Summary: Love leads you to do the unexpected. Inuyasha, Kouga, and Miroku have a serious dilemma going on. Will their wives and children be there to support them? Or will there situations turn for the worst? The scariest realization of all three men facing the consequences for the actions they swore to be hidden forever. Rated 'M' for mature content 'Disclaimer Provided'.

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A/N: Another late update lol. Wow, I really need to get back on top of things. I've been sick and stressed for those who have followed me on facebook. If not, you can always go to my profile on fanfiction and click on homepage. It will automatically redirect you to my facebook link. Anyways, thanks for those who have been supporting me since the beginning. We've gotten a little far in this story and I really want to say thank you! I know some of you have been busy and not able to review, but I completely understand. I have some new stories coming out soon. This is including some new lemons and official stories with very (smoxy) plots haha, so thank you for making me your favorite author and favorite stories. It means so very much to me.

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Pairings: Inuyasha/Kagome . Kouga/Ayame . Miroku/Sango

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Caution! There will be high situations of sexual contact, sexual puns and jokes intended. Adult situations: involving drugs, thugs, pregnancy, abusive relationships and other involved encounters. Lemons will be added in almost every chapter so sit back and enjoy!

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Chapter VII

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From the time we stepped off the plane to the second our limo pulled in front of our hotel on Paradise Island in the Bahamas, Ayame was in awe. She looked like a child on her first trip to Disney World. I'd completely forgotten that she'd never been out of the country before, let alone gone to a tropical paradise. She was so excited that she was pointing, holding her breath, and testifying all at the same time. It was truly a blessing just to watch her as she admired the postcard beauty of the island's palm trees and blue-green waters.

"Hey, look over there." I wrapped my arm around her and pointed to our hotel.

"Jesus, is that our hotel?" She started shaking and waving her hands in the air like she'd just been struck by God herself. I had to admit I was pretty impressed myself. We were staying at the Atlantis Casino Resort on Paradise Island. The hotel was just as inviting as the brochures had said it would be. It was truly a sight to behold.

Once we got out of the limo, we spent about a half-hour in the lobby, admiring what could only be called an aquarium. Whoever designed the place and came up with the name Atlantis hit the nail right on the head.

We followed the bellman to our room. After I tipped him for bringing up our suitcases, to Ayame's surprise, I picked her up in my arms and carried her 250-pound frame over the threshold. Now, I'm not saying it was easy, and I almost dropped her, but I'd been lifting weights at the gym in preparation for this moment. I wanted to make out honeymoon special for her, and I think I was on my way to a good start. Of course, I couldn't wait to put her down once we got in the room, and I'm sure I pulled a muscle slightly in my back, but the look of pleasure on her face was worth any amount of pain I might have received.

"Oooh, Kouga. You're something else." She threw her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss as she pulled me on the bed. "I love you, Mr. Onawa. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Mrs. Onawa, " I murmured between kisses. Ayame tried to take off my shirt. I was sure she wanted to make love, but I resisted. I wanted to build things up before we made love. I wanted our lovemaking to cap off the most wonderful day of our lives.

"How about we go take a walk on the beach?" I suggested.

"That sound romantic Kouga, I would love to." Ayame squealed.

"Good, then come on. Let's unpack these bags and get our bathing suits on."

Ayame smiled her agreement, but then a reluctant, self-conscious look came over her face. "You know what? I don't think that's such a good idea. Why don't we just stay in the room?"

"Stay in the room? Ayame, I know you want to make love, but we have all night to do that. We're on a tropical island, sweet heart. Don't you want to walk along the warm beach with the sun on your back and a Bahama Mama in your hand?"

"Not if I have to wear a bathing suit, I don't." She sat on the bed, pouting. "Did you see how skinny those women were? Basking themselves in this beautiful vacation by the pool."

"Yeah, and?" I looked at her in confusion.

"I don't look like them in a bathing suit, and it makes me anxious. I'm not going to go out there and embarrass you, Kouga."

