AN: Fweee! I updated-strikes victory pose and smiles shyly- being that I got lovely reviews and one demanding for me to update I figured I would do the next chapter since I'm home sick with the flu and since I just remembered this story. By the way, if you all see I'm taking too long in updating there are chances that I just forgot so feel free to e-mail me and remind me ; Anyways, thank you for the reviews and on with the fic!

Chapter 2 – Unexpected Delay

The couple dismounted and slowly walked into the small house their friends had given them as a wedding gift. All the time of knowing their friends would have not prepared them to what they saw when they opened the door. White and melon flowers were arranged around the small hut with petals guiding them to the main room where a king-sized post bed rested in the middle of the floor, obviously a gift from Kagome. Petals of different flowers spelled out some words over the white and melon hued bed spreads. Candles were around the bed and there were some other messages about other hidden things they would have to find.

Sango laughed as she read the message on the bed and a rosy hue hit her cheeks. She was sure her best friend had written that and would be laughing that instant. She looked around to see if he was looking and found him preoccupied inspecting a white box which was supposed to keep things cold for a day if you put something cold in it. She smirked and let herself fall on the mattress, spreading those petals around so her husband couldn't see what it had said. She couldn't help but let out a nervous giggle when he raised an eyebrow at her.

"My dear Sango, if you were that intent into getting through those activities you could have just told me and I would have happily complied, you know how I am only here to serve." He spoke with a mischievous grin making her cheeks turn from a rosy pink into a dark crimson, making him laugh at her cute innocence.

She smiled softly and rose herself to be on her knees so she could grab the collar of his own kimono and pull him to her, bringing her lips to his while blushing furiously at the thought of her taking command, but she wasn't going to let him have all the fun was she? She smiled against his lips when he groaned lightly at her nibbling on his bottom lip for entrance, knowing he would be surprised at her boldness.

Miroku couldn't help but widen his eyes at her pulling his shirt lightly and deepening the kiss. He didn't know when she had turned so bold yet he wasn't about to complain about it, it just meant there was a new side to his Sango he needed to explore, and he would have a great time exploring it, that's for sure.

Sango started edging backwards, indicating with a small tug to Miroku's shirt that she wanted him to follow her, request which he couldn't deny, nearing her eagerly until he was above her, his lips an inch or less from her own, being able to feel her breath on him and having to steady himself before he lost strength on his arms and fell on her. He, of course, wouldn't want that to happen to her.

He smiled at her as he let his hands wonder down her side to her thigh and slowly crawl back to her shoulders where he pushed the fabric of the kimono aside softly so her shoulders and top of her chest was visible. He was going to take it slow for he wanted her to enjoy it as well, unlike her it wasn't his first time and he wanted her to enjoy it as much as she could, being that it should be special.

As he moved the kimono he smiled and nuzzled her neck playfully, making her laugh and swat at him playfully before she pulled him into a chaste kiss. He smiled softly as he began trailing kisses down her neck to reach her shoulders, which he believed were one of the sexiest features in the female body. She had several battle scars yet he cared not, she was perfect in his eyes and no one would change that.

She couldn't believe she was going to do that, and best of all, it was with the man she was wildly in love with. Life couldn't get any better, yet she spoke too fast, a small knock coming from the door. Miroku groaned as he got up and pecked her sweetly on the lips, rearranging his clothing so it didn't look to obvious to what they were about to begin.

He opened the door, annoyed at whoever had interrupted him until he caught sight of a small human child who was in a small amount of words, filthy, probably because of travel. The child, being no more than five years of age looked up at Miroku with violet hued orbs that looked much like Miroku's but different in a sense. He was exhausted and the houshi could barely catch him as the boy almost fell in exhaustion.

Sango looked out of the room and her eyes went wide as she saw the boy, her motherly instincts kicking in.

"I thought Kagome said you had to do it first and then the Stork came, and by what I heard they were supposed to be newborn babies not five year olds." She said, still slightly shocked as she ran to one of the back rooms and found a bucket with water. She grabbed a piece of cloth and a bowl and hurried back to the boy, cleaning his face from all the filth as she Miroku paced in front of them both, trying to figure out what was going on.

Hours later the child woke up, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he shook his head, brown hair being cropped short. He looked at Miroku and one would swear they saw joy in his eyes as he latched himself to Miroku's eyes. Miroku, being one that was sweet to children raised an eyebrow and tried to pry him off his leg so he could have a talk with him.

"Your name is Miroku right? And you are a Monk right?" He asked happily as he jumped up and down, his previous exhaustion forgotten as he looked at the older male, waiting for a response.

"Yes, that's my name and yes, I'm a monk. But the question is who are you?" He asked curiously, not sure where the boy had popped from.

"I'm sorry! My name is Kazuo. I'm uhm… uhm… You're my dad." He said the last shyly, stuttering and looking at the ground shyly.

Miroku and Sango looked at each other and shook their heads simultaneously, looking back to the child and awaiting an explanation.

"I do not know who my mother is. I can't remember anything from five days ago on. The old man that has taken care of me said I appeared in the village the day of a large storm. I can remember you though!" He said excitedly, making Sango stare wide-eyed at Miroku and then at the child, recognizing some of the traits as she slowly got up and went to the room, closing the door after her and small broken sobs following her departure.

Miroku put his hand on his temple and shook his head. That wasn't possible. He had only done it once before and it was more than five years ago. He shook his head and patted the boy, leaning so he was at eye level with him.

"Where do you come from? What village did you appear in?" He asked determined, receiving the name of a village they had helped not so long ago. He sighed softly as he made up his mind and told the child to wait there while he went to talk to his presently, heart broken wife.

"Sango dear, can I talk to you?" He said while opening the door, barely missing a vase that was chunked at him. Somehow he missed the boomerang more since when he was hit with that one she was just mad and not sobbing.

He sighed softly as he threw his hands ups in a sign of piece and yielding.

"I don't know anything about this honey. You knew before we got married that this wasn't my first time and you said it was fine. I have never lied to you before and I have no idea where that child came from! Just look at him! If I had had a child with Akina he would be much older than that. Come on Sango, listen to me." Sango turned to him, detecting the truth in his words as she walked to him and hugged him, still crying, desperate to know what was going on.

"Remember the village we helped about a month ago? I have to go back there, it seems that's where he comes from" He said softly, expecting to end up severely hurt after the conversation.

"That you have to go where? But it's our honeymoon!" She couldn't help but sounding selfish as she hit him lightly in the chest with the heel of her hand, yet conscious that it hadn't hurt him at all.

"I have to go Sango, you know I can't just ignore this. You know me better than that." He said softly and then cringed lightly at the determination she looked at him with. That could only mean one thing.

"I'm coming with you Miroku." It was a simple statement yet he knew he couldn't change her decision.

Preview for next chapter:

"Wait, can you say that again? I just heard that you said he appeared there and we all know that is plain silly." She said with a smile, knowing that he couldn't have appeared there for that could only mean one thing…

AN-cackles- I wrote four pages-does a happy dance- A long chapter to apologize for my lack of updating ;