Her smile was sinister, curving up the way it did as if she had achieved some great accomplishment. Her blood red eyes were sparkling with mischief as her smile widened. It was pride and that was all. She did not feel a bit of sympathy and she knew that was what her master loved the most about her. She was merciless and she showed no fear, empathy, or sympathy. She showed nothing, not even one bit of evidence when she was done with her work.

She watched him as he slowly walked closer to her, the same sinister smile placed on his lips. "Did you kill her and the unborn child? Most importantly, did you kill him?"

She smirked. "No," she answered truthfully. "I didn't kill any of them. The most she should have is a slight concussion and the child may be gone, I'm not sure. He's still very much alive. I'm sure of it."

"Next time," he smirked, "I want them dead."

She smiled. "Yes, sir."

"Keep an eye on them all for me, will you, Kagura? Befriend the girl if you have to. I assume that she means a lot to him."

"Yes, she does, I believe," Kagura answered him. "I think he loves the girl. I know for sure that she loves him, too. Don't worry. I'll keep up with them…I can promise you that."

"Make me proud, Kagura," she smiled in response to his demand. He walked away with the evil glint still in his eyes, and a determined smirk raising the corner of his mouth. As soon as he left the room, her smile went away and she crossed her arms, and against her own will, she found herself pacing back and forth. She had meant it when she said that she showed no sympathy and she killed mercilessly. However, she'd never meant to end up doing his dirty work. The way he looked at her, it was as if he knew that he had all control over her but he didn't and he never would.

Honestly, if she had the chance, she would kill him mercilessly, too.

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For the first time in a while, she found herself happy to wake up and endure the day. Letting out a yawn, she looked over beside her and she couldn't help the small smile that took over her face when she felt his soft embrace around her and heard the light sounds he made as he slept. For a while, all she could do was continue to lay there in his arms and smile foolishly at him as the happy feeling engulfed her completely, as his presence swallowed her whole. She was happy. She was elated and it was a nice feeling to feel and she realized that she had missed the feeling dearly. He was home again. He was home, and this was exactly where he needed to be.

Carefully, she unwrapped herself from his arms and quietly sat up, and unbeknownst to her, she still had that foolish, stupid smile on her face. Without a sound, she made her way into the bathroom and wrapped her arms around her body. The smile had widened when she thought about last night. But her eyes, they gleamed just as they used to.

She had missed him.

And for the first time in a while, she believed his words when he had spoken them last night, and then he proved it by his actions and that made her happy, really, really happy. As happy as she had ever been.

The smile was still on her face when she finished showering. She walked quietly back into her room, and her smile widened when she saw him still sleeping soundlessly, still snoring quietly. With an idea set in mind and determination, she smile a little more and made her way into the kitchen, figuring that he must have been hungry.

Honestly, she wasn't good at cooking and she never thought that she made a good wife. In the kitchen, she seemed to destroy everything she touched and if she made some kind of success with the food, it would end up burnt in the end. But just for him, just because of what he made her feel and maybe because she still felt guilty for kicking him out, leaving him without a place to stay and good food to eat, she would try her best.

She had always found cracking eggs to be frustrating. Pieces of the broken eggshell always ended up everywhere, but she was trying her best. She found herself smiling in achievement when the eggs were finally in the hot frying pan without any eggshells in them. Next was the bacon, and she just hoped that she wouldn't burn that, or the eggs.

She was so involved in her careful cooking that she didn't hear the footsteps behind her, and that resulted in her jumping when she felt warm lips on her neck and strong, steady hands on her hips.

"Shit!" she hissed, turning around to face him. Any trace of the dreamy smile was gone now, and she looked at him angrily. It angered her even more to see him smiling stupidly. "What exactly were you doing, sneaking up on me like that? Jerk!"

His smile widened and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers, and she wanted to push him away because she knew that she would be enchanted by him all over again. It didn't matter, whatever. The food didn't matter anymore, either. All that mattered was his warm, soft mouth against hers, saying things that words couldn't, things that left her breathless. Finally, he pulled away and she couldn't stop herself from slumping against his chest, her eyes still closed like she wanted more. He made her feel so many things.

"Angel," he whispered against her neck, making her shudder. "I think the food may be burning."

