A/N: Prompts: "I'm pregnant." -and- Forehead kisses
For "Revving," the best reviewer of all time.
"I'm pregnant," Kagome said, wiping tears from her eyes, and Sesshomaru wanted to cry, too.
He wanted to cry because they'd been trying for six years, four months, and twenty-seven days. He wanted to cry because he knew how much it hurt her when she'd taken each test in the privacy of their bathroom, only for it to turn up negative. He wanted to cry because he'd heard her crying, hidden away in their coat closet where she thought he couldn't hear her after the doctor had broken the news that Kagome may never be able to conceive. She only had one functional ovary and her endometriosis meant a fertilized egg would have difficulty latching onto her uterine walls. It was not impossible, the doctor had said, but it would be difficult, and Kagome had taken months to recover from the depression the doctor's revelation had brought.
But most of all, he wanted to cry because Kagome would be an amazing mother and he'd wanted to build a family with her as much as she'd wanted it and finally, finally after six years, four months, and twenty-seven days, that dream was a reality.
He picked her off of the counter, uncaring of how her tears soaked his crisp suit jacket.
The morning's meeting could wait.
The woman who held his heart could not.
He placed her on their bed, tucking the blankets around her as he kissed her forehead, delighting in the way she clung to him.
"While this news brings me great delight, Kagome," he rumbled, curling his body around hers to tuck her against his larger form, "never forget that it is you—and not a child—who is my great treasure."
And this time, she cried again, staring up at him with glossy eyes but these tears, he knew, were happy ones.