DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inuyasha or any related characters. The story and art is property of the great Rumiko Takahashi. This fan fiction is for entertainment purposes only, and in no way will be used for my betterment. I wrote this because I admire the owner's work and wish to daydream about the characters.

Sorry that I took so long. I graduated...and the other story I had already typed out the next chapters for...nreep!

SANGO'S SON, AND MIROKU'S DAUGHTER

Chapter 2

Sango rubbed her eyes. Piles of textbooks and notebooks were stacked in front of her. She grabbed the history one and opened it to finish the assignment. Halfway through a paragraph she had to stop. Somehow she'd forgotten everything leading up to that part of the chapter. Angerly she back tracked in hopes that something would click. She had to get this down. She had to be able to graduate on time next year. And her grades had to be good if she was going to be accepted anywhere. It was all part of the plan. Though lately Sango could care less about the person she'd made the plan with. He'd left her in the lurch. After saying he'd wait forever for her, he left her.

At least she still had her family...

The pain was getting to be more constant now. Soon she'd be a mother, left with a son of a man that she had once loved. Or maybe it just felt like love to her at the time. Either way it would be her and the kid against all odds. Sango liked the sound of that. She rubbed one hand over her swollen stomach smiling.

"Hey there baby...I can't wait to see you" she said softly.

A couple hours later Sango was exhausted. Her hair was mussed up and her bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat. But she'd done it. Everything went perfectly smooth. One of the nurses joked that he wanted to get out in the world as soon as possible. Sango couldn't help but smile.

Somebody asked her if she'd like to see her son. Of course she said yes. The doctor handed her a squirming bundle of flesh and cloth. He had his mother's eyes, and a few wisps of chocolate brown hair like her. Other then that he was identical to the father, only in miniature. Small fists kept hitting his eyes, thankfully in little mitts to keep him from hurting himself. He was going to be a heart breaker someday.

She held him gently, almost afraid that she would brake him. He wiggled a lot in her arms. Sango tried to remember if her little brother Kohaku had been so animated when he was that small. Was Kohaku ever that small? Somehow she doubted that. And to think of herself being so little and new to the world was just impossible.

"It's you and me baby, you and me," Sango whispered to it, carefully rubbing his back, "Welcome to the world"

The child's eyes focused on her for a second when she said that, a small little grin in them like he knew something that she didn't. It was breathtaking. Sango felt so amazed.

"If they could make a crayon the color of a new born baby it would be the most beautiful hue in the world..." she thought to herself.