Her eyes widened and she tore herself away from him and back to the stove. "Shit!" she cried out, although it wasn't a big problem. "This is all your fault, you know." She complained as she pulled the food away from the eyes on the stove.

He smiled and moved towards her again. "You didn't have to do this," he whispered as his arms encircled her. She closed her eyes and leaned against him as close as she could get. "I know you can't cook anything but microwave ramen," he joked and she growled warningly. "But this…for you to actually try just for me, it's sweet. But let's face it, most of your food is bad enough to poison a man though."

She chuckled. "Well, I guess that poison just isn't working fast enough then, huh?"

"I guess not," he smiled as he began fixing himself a plate. "You gonna eat some of this poison?"

She gave him a bright smile. "I'd rather not."

He shrugged his shoulders and began to eat, and she watched him in disgust without a clue how men could eat that much, eat that quickly without getting sick. "The poison," she started amusingly, "must not taste that bad, by the way you're eating it."

He looked up at her with a smile on his face. "I'm surprised. It really doesn't taste that bad, even if the bacon is a little burned," she growled at him. "Thanks, angel. How'd you know I was this hungry?"

Her eyes went downcast and she felt that horrible feeling of guilt engulf her once again. "I knew you must've been," she started. "I mean, I kicked you out and you didn't have a place to stay or food to eat, and all I wanted to do was make this all up to you. I know sorry may not be saying much, but I really am, Roku. And I can promise you that it will never happen again."

She wouldn't cry in front of him. She had already showed him enough that she was weak when it came to things like this. But she couldn't stop tears from welling in her eyes. This was the really bad kind of guilt. The guilt that felt like she had murdered an innocent person without any remorse. But now, she did feel that remorse, more than ever.

"Don't cry. Cause if you do, even if I'm a man who's not supposed to cry, I might cry, too," he told her as he rose to his feet and began making his way over to her. Her tears fell anyway as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly and letting her tears soak up his shirt. Hesitantly, he pulled away and looked at her before smashing his lips against hers, kissing her with everything that she made him feel. How could she feel guilty? He should be the one. He was the one. He didn't deserve to be holding her right now, and he didn't deserve to have someone in his life that loved him this much. "I love you." He murmured against her lips and she whimpered.

Her hands wrapped around his neck and she kissed him back, her lips moving against his in all that she felt for him, too. She moaned, realizing that she wanted him all over again. Just as she was about to tug at his shirt and pull it off his head, she jumped when she heard the phone ring. She tore herself away from him and ran into the next room, hoping that her voice wouldn't sound too breathless when she answered the phone. He followed closely behind her, a stupid smile on his face.

"Hello?" she panted into the phone, and she growled lowly when she heard him chuckle behind her.

"Sango? I-I've been trying to reach you forever!" Sango's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Mrs. Higurashi's voice. What exactly was going on? Mrs. Higurashi never called unless the situation was extremely important.

"What's wrong?" she asked urgently. Miroku wrapped an arm around her waist as she spoke onto the phone, and she tried to pull away from him but he wouldn't let her. She sighed in annoyance before finally giving into him. "W-why are you calling from the hospital? Are you okay? Is Kagome okay?"

She heard something from the other line that sounded like a woman trying to hold back her cries and before she knew it, her heart was racing and her voice had heightened from concern. She didn't hear an immediate response and worry set in her veins, sending a chill down her back. "What do you need, Mrs. Higurashi? What happened?"

"Listen, I know you're busy with your own life…" Mrs. Higurashi started, only to be interrupted by Sango.

"I'm never too busy if it concerns my best friend or her mother." Sango assured her in a firm voice.

On the other line, she heard silence, and just when she was about to make sure that Mrs. Higurashi was still there, she heard a that broken, pained, quiet voice again. "She's doing okay. We're here in the hospital, now. Her and Inuyasha…he was driving her home…and he didn't mean to, but they ended up crashing into another car. She's got a mild concussion. She…she never told me, Sango…she never told me she was…pregnant…." she heard her crying, and regardless of Kagome being in the hospital with a concussion already, she wanted to give her another concussion for not listening to her after all the times she had tried to tell Kagome to tell her mother. This was the result in the end. Her mother was worried to death, she was worried to death, and she didn't know if the baby was okay.