"Embarrass me how? I don't want those women. I just want you. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Ayame, and you're gorgeous to me. Why do you think I married you? Now, go get in that bathing suit. I'm going to grab my trunks so I can take a walk with the prettiest woman on the island, my wife, Mrs. Ayame Onawa."

Looking a little less tense, Ayame went into the bathroom. She came out sporting a black-and-white sarong wrapped over a one piece bathing suit, and I swear she looked thirty pounds slimmer. She had a white-and-black scarf wrapped around her hair, which gave her a sassy look.

"My damn, now what were you worried about? Looking as fine as you do, I wouldn't be surprised if I needed to beat a few men off. Besides, those girls by the pool don't have anything on my baby." I walked over and teased her lips with my tongue.

The beach was crowded with women wearing what looked like G-strings more than bikinis. Some were even sunbathing with their tops off, but I didn't pay them any mind. I was very satisfied with the woman I was with. She was all I could possibly want and more. Although some of them were with their men, the majority of them seemed to be highly skilled cougars ready to pounce. They were there with their girlfriends, and they were on the prowl. A few of them even tried to smooth me over when I went to get Ayame and myself some drinks from the beachside bar, but I made it very clear that I was with my wife and I'd be damn if I let them ruin it; especially on our honeymoon.

With drinks in hand, Ayame and I strolled along the beach. At first she seemed a little self-conscious, but as we continued to walk, I held her hand and she became more comfortable. I'm not going to lie, there were more than a few people staring at us, especially the females, but whenever they stared, I just pulled her in closer. I laid down a blanket against the sand from the rack across from us, and sat her between my legs. She laid her head against my chest as we looked over the rippling tides at sea; it was always beautiful whenever the one you love is enjoying it with you.

"Kouga, I know we never put a time on it, but I want to have kids. I want them as soon as possible with you."

"Sounds like you've been talking to Izayoi again." I smiled sweetly. "Inuyasha's mother seems to grow on everyone." I straddle her hair as she groaned impatiently. I don't think I've ever met a woman who's wanted to have a child immediately after marriage.

"We've had a few conversations. But that's not why I want to have a child right away. I love you, Kouga, and I can't wait to have a child with you. I just want a piece of you inside."

I smiled. "I love you too, Ayame, and I can't wait to have a child with you."

She smirked broadly. "Good, because I didn't bother bringing any kind of protection." We both laughed. "I want to have a house full of baby youkai's running around. Four, maybe five kids." I sat up to protest but her lips locked with mine.

"But Ayame, that's a lot of wear and tear on your body." She sat up from my embrace and stood up in front of me. I joined her as we continued to stroll down the beach. I wrapped one arm around her waist

"I don't care what it does to my body. I want to do anything to make you happy and be the mother of your children. You know, sometimes it's hard to believe you've never had children before."

I stopped walking and held her close. "I've always loved children, Ayame. I just never met a woman I wanted to have them with until I met you." I kissed her gently as she smiled.

"Kouga, I love you so much. You make me so happy. Do you know that?"

"Yes, I do, but make sure you show me how much you love me later tonight."

"You don't have to worry about a thing. Everyone on this island is going to know my name when I get finished with you tonight."

Ayame squeezed my ass, and started to make out with me. When I opened my eyes from our session, there were two women in their twenties staring at us like we were in a freak show. I was going to say something, but Ayame beat me to it.

"What the hell are you looking at? You've never seen a woman kiss her man and grab on his ass before? If you have something to say, I suggest you speak up instead of mumbling like I can't hear you." The women didn't say anything to us, but Ayame words snapped them out of their trance.

"What I want to know is how much she's paying him," one of the women whispered under her breath to her friend, who laughed. She forgot water carries sound well, and we heard every word.

