Okay, she was getting a bump. Not a very big one, but it was the type of bump that would definitely be bulging soon. And it was somewhat scary.
She found pregnancy to be extremely weird. It was the way your stomach stretched out so far, the aches, sickness, and everything else that she was sure to experience later on down the road.
Her hands rested on her stomach. There was some kind of connection.
She wasn't extremely big. After all, she was only eight weeks. But still, she could definitely tell that she had grown a lot. Before, her stomach didn't poke out even the slightest bit. But with her shirt raised and her eyes steady on her stomach in the mirror, she was realizing that she was really growing. She had had friends back in high school that had dropped out due to being pregnant. Usually, they had found out around their sixth week, or fifth week, like she did. They had put up with school for a few more weeks, probably until they were about eighteen weeks.
She was bigger than all of those girls when they were eight weeks.
She was big enough to the point where you could tell she was pregnant. But the sweatshirts helped, even if it was August and there was still a bit of heat outside, it helped a lot. She wasn't ashamed, but the looks that she got told her that people felt sorry. And not sorry for her, but for the baby. They felt sorry for him because they would take one look at the mother who had decided to carry him for nine months, and they would think in their heads that she was a whore, and they would pray, most likely, praying that god would be with her child. Kagome wasn't stupid.
But she knew that she could never be that kind of mother.
She had to admit that it was a connection unlike any other. She felt so close to her baby, so close to him. She didn't know exactly why she called the baby a 'him' when she wasn't exactly sure yet. But it just felt right. It felt natural. What didn't feel right was calling the baby an 'it', because the baby was so much more than an 'it', even if it wasn't the best time or even if none of this was planned.
Even if she was scared of the stretch marks and the pain, sickness, and the sudden need to be as strong as she'd ever been in her life, she was still happy.
Inuyasha was doing…better, kind of…at whatever the hell he was supposed to be good at. She didn't trust him and she was still refusing to give in because she didn't want to prevent herself from getting hurt, because the baby didn't need that and she definitely didn't need it. But it wasn't like he was trying, anyway. They weren't exactly friends again, but they could talk again. She hadn't seen him, but he texted and he spoke on the phone with her every other day over these two and a half weeks, asking her if her and the baby were doing okay.
Still, she wasn't sure if he was there to stay. Sometimes, the fact that he was only talking to her was because of the baby hurt, but things weren't about her anymore, and she felt as if she had given her whole life up and dedicated it to the baby. But there was nothing wrong with that. She was learning to be happy and look at the bright things, despite how hard it was sometimes.
She smiled at her reflection before pulling her shirt down and smoothing her hand over to barely visible bump.
Yeah, she was happy and her baby would be happy, too. With or without Inuyasha.
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Miroku didn't exactly know why his best friend had been so grumpy tonight.
Inuyasha was drinking again. The shot glass in his hand held the warm colored drink of scotch. When Miroku had refused to drink, saying that he needed to get home to Sango soon anyway, Inuyasha had just grumbled before pouring himself another shot, his words slurred as he spoke. Miroku called it talking in cursive. "You don't fuckin' know how to have fun, Roku."
"You're the devil," Miroku said. "What about Kagome? Why haven't you at least tried to see her instead of calling her like...twice a week?"
"Stay outta my business," Inuyasha muttered to him as he held the shot glass up to his lips again, letting the warm liquid burn the back of his throat. He could hold up better than humans when he was drinking. Now, he was only feeling tipsy. The guilt was going away. All of the things that he had fucked up were going away, out of his head. In a way, he was happier because he was free from any feelings. But still, he was so fucking angry. He definitely couldn't escape that one emotion.
If he wasn't tipsy and on the verge of being shitfaced, he'd be scared out of his mind. And if he wasn't tipsy and on the verge of being shitfaced, he'd pick up the phone, try to call her like he'd been doing for the past few hours. And maybe if he wasn't so fucked right now and maybe if he knew that in the morning he wouldn't wake up with a hangover, he'd go over to see her, check on her.
But then what?
Kagome was going through enough, and whenever he was around, he felt like he was taking the little bit of hope for happiness that she had left. And he felt even more guilt pile upon his shoulders every day, knowing that Kagome would be the mother of a child that wasn't planned at all.
