I want to know what love is; I want you to show me.
"Do you love me?" She asked, tilting her head to the side,
"You are my mate," He said as if that alone meant it,
"Then show me you love me."
He rose an eyebrow, "Here?" He asked, ready the throw the paper on the floor to take her.
"No, Sesshoamru, show me you love me by doing something for me."
"What is it, you wish?"
She didn't wish it, but she needed to know he wasn't in it for her power.
"Do not get me pregnant for a year."
His pen broke in his hand.