"What!" Ayame shouted as her demonic aurora turned into something sinful. I'd never seen her react to anything so aggressively. "I know you're not accusing me of buying my man. See this diamond ring? 60 carat. Check yourself before you wreck yourself." Their jaws dropped in astonishment. "You're going to make me forget I'm saved." Ayame kicked off her sandals, then snatched off her earrings as she headed towards them. I grabbed her arm and both girls took off back the way they came. "

"That's right, he's fine. Isn't he? And he's all mine. All two hundred and seventy pounds of me." She struggled to get free. "Let me go, Kouga. Let me go!"

"No sweetheart, please calm down and forget them." I pleaded. It took a while, but she finally calmed down. "Are you okay Ayame?"

"Yes, I'm all right, but I'm not going to let these B-I-T-C-H-E-S ruin my honeymoon anymore. I'm sorry if they can't find a good man, but I'm blessed and he answered my desires when he sent you to me, and I'm not going to be ashamed of that anymore."

"Well then, I'm proud of you," I told her as we held hands and walked back towards the hotel. From that moment on Ayame's whole demeanor was changed, and she was no longer happy to be with me, she was with me and God help anyone that gets in her way.

She was so happy; all she did was chat about our future family. She'd already picked out names for our children. We'd raise them in the church and not only would they be good Christians, but they'd also be good people like their mother and father. We ended up eating dinner at a small hotel café on the beach. Don't ask me how many Bahama Mama's I had, but they snuck up on me. By the time the sun went down and the hotel lights came on, I was officaly drunk. I think Ayame was too because she pulled her chair up close to mine and started nibbiling on my ear in public. It was quite obvious to anyone who walked by exactly what she had on her mind.

"Baby, can we go back to the room? I've got a soaked feeling between my legs that needs some attention, and I need to use your thick rod to take care of it." She guided my hand along her smooth, thick, thigh, probably hoping that it would find its way between her legs.

"Sound like somebody I know is ready to work on that baby," I teased.

Ayame couldn't contain her grin as she whispered, "Mmm-hmm, and if we don't get it right the first time, we'll keep trying until we do."

I finished off what was left in my glass, then led my bride back to our room to consummate our marriage. We kissed and touched he entire way. If we hadn't been in the hotel, I'm sure there would have been a trail of clothes leading to our room. Once inside, Ayame slipped into the bathroom to change into something a little more comfortable while I slipped out of my trunks and fell backward on the bed. As I waited for her to come out, I realized there was one major problem. I was a lot drunker than I wanted to admit, and as a consequence, I was limp as a wet noodle. I'd been like this before when I was drunk, and I'd always ended up getting embarrassed. The one thing a woman did not want to hear was that you couldn't get it up for them even if you were drunk.

They always made it seem like not being able to make a man hard was as bad as losing a breast or having a hysterectomy. It made them feel like they were less than a woman, like they weren't sexy anymore. Matter of fact, I pissed this one woman off so bad I honestly think the experience was the reason she turned gay. The last thing I wanted to do on my honeymoon was kill my new wife's already fragile self-esteem.

At first I thought maybe I'd pretend I'd passed out from the alcohol, but I decided against it because it wasn't fair to Ayame, who deserved a night of pleasure. Then I remembered something Inuyasha used to say when we were in college. "When in doubt, eat her out." So, that's what I was going to do. I was going to give Ayame more than oral pleasure than she'd know what to do with. A half-hour later, Ayame was squirming around on her back, enjoying the aftereffects of her second orgasm. She was huffing and puffing like she'd just run a marathon and when I lifted my head, she begged me to put it inside. I gave her a drunken smile and shook my head.

"I'm not ready for that yet," I told her, lowering my head. I had a special technique when it came to oral sex, a technique that had every woman I'd ever slept with willing to put aside our differences and jump into my bed on a moment's notice. You see, unlike most guys, I knew how to find a woman's clitoris. I also knew how to take my time getting to it. Soft, moist kisses around her inner thighs were always welcomed, in addition to slow, wet licks around her lips. Then and only then do you go for her clit, and when you do, you suck on it like a nipple. At the same time, you enter her with your finger, curling it upwards until you find her G-spot. Using the same rhythm as your tongue, you go to work until she or her orgasm stops you.

