Language

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, her lips twitching as she fought the giggle attempting to escape. Her hands were folded demurely in her lap but they itched to take the child from him, just to save him from the look of utter uncertainty on his face.

He must have sensed it, or at the very least heard the beginnings of her laughter but he glanced at her, narrowed his eyes and pulled the child closer, before focusing on it again.

The baby was only three, or at least, only looked three. With youkai aging Kagome wasn't entirely sure how old the girl he held actually was. The cooing toddler had her mother's dark brown hair and her father's lively citrine eyes and, it seemed, her grandfather's playful attitude. In her tiny fists she clutched Sesshoumaru's hair and was tugging on it valiantly, even as she gummed it expertly, drool slipping over her lips and coating more of his hair.

Across the room, Inuyasha looked at his brother and daughter, and smirked evilly. "Serves ya right, you evil bastard!" he called, before he focused again on the video game he was racing in with Souta and Shippou.

Three indignant screeches of female outrage filled the room before the brash hanyou received two slaps to the back of the head and a slipper to the side of the head. "Language, Inuyasha," Kikyo said demurely as she tossed Kagome her slipper.

All the while, Sesshoumaru held small Genia and he pulled her closer as he smirked at his half-brother. Leaning down, he whispered into the child's ear, "And that is why females are alpha in our pack."

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