A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back with one of those author's notes again. Well this story is almost finished. There will be chapter 29 and a epilogue, so all in all there's 30 chapters total. Thank you to all my reviewers, you have made posting and writing enjoyable for me. Hang tight! We're almost there.

Someone Out There
Chapter Twenty Eight: Acceptance

"What are you talking about?" asked Miroku exasperatedly. His hands flew up the air in confusion, then grabbing Sandy's shoulder and shaking them until some answer spilled out. Sandy shoved him away and ran his hand over his buzz cut. "It's true, Sango's dad loves that guy and would want more than anything for Sango to marry him." lied Sandy.

Sandy felt uneasy lying like this, especially since it was not completely true. Sure her dad likes the guy, but marriage was a long days away of a question. Still, this was going much too slow for Sandy's liking. It's been a month since they first met again, and they're still on friends-status. Even Sandy had a bigger chance of marrying Sango than Miroku, and that was just plain wrong in twenty different levels.

Miroku sucked in a breath and started pacing around Sandy's apartment. David was away at a school board meeting so it was only Sandy at home with Miroku visiting. "Why are you so worked up?" asked Sandy helpfully. This was the little shove that's needed, he decided to himself. Miroku sat down on the recliner and shrugged, running his hand through his tousled hair. He fidgeted with the buttons on his blue dress shirt. He was so unnerving that he was twiddling with anything in sight. From playing with his diamond stud earring to the collar of his dress shirt to the laces on his shoe.

"I like her a lot. And the fact that Tommy is my son makes me want to be with her so much more NOT because I feel obliged. God, no. I love her, it just feels so special that me and her actually made something together and URGH I don't know!" he exclaimed, his face going from surprised, to happy, to ecstatic to twisting with frustration.

"You are so cute when you're like that you know?" said Sandy softly. "Better not let David hear that," frowned Miroku, still worried from this situation. "He's not here anyways," waved off Sandy.

"I should do something," said Miroku slowly. "That would help," muttered Sandy sarcastically. He got up and started looking through the mail. David's school board letters, David's magazine, his Cosmopolitan magazine, David's GQ, electricity bill…damn. Sandy felt something poke him in the arm. "Huh?"

Miroku looked at him with a pained look, "Look man, I'm going through a crisis here and you're going through your mail! Not cool, not cool…" he frowned. "Okay, Fine, so what are YOU going to do about it? Time is against ya man, what's on your mind? Ideas?" asked Sandy. He wasn't going to tell him what to do…that's for pretty boy to figure out himself!

"But Sango already said she isn't exactly leaping back into my arms," protested Miroku. Sandy sighed frustrated. "Do you even know what you want?" he asked with a hint of annoyance. "Yes," Miroku said firmly. "More than anything, for the first time in my life I know what I want. I just don't know what to do," he amended. "There's a difference in that?" Sandy asked confused. Miroku nodded. "Don't let me down," sighed Sandy. Miroku stood up to leave, vowing for both of them that he won't let him down.

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Miroku pulled the key out of the ignition and put his head against the steering wheel. His mind rehearsed about the things he was going to say to her once he showed up at her door. It was around 7:00pm right now, the sky was a dark navy color with only a few stars in sight.

He remembered the night he went out for a late night drive with his frister, the stars twinkling as if they knew something he didn't. It was different this time, he knew something the stars didn't. He stood patiently waiting for someone to answer the door.

Sango opened and wasn't really surprised to find Miroku at her door. No one really visits at obscure times like he does anyways. "Hey," she greeted cheerfully, "Come in." Without saying a word, he shuffled his feet and went inside. The house was dark except for the street lamps' light peering in the windows. "Conserving energy," she answered, knowing what he was wondering. Miroku nodded and made his way to the couch and sat down. Sango followed the suit.

"So, what's on your mind?" asked Sango. "You want some tea? I'll make some." Miroku grabbed her hand before she stood up and walked away. "No, stay here," he said, his voice raspy. Sango looked at him worriedly and sat down. "Hey Miroku, is something wrong? You don't sound so well."