Miroku's grip on her tightened, and she didn't know that she was crying until she tasted salt in her mouth. She gasped and used the other hand to wipe her tears away. "Dammit," she cursed out unintentionally. "Don't cry. Is Yasha there? Is the baby alright or what? Is she awake? Can I speak to her?" She asked her all of these questions urgently, and she felt Miroku bury his nose into her neck and look at her in a funny way, like he wanted to know what was going on, too.

"I-I don't know whether the baby is okay or not. She's not awake right now, her sleep has been on and off…" she heard Mrs. Higurashi trail off, but then she took a deep breath and when she spoke again, she sounded better, happier. "Of course Inuyasha's here. He said he's staying until she wakes up, until he knows for sure that she's okay, that the baby's okay. He's not here now, he said he went to go smoke. He's…stressed. But of course, he'll be back soon. He hasn't left her once. But I can tell that he's upset, possibly even more upset than me. He didn't know about her being pregnant, either. He's angry, I can feel it. He feels as if it's all his fault. Even though he's tried to hide it, I can tell that he's cried once or twice. He's…guilty, you know?"

"Shit," she cursed again. "I'm coming. I'm on my way, right now!"

"Thank you, Sango. I'm grateful that my daughter has such good friends. She needs you now. She doesn't know that I know about the baby, and I don't know if she told Inuyasha or not. She needs somebody. I don't want my…I don't want my baby, the baby who was always there for me, to go through these kinds of things by herself."

"Anytime, Mrs. Higurashi," she whispered into the phone before hanging it up.

For a while, all she could do was stare into space, feeling guilty. She wished that she would've been there for Kagome more. She wished that she would've realized how stressed she was. She knew Inuyasha made a mistake, but she swore if he said that he wouldn't want the baby or realize whatever he felt for Kagome soon, she'd kill him. Right now, Kagome deserved happiness. Not bullshit. Just peace, love, a sense of security. And their child, it deserved that more than anyone. The child deserved a mother who was happy and a father who was just the same, a father that loved him or her more than the world. And although she knew that Inuyasha had never been the type to show his feelings so bluntly, maybe because he was scared of the outcome, that whoever loved him back would leave him or hurt him, he should know that Kagome would never hurt him like that. She couldn't.

She didn't need to cry today. She didn't want to. Now was her time to be happy that Miroku was finally where he belonged, but she couldn't help feeling sorry for herself, but mostly, her best friend. Guilt was overtaking her and she didn't like it, but maybe she deserved it for not being able to realize that Inuyasha was Kagome's happiness, ever since when she was sixteen and he was nineteen. She felt stupid for not realizing that he loved her just as much as she loved him.

She felt both of his arms wrap around her, and she closed her eyes as he kissed her neck softly, showing that he was here for her and he cared and wanted to know what was going on, what was making her breakdown like this. "Don't hold back from me," he whispered softly in to her ear. "Let me know what's gotten you like this, Sango. I can't stand to see you crying."

She pulled away from him. "I've got to go, Miroku. I've got to go."

"Can I go wherever you're going?" he asked with a smile, although it was a weak, worried one.

Sango sighed to herself. "Kagome's pregnant," she watched as his eyes widened in disbelief and as he opened his mouth to say something, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Don't you dare ask me who's baby it is. You know damn well. If you're lecherous mind hasn't picked up on what's been going on between her and Inuyasha for three years now, you've got to be an idiot. They got into a car crash last night, she's in the hospital. I feel so guilty," she let herself admit, sighing to herself again when she tasted salt in her mouth once more. "She was so upset, and I tried to keep her away from the one thing that kept her happy."

His eyes were still wide, but when he saw a few more tears slip down her cheeks, he regained his composure. "Shit," he said, still dazed. "Inu…Inuyasha…he's always told me everything. I-I thought they were only best friends. I thought they had no feelings for each other…I thought he only got so protective because he didn't want to see his best friend hurt…I thought he only held her like that because she was hurt and he wanted to make her feel better. Dammit, I should've known…it was the way they looked at each other, you know? I thought…"

"You thought, Miroku!" she cried out at him even though she didn't mean to. "The shit you think isn't always so fucking true!"

