He's attached to his mother.

In his toddling stage, Sesshoumaru never wants to be far from her side, and not even his father—full of so much fun and so many games—can pull him away without a fight.

Kimi sighs for the sixth time in an hour as she feels the intent stare of little gold eyes follow her every move around the room.

He's tiny and perfect and everywhere.

Forcing a smile, she turns around and looks at her bedding where he's supposed to be napping and gives him a playfully stern look. "Sesshoumaru, aren't you tired?"

Longish, silver hair swishes in his face when he shakes his head.

She tries again. "Wouldn't a nap be nice?"

Another shake.

She begins to see any hope of having a moment to herself disappear. "Do you want to go play with your father?"

Small lips purse. "No."

May the kami help me…

Her eyes brighten and she pitches her voice higher than normal, trying to sound excited. "I know! Why don't I have Myouga take you for a walk in the garden."

Little eyes a shade darker than hers narrow, and half his face disappears behind her blanket as he growls.

She can't hide her exasperation anymore. "Sesshoumaru—"

"No."

Her head falls back, eyes clenched as she tries to gather her wits. Because they're slowly disappearing. One bye one. Along with her last nerve.

The sound of blankets rustling pulls her attention back and she looks over to see him pat the shikibuton.

"Mama nap."

The corners of her lips twitch and she gives in.

It won't last forever.