They weren't married and they weren't happy. They only kissed when they had sex, or when they were making their lives into even more hell by starting things that they weren't supposed to feel, and they used to think of each other as best friends and that was all. Maybe. They wouldn't celebrate Christmas together and their child would probably have two birthday parties. They wouldn't sit at the table together and eat a meal as a family because they were far from that. This child would never have a brother or a sister. Mommy and daddy wouldn't be able to play with him or her at the same time, and every week, the child would go back and forth from the two parents because Mommy and Daddy couldn't be happy together and they made many mistakes that ruined their friendship and everything else they had.
Mommy would be completely alone and helpless and his daughter-or his son, or whatever, would be confused because they would look at most of their friends and see their parents together and happy. And while his child would spend maybe a week with him, he or she would be missing Mommy. And while they were with Mommy for the week, they would be missing Daddy. Just because they couldn't make things right. Just because he constantly kept hurting her.
Maybe she had been happy when he bought that fast food and when they sat in his car and ate, and talked. Talked about their child. Did Kagome know the damage that it would do to their child? Was she thinking about that when she said she didn't want to be with him?
Hell, he never wanted a relationship either. And definitely no marriage. And most fucking definitely no kids. But now he was having second thoughts and it was hurting him, especially when he thought that he could be immune to the whole situation. Was it hurting the child, too? Even though he or she wasn't born yet, when he was around Kagome, could their baby feel the tension?
And what if Kagome wasn't taking care of herself? What if she wasn't eating right or something?
And then, he would start thinking about the crash, thinking that it wasn't just a horrific event that accidentally happened. From the moment that the collision was over and he heard the sound of ambulances in his ear before he blacked out and from the moment he saw Kagome's body just lying there lifelessly, and while he had no clue that it was even more hell because she was carrying his child, and while he was in the hospital with her and holding her hand and scared out of his mind, all he could think was; This was not just an accident.
He would like to think it was an accident. That would make things seem better and safer for her. But something just told him that someone did this intentionally with some kind of vengeance. It just wasn't right.
"What's on your mind, Inuyasha? I know that alcohol is your best friend right now instead of me, but I've always been here for you, and I always will be, even if I don't support what you're doing." Miroku told him. It didn't interrupt Inuyasha from his fucking thinking. Always fucking thinking. Was this how shit was when you had to grow up because you knocked up the person you cared about the most in the world? He cared about her, and he missed her. He wanted her safe.
But what would she do? The side of town that he was on was dangerous. His apartment wasn't...the safest, best environment. Where she lived was a safe place. But she wasn't safe with her brother or mother and grandfather; they couldn't protect her like he could. They were weak, and he was strong. At least he would be for her, and their baby. Right now, the old shrine was the best place for her to be. He didn't have much to offer her. But he wanted her close; he wanted her in his sight. He wanted to feel like he was a part of the baby's life and hers.
But things were changing and him and Kagome were barely best friends anymore. It was all different, and he hated himself for the first kiss he ever gave her. She, and him, were too young to be dealing with this shit. And Kagome was too young to be feeling empty. He saw it in her eyes whenever he was around. She was lonely and she didn't want to raise his child by herself.
Whatever Kagome was feeling was much more important than what he was feeling. But he couldn't talk to her in this state. And if he was going to talk to her, he couldn't fuck of it up again.
"I can't fuck it up again," he said solemnly. "I really can't fuck it up this time. I want to be apart of their lives."
"Then don't fuck it up," Miroku said with a hint of a smile at his friend showing at least some kind of compassion. It was what he was waiting to see. "Make her happy, Inuyasha. Make her trust you and show her that you won't let her or the kid down again. She needs you, she really does, even though she never says anything. Just put down the alcohol, get some sleep, take yourself a pain pill in the morning for the hangover, get dressed and stop bitching around and go fucking see her, man."
Inuyasha didn't really want to put the glass down right now. But then again, he didn't want to get out another bottle of scotch from the pantry. He didn't want the alcohol to make everything go away. He wanted to be brave enough to make it all go away on his own. But he just wasn't, not tonight. Because in his mind, it was just him, Kagome, and all this shit, all these fucking worries and…and he just wasn't sure he could deal with that by himself, not tonight. "I really don't want to fuck up. I don't want to fucking hear that she hates me again. When she says that bullshit, everything feels so fucking final."
