Well, it's been FOREVER since I updated this one. Really what happened is my life went insane because of the pandemic and my Sessrin stories became my focus. And I'll be honest seeing the response to the sequel and the ship wars breaking out meant I needed to take a break from the sesskag.
I already ranted on tumblr about how hypocritical a lot of these wars are but I'm not going to again. I will say this though, one of the best things about Rin is that she was a kid at the end of the series, who would hopefully grow up to be her own person. Which is why I made her a bitchy bikini model in the beginning of this story. She's so often portrayed as dainty and sweet and I just needed her to be a bitch.
This chapter is for Itzatakahashi who reminded me that I should still be writing it and Esso1979 aka Blue Bear who has been a huge supporter.
He had no idea what had come over him nor why offered the space in his basement to Kagome. Maybe it was pity. Maybe it was because his father had always wanted grandchildren and had expected Sesshomaru as the eldest to provide the first one. More likely it was because he never would have thrown her out had he known about the pregnancy.
He woke to the sound of his alarm screaming at him. Birds chirped on the trees outside and the bright July sun warmed his bare belly. Rubbing his eyes, he pushed himself out of bed and pulled on his running gear.
Military school had taught him timeliness and discipline. They woke the students with the sun and began drills that included pushups, jumping jacks, sit ups and running for miles, something he still did.
He used the time running across the red rocks and sand to organize his day. Business Tax season was coming. It was his job to approve the taxes after the underlings processed them. They had hired ten accountants to shoulder the extra burden of the businesses who invariably procrastinated forcing his company to file last minute.
Around the fifth mile, his chest began to burn from exertion. He panted, focusing on forcing his legs to keep moving until his Apple watch pinged, letting him know he had reached his seven mile goal. He stalked back to his house, covered in sweat.
Popcorn danced in her belly, waking her from a deep slumber. For the first night in the house, it hadn't been so bad. Izayoi had insisted on sleeping on the floor but Kagome convinced her to join her in the very comfortable full bed. "Where are you going to look for work today?"
"Starbucks," Izayoi said giddily. "I think I have a future as a barista. I won Toga over with a Vanilla Cappuccino. I'll teach you the recipe someday."
Kagome bathed herself in the shower, noticing that each time she circled her belly, the baby inside kicked at her hand. Tears left her eyes. Nostalgic, romantic tears of the days they spent lounging in bed, making love or just talking and sharing their lives. He was almost done with University and they were planning on moving out and supporting themselves.
Taking a deep breath, she left the shower and attempted to dress in the maid's clothing. "They were not thinking about pregnant women when they made this," she groaned out, dancing in circles, trying to close the black dress. "Dammit," she whispered, frustrated, letting it fall around her ankles.
She settled on black leggings and an oversized black T-shirt and then tied the white apron around her. She studied herself in the mirror. Although she had slept well on a full stomach, she was still a wreck.
Nothing remained of the guest house that she had once lived in. She would have to wait for her first paycheck to buy proper attire.
Kagome waddled up the stairs and headed for the kitchen. It was six forty five. She needed to get Sesshomaru's office "ready". Whatever "ready" meant. She slid into the kitchen, grabbing a croissant from the cook and a hot cup of coffee. She packed them in quickly and then flagged down Meg, the head maid. "What do I do? He said his office should be ready?"
"Come with me," Meg answered coolly, walking quickly. "New income documents come in overnight. You take the faxes from the machine and separate them by business name and order in which they are received. Most of what he does is online, but some companies are still learning that email exists."
"Okay," she said holding the papers, struggling to keep up with Meg.
"After that is done, he likes his coffee black, no sugar. He takes a protein shake in the morning, twelve ounces and Gatorade to recover from running. He arrives promptly at six fifty-five, so if I were you, I would hurry."
"That's it?"
"After that meet me in the kitchen for further instruction."
"Okay," she said, rummaging through the papers, separating them and then stapling them together by business name. She glanced at the clock, discovering she only hand seven minutes to spare. Great…
She was in the middle of separating the last income forms when Sesshomaru came through the door, dressed in slacks and a white button down shirt, with his long silver hair tied back in a pretentious braid. He approached her slowly, picking up the tax returns. "You stapled them?"
"Was I not supposed to?"
"Did Meg tell you to?"
She mulled over that for a minute, feeling the seconds inch by like molasses. "No. Just separate them."
"Exactly, separate. Take the staples out and copy them. I can't fax forms back that have staples in them."
"I didn't know—"
"Of course you didn't. Coffee? Smoothie?"
"Right," she said, shaking nervously and running for the door, until she felt a hand on top of hers.
"Calm down. I'm not going to kick you out for making an error on the first day."
She gazed at him, searching his eyes, feeling heat from his palm. She slid her hand out from under his, letting him open the door. "Do you have a favorite flavor?"
"Sadly my favorite doesn't work for the professional world. Blueberry. Gets stuck in my teeth."
"I bet I can make one that won't."
"And what's the wager?"
"A job for Izayoi."
"You really are pushing your luck."
Kagome held her hand out proudly. "I make a smoothy that doesn't get stuck in your teeth and you find a sensible job for Izayoi."
"Well one of my partners is looking for decent cleaning help. You have a deal." They pressed palms sealing the deal. "Why are you dressed like that?"
"My stomach doesn't fit in your black dresses."
"I'll have Meg find you something less trashy." Then he shut the door behind her. She resolved to do her best, unsure of the future.
Please review! I won't be updating regularly. I just finished the Disease and am the process of finishing Fire and Ice. If you like AU Sessrin this one is amazing. Sesshomaru is a paraplegic ex Olympic Gymnast trying to find his way after breaking his back four years before. Rin is an Olympic Figure skater, newly graduated PhD and his physical therapist.
Once those two are done, this story will probably get more attention. I want to keep it short, 10-15 chapters only...I hope...
Nightbird755: I know right? Like seriously dude, thank you for not being a jerk anymore.
Itzatakahashi: I wrote this just for you! I am sooooo over the ship wars on tumblrs. I just got soo turned for a while from people who ship sesskag because of all the name calling, it took me a bit to come back and realize I like this story too.
Camla: Thank you so much! I hope you keep reading!
Esso1979: I updated! We'll see if we get to some um...pregnant fingering. This is rated T...if we do some smoots it's gonna be on AO3.
Nena Taisho: He was an evil ass in the series too...like I know we all love the demon, but he was an evil jerk and stayed that way for quite a while and was ambivalent at the end.