"Oh, God, Kouga daddy, please, please, I can't take any more." Ayame grabbed my head and almost gave me whiplash; she then tried to lower my head again. She stopped me by covering her pearly pink pussy with both hands. "No more, I can't take anymore," she pleaded.

"Can't take it, or you're just too tired?"

"Both!"

I pretended as if I was trying to get at her again and she squeezed her legs. "Well, let's take a break then."

"But what about you?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm just here to please you. When you get yours, I feel like I get mine. Besides, I'll wake you up later."

"You sure, I thought you wanted to try and have a baby tonight?"

"We will. The night's still young baby, you're tired. Get some rest and we'll pick up where we left off in a couple of hours." I kissed her, and then turned her on her side so I could wrap my arms around her as she slept. Couple hours, my behind, I thought. After coming three times like she just did. I wasn't going to have to worry about her until morning.

Ayame was snoring in less than ten minutes, but I, on the other hand was wide awake. For some reason I couldn't sleep. My mind kept drifting back to the night before my wedding. I still couldn't get the sweet taste of Suzumi's sweet kiss off my lips. It was amazing how one person could make your hair stand on end with such excitement. I loved my wife, but Suzumi did things to me that I couldn't even begin to explain.

"Kouga, love, are you okay?" Ayame's words snapped me out of my drunken daydream, but I hesitated, asking myself a few questions before I answered hers. Why was she asking me if I was okay? Did she know I was thinking about Suzumi? And if she did know, how the hell did she figure out? Was I that obvious?

"Yeah, I'm okay, why?" I replied nervously.

"Because you keep rubbing your stuff up against me and its getting me aroused. It's kind of hard to sleep when your man's rubbing his hard on against my body."

Hard on, I thought, adjusting my hops. Ayame was right. My dick was rock-hard and I owed it all to Suzumi. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't even realize that I was doing that." I really didn't. I needed to get this person out of my head before it became my only thoughts of getting hard. I had a wife, and I had to keep it that way. It would be ridiculous for me to end up like Inuyasha.

"It's okay. I don't know why you didn't put it in before. I knew you needed some release." She rolled completely on her stomach, and then reached for my manhood, grasping it gently. "Mmm… I didn't know it was like that. Why don't you give it to me Kouga? I think we'll both sleep better after we consummate our marriage." I moved on top of Ayame, wondering what she'd do if she knew the real reason why I was so hard. Just the thought of it almost made me limp.

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I'd been up since six o' clock in the morning, cleaning the house I'd rented for my family. I'd gotten lost a few times trying to find it again the morning after I'd followed Rin back to her place and spotted it. When I finally found the house, I copied the number from the sign and called it from my cell phone. The guy on the other end was really patient. His name was Jaken, and he came right down to the house from his office to show me the place. I was impressed. The house had three bedrooms and two baths, plus it had recently been fully renovated and painted. I knew my wife would love it because she had always said she wanted an updated kitchen, and my kids, well, they were going to lose their minds when they found out their new home had a swing set. So, after a short negotiation, Jaken and I agreed on a lease-purchase deal.

I'd been staying with my cousin while I was In Tokyo, but once we signed the papers I gave Jaken the check, I started to sleep in the house on a blow-up mattress. I wanted to get the place ready. I only had a week or so before I had to start my new job. Now all I had to do was get on a plane back to Koyoto, rent a truck, and pack up my family so we could make the long drive back to Tokyo. I know it all sounds overwhelming, but I was excited. Things were finally starting to go my way.

There was a knock on the door, then a familiar male voice yelled, "Hey monk, you home?"

"Yeah, comes on in. I'm in the family room," I replied. It was always nice to have Inuyasha over. Sometimes I felt like he was a close brother to me. We've known each other for so long that is family practically became mine.

I could hear the screen door shut, then Inuyasha walked in, followed by a little boy who looked to be about the same age as my three-year-old daughter, Kerri. Inuyasha was supposed to take me to the airport, but I wasn't expecting the little boy, and he kind of caught me off guard. He must have been Kikyo's kid, but why the heck was he with Inuyasha?