Miroku's little smile was fading, and his gaze landed back on the TV screen. Before his eyes was some stupid game that Inuyasha had called him over to watch, but he knew the real reason that Inuyasha wanted him over. He didn't want to feel so alone and helpless. He wanted to spill his problems, at least tell them to someone before he blew up, even if telling his problems meant that he would have to get shitfaced to do so. His best friend was hurt and confused and he knew the feeling. No one deserved to go through all of that shit alone, even if the circumstances between them were different. Miroku knew how he was feeling.
"She's not as happy as she's ever been. Sango knows, I think. It's amazing how she can read Kagome so well. I think she can read you too," Miroku began. "You know what's hurting her the most? What's hurting her most is the same shit that's going through your head. She doesn't want to be alone either, even though she would never admit it. Also, she would never admit that she misses you. She's happy about the baby, sure, and of course, she doesn't regret anything. But it hurts that she lost you so quickly. It kills her. She's scared for the baby, too. She doesn't want her child growing up and feeling like he's not normal, because his parents or not like his friend's parents. She wants you apart of her life, too. And she doesn't want her kid to be so angry because he or she has to go away from one parent, just to see the other."
For a second, Inuyasha looked like he was deep in though. And then his eyes narrowed when his gaze went from the floor to Miroku. "How do you know all of this shit?"
"Sango," came Miroku's simple answer. "Another thing, Inuyasha. There's no need to blame innocent people for the shit that goes through your head and all of your struggles. Sango didn't mean to upset you, and you hurt her. She won't tell me whatever you said, but I'm not stupid."
He froze.
He had a lot of making-up to do. It all began with pouring the rest of the scotch out of his glass, then putting the bottle that he had beside him in case he ran out again back into the pantry. Miroku stayed around to watch TV with him, and there was some sort of comfortable silence between them. Miroku understood how he was feeling. When he left, not before asking him how Kagome would feel if she saw him, he considered calling her at first. But he was so tired and sick of these feelings, and he didn't want to call her when all of this shit was running through his head.
So he fell sleep. And he couldn't really sleep well with the idea of her pain and his child's pain, too, on his mind.
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His head was pounding. And then, there was more banging. He opened his eyes, the loud banging sound making his head hurt even more. His vision blurred out for a second, and then his eyes focused. He let out a loud groan, using his hand to cover his eyes from the sunlight that poured through the blinds in the window. It was hot all around him, and he felt sweaty, he felt disgusting. The fact that he tasted something dead in his throat didn't seem to help either. And then he remembered the scotch, the fucking, horrible, killer, years old scotch that he had stolen a few years ago, waiting until the right occasion to drink it. And fuck, had last night been the night.
He looked at the alarm clock. Fuck, it was about to be five in the morning. It was way too early.
The things he had thought out last night all came rushing back to him at the fucking speed of light, and it made the pounding in his head worse. Something was pounding underneath his eyelids and he closed his eyes and groaned again in pain. Motherfuckin' bitch ass headaches. Fuck alcohol.
And then, he heard the banging on his door, only louder.
With a fucking growl that would have made Mufasa shit himself, he jumped up from the bed, ignoring the throbbing in his head that seemed to rush all over his body. He looked at the door, and the furry appendages on top of his head twitched at the sound of the fucking continuous, loud knocks.
"Who the fuck is it!" he shouted. It didn't matter that the sound made his whole body ache. He had been through enough hangovers in his life to get over this one.
"Open the door before I break it in, half breed."
Inuyasha growled again. He knew that fucking, bitch boy's voice anywhere. "What the fuck do you want, you fucking pansy?"
"Like I said, half breed," came the calm voice again. "Open the door before I break it in."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes, and he instantly regretted. The smallest movement made him feel as if he was dying.
He didn't know exactly what Sesshomaru wanted with him. But whatever it was, he had a feeling that it had something to do with Kagome. And if it was, it was important. He would listen to bitch boy if he had to. If it was something about her safety. Nothing else, though.
"What do you fucking want?" Inuyasha questioned carefully.
He heard bitch boy sigh on the other side of the door. "It's important, Inuyasha. It's about father."
For some reason, Inuyasha froze when he heard that. Sure, his pansy of a brother always sounded serious, and maybe that was why him and Inuyasha never got along, and maybe it was also because of the fact that Sesshomaru never accepted him for who he was. Sesshomaru sounded as he normally did, so Inuyasha didn't really know why for one split second, he felt worry course through his veins. There was five seconds of silence, and no more banging. Another bored sigh came from Sesshomaru, and it snapped Inuyasha out of whatever state he was in.