He looked at her and she shifted on her feet uncomfortably before wiping the rest of her tears away, realizing that she must've looked like an idiot. "I know she's your best friend," he said warmly. "I know that. I know you hate Inuyasha right now, I know you're worried that he won't want the kid, but I know him better than that. I know you're mad, but please, don't be mad at me, angel."

"I'm not," she told him before grabbing her keys and her purse. She gave him a weak smile before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. "I'll be back later. I don't think it would make any of this easier on her if she knew that you knew everything. But you know that this is your home, so act like it. I'm sorry for everything, and I love you. Bye, Miroku."

He didn't have a chance to say anything back. Her movements were haste as she made her way to the door, and he closed his eyes, missing her touch already and hoping that Kagome would be okay, and hoping that Inuyasha would love the child just as much as he knew Kagome already did.

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It hurt when he looked at her, and it hurt when he didn't. Frustration, guilt, oppression, it was all weighing heavily on his shoulders and he wasn't sure what he could do anymore. Thinking had became his enemy. It would creep up on him when he expected it the least, and his thinking would eat him alive. Looking at her, looking at the way she was because of him, that ate him alive, too, to the point where he was sitting by the hospital bed side, his head in his hands and his eyes near tears. Sometimes, he wanted her to be awake when he was holding her hand, hoping on everything that she was okay, that that life they'd created, no matter if it had been an accident, was okay. He didn't believe the words the doctors said at all hardly. She dozed off again, and by the time she would be awake again, he would leave, even if he didn't want to.

She hadn't spoken. He didn't deserve all the love that her mother gave him, because he knew that he had ruined her life and her daughter's, too. The boy that used to look up to him like he was some sort of hero, he had ruined his life, too. He had ruined his future, all because he wasn't able to keep his filthy hands off of her. The hands that didn't deserve to touch her skin, the hands that had touched more skin than the girl that loved him knew about.

He didn't see how she loved him in any way other than thinking of him as a best friend. All he had wanted from her was intimacy, and he had put her life in danger just because things started getting too complicated, just because he had started feeling things that he wasn't supposed to feel for a best friend that he had sex with. He knew that she still hated him and it was supposed to be that way. What was she supposed to do? Love him for knocking her up and ruining her life with a baby that neither of them would be able to take care of? Things didn't work that way, and life had never been fair to him and he'd learn to deal with that a long time ago. But she didn't deserve this.

Maybe he should've been angry at her for not taking care of the contraception, but he couldn't bring himself to be mad at her. He couldn't because she didn't deserve that, either. Right now, all Kagome deserved was happiness and he was so scared that he wouldn't be able to give that to her. He couldn't say he loved her. And maybe she did love him, maybe it did mean something when she'd said those words just before his car went out of control, another car crashing into his and making a collision that he didn't want to think about. It made his head hurt.

There he was, thinking again. He didn't know what to do, so why not just leave it all be? He wanted to see her again. It was getting late and he wanted to know she was okay. He wanted to know that he didn't destroy her life or the other life completely, even if it only was a mild concussion. He didn't know if she loved this baby yet, but if she did, which she probably bound to, she deserved to love it. She didn't deserve to lose another person who meant so much to her.

Angry, he blew out his last puff of smoke before throwing it to the ground, crushing it with his boot. He was making his way back to the room she was located in. Mild concussion or not, it meant a lot to him just to hear her breathing like he had did so many times before when he had laid himself down beside of her, wrapping her in his arms and listening to her steady breaths as she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Her mother was still there, and when she looked up at him, she smiled.

Not knowing what to do besides stand there awkwardly, he weakly smiled back and embraced her when she wrapped her arms around him, although he didn't deserve that, either.

"I think that she would want you to stay. Please, just stay. The doctors are already sure that you two are married, anyway. When she wakes up, I think it would mean a lot to her if you were here."

He smiled again. He wanted to stay, too. But he didn't have that benefit anymore. She deserved someone who would stay forever, and although he wanted to, he wasn't sure he could because he knew with everything in his heart that she didn't want him to. Her arms were still wrapped around him and she was crying. He hated smelling peoples tears. Especially if the person meant a lot to him. Mrs. Higurashi had taken it to herself to act as her own mother to him. And for that, he was grateful.

