Looking at the number of boxes, Sesshoumaru knew he had made a mistake. He should have known better than giving her the magazine and to allow Kagome to take care of choosing her own computer. He had seen the way her eyes glazed over when ads came on the TV, and she enjoyed viewing pop-ups. She constantly begged for crap he didn't want and she didn't need.
There were about fifty boxes, all piled on top of each other. Labels were scattered, as were the items that Sesshoumaru knew they wouldn't use, but she would refuse to throw out.
Shaking his head at the sight, Sesshoumaru walked into the living room. His beautiful mate sat on their beige couch, a magazine in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other, mumbling about 'rainbow blenders' and 'light up shoes.'
He stopped boldly in front of her, and plucked the magazine out of her hand. Her gasp of outraged turned into a 'hey' when he put it through the paper shredder.
Turning back, he realized that he had once again made a mistake. One look at her darkened eyes, scrunched lips, and tinted cheeks and he knew he would be sleeping in the extra room.