Author's note: I don't own InuYasha, sadly, but I stole him anyway for the notes. –huggles him- 'Get offa me!' eye twitches I'm not on my computer much, and I don't know how often I'll be able to update, so please don't kill me if it takes a while. .

"WEEEEEE!" Tumbling, falling, screaming in pleasure. These were all ways you could tell the hanyou's attitude at the moment. Well, she wasn't exactly hanyou, but only one-fourth demon blood. The toddler fell from the treetops, eyes closed and mouth agape with the screams fluttering out. About the age of thee, the toddler was wearing ebony, silver trimmed yutuka. Her silver tresses fluttered in the breeze of the downfall, black dog-like ears pressed level against her head and long fluffy tail flying behind her.

"Shimatta!" Tawny-golden eyes glanced at the falling toddler, bare feet rushing across the ground as he made his way towards the precise place of impact. His silver tresses matched that of the young girl's, falling down his back and flowing in the wind as he leapt to catch her. He wore a red kimono and hakama, a blue beaded necklace with demon fangs in a pattern every five beads hanging loosely around his neck. His clawed hands reached for her, in turn for catching her safely, the hanyou got a face-full of dirt, white dog-like ears twitching irritably.

"InuYasha! Don't you dare let her get hurt!" The former miko grabbed her daughter from his hands, holding the girl at her waist glaring down at her father, Her dark chocolate orbs flashed in contrast to the baby's playful golden ones, dark brown hair nothing like her daughter's. She wore an emerald kimono, black flowered patterns falling over the shoulders and legs. "I swear, one of these days, InuYasha, you're going to let her get hurt. I'll never forgive you for it." She shook her head and started walking away, sandaled feet padding almost silently across the ground.

The hanyou looked and sat up, jumping to his feet to fallow his mate, coming up behind her and taking their child into his own arms. InuYasha then held her in his arms against his face so that Kagome had to look at both of them. "Do you really think I'd let her get hurt?" He raised a brow, then stretching the toddler above his head bouncing joyfully in his arms, giggling more.

She laughed along with her father, hands beating the air as she was lifted. "Daddy play!" Hanaharu's sweet little voice echoed through the forest, her feet flailing through the air as the ebony tail fell limp between InuYasha's arms.

Kagome smiled, "Guess not. But you can't blame me for worrying." The couple continued through the forest back to the village, coming into the open with little Hanaharu's palms clutched by both parents, walking along with them.

The deep blue eyes of a familiar face was there to greet them, dark hair kept nicely in a small "tail" on the back of his head. The monk sat on the porch of his home on the outskirts of the forest. Ever since settling down he had learned how to make things for himself, with the help of the villagers, of course. The home he was sitting at was only just built, only about four years old. The tarp hanging over the door shook as a young boy walked out. He too had deep blue eyes, and would look exactly like his father if not for his hair being a brownish color. The approach of InuYasha and Kagome made him look up from the sandals he was making, far too small for his own feet. "InuYasha, Kagome-sama," he smiled," how are you today? And Hanaharu?"

Kagome let go of her daughter's hand as the hanyou pulled her up by one arm onto his shoulder. "We're fine, Miroku. How is Sango doing? Her smile turned into a look of seriousness. "And I told you, I'm no longer a miko. Don't call me 'Kagome-sama.'"

"Funny monk!" The girl squealed as she reached out towards Miroku, almost falling of her father's shoulder.

"Gah!" He grabbed his daughter tighter, now holding her against his chest, her tail carefully kept up by him holding it.

The little boy walked up to InuYasha, looking up at the hanyou and tugging on his hakama. "I'll take her in with Mommy if you like." The most innocent smile played across his face.

"Kuraa!" She then reached out towards the boy, her father placing her on the ground and she stood there beaming like only a child could, arms behind her back and tail held in them, though still somewhat dragging on the ground.

"She's going to call him Kuraa until she can speak correctly." Kagome shook her head slightly, watching the young boy and her daughter disappear into the hut.

The houshi let out a short laugh. "Even then it still may be her nickname for him." He paused a moment, looking to Kagome. "I believe that, you, Kagome-sama, have a nickname for InuYasha?"

This got a glare from the hanyou, and another large lump on his head. "Shizuka ni!" He was ready to hit the monk again, at least until Sango walking out of her hut, Hanaharu and the boy rushing out before her giggling.