"Please stay, Inuyasha. Don't make my baby deal with all of this by herself," she whimpered into his shoulder and he felt his arms wrapping around her even tighter.

He had given in. "I'll stay."

He would, even if he was scared of what she might say. Her daughter's mouth could be a cannonball when it wanted to, and the words she spat at him, the way she said she hated him killed him every single time.

She pulled away, laughing at herself. "Sango will be here soon. I believe that the cafeteria hasn't closed yet. You've been here all along. Go eat something," she giggled. "Don't you dare lie to me, you must be hungry. I promise you, if I was home, I'd cook some of you're favorite. Ramen." She gave him another smile and he knew she was trying to be strong and act like everything was okay even though it was nowhere near. Her daughter had lied to her. Her daughter had ruined her own life, and he couldn't stand that.

"Go on, now. Don't stand here looking at me like that. Go get you something to eat. I know she'll be up by the time you get back. You two, you need to talk."

He wasn't good with talking, though. Her daughter wasn't, either.

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Her eyelids fluttered open at the feeling of someone stroking her hair. Finally, she didn't feel so groggy, and her eyes landed on the blurry face in front of her. The face had a sad smile on it's lips, and the person's eyes were like hers. She wanted to close her eyes again, but now, she felt awake. She looked away, looked at the ceiling. It took her a while to remember everything, but when she did, tears welled in her eyes and she sat up urgently. The movement caused a stabbing pain in her head, but it didn't matter. She had questions, and she wanted them answered. Tears were already falling and she didn't bother trying to hold them back.

Her hands instantly reached to touch her stomach and she let out a broken cry. She remembered it all now, every detail. She remembered the collision, she remembered the jerk of her body as the other car came in contact with the passengers side that she was on. She remembered her whole body going out, she remembered being to weak to even call his name, she remembered the taste of her blood in her mouth. Against her will, she let out another cry and she heard the comforting words of her mother in her ear, and she heard the door to the room open and two pairs of feet barging in, but she didn't bother looking over to see who the unexpected visitors were.

"Mama," she was choking on her words. "My baby! My baby!" she choked again, and Inuyasha and Sango stood at the door, a look of confusion on Sango's face and a look of guilt taking over the hanyou's features. She was screaming now, almost kicking the sheets away from her body. "Dammit! Dammit to hell, mama! I want my baby!"

"Baby," Inuyasha heard her mother say to her as she stood from the seat she was in to wrap her arms around her daughter. "Everything's okay," her mother was crying now, too. Her hands were clutching her flat stomach and her body was doubling over in pain, and he couldn't tell if it was all emotion or physical. He stepped forward with some urgency, not knowing exactly what he was doing, but knowing that she needed to know that everything was okay, and she was extremely lucky that the baby was still here. "I promise you. Calm down before they start thinking that something's wrong."

"Something is wrong!" she cried out. "I need to know what happened," her cries were quieting down now, and she was slumping back down into the bed, her face still stained with tears. "Is it…is it gone? God, mama, don't lie to me. Please don't lie to me. I-I want my baby. Godammit," she cried brokenly as she looked around at everyone that was currently in the room. Her eyes locked with Inuyasha's, and he shuddered and stood there as if he didn't know what to do. Hell, he didn't. "You…" she whispered. "I-I want to talk to you," his eyes widened and his heart was pounding and he knew that she'd blame him for everything and he didn't know if he could take that right now. "I want to talk to you and I want you to tell me everything that happened. I want you to tell me if my baby's still here," she clutched her stomach once again. "I don't want lies, Inuyasha. I want the truth."

"Kagome," he rasped out. "Calm down."

"Fuck no! Don't you dare tell me to calm down when you're the cause of all of this bullshit. You're a fucking father now…I told you that before…before what happened. This is your child, or it was. And if there still is a child," a few more tears slipped down her cheeks. "It's our responsibility and no one else's. Don't you dare lie to my face, Yasha. You've been here before. You've stayed. Sometimes, I could see you but I thought it was just a nightmare. But then I realized I could feel you. You know better than any of them. Even though you paid no attention to the scent of the pup before, I know you recognize it now. I know that you know it's your child. So if there is a pup, you can smell it. I wasn't the only one in that car crash. You were there, too. I want the truth."

