Kagomes POV
Today was going to be another rough one. I sat on the edge of the porch and held my head in my hands. I had just managed to get up and take a few steps before shoving the shoji aside and vomiting nothing but stomach acid into the bushes that bordered our home. I felt weak and frail and honestly just so tired of puking. I heard the soft pat of bare feet across hardwood as my husband approached me slowly. I felt a clawed hand slowly scratch my shoulders as another hand made it's way in front of my face, holding a cup of ginger tea and some vinegar so i could rinse my mouth and sooth my stomach. I looked up at him through my bangs, managing what I can only assume was a pathetic excuse for a smile because as mysterious as he was at times, Inuyasha was never able to hide his true feelings on his face from my knowing stare. Cotton white toppers swiveled on his head as he read me, vital signs and all. It was torture for him to see me this way and not be able to do anything. It bothered him even more that he was the reason for all of my discomfort. I took the tea and set it beside me before rinsing my mouth with the watered down vinegar. I hated ginger but it settled my stomach. And if our calculations were correct, then i was almost done with the worst part. " 23 weeks to go.." I mumbled, choking down the warm liquid. Inuyasha's red outline never left my vision as i attempted to pull myself up on the door frame, his hands ghosting my hips in case i were too weak to do it myself.
I would have been offended at his accusation that I wasn't strong enough if it weren't for the fact that I had been so sick and had lost so much weight that the people of the village feared that I had a terminal illness. "This child is trying to kill me." I grumbled, closing my eyes and fighting the vertigo that threatened to topple me. Inuyasha let out a slow and keening whine to my left, coming up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my body, hands resting on the bulge of my midsection. I was still just in my first trimester, but damn was i ready for it to be over. "I can hear the heartbeat." He whispered, his lips pressed to my neck. "It quickens when you get stressed. It doesn't want you upset as much as i don't." I smiled and rested my hands over his, running my fingertips over his claws. I was still just in my yukata, but i didn't care. I didn't want anyone to see me and i didn't want to see anyone. Just lay down and sleep and eat bread (If i could keep it down).
I let him guide me into the ima as i struggled to move my legs correctly. The process of pregnancy was so much more demanding than id thought. My hips were widening and i felt almost constant cramps as the muscles in my lower abdomen stretched to accommodate a growing child. "You feel up for some breakfast?" he asked, spooning himself a bowl of breakfast porridge. The idea didn't completely repulse me, so I gingerly accepted, taking a seat on the zabuton in the center of the room. We chatted about the upcoming harvest and how he was already in line to help build three more houses before winter overcame the village and work became difficult.
Winter was an odd topic between us now, because at our current calculations I would be giving birth to this child near the end of the winter season. Inuyasha in particular seemed to get a little more awkward as the topic was mentioned. And he always seemed to go off in his own thoughts, mumbling about firewood and supplies and medications. He was definitely my worrier. Ever since we got married and he built this house for me almost a year ago, he did almost nothing but worry. Was i comfortable with the size, did we need to acquire more fusuma for another room, did we have enough firewood.. No we didn't ever have enough firewood. He was in a constant state of repairing and working that the day he scented a change in my hormones he dropped an entire arm full of clay shingles onto poor Shippo's head as he had been convinced that the original thatched roof he had made allowed for too much heat to escape and would leak if a big storm came.
I ate the breakfast slowly, only taking a few bites before my mind refused any more. Sitting the bowl down beside me, I tried to be nonchalant as Inuyasha talked. Maybe he wouldn't notice that I hadn't really eaten and wouldn't scold me. No such luck. His golden honey eyes glowered at me as he took the bowl and let out a small 'feh' as he poured the remnants into his bowl and continued eating. "Ya know," he grumbled, raising a dark brow in my direction," That kid aint gonna get big and strong if you don't give it anything to eat." His callous words were drown out by the mouth full of food he had attempted to talk around. "They are going to get all the nutrients they need from me," I chastened him, wagging a finger at his nose," It's me who will deal with the negative effects." Almost as if on cue, a sudden wracking wave of nausea hit me and i scrambled desperately to my feet, eyes wide as i barely made it to the shoji before violently vomiting up the breakfast.
Today was going to be another rough one indeed.