And then he thought about his father always choosing Sesshomaru over him, and he thought of how broken he left his mother and Inuyasha knew that he couldn't deal with that, and he knew that he could never be that kind of father. Anger was coursing through his veins by now. And suddenly, he wanted to see Kagome so badly so he could prove to her that he'd be the best father the baby could ever have.
He tried to make his voice sound strong. He tried to sound tough like he usually did when he was around bitch boy, because Sesshomaru fed on his weakness. His whole life, the hate emanating from his brother always made him feel of less worth. Inuyasha always felt worthless. He felt heat in his cheeks, and his vision was blurry again. "Yeah?" he asked softly. He couldn't find the strength to scream anymore. He couldn't show how pissed he was. He could feel it, though. "It's about father? Well fucking come on and break the door down then, bitch boy."
"Inuyasha," Sesshomaru began, "This is about Kagome, too."
Inuyasha froze once more. There was too much fucking freezing going on this morning. It was…strange.
Before he knew it, he was opening his door, inviting his half brother into the warmth-wait, fucking scratch that-the shittiness that was home for him. He let out a sigh, not liking the feeling of giving in so soon. "Sit down if you want," Inuyasha told bitch boy before going into the kitchen, slinging the drawers open in hope of finding some kind of drug that would cure this headache. It seemed to hurt even more, and he was rubbing his temples. Fuck, he was done with scotch or any alcohol for a while.
"No thank you, half breed," came the calm voice again. God, it pissed him off to no end. He whipped around angrily, his silver hair flying behind him as he shot bitch boy daggers with his eyes. Sesshomaru remained emotionless, the stoic expression on his face. And then, one side of his lip curved upward so he could give his half brother an icy smirk. "Half-breed, I can be as cold as your ex-girlfriend's heart."
He growled. He knew exactly who bitch boy was talking about, and it wasn't Kagome. It was the girl who looked so much like her. "Kikyo was never my girlfriend, you fucking pansy. Now just shut the fuck up, and when I'm done taking these pills, you better tell me what the fuck is going on."
"Shouldn't you take a shower first, half breed? You smell like an alcoholic. I wonder if that bitch of yours feel any shame for carrying your child." Sesshomaru said as if it was the simplest thing in the whole world.
Inuyasha's blood was boiling by now, his fist balled and his knuckles turning white. He could run at bitch boy full speed, knock him to the ground, throw a few punches in his face. Wouldn't that make them even? But he couldn't do that. Not if he wanted to know what was going on with Kagome. How Sesshomaru had the information about her, he didn't know. They had never met, he had made sure that they wouldn't. Kagome asked about his half brother often, resulting in a pissed off Inuyasha. But now, this was vital. At least for Kagome's safety. Maybe Sesshomaru could give him a warning, a sign, or whatever.
"If you're going to tell me," Inuyasha growled, "tell me. Don't call Kagome that. Don't insult my child. How the fuck did you even know-"
"I have my ways," Sesshomaru interrupted him.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes again, the pain increasing in his head, but it didn't really matter. He'd rather die than listen to bitch boy talk, but this was about Kagome.
"Sit down, Inuyasha," Sesshomaru ordered him, only to receive a glare.
"It's my fucking apartment, you-"
"Sit down, Inuyasha."
He did as was told, but not before a threatening growl slipped from his mouth, his jaw clenching and unclenching. Right now, how much he hated Sesshomaru...it didn't matter.
He looked at Sesshomaru, hate in his eyes. Sesshomaru resented Inuyasha for what he was. Well, Inuyasha resented bitch boy for what he was, too. It didn't matter if he had taken care of him when he was on his own without his mother and their father. He had did it coldly. Hatefully. Eager to get Inuyasha out of the way, out of his life. He didn't know what to call Sesshomaru's action. But it was far from caring. At least, he thought it was. So what he couldn't justify was why Sesshomaru was here, telling him what was up with Kagome and his father. He just didn't know any-fucking-thing anymore.
"Father is not happy with you. He didn't want you to make the same mistakes that he did," Sesshomaru began, but Inuyasha ended it before he could go on.
"Why the fuck would I care if I'm making him happy or not. We mean nothing to him, anyway! He left a long time ago," Inuyasha said, his voice lowering and his eyes going downcast. "It doesn't fucking matter, okay? It doesn't fucking matter if I'm his fucking biggest mistake! Fuck him. I'm over that shit, I'm over him. What were you gonna say about Kagome?"