"InuYasha, what are you beating up on my husband for?" The youkai tajyai stood in the doorway, a loose-fitting pinkish kimono clinging to her swollen figure. This was her second pregnancy, already in her third trimester. She leant up against the doorway, waiting for an answer from her long-time friend.

The hanyou snorted, crossing his arms as he stood just off the porch, almost as if her were pouting. "General purposes."

"Daddy!" Hanaharu came out of the hut running to her father. She had a huge smile on her face as she ran up and hugged his leg. She loved her father, it was obvious, diffidently a daddy's girl.

He picked his daughter up, hugging her before tugging lightly on her dog-like ears. Before Hanaharu was born he'd never done anything like that to anyone, Kagome was still always doing it to him.

"InuYasha!" Kagome protested against how much affection he had been giving their daughter. "You spoil her!" She placed her hands on her hips, knowing what this would lead to.

The hanyou looked to his mate, holding his young daughter in his left arm. "Come on, Kagome. How can you say no to this face?" He smiled, tugging on her ear again. It caused her to giggle and grab at his, hard. "Ow, ow, OW!"

A smirk played across Kagome's face., stifled laughter coming from Miroku and Sango. "What did I tell you?" She took the young girl from his arms. "Monkey see, monkey do."

InuYasha growled. He loved his daughter, and he protected her even from her own mother. "You're calling my daughter a monkey?" Best of moods or not, InuYasha was going to be upset about this for a while. He never let anyone talk about HIS daughter like that. He snatched the girl from her mother, holding her tail up.

The young girl hugged both her father's hand and her own tail as if they were like dolls. "Fluff!" It was a strange trait for someone of such little demon blood to have the tail that she did. It was one that she inherited from her taiyoukai grandfather, the Lord of the Western Lands, Inu-no-Tachio. She had never met any of her grandparents seeing that three of them were dead, and the other one lived in another time, but she still had her grandmother and great grandfather she had never met.

Kagome had kept the entire pregnancy from her family under InuYasha's wishes, even to her own mother. She had left Hanaharu in Sango and Miroku's care when they went back to visit. Of course Kagome wished for her mother to know, she wanted her to know terribly. She was only 18 when all of this happened, now she was almost 21.

" Monkey Junior. She takes after her father." Kagome loved her husband, but testing his patience was like a hobby of hers.

"Kagome-sama," the monk interrupted before the hanyou could protest and start an argument. "Would you and InuYasha like to come inside?"

The miko nodded, taking Hanaharu from her father's hands yet again and placing her on the ground. "But stop calling me 'Kagome-sama.'"

"Come on, Hanaharu," Miroku's son grabbed the small girl's hand gently, helping her into the hut past his mother like an elder brother would. He was nothing like his once lecherous father had been once. For a four-year-old boy, he was a gentleman. The four adults fallowed.

The hut had four mats on the ground around a low-lying table, and a fire pit a few feet away from that. There were two other rooms, one for Miroku and Sango and one for their son.

As Miroku and Kagome helped Sango get down onto the mat closest to the back room, InuYasha sat at the one nearest the door. That had become his seat. Once everyone was seated they began talking.

"Sango-chan, your baby is due in about a month, ne?" She smiled, knowing that Sango had yet to tell her much about it, but all she had to do was ask the old Kaede-dono.

"About" She took a sip of the tea that had been placed there. She never did like talking about it. "Kagome-chan? Could you bring back more of those items that you brought before Kuma was born?"

"Of course, InuYasha and I were planning on taking Hanaharu to visit her grandmother, anyway." The former miko took her daughter into her arms, Hanaharu hugging her arm, smiling.

"I never said we were taking her anywhere." The hanyou looked disgusted by the idea. "Your mother doesn't even know Hanaharu exists." InuYasha crossed his arms, closing his eyes, obviously it wasn't her mother he had the problem with, it was her grandfather.

"Just because you and Jii-chan-" She started, but was cut off by him quickly.

The hanyou jumped up from his seat there, walking over to Kagome, grabbing his daughter from his mate, snorting as he stormed out of the hut.

Kuma his behind his father, he hadn't seen InuYasha this angry before, but only because whenever he and Kagome fought it was in their own hut.

Kagome let out a sigh, seeming upset with her husband's sudden outburst. "He does this every time."

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