A SNIPPET INTO THE MAMAKAG LIFE

A/N: Less than 500 words


"How did ya know?"
Kagome wiped her brow with a sweaty hand and brought her basket of radishes tighter to her hip, "Know what, little bird?"

The young boy twirled a dandelion in his smaller clawed hand, "That you were gonna marry Papa."

His mother's lips split into a half moon smile, "I loved him."

"You love me." The four year old reasoned, foraging for more weeds to collect.

"It's a different type of love," she elaborated, bending down again to pluck another root from the soil.

"I love ba-chan." His hoarse voice carried on the wind, and Kagome twisted to keep her eye on him. He had disappeared into the tall stems of the meadow and all she could make out were his snowy white ears as they twitched peacefully.

She smirked, "Yes, we all love Kaede-baa-san."

"I think I'm going to marry ba-chan," the little boy decided, straightening and distractedly continued picking at the weeds, dropping them all in his tiny wicker basket.

Kagome covered her mouth to stifle a chuckle, "And why is that?"

"Well I can't marry you, mama."

"Oh?"

"Yah, papa woul get real angry and then you'd sit him."

"True, true," she nodded her head in understanding, digging her fingers into the dirt to unlatch a stubborn root.

"And ba-chan makes really yummy noodos stew," the child continued, engrossed in throwing a few interesting looking rocks into his basket.

"That she does."

"And kisses my booboos."

"Oh yes." Kagome looked at her collection of radishes and decided they could start moving back home. She shuffled up the hillside and softly held the side of her son's head as he leaned it against her red pant leg.

"Don't you think Jun might get a little jealous though?"

His thick black eyebrows crushed together in confusion, mulling over his mother's question about the wolf clan's youngest member.

"I guess I can marry her too."

Kagome giggled and patted his rump when they reached the top of the hill.

"But she hasta learn how to make noodos."