To his surprise, Sesshomaru chuckled. "You've gotten her pregnant, and you still have feelings for her, I see. You always have," Inuyasha growled, unable to take Sesshomaru's fucking presence much longer. "Half-breed, I've come to tell you that Kagome is in danger. Let's just say, you have pissed the wrong person off, and that certain person knows how much she means to you. He's coming for the ones that she loves the most, first," Sesshomaru said, and Inuyasha wasn't dumb enough to miss the worry in his voice. What was going on? "Kagome is tough, but when it comes to the people that she loves, she's at her weakest. He will keep her around for a bit longer after that, but then, he will jump to you. But he won't kill you, no. He will hurt you," Inuyasha growled. He didn't want to hear much more. "And don't you dare believe that he won't," Sesshomaru smirked. "That will hurt Kagome even more. Give that some time, let the child have it's birth. He will take them away from you. Both of them. And at the same time, he will kill everyone else that you love. He will destroy you. It's undecided whether he will let you live through your grief and misery. But killing you would spare you of your pain."
He was angry as he'd ever been. There was some kind of throbbing within him, pumping furiously through his veins. But then again, he felt fear. The most fear that he'd ever felt in his whole life. The throbbing in his head got worse. What in the fuck was he supposed to do? Tell Kagome that he'd fucked up somehow along the way, and then fucked up more by getting her pregnant and risking her harm and their child, too? What in the fuck was he supposed to do.
He couldn't think. He felt monstrous. He felt fucked up. He felt regret and protectiveness and he felt everything. He was unaware that his eyes were flashing red. He had no idea his claws were getting longer, more dangerous. This feeling took over him completely. It transformed him. And then he spoke in a voice that didn't belong to him, a loud, deep growl emerging from his chest. "No one will touch Kagome or my kid, Sesshomaru. I can assure you that."
His brother watched him, not even the slightest bit amused. "Calm yourself, half-breed," he spoke calmly with as much care as his half brother would ever get from him. "Like I said, this is why father is not happy. This is the whole reason why. He wanted to be happy that you were having a child with someone you love. But Inuyasha, you messed this up. Now raise a little hell and fix this. Or let this be the death of you," before he walked out of the door, he turned around to look at his brother. "Father will be here for a while. He wants to be sure that nothing will go wrong. Prepare yourself, Inuyasha."
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She was not happy.
When he was inside of her, it felt like hell. When he was out, it felt like hell. When he looked at her, it felt like hell. And when he touched her, it felt like hell. But still, when he wasn't around, it felt like hell, too. Could he steal her happiness? Or was it just another one of his tricks?
She never let him see her cry. She had to be strong, because she was the one who had gotten herself into all of this. She had gotten herself into hell, and she knew there was no way out. She didn't deserve heaven. Especially not when she loved someone like him. But sometimes, love just wasn't enough. This love was not light. It would not guide her in the darkness and comfort her. This was a sick, masochistic love. And she hated herself for loving it so much.
She felt his claws lightly tracing circles on her naked back. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes shining in the light that the rising sun provided for them. She winced suddenly, jumping a bit. His claws were digging into her soft flesh, and she caught his eye. She didn't see love. She saw something that was the opposite of it, and maybe just a little bit more.
He still held her eye contact and she was showing him that she was strong. She was his woman, and she had to be.
She felt the warmth of her blood trailing down her back as he whispered to her, "You're apart of this now."
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He was driving faster than he had ever driven in his life. It was about seven in the morning, but it didn't matter. His knuckles were white again, and he gripped the steering weel with all his strength. How should he feel? How could he protect her? And what could his father do? Kagome was in danger. He had known it, and god, he was stupid for not calling her enough, for not even fucking driving over to the shrine to check on her.
What would Kagome's mother do? And what would he do if they were all taken away from him, all of the people he loved? What in the hell could he do? What if everything Sesshomaru said wasn't a lie? He could feel it. None of it was a lie, and dammit all to hell, he was going to do something about this. He couldn't watch his child die, and he couldn't watch Kagome die either. Both of them meant too much to him.
He didn't bother knocking on the door.
When this affair, or whatever the hell that went on between them was called, he would climb the old, huge Goshinboku tree on the side of the shrine, the one that by his luck, was on the side of the house where Kagome's room was. All he could do was hope that she still left her window open.
