Disclaimer: Inuyasha doesn't belong to me
Genre: Romance
Characters: Miroku, Sango
Post-Canon
Miroku sighed deeply. He was exhausted. This trip had been a long one, three days each way for an exorcism he could have done on his own in about five seconds. Not that his unwitting clients needed to know that; Inuyasha called him immoral, but he begged to differ. Pretending he needed help meant that his friend got paid as well, not to mention he had a pregnant wife to feed. Speaking of said wife, Miroku pushed aside the bamboo mat door of their hut.
"I'm home!"
Sango jumped at the sudden noise, but she smiled when she saw him. Seeing that she was attempting to stand, Miroku quickly knelt before she could get any further.
"Welcome back." She murmured, greeting him with a tender kiss that lasted more than a few minutes. As much as Miroku hated being away from her, he highly enjoyed their reunions. His hands rested gently on either side of Sango's swollen tummy and rubbed soothingly. He wasn't an expert and certainly wasn't about to ask, but Sango's stomach seemed abnormally large to him. She looked ready to give birth any day now when she still had a month or two to go.
"What were you looking at, my love?" He asked curiously.
Sango blushed. Shyly, she presented him with her slayer's armor. She lightly touched the worn fabric.
"I was just thinking that I'll probably never be able to wear this again." Her voice was soft, her tone bittersweet.
She didn't need to say any more. He understood. He'd wanted this life for so long, peaceful and quiet that sometimes it didn't feel real. And, although he'd immediately felt guilty afterwards, he'd occasionally admitted to himself that he missed the thrill of their adventurous travels. But those moments were fleeting. He was having a child with the love of his life, he wasn't about to start complaining.
"If it's all the same to you, I'd prefer you never have to." He teased. Her lips twitched in a half-hearted smile and he knew he hadn't quite hit the mark. Surely, she wasn't feeling self-conscious about her size? She was pregnant for heaven's sake! Perhaps…Cupping her cheek, he looked into her deep brown eyes.
"You are still every inch the warrior you've always been." He said, "No matter your age or how your glorious body may change, you are the same fiery woman that never backs down from a challenge. It's just that those challenges are a little different from slaying demons."
Sango nodded, offering him a wavering smile. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
Either his guess had been correct this time, or her hormones were acting up again. In any case, Miroku figured that dinner would be a wise idea right about now.
