Do Not Own Inuyasha . . .

Summary: Sometimes you love a person but you do the unexpected. Sometimes it comes out and sometimes it doesn't. Well unfortunately inuyasha is stuck with that situation and it's gonna take God, Miroku and Kouga along with there wife's and pups to help him out on this one. Boy is this gonna take alotta work. Rated M for Mature: Caution there may be some stuff you may not like such as Inuyasha not being so bad or Hojo dating a big girl ( no offense to the big girls out there use to be one yes i use to weigh over 183 pounds. ) and being a Christian or even miroku being more perverted, cursing, and insane and also lol, Yes little lemons in every chapter so enjoy! ( almost every chapter )

-:Author's Note:- Hey Fan Fiction, I really missed you guys! I know it's been a bit of a while since i last updated anything except for that new story, but here comes 2 brand new chapters of "My Baby's Daddy", also I have also added something new before each story which is called -Drum Roll- Chiby Time! Where we see the funniest most ridiculous moments in the Inuyasha Gang lol. Also, I would like to thank my fans for still reviewing even though I was gone from writing, and also I appreciate My Boyfriend for helping me out with the next few chapters of this story and encouraging me to continue it. Thanks! Anyways, Enjoy The Story! Please Review! Cya 4 Now!

Chap. 6 -:From A Stripper To A Baby Sitter:-

Kouga, Miroku, and I were at Tokyo Square Garden. By halftime the Knicks were getting their butts whipped by Shaquille O' Neal in one of his appearance's in Japan and he brought his skills all the way from the Miami Heat. That was okay, though. The night was still young, and after the game we were going to head over to Hooters to celebrate Miroku's new job and Kouga's last few nights as a bachelor. I tried to arrange a big shindig at a strip club with all our friends, but Mr. Born-Again Kouga nixed that idea a couple of nights ago. I had to twist his arm just to get him to let Miroku and I take him to Hooters.

Despite his holier-than-thou protest during the week, Kouga has been in high spirits from the minute we picked him up and headed to the game. I think he was a little more bit excited about the whole Hooters thing than he wanted to admit. I guess that's how it is when you're going to be married in less than twenty-four hours. You wanna see someone ele's titties one last time. You don't necessarily touch 'em, but you do wanna see 'em. Then again, even for an old married guy like me, a beer and some titties sounded pretty good to me. Who knows, I thought, maybe if we were lucky and he drank enough beer before the end of the game, Kouga might let us take him to a real strip club.

I turned to Miroku, who as usual had his cell phone glued to his war, talk to the bubble-butt, gold-digging wench he called a wife. Damn, I couldn't stand that bitch. It seemed like she was calling every half hour on the hour since he got into town just to see what he was doing. I felt like grabbing his phone and saying,

"He's at a basketball game, bitch! Same place he was half an hour ago when you called. Damn! Give the brother a break so he can watch the game!"

I didn't blame her as much as I blamed Miroku, though. We dedicated to our women, but I'd never seen anyone whipped as him. He was mesmerized by that oversized ass of hers. He acted like he was a dong on a leash and she was his master. I was convinced that anything she said, he'd do, and that included jumping off the Tokyo Bridge. I was starting to get heated just thinking about it, so it was good thing my cell phone began to ring before I opened my mouth.

I reached into my pocket and hit the talk button without looking at the called ID.

A big mistake, I soon found out . . .

"Inuyasha." It was Kikyo, and a wave of anxiety came over me when I recognized her voice.

I was suppose to drop off $200 by her house earlier that afternoon but my route had ended up doing more overtime than I expected. In my haste to get home, shower, and pick up the fellas, I completely forgot about it til' now.

"I got your money," I assured her.

"Good, but that's not why I'm calling."

I hesitated before speaking, and I could feel both Kouga's and Miroku's attention turn on me.

"Then why are you calling?"

"I need you to babysit your son."

From the tone of her voice, this was not a request, it was a demand. I turned my back and spoke low so Kouga and Miroku could barely hear me.

"Kikyo, I can't babysit tomorrow. Kouga's getting married."

"Who said anything about tomorrow? I need a babysitter now."

"Now?" I snapped, glancing at my friends.

"That's right. Now," She snapped back. "I gotta be at work by nine o' clock and the lady that usually watches him is sick, I can't afford to miss work."

"What about your mother? Why can't she watch him?"

"My mother's down South, Inuyasha. She's been down there taking care of my grandmother for the last three months. I don't know when she's coming back." It almost sounded like she was pleading.

"Kikyo, I'm sorry, but I can't do it tonight. I'm already in Kiyoko. In order for me to get there by nine, I'd have to leave now."

There was silence on the line until she spoke in an ominous threatening tone.

"Look, Inuyasha, I don't have time to argue with you. Now, I need you to babysit, so you might as well get your ass up and come on back to Tokyo!"

"I heard you the first time, Kikyo, so you don't have to yell. But like I told you the first time, I can't do it tonight. I'm busy."

"Oh is that right? . . . Well, is your wife at home? 'Cause if you can't watch him, I'm damn sure gonna ask her."

All of a sudden my head began to hurt. Kikyo had a way of pushing my buttons like no one else. "Don't go there, Kikyo," I said angrily.

"No, Inuyasha! Don't you go there. I told you before, I'm not playing with you. This isn't a fucking game to me. I will call your wife. So what's your home number again? Oh yeah."

She repeated the digits. I'd never heard someone sound so serious, and it scared the hell out of me, especially when she continued.

"Now, she don't go to bed early, does she? 'Cause it'd be a damn shame to wake the bitch up when all you gotta do is come over here and babysit."

"God Dammit. Fine. Look, let me call you back in five minutes. I'll se if I can arrange something. But I'm gonna call you, so don't do nothin' stupid until then." I hung up the phone and turned to my friends.

"Guys I got a problem . . . "

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