He's a happy baby.
From her place on her balcony, Kimi watches as Touga bounces Sesshoumaru on his hip down in the garden, making ridiculous noises and faces until their infant bursts into belly laughs. The sound is pure joy, contagious, and it brings a smile to both his parents' faces.
When he starts to blow bubbles, the poison he inherited from her singeing his father's hand, Touga laughs so hard he snorts.
Sesshoumaru's little head whips back, gold eyes round as saucers as he tries to figure out what that was that just came out of his father, and Kimi has to hide her mouth behind her hand to keep her own undignified sounds from erupting.
He's tiny, perfect, and adorable.
Touga laughs harder.
"You might want to be careful," she calls down, watching as Touga shakes his hand, still completely lost to the humor of the situation. "He can't control the concentration of his venom at this age!"
Her mate flashes her a grin and holds up his hand, showing her the gleaming white of bone. "Oh, I am aware, Dear One."
Kimi cringes.
But Touga is still laughing and tosses Sesshoumaru high into the air, unbothered by the injury. "He's going to be strong!"
Sesshoumaru squeals, arms flying out to his sides as he soars a little too high for her comfort and then falls safely into his father's arms.
She can't stop smiling.