Miroku sucked in a small breath as he felt the touch of Sango's hand on his cheeks. He let out the breath in secret disappointment when her hand left him. "Nope, you're not getting a fever or anything. Your cheeks are a bit hot and flushed though." murmured Sango. Miroku turned away, cursing his damn hormones for writing his feelings publicly on his face.

"Sango, I'm sorry I've never been here for you when you were with Tommy." he said softly. Sango played with her hair tie, adverting his gaze. "Look at me please?" he pleaded. Sango looked up and melted with his pool of brown eyes. "Remember we promised to marry each other if we're old and single?" Miroku asked.

"We're not that old," said Sango tartly. Miroku nodded and teased, "A bit sensitive about age, are we?" Sango pretended to pout and looked away. "Sango?" She snapped her head back at the sound of his soft voice cracking.

"Stop apologizing, I'm not even mad at you for that," replied Sango, answering his previous question. Miroku paused, twiddling with his fingers. There was still something he wanted to ask. "Where's Tommy?" He cursed himself silently for avoiding the question he needed to ask. Sango looked at him confusedly. "You know…our son." Miroku said, emphasizing 'son.'

Sango's eyebrows shot up, nodding slowly to show she understood. "He's suppose to be in bed, but I doubt he's sleeping." The house was quiet except for the humming from the refrigerator.

Miroku's leg steadied as he felt it brush beside Sango's. They were sitting beside each other silently, waiting for one of them to say something. Miroku looked at Sango who had a faraway glaze in her eyes. He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

Sango turned around, eyes wide with surprise. Miroku started grinning, euphoria spilling from the inside out. Sango blushed and turned away, speaking timidly, "What was that for?" Miroku shrugged, his face still near hers. "I don't know," he whispered softly.

Tommy peered, his eyes wide open as if his eyeballs were about to pop out. But still he made no sound from his hiding spot behind the wall. He was eavesdropping for some time now but remained quiet, wanting to hear more of what they were saying. What did Midori mean when he said 'our son' to his mom? he wondered.

"That was nice," Sango found herself saying. Miroku cheered inwardly, congratulating himself. "Can I ever ask you out on a date?" asked Miroku humbly. Here was something he never did before: ask for permission to ask for a date. But she was worth it, he decided.

Sango smiled wryly, expecting that question. "Of course," she said much to his amazement. "You can always ask, but it really is up to me whether I say yes or no," she added. "I promise I will treat you like a queen," he said solemnly. Sango laughed, "No that's fine, all I want is respect." "Of course, that's a given," he said simply.

"I will guarantee you that you will give in and fall in love with me in 2 weeks," he boasted surely. Sango furrowed her brows, "What's the hurry?" Miroku looked at her with a 'duh' look but said nothing. Sango brushed it off and asked, "Hey, I wonder what happens when Tommy finds out you're his real dad. He likes you, you know." Miroku smiled proudly. He heard a gasp behind the wall and he quickly turned around. It was Tommy.

"Oh shit," Sango breathed. Tommy waddled out from his hiding spot, clutching his blanket. "Mom," he asked slowly. "What is it hun?" asked Sango gently. She had an extremely worried look on her face. She blew her bangs and told herself to calm down.

"Is he my daddy?" Tommy asked, pointing to Miroku. There was a certain whine to his voice reserved only to use when he felt scared or lonely. Sango looked at Miroku and he nodded, encouraging her to tell Tommy. "Yes he is," she replied. Tommy looked back and forth between them.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," Sango said wistfully. "Are you okay with this little man?" asked Miroku worriedly. Tommy put a finger to his chin and thought for a while. He nodded his head slowly, "Yes. It'd be nice to finally have a dad," said Tommy.

Miroku cheered, "You hear that Sango!" Sango let out a huge sigh of relief, praying and thanking the heavens above that the situation didn't go worse.

"Now, wait a minute," she interjected, "Don't get too comfortable yet 'Dad.' We're not getting married yet."

"At least you said yet," he grinned madly, not caring at all the punches he was receiving from Sango.