Somewhere on Autumn Woods Drive

By Rikku Minouke

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH

AN: Sorry it's been so long, I've recently been going through a lot of tough shit and I'm trying to deal with that. So in my down time it's hard for me to feel like writing (I know that's what you guys want though) but It's been really difficult. I'm trying though, for you guys to get some stuff out there.

Chapter forty seven

Growing up, I always told my mother I didn't want children. I remember telling her over and over again that I didn't want to be like my father. That I knew I had anger issues like him, but I didn't want a child to go through what I did. And that I didn't want to become him. She'd always shake her head and tell me I was nothing like my father. She'd say that I had 'control'.

"I honestly think it could have gone a lot worse," Kurama sighed as I walked through the front door to our apartment. Tossing my bag on the counter, I turned to glare at him.

"Are you for real right now?" I asked feeling the muscles in my face tense up. My hands found their way to my hips. "He got up and walked out of the room."

"Yes, I know," Kurama nodded and locked the door before facing me. His eyes looked serious and nervous at the same time. "But at least he didn't argue what I said."

"It doesn't mean he won't in the future!" I felt my temper slowly rising.

"Botan, he was going to find out eventually anyways," Kurama took a step towards me and I raised one hand up to stop him.

"No way mister," I shook my head. "You are not going to touch me and make me forget why I'm mad right now."

"Botan, please," he all but whispered, even though Kurama didn't make a further attempt to approach me.

"No," I shook my head again. "Why today? It's Easter and you had to say it today."

"You weren't going to," Kurama pressed his lips together and for a moment I thought he might be getting irritated with me. "Would you have said something if I hadn't?"

I paused for a moment thinking back on the several opportunities I'd had lately to speak up. "Honestly… no, no I wouldn't have said anything. Especially not on a holiday."

Blinking a few times, he glanced up at the ceiling. "I think you are over reacting, Botan."

A deep breath in was all I got before my anger really started to show. "Don't ever tell me I'm over reacting, Kurama."

"Why are you so mad, right now?" Kurama asked and I just wanted to reach over and grab his pony tail and yank.

"Because," I snapped and I faltered. "Because-"

"Because you don't know why you're yelling at me," he said calmly.

"No, that's not it at all," I glared into his vibrant green eyes. The longer I did however, I started to lose my steam. "Stop looking at me like that. It's not fair."

"I can't touch you, I can't look at you," I watched his lips twitch. "Next you're gonna tell me I can't be in the same room as you when we argue."

"I might just have to demand that next," I closed my eyes and breathed. Bringing back the reason I was mad, I said, "Seriously Kurama. Why did you tell my dad?"

"Is this really about your dad?" he asked and the playful glimmer left his eyes. "Or is this more about what I said. We'd talked about this before, Botan. But if you're unsure, let's figure something else out."

Shaking my head, I dropped my hands from my hips and let my glaze slide to my full belly. "I don't know Kurama…. I think… I think I'm just scared."

He took a step forward and out of the corner of my eye I saw his fingers twitch. "Can I touch now that your anger is gone?" Raising my head to give him a soft smile, he pulled me into his arms. "What are you scared about?"

For a moment, I stayed silent trying to sort through my thoughts. Deep down, I knew I loved this man. However, there was still that nagging thought about what he saw in me. "Is this what you really want to do?"

"Yes, it is," I felt Kurama nod his head against my hair. "I want to stay here after the baby's born. I want us to share a room and for your room to become his. I don't think it's necessary to get a three bedroom, unless you'd be more comfortable with that."

Pausing again, I thought about it. I wanted to tell him my feelings but they got stuck in my throat. Maybe if he knew that I loved him, there really would be no worries about our living situation. But I was nervous. Boy was I nervous though. I knew Kurama wasn't trying to trap me into something I didn't want to do, but it didn't make my uneasiness go away.

What if he didn't love me? Or what if he thought he did…. Until the baby was born. I think when it came down to it, I was scared that his feelings were true. There was no doubt that he believed he cared deeply for me. Not that we've said the 'L' word to one another. But what if his subconscious was just saving the damsel in distress? It was something that had been nagging at me for a while now.

My fingers played with the fabric of his shirt as he let me stay silent in my thoughts.

There was a time in my life when someone told me that were two types of guys drawn to me. The villain and the hero. They said that they were drawn to me because I came off as the damsel in distress. The villain just always got to me first. But I really didn't want a hero in Kurama. I wanted him to be the villager who worked in the market. If Kurama was the hero then he may get bored once the battles over and go off to find another treasure. Whereas the villager was there for the long haul because it's what he'd worked toward since the day he was born.

But do I take the chance and hope he's the villager and not the hero?

Nodding to myself, I licked my lips. "Alright, Kurama. Let's stay here." Silently I hoped that he didn't get tired of me after the baby was born. I prayed he wasn't the hero.

AN: Vacations coming up so even if I can't get to updating in the next few days. Just remember that's what I plan to do most of my vacation. It starts the 16th guys! By the way, please review. I'm battling that darn writers block and could really use some feed back!