haha chapie # 12 wow. I'm suprised..well anyway thanx to all of you who r&r here's chapie # 12!
...Sango was blinded by the sun as it shown through a window. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and found Mioku's arms wraped tightly around her. She breathed in and smiled for the joy of his escance all around her.
Besides his scent she faintly smelled water. 'It's raining.'
Miroku felt Sango stirr next to him. He pulled her closer to him. He needed to feel her, to make sure that she was there. She smiled up at him and he smiled back as he began to stroke her long, dark hair. She shifted so that she was faceing him.
"Ohayo." He said finally.
"Hello Miroku." She said as she huged him.
"How did you sleep?" he asked.
"Like a huge bellied-rock." she laughed.
"I see that." he chuckled.
"It's raining." she said.
"Hai, we should make breakfast." he replied, getting up...
...Kohaku woke, still feeling drowsy still. He walked up to Sango and Miroku's hut.
Knock. Knock.
nothing
He knocked again. Nothing. 'They must be getting wood.' He stepped in the hut and seen Miroku putting a damp cloth on Sango's forehead. She looked flushed and was sweating. Her breathing was short and sickly. There were vomit stains on her her yukata.
"Aneue." Kohaku gasped, "What happend?"
"Nothing." Miroku answerd, "She just caught a small cold."
"She threw up?" Kohaku asked, wrinckling his nose.
"Moring sickness." Miroku replied.
"Ah.. Well I'm going to my hut so she can get a good rest." Kohaku said.
"Okay." Miroku smiled.
Sango stirred hearing Kohaku leave. She was drenched in sweat and shiverd violently. She found a cloth on her head.
She tried to sit up but when she did, her head was spinning. She laid back down on the futon and sighed. She hated this already.
"Miroku." Sango murmerd despratly.
"Sango?" He asked, "What's the matter?"
"I'm cold." she moaned weakly, "my yukata is soaked."
"I'll help you take it off." Miroku said smiling.
"Only if you behave." Sango scolded.
"I promise." he replied.
"All right," she sighed, "can you help me with my uniform too?"
"Sure." he said, peeling off her yukata and uniform.
"Arigatou." she said dryly.
Sango pulled the blanket up to her chest and fell into the clutches of sleep. Miroku layed next to her wraping his arms around her falling asleep too.
...It was raining. A small garden of vegtibles Sango planted was swamped beyond repair.
That flaired her temper, but she kept self-control. She longed to travlel again. To always be out and travel going no where in paticular. She wanted to breath fresh air and explore again.
Miroku scenced this. He knew what Sango wanted, but he knew that she could not be walking around.
She was nine months pregnant, the baby was due any day now. She would get sick all the time and have barley enough energy to walk to a futon. Kohaku was no help either. All he did was ask questions all the time. It was getting on everyone's nerves.
That was how the days went by. Passing by slowly and boring. The rain didn't help in lighting their spirits.
Sango had no energy and did nothing but sleep and eat. Miroku would cook, clean, and care for her.
Kohaku and Shippo would play and annoy everyone; Kagome and Inuaysha woul stay in their hut and, well., you know...
"Come on Sango, it's almost over." Kagome spoke.
Miroku was outside, sitting patently. His heart was beating rapidly. His heart leaped everytime Sango let out a scream.
"One more push, come on." Kagome said, "Almost there..."
A loud cry came from the hut. Miroku almost jumped out of his seat. 'Is it done?!' After a moment Miroku was told to come in.
There was Sango sitting up on a futon with a tiny baby in her arms.
"Miroku!" Sango called, "Come your son."
He walked over to her, his heart beating rapidly. 'My son.'
"I thought I' never hear those words." he said, "He's beautiful."
"He looks just like you." Sango smiled.
"Exsept the hair." he remarked, "he's got your hair."
"Yes, that he does." She said.
Awww, so sweet! I think this may just be then end. Tell me if you would like to keep it going, or if you want it to stop.
It's up to you guys. And if you don't tell me, then I'll just end it right here.