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Sango sat up, using her hand and a cloth to wipe away the sweat that had formed on her brow. It was a nice day, and she was outside, picking some beautiful flowers for the innkeeper. The innkeeper had been so nice to let them stay, especially with Inuyasha there. No offence to him, Sango thought, but he can certainly be a pain sometimes. A movement in her large belly suddenly distracted her thoughts from Inuyasha. I'm going to have my baby soon… The thought scared her. She shook her head, trying to shake off the troubling feelings. We haven't really even discussed a name for the baby. Basic ideas had come up, but… Oh, Sango. What are you doing to yourself? Sango paused, with a light smile. You don't know what the baby will be. Of course it'll be hard to discuss a name!
Smiling scornfully, Sango struggled to stand up fully. It had been a struggle for a long time now. She wrapped her hand around the handle of the basket of flowers, Sango started towards the inn. The flower garden wasn't too far away, and she could tell Miroku certainly wanted a little break. He may not have said it, but she knew.
Sango stared up at the brilliant blue sky. It was a beautiful day. Closing her eyes, she felt the wind surrounding her, lifting the stands of her hair, trying to carry them away. The sun warmed her skin. It was nice. And Sango smiled.
Her smile faded though, when a sudden twinge inside of her made her pace come to a halt. Eyes widening, she looked down at her stomach. Was this it? Was this what Kagome had talked about when she mention Sango's water breaking? So many thoughts rushed through Sango's head, bouncing off of every direction. Lately, she had been feeling so many 'contractions' as Kagome had called them. They had different terminology in this Era. Placing her hand on her pregnant belly, Sango looked up, her amber eyes blurring with the light sting of tears. She could only think of one thing to do, one thing to say. One thing would make it all better.
"Miroku!"
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Miroku was sitting when he heard the sudden cry, and he was instantly on his feet, bolting out of the door. He looked down the path, seeing Sango on her knees, a toppled over basket with flowers strewn everywhere next to her. She looked shocked. Miroku sprinted to her, fast as his human legs would carry him. He came to a sliding kneel next to her, placing his left hand on her shoulder.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
Sango was breathing a bit deep, panic-stricken. Who wouldn't be at this point? She lifted her eyes to catch onto his, holding them steady. "Miroku, I think I'm about to have the baby…"
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Many hours passed, in which Miroku stayed with Sango through her labor pains. Miroku held onto her hand, his other on her shoulder, supporting her, telling her she could do it. It was almost done, according to the priestess that was in the room, helping deliver the child.
"Almost done, Sango." Miroku brought her hand to his lips, kissing it softly. Sango offered as light a smile as she dared. She was actually very moody from this. Who wouldn't be? It was painful, and not to mention had lasted several hours.
Finally, there was a sudden burst of tears, as the priestess pulled up a small child. Sango laid back in relief. Oh, it would be wonderful to fall asleep and actually relax for once. It was done. No more morning sickness, no more backache, no more waddling! Sango smiled to that. A worry had abruptly come over her though, as she sat back up, looking over to the middle aged priestess. She had just dunked her new baby in a bowl of water, remaining silent. Glancing at Miroku, who had his eyes set upon the baby in the priestess's arms, that he was just as anxious to hear what would be said as she was.
After what seemed like ages, the priestess turned around, holding the newborn in a soft blanket. "Congratulations," she said to the two, "a healthy little girl."
In unison, they released a sigh of relief. The priestess brought over the baby, handing her to Sango, who leaned back, looking down onto the girl. Miroku smiled, leaning over Sango's shoulder to view the child as well. There was a long silent moment, where they both just sat in amazement. It was Miroku who broke the silence.
"She's so tiny…" he said, softly. The baby was still making small noises, almost like a cry. Sango nodded, letting her smile grow.
"But she's so beautiful… What will we call her?"
Miroku sat up a little, looking onto her. "Well… I'm not sure… We had the one name…"
"Araya?" Sango offered. Miroku gave a nod, but paused. "I don't know though… She doesn't really look like an Araya…" Sango nodded. "I know…"
Again, there was a soft, quiet moment between the two. Miroku was staring up at the ceiling and Sango at her new baby girl. She couldn't believe it, honestly. After nine months of making, she was holding her baby. Her and Miroku's baby, which made it even better.
"What about Sekeyo?" suggested Miroku. Sango paused. She glanced at him briefly, then back down.
"Sekeyo… I like it… Sekeyo… It's perfect for her." Sango lifted one of her hands, supporting the baby in the other. Carefully, she lifted the baby's hand, looking at her little fingers. Miroku once more came up leaning his head on Sango's shoulder. "Our daughter, Sekeyo. I love you Sango…"
Sango giggled lightly, placing a light kiss on Miroku's cheek.
"You must be tired," he said. "Why don't you rest?"
Sango looked down, concerned about the little one. "But what about—"
"I'll take care of her. Rest, my love." Miroku slowly lifted Sekeyo from Sango's arms as she relaxed, nodding with a smile. Miroku looked down to the girl, with a light smile. Life would be a little different now, but he wouldn't mind. Look at you, he thought, you're gonna be the most beautiful little girl in the world... and all the guys will want to love you. They gotta get through Daddy first, don't they, Sekeyo? Miroku chuckled at the thought. Daddy... Slowly, he brought the girl up as he leaned down, kissing her on the forehead. Miroku then glanced over at the almost asleep Sango, flashing her a smile as he stepped out of the room, into the hallway. To Sango, that was the most beautiful image to fall asleep to, with a content smile on her face.
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A/N: Well, as you can tell, there's the introduction of Sekeyo. It was so hard deciding what to give the two! Name and gender... Big thanks to Jessie for helping me out with that!! I couldn't have decided without her!