"Nice place you got here, Miroku." Inuyasha grinned, nodding his head in approval as he offered me his hand. I took it, pulling him in close.

"Thanks, I just hope Sango likes it." I let go of his hand and we both turned our attention to the little boy standing next to him. Oddly enough, he did look like Inuyasha. Only thing was, Inuyasha wasn't a youkai. Weird as it was, I still didn't understand the making of youkai and hanyou children.

"So, who's this little man?" I smiled brightly and looked at him with deep curiosity.

Inuyasha placed his hand on the boy's shoulders, giving me the we'll talk later look as he introduced us.

"This is Achan. Achan, this is Mr. Yung. You can call him Uncle Miroku."

"Hey, Achan. How are you doing little guy?" I stuck out my hand and he slapped it profusely hard. I nearly fell backwards in pain. Talk about strength. Trying to hold back the expression of pain, I gave him a weak smile.

"I'm good. Are you really my uncle?"

I chuckled, not knowing how to answer him. "Well… you see…"

Inuyasha interrupted. "Yes, he's really your uncle," He glared at me. "Hey, why don't you go out and plan on that swing set while Uncle Miroku and I talk?" Inuyasha pointed to the sliding glass door leading to the backyard, and Achan took off.

"So, now you're claiming him, huh?"

Inuyasha gave me a fuck you look as he walked towards the sliding glass door, which Achan left open. It was breezy that day. It didn't make him feel better that he was somewhat developing feeling for the kid.

"Don't look at me like that," I chastised. "You're the one who wants him to call me Uncle Miroku, so you must be claiming him. I don't blame you, though. Hell, he looks a lot like you."

"I ain't claiming anybody." Inuyasha closed the door, staring at the boy as he went down the slide. He turned to me. "And he doesn't look like me…. does he?" It almost sounded if he was pleading with me to agree with him. I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth, so I gave him a simple answer.

"A little, but hell, you could say he looks like me too."

"You're better than me," he mumbled. I walked over and put my hand on my friend's shoulder. The way he watched the little boy reminded me of the sparkle he had in his eyes as we watched his and Kagome's sons play Little League in the park last weekend. That sparkle told me how much he really cared. He opened the glass door and shouted, "Achan, don't swing so high. You might fall and hurt yourself. Please be careful."

"Okay, Daddy," the boy yelled back, and he smiled.

"Daddy? You're letting him call you Daddy already?" I looked at him with pitiful eyes. You could see the struggle in his mind just by looking at him.

Inuyasha's smiled disappeared. "What else is he going to call me?" He snapped back.

"How about Inuyasha? You're starting to get attached to him, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am. He's a good kid, Miroku."

"How about finding out if he's yours first? Or is there something you haven't told me."

"Look, Miroku, I wish I knew whether he's really mine or not, but I don't. The problem is, Achan never asked for this shit. He's the real victim in all of this, not me. All he wants is a man in his life. A father figure. So, until I find out the truth, he's my son. After all, he didn't bring himself into the world. He doesn't deserve to be treated any less either."

"That all sounds good. And I'll be sure to vote for you if you run for daddy of the year, but you need to get yourself a paternity test." I couldn't believe he hadn't gotten one already. Letting this kid call him Daddy. He must be out of his mind.

"I know. I was looking up some things on the net. But they're expensive. I don't have any cash to spare right now, and I'm not getting one from the court or worse, on one of those talk shows. You know that's how Kikyou found out her boyfriend wasn't Achan's father? She went on the Two Sides of Every Story show." He cringed at the thought of it. "The last thing I need is my life and misery to be the entertainment of someone else."

"Get the fuck out of here. She went on TV and got caught out there?"

"Yep."

"Wow, talk about degrading yourself in front of millions of people."

"Don't I know it?"

"Speaking of degrading herself, where is his mother? Why are you taking care of him so early in the morning, anyway?"

