Thank you to those who reviewed. This is my first Sess/Kag. I'm actually more of a Sess/Rin lover but I wanted to try something new and see what the Sess/Kag is like.

If you didn't notice my story the Disease was voted best Angst on Tumbrl feudal connection. I am sooo proud!

The goal of this story is that each chapter will be around 1,000 words. The story is inspired by the book of Ruth in the bible, without religion and because why not?

Chapter Two:

"I haven't even told my mom," she sank down on the couch with Izayoi. "She…she doesn't have any money. They can't even put Sota through college. He's taking out student loans and working as a waiter at night."

"How far along are you?" Izayoi asked her, holding Kagome's hands in her own.

"Fifteen weeks. I'm…" she touched her stomach. "Is it showing?"

"If you know where to look," Izayoi winked.

The door slammed open, Sesshomaru came in with his bikini model girlfriend. "You haven't left?" He gave them a sidelong glance that said they were in his way. "We'll turn this into our fun-house. It will be perfect," and he rambled off details about how he would knock one wall out and then another and replace them with fancy decorations that bespoke of his inheritance.

"Let's go," Kagome took Izayoi's hand.

"I hope you know the furniture belongs to me," Sesshomaru followed them out the door. "Everything in that house was bought with my father's money."

"You are so evil," Kagome turned on him.

"I prefer pragmatic." He pushed past her, nearly knocking her over.

"How can he not care that his father is dead?" Kagome ran after Izayoi.

"They were never close," Izayoi whispered as they made their way out of the house to the cars before Izayoi stopped. "The cars," she bit her bottom lip.

"He paid for the cars," Kagome exhaled heavily.

"And the phones," Sesshomaru held his hand out for them.

"You know this is not what your father would have wanted!" Izayoi chastised him.

"Yet it's so hard to know what someone wanted when he never wanted you in his presence."

"That's not fair Sesshomaru," Izayoi spoke with her back turned from him. "He sent you away for—"

"For my own good? Are you going to repeat the story? Let me see if I remember it. I was twelve, I had just gotten kicked out of school and you two sat me down and told me that I was being sent away to Military school, because it would benefit me, it would make me stronger. What you really meant was I was out of control and neither one of you wanted to take responsibility for me. Tell me Izayoi," he leaned against the red-sandstone entrance to what used to be their home. "How does it feel to be kicked out of your own home?"

"I hate you," Kagome sneered at him as she took Izayoi's hand. "You could at least let us call an Uber."

Her pink screened phone was passed over her shoulder. "You'll owe me for the cost of the trip."

His father's office had always been off-limits as a child. Games of tag or hide and seek that led to this room always ended in being sent out and he was left to ponder why his father gave up his position rather than keep his confidence. He glared at the red puckered leather that overlooked the pool while sucking on a glass of bourbon on the rocks. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. He had meant to dethrone his father from his position by buying out his partners with charisma. Three of them were already in his back pocket and instead a drunk driver T-boned their car, taking Toga first and then Inuyasha.

Air fled his lungs as he breathed out heavily and closed his eyes, letting the burn of bourbon hide the tears that itched at the sides of his eyes. It didn't matter now. Nothing did. He had the house, the cars and the business. Because Toga had been so stupidly convinced he was invincible, he had everything.

Weeks passed and Kagome was turned down from position after position. It turned out that after that sixteen week marker, a lovely pooch formed in the middle of her stomach that pretty much flagged the world that she was pregnant. She had one short conversation with her mother who offered her sympathies and a place to stay but she couldn't bring herself to abandon her mother-in-law, or return to the one-bedroom home where her mother lived with her brother and her grandfather. They barely had enough to eat in that house.

The first week they stayed in a cheap motel. Neither one of them had enough money to put up for an apartment. Izayoi was close to sixty and being the wife of one of the highest paid Accountants in the city meant that she had lived in the lap of luxury and had no marketable job skills.

"Did you ever see the movie 'The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind'?" Kagome asked as they stirred the last of the oatmeal in the pot. "A drought takes over their village and they are forced to eat only one meal a day to survive."

"You can't skip meals, Kagome," Izayoi shook her head, giving the girl half her bowl of oat meal. "Your baby needs food."

"Why is finding a job so hard?"

"Did you apply for benefits?"

Kagome nodded, "we have to have somewhere to live first. I don't have proof of address."

"You need to go home," Izayoi urged her again as she sat back against the wall of their one bed motel room. The lights flickered on and off, the carpet was shaggy and unkempt and all Kagome wanted was to lay down in her bed, in Inuyasha's arms again.

"We never had enough food either. Grandpa got social security and momma, she worked as a house cleaner but she never made enough money. There were days Sota and I would skip meals just so she wouldn't have to work so hard. I started babysitting at thirteen to survive. What if we went to him? I could ask him to let me work."

"I won't beg," Izayoi said proudly. "How much do we have left?"

"A hundred dollars," Kagome said quietly. "Enough for groceries next week."

"Kagome," Izayoi covered her daughter in laws hands with her own. "Go home."

"To what? There's nothing left for me there. I'll go back and ask him for work," Kagome said, ignoring the swirl of color in front of her eyes. She hadn't told Izayoi but skipping meals was exactly what she had been doing to make food last longer.

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