Poor little story...cuddles it It's very lonely.

Thanks to my three reviewers, it means a lot. And I'll reformat the first chapter so it's more accessible soon.

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3- Double Solitaire

"When it comes to the subject of me, I am truly and utterly incapable of believing anything you say." - Kill Bill 2

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"No."

'This is bullshit!"

"You're right, it is bullshit!"

That was the part when she looked like she might want to pick up the lamp and throw it at me.

"There's another way, Miroku! There's always another way! You go down there, you lose, and it's over!"

"And if I don't go down there? What do you expect me to do then? Keel over in the middle of telling you to push?"

"I thought it wasn't so much keeling over as exploding into a void of nothingness."

"Oh, thanks so much for the reminder, Sango."

I hated fighting with her. I'd always hated it. It was even worse to fight with her about this, the one thing that neither of us could ever get over, the very reason why I hadn't wanted her to get pregnant in the first place. So much for that.

"Well maybe you need the reminder so you can remember why this is a STUPID idea!"

"Then what else do you want me to do, Sango?"

"Be reasonable!"

"I am being reasonable!"

"You're being selfish and foolhardy! You're going to go down there, waste our money, and you're not even going to get what you need!"

"It's the only thing I need, Sango! It's the only thing I really have to have!"

"More than you need me?" She opted not to throw the lamp, but she did start throwing books; we were separated by the bed, our wonderful, inviting, comforting bed, and I ducked as she aimed each one at my head. "Is that what you're trying to say?"

"That's not-"

"You're going to go down there and play cards and sleep with anything you can find!"

"SANGO!"

"Now that I'm as big as a house what you REALLY need is a good whore to treat you right for an evening, not ask you to rub her feet and get her groceries because she-"

"SANGO I WANT TO GO TO PLAY CARDS AND SAVE MY LIFE!"

Super/System, my favorite poker strategy guide, proceeded to bounce off my forehead, and she didn't even apologize as I doubled over.

"SHIT, Sango!"

"If you want to go gamble your life and our future on this, then fine. Go do it. See if I care, and see if our baby ever gets a chance to know its father."

And then she walked out of the room.

I know she was crying.

I've been with Sango long enough to know the moment when that tough girl breaks down.

And if she had gotten out of her terrible mindset, the one that thinks it knows me better than I know myself, the one that's convinced I'll be sleeping with anything that has nice breasts and betting on the new crib we just bought, she would have known that I was crying too.