"She had to work some mandatory overtime, so I had to keep him this morning." Inuyasha sighed. "I'm supposed to take him to her after I drop you at the airport."

"I have to give you some credit, Inuyasha. There's no way I'm getting out of my bed to go across the packed interstate to get him, and then come back across the interstate again and go to the Airport. Hell no."

"I didn't have to go across the interstate to get him. I had him last night too." Inuyasha's voice went low, as if he really didn't want me to her his explanation, but I head every word.

"What?" I was in disbelief. "You're bullshitting me. How'd you get away with that? I know you didn't bring him home with you."

"Are you crazy? No I didn't bring him home with me! I spent the night at Kikyou's house."

"And Kagome didn't say anything?"

"Nope, she thought I was out with you last night. And around three, when Kikyou called talking that mandatory overtime crap, I called and told Kagome I was over here and I was too drunk to drive home. I needed her to pick me up. She wasn't about to get out the bed, get the kids dressed, and come get me. I'm sage as long as I get my ass home before the boys' baseball games at noon."

"Man, you got some drama with you." I laughed.

"It ain't like I want to lie to my woman, Miroku. I just think I would hurt her more if I told her the truth."

(a/n: That reminded me of that one episode when Kagome found Inuyasha with Kikyou the first time, and they were all waiting by the well when Kagome left to her time. Then she came back and heard Inuyasha talking if he could have both her and Kikyou LOL!)

"I hear you, Inuyasha. What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

"Exactly. I'm just afraid of the day she dins out the truth."

"I'm afraid for you because we all know Kagome's temper." I chimed in.

He glanced at his watch. "Look, not to change the subject, but it's getting late. We keep talking like this and we're not going to be able to stop for breakfast, and Achan and I haven't eaten."

"Neither have I." Soon after replying, my stomach started to growl.

"So, you ready to go?" I nodded and he opened the sliding glass door to tell Achan to come inside.

"Why don't you put my bag in the car? I just have to call my wife and let her know I'm on my way to the airport." I pointed at my luggage, but Inuyasha didn't move. "What?" I asked.

"Your one henpecked guy, you know that?" He picked up my bag and headed for the door, followed closely by Achan. "I'll meet you in the car, come on Achan."

I ignored him, reaching for my phone and dialing my home number.

"The number you have dialed is not in service. No further information is available," a recording informed me.

"What the fuck you mean, no further information is available? That's my fucking home phone. Somebody's gonna tell me something." I cursed. I dialed the number again, this time using speed dial. I was hoping I'd made a mistake when I punched in the number.

"The number you have dialed is not in service. No further . . ." This time, I didn't let the recording finish. What the hell was going on? It was impossible that our phone could be disconnected. I have Sango all the household bills to pay right before I left two weeks ago.

I was starting to get a little angry at Sango, but then I cooled down. It was my fault for not putting the bills in the mail in the first place. The frustrating part was that it was only six in the morning on the west coast, and the telephone company wasn't going to be open for another three and a half hours. Sango would probably go crazy if she couldn't contact me before I got on the plane.

"Hey, Miroku?" Inuyasha yelled. "You have a delivery man." I walked outside, still confused over the phone call, to see a uniformed man standing in the drive way.

"Is this 44 Kwan Street?" he asked.

"Yes, it is, but I'm not expecting any pack-"

He looked down at this clipboard and interrupted me. "Does Miroku Yung live here?"

"I'm Miroku Yung."

"Well, then I have some packages for you. Where should I put them?"

"I don't know. Bring them inside," I told him then looked to the sidewalk, where I saw half-dozen large cardboard boxes. As I watched him carry them into the house, I wracked my brain, but couldn't think of any explanation for what could be in these boxes.

I checked the return address on one of the labels: MIROKU YUNG, CASSIS, OGASAWARA

"Hey," I called to the driver, "I didn't send anything to myself."

"Sir, I just bring the boxes to the address on the label," he answered without turning to face me. He was too busy unloading another five boxes from his truck.

