but only if you give me enough reviews. Hugs from Ryan, kisses from Jesse.