A/N: Prompt: Dad!Sesshomaru, requested by Ladygoshawk.
"Sesshomaru!"
He sighed as he stopped and waited for his wife to catch up to him, already knowing what she wanted.
"You did it again," she accused, pointing her finger at him. "We agreed to wait and you went and did it anyway!"
His expression was blank as he met her heated gaze. "I am unaware of what you are speaking of, Kagome."
"Oh, please." She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Like the sword and armor just appeared out of nowhere! Takahiro and Hiroki have been begging for weeks for their own and you know it. We sat down and discussed it and agreed they were too young—and they are, Sesshomaru! They're five!" She stomped her foot. "That is way too young to be playing with weapons."
"I do not recall agreeing to anything," he replied smoothly. "As I recall, you had the discussion all on your own and I was merely present for it. Besides, my father provided me with my first place when I was still learning to walk."
"That's not the point." She groaned. "You can't keep rationalizing this, Sesshomaru. Before the swords and armor, they begged general dolls to play with and before that, they begged for those obnoxious noisemakers and you went and got them both. And those expensive matching kimono, too!" She threw her hands up in the air. "You have got to stop spoilingthem."
He considered her words carefully, suspecting that they would have this argument more and more often as their children grew older. "No," he said with a note of finality. No, he would not agree to that.
He wanted the best for his children. As a young boy, his father had often been away and his mother had been strict. All of his toys and games had revolved around his responsibilities and he was not allowed any luxuries.
His children would not be left wanting. They would be provided for, coddled by their mother and provided for by their father. They would never wish for something only to be told no because it served no practical purpose.
His fortune was his to spend and, for him, there was nothing more worthy to spend it on than his own mate and children.
He had no other way to demonstrate his affection for him. Open affection came to Kagome easily but he feared it was more difficult for him and that his sons might find him lacking.
Kagome's face softened and, as she often did, she saw more than he intended her to. "Sesshomaru," she said gently, putting a hand on his arm. "They know you love them. And they love you." She took a deep breath as he struggled to accept her words. Kagome always saw the best in everything, after all. "I'm not saying not to buy things, either. But just... let's talk about it first, okay? We're a team and we balance each other well."
He mulled over her words but the pleading look on her face was his undoing. If it would make her happy, he would discuss his purchases before he made them—and then he would purchase them after her need to be included had been satisfied. "Very well."
She brightened. "Alright, alright. Since you already went and got the swords and all for them, you might as well show them how to use it before they break a vase or something. It's all they've been asking about all morning. They want to be as strong and brave as you are, Sesshomaru."
His expression softened at that, secretly pleased that his children were so eager. Perhaps Kagome was right, he reflected, and they did love him as much as they so obviously adored their mother. "I'll go at once." He stood up from his desk, his missive unfinished, and left the study as Kagome chuckled.
He was tackled by his sons as soon as he entered their nursery. Their armor had been donned haphazardly and he chuckled at the picture before him before he dutifully helped them properly wear the armor.
He spent the rest of the morning gently correcting their form, careful to celebrate with them every time they stopped and posed, waiting for praise.
Kagome, lingering in the doorway, was beaming ear to ear with as much pride as he felt.