After he left, Inuyasha came in the house. He must have strapped Achan in his car seat because the boy wasn't following behind this time.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, just give me one second. I wanna see what's in these boxes." I tore open the first box. My computer equipment was neatly packed in this one. Perhaps Sango was sending some of our stuff ahead so we wouldn't have the truck so loaded down when we made the move from Koyoto. That was smart, I decided, but I was still going to get on her about the phone not being paid. There was a letter taped to one of the boxes. I ripped it off thinking it would read it at the airport since we were starting to run a little late, but something made me open it. My heart nearly stopped when I read the enclosed letter.

Dear Miroku,

If you're reading this, I've packed up all your shit and put it into these boxes, so there's no need for you to get on a plane to come back to Koyoto. And if you do, that's on you, because there's nothing here for you. Me and the kids are gone. I know what's going through that fucked up brain of yours. Why is she doing this to me? But deep down inside, you know exactly why I'm doing this. You need to learn how to treat a woman, Miroku, and stop asking advice from those low-rent friends of yours. I hope you enjoy being back in Tokyo with your friends. The three of you deserve each other. Please don't try and find us, Miroku. We're moving on with our lives. And if you don't understand what that means, let me make it very clear. It's over. I don't love you. I haven't in years. I was just playing along until I could have my freedom.

Your ex-wife, Sango

P.S. I sold the car and took all the money out of the bank, so there is really no need for you to come back.

"Oh, no, not my 'Vette," I mumbled.

(a/n: That's a nice car…)

"Miroku, what's the matter?" I could hear Inuyasha's words, but I couldn't answer as I read the letter again. I think I was in shock. This shit had to be a joke of some kind. "Miroku, what's the matter?" This time Inuyasha was shouting.

I handed him the letter, than ran to the front door. Sango was probably playing a trick on me. She probably flew in this morning and was waiting outside the house to surprise me. Knowing Inuyasha and Kouga, they were probably in on it. But when I looked outside, nobody was there. I pulled out my cell phone out and dialed my home number. I got that stupid recording again and almost threw my phone across the room.

"She can't do this to me, Inuyasha! She can't just up and leave me and take away my kids."

His response was anything but supportive. "I told you she wasn't any good. She's been a gold-digger ever since you met her. And who the hell she thinks she's calling low-rent?"

"No, Inuyasha. It's got to be a mistake. I have to get home. Now! Somebody could have kidnapped her or something."

"Miroku, really? Do you honestly think that a kidnapper would take the time to pack up all your crap and mail it to you? She probably had some other man on the side the whole time. She was just waiting for you to leave so she could make her move."

I wanted to grab him by the head and scream, "Nooooooooo!" but instead I said, "Inuyasha, she's never cheated on me. I'm sure of that. And there is no other man, alright?"

"But-"

"Inuyasha, I don't want to hear it, okay? Just take me to the airport."

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."

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Next time on "My Baby's Daddy"

I pulled out a black nine-millimeter semiautomatic handgun with two fully loaded chips. I could hear voices, distinctly a man's and woman's voice inside. The only thing that was going through my mind was that Sango had a man in my house and I was going to kill her. No, I was going to kill both her and the man.

Who the fuck was he to call my woman "Honey"? I wanted to pull the trigger right then and there, but I didn't because I wanted Sango to see him die.

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Well that was an interesting chapter. I bet you guys are pondering on why innocent Miroku just got dropped kicked by his loving wife Sango. Well in that preview for the next chapter… He doesn't seem so innocent now Lol. Stay tuned to find out! I'll have another chapter up by tonight or next week. It's been a little hectic with school and I haven't been feeling well, so I'm going to try my hardest to put up another chapter for you guys (I promise). If I don't update by the due date that I promise to, I usually end up writing two to three chapters or two fillers. I'm guessing you guys are already seeing that this story is going to be pretty long Lol. Well anyways, as usual guys don't forget to review! Your support keeps me going!

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