His nose twitched as the women worked in the kitchen, the scents of the human food somehow enticing. The meal was almost done and his brother and the children were setting the table as the three women, Kikyo taking orders easily in the unfamiliar space, wrapped up the last remaining parts of the meal.
What was more though was the scent of the miko. Even over the strong spices and the heat, the smell of chocolate and mint came to him, drew the entirety of his concentration to her. However, even worse, he could sense their child growing within her and even now, it was developing its own scent, making hers even more alluring. Blaming it on the child, he pushed the ridiculous thoughts aside and stood.
He looked at his father and was not pleased to note that he was following the Higurashi mother as carefully as Sesshoumaru himself had been following the daughter. He did not care that she was human, that his father was interested. What mattered was that the entire situation was already too complicated. Anything else in the mix would just make it worse. Except that he had not seen his father look at another person like that since he had lost Inuyasha's mother, Izayoi.
Sighing, he pushed those thoughts away as well and was about to turn to go wait for the meal to be served at the table, when the miko was suddenly before him. She pushed a hot pot of rice towards him and left with little choice, he took it, leveling her with a stare. "What is this?" he demanded, hefting it.
Kagome grinned and turned back around. "Dinner. Go put it on the table before you burn yourself!"
And then she was back in the midst of the women, out of range for another glare. Sighing and feeling well put upon, he moved to the dining room, muttering all the way. He did not notice the kit until it was too late and before he could grab the red mop that was his head, the child was off to the kitchen. "Kagome, what's a foolish onna?"
His eye twitched as he heard the girl answer and the kit explain and he wondered, not for the first time, why he had agreed to this, even as he prepared himself for the remainder of a long night.
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