She glimpses forever.
Exhausted and already snuffling in his sleep, Kagome feels instincts born of chance well up as Shippou flops over on his belly, rolling himself in his blanket as he does.
"Silly boy," she whispers, covering his feet again before sitting back to watch him. Her chest warms as she does.
He's precious.
The low murmur of Sesshoumaru's voice tears her attention away, and she looks over to see him leaning over Rin's pallet, small arms circling around his neck.
A little girl's I love you whispers through the hut, and the moment reaches out, touching her future.