His jaw tightened and his eyes went downcast, but he looked up at her instantly after he regained his composure, his eyes gone to flames and he had no clue how she managed to make him angry so easily. "So now, I'm the cause of all of this? You want the truth, Kagome? You're flipping out for no fucking reason! Our baby is still inside of you, I can still smell my pup on you, I can still hear the way his or her heart beats! But no, I'm the cause of all this bullshit, huh? Maybe I am, but you know damn well that I would never hurt you or our kid. You know that, so stop acting like I tried to kill you or either kill that damn kid!" he cried out, and Sango grabbed onto his arm as if to calm him down, and he could see Mrs. Higurashi backing away from the scene. "You want the fucking truth? How can I tell you shit when you planned on keeping this kid away from me for the rest of my life?"

"It wasn't for the fucking rest of your life, you baka!" she was crying again and she sat up angrily, a hand on her stomach. "I loved this baby so much that I wanted to protect him! I wanted him to know that if his father didn't love him, I could be a mother and a father for him! I wanted him to know that I would love him twice as much and I would give him everything he needed with or without support! If you wanted to be involved, maybe if you hadn't said you were never having kids, maybe if you hadn't said that that shit was never going to happen, maybe if you hadn't said that nobody would get knocked up with all of the birth control and condoms in the world, I would've given you a chance!"

"You made fucking assumptions, Kagome!" he was hurt inside. He thought that she had realized he had more worth than that, more worth than his own father, and that he would never leave the people he loved. She was a stranger now, a beautiful stranger. With her dark locks of hair falling over her shoulder, the way her voice sounded when she screamed at him, with the fire that filled her eyes when she tried to prove him wrong. He felt his voice weakening. She had always had that effect on him. "The thing that I said before, when I said that I wouldn't ever leave my pup alone, or his mother…did that mean shit to you, Kagome? I think that you're more fucked up than I am! No one could solve all of that shit going on through your head!"

"God…please…stop. Don't do this right now, just don't. You two are supposed to be adults. Please, stop." He heard Kira say brokenly but he paid no attention at all to her. He didn't know why he had said those things. Maybe because he was angry. Or maybe it was because she had hurt him way too many times. But it was fair. He had hurt her more times than anyone could count.

"I would never leave you or this baby alone…" he told her, his voice angry again. He felt Sango wrap her arms around his once again, and he jerked away from her. "Can you all…can you just go…please?" he asked quietly, his bangs shadowing over his eyes. He had broken out into a sweat from all the hard work he had put into their fight. "I want to talk to Kagome alone."

She rolled her eyes and ignored the other few tears that slipped down her cheeks. "Sure. Just leave me alone with him, because what's the worse that could happen? I'm already pregnant-"

"Gods," he interrupted her with an angry chuckle. Her mama was crying and Sango was confused and hurt, and he watched as they both reluctantly stepped out for a while. "You're so stupid at times, Kagome. I wouldn't have left you. You're my best friend. You're having my kid, and I don't know if I should be happy about it or mad. But I can promise you I can support you with whatever you need, even if I barely have enough money to feed myself."

"But you can't love me, though, can you?" she asked through clenched teeth. "You can't love this pup, either, can you?"

He laughed, but it was shaky like his voice. "I-is…is that what all of this is about, Kags? I'm not cupid. I can't love you," he didn't know if he did or not already, but the thought scared him and he watched in agony as a few more tears slipped down her face. "Listen, Kagome," he lowered his voice and walked over to her with some hesitancy. "Maybe it angers you, but I don't know what's going on in my life. I don't know who I love or who I want to make my wife. Maybe since you're having this baby, you think that I want to spend the rest of my whole life with you. But I'm just trying to figure myself out right now. You are, too. Girls usually think just because they're having your first child, men are supposed to make them their wife or something like that."

"You're stupid if you think I'm just another girl," she told him quietly, tears still slipping down her face and staining her porcelain skin.

"I know you're not."

"Don't treat me like that, then," she was getting angry again.

He growled. "Let me finish what I was saying…"

"I'm barely over twenty, Kagome. How are we gonna handle those bills? How are we gonna pay for all that shit? I don't wanna bring my boy or my girl in this world when I don't have shit to give them."

"Are you talking about abortion, Inuyasha?" she accused.

"Of course not-"

"You've got some nerve, I have to admit that. But I wouldn't expect anything less. You're not God, Inuyasha. You can't take away lives whenever you want to. This is my body, and you can't force anything. You're acting so fucking typical," she cried out, her calm phase gone. "You're acting like any other guy would! You knew all the right things to say. I'm pregnant, and with what you just said, you sounded like you don't want to get involved at all! Did you forget all those conversations we had?" she asked him sadly. "It was all about your father. You told me you hated him. You said you'd never be like him, because he left you and your mother when she had you and he didn't mean shit, but here you go, doing the same shit. If you're going to follow through with all of it, you're not shit to me, Inuyasha."

"God, you don't understand anything, do you? Everything I say goes right through your fucking ears, Kags! I'm here for you, I'm here for my baby! How many times do I have to tell you! How many fucking times?" he stood then, his anger getting the best of him. "Do you think I would be proud to tell you that I cried? I cried! I cried cause I was so damn worried about you and that kid, cause I felt guilty over what happened, I felt like it was my fault! We could make this work, we could. But you're doubting it!"

"You're the one who seems to have no faith in anything! This new life in my stomach, I'm going to love it with or without your help! My mama raised me without any help from a man! She raised Souta the same fucking way! You don't think I cried? You don't think I cried because I knew you would never love me back? I shouldn't have to cry in front of you for you to realize just how many times that you've hurt me! I'm his mother, Inuyasha, and I'm worried! Were growing apart! I wanted you to show your heart and say you loved me, but I was stupid for thinking I could get those words out of you by fucking you! Now, look what's happened. If you don't want this baby, that's fine by me. But I do! I love him already! You remember the first time I felt you against me? Do you remember the first time I let you have your way with me? You've got to! You opened up to me and on the same day, you fucked me!"

She was crying and screaming again, looking at him like he really meant nothing this time. "You know, I would put a ring on your finger if I could, but you only loved me because the sex was good. I'm not a wife and maybe I'll never be, but the truth is that I'm crazy about you, and if it ever came down to it, if I ever had one day to live, I'd breathe you and only you in. I've waited forever, baka," she whispered. "I didn't plan on getting pregnant. It was a mistake. But I don't want this child to grow up, seeing us not together, seeing us fussing and fighting every chance we get. No one deserves that. You didn't, and he doesn't, either. I could get an abortion, sure. I could get rid of him just like that, but I love him and he deserves a life, he deserves to be happy. If I got an abortion, what about your seed? Just…just think about it…"

She loved him. Maybe he always knew she had, maybe he didn't want to believe anyone could love him. "Kagome-" he croaked out, but she interrupted him.

"I hate you sometimes," she said, sniffling quietly.

"If you hate me, say it like you mean it," he told her.

"But I can't, because you can't hate someone you love."

He was silent.

"I really meant it when I said I loved you," she told him.

"Will you give me a chance, Kagome? I'll be there for you. I won't leave you alone. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. Can we…can we just…take this one day at a time?" He asked her quietly.

"I don't know," she said, drying her tears before wrapping her arms around herself. "I want to, Inuyasha. I feel like an idiot for telling you all of that when you can't even say the l-word back to me."

He closed his eyes and sighed quietly before walking over to her again, pulling up a chair and scooting in close to her. "To be honest, I don't know if I'm ready. I don't know if I'm ready to be a father, either, but I can try."

"Will you be here for the sonogram tomorrow? Mama told me earlier when I was dozing off and then waking up again. She said as soon as they finish, I can go home." She asked quickly, changing the subject. She felt like some sort of an idiot, telling him all she felt when she had kept it hidden so good for all these years. The stupid feeling was there to stay.

"I'll be there," he gave her a small smile.

"Will you stay here with me tonight?" she asked him timidly.

"I'll do whatever it takes for you to know that I'm here for you and my pup," he answered her.

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, you guys. I seriously hope y'all don't hate Inuyasha as much after this chapter. I hope y'all can tell that he's really trying to make it up to her, and that he does already love his pup even if he doesn't know it. It just takes time. Reviews and little comments to keep me going would be extremely nice! See you all again soon!