He climbed up the old, huge tree, trying not to any noise. It was starting to feel like the old days. When he climbed up half the way to see Kagome's window open and her light on, he smiled a little, possibly the first smile that he had smiled all day. He climbed a bit more until he could peer into her window.
She wasn't sleep. She was nowhere near sleep. And suddenly, he wondered if she had been thinking about him as much as he'd been thinking about her. Thinking about what they were going to do. He frowned. He should have been happy with her when he had the chance. He should have ended the sex that was ruining their friendship when he had the chance. He knew he had failed her, and he promised himself that he wouldn't do that again. He couldn't. He couldn't watch Kagome hurt anymore, and he couldn't watch her suffer when whoever this was killed the people that she loved the most.
He moved up a little bit so he could see her better.
When he saw her, he smiled a little despite everything that was going on. Her eyes were closed and her hands were on her stomach. She wasn't that big, but she was bigger than most when they were eight weeks. He remembered her telling him on the phone, telling him that she was doing great. And he wondered if she had been lying. She couldn't have been great. She had to be considering the things that he had been considering, too.
Contemplating how this was going to work out, he tried to lean forward a little bit more and formulate some kind of plan. But the branch beneath his foot decided to creak out, making his heart race and his body go rigid, because he knew Kagome wouldn't understand what was going on. But he'd wasted his time, and his eyes widened as he watched her eyes open and as he watched her sit up on her bed, curiosity on her face. She stood, inspecting. She looked around, and he tried to shift his weight a little on the branch, only for it to creak louder, making him wince and growl lightly in impatience and annoyance.
It was too late. Her long, shiny, raven hair whipped behind her as she turned around to face her window. He looked at her sheepishly as he watched her eyes widen and her hand find her tummy, most likely in fear. For a moment she stood there, a look of shock still on her face as her eyes squinted to get a better look. And when she finally realized that it wasn't just her imagination, he smelt anger overpowering the scent of her fear. He wasn't going to count this as another fuck up, though. Somehow, he had to make her understand exactly why he was here.
She turned away quickly, and he wondered what she was looking for. And then, she was walking towards the window, a frown on her face. He could heard her heart racing, and his was too. He didn't know whether it was from everything that was going on and falling apart, or whether it was from getting caught and trying to find some explanation that wouldn't make her feel to fearful.
He needed her to feel safe. For her sake and for the baby's, and possibly for the man that was after her. Sesshomaru had not been playing around, and no matter how much Inuyasha couldn't stand his brother, he always took him serious. Always.
She opened the window a bit more, and when she spoke, her voice was shaky as if she'd seen a ghost. "Inuyasha?" she questioned, confusion still clear on her features. Then, there was more anger. "What in the hell are you doing? It's six in the morning!" she quipped, her voice sounding tired.
He was still looking up at her sheepishly. "Listen, I came here because I need to talk to you. It's important. And I didn't want your family worried," she still wasn't looking all that convinced, but he was desperate. "Please, Kagome."
She looked unsure for a second. But finally, she gave him a slight nod of her head and backed away so he could have room to climb through.
Things were still the same around her room. It was still pink, she still had the same bed that brought back so many memories, and the carpeting was still the same, and the only thing that was different was that now, there was some kind of laptop her Mom had bought her for Christmas on her desk instead of the homework he was used to seeing a long time ago.
His gaze landed back on her. She smelled like fear, and that fruity soap that she used whenever she took a shower. Her hair was still damp, and she frowned at him and tightened the robe around herself a little more when his gaze landed on her stomach. "What do you want?" she meant to sound agitated, but her voice came out puny, weak, and tired. "What's so important that you're here?"
He noticed that her laptop was on. There was some kind of website that was up, and he caught a glimpse of it before she blushed, and rushed over to shut the laptop down, not caring if she looked extremely obvious.
"Instead of being nosy," he had a smirk on his lips as she spoke. She was making things better somehow. Before she had cut the laptop off, their was some kind of pregnancy site. So their baby was the size of a kidney bean already? The thought made him smile. "Tell me why you're here, Inuyasha. I'm not kidding," Kagome looked at him, her eyes narrowed and her hands on her hips. "And are you drunk? Why do you smell like alcohol this early? What's going on?"
"Listen, it was a tough night for me," he explained. He had to tell her, but wouldn't that just make her stressed? Wouldn't that be bad for her and the baby? But he had to. How else could he explain himself? "There's something…bad going on. And I don't want you in the middle of this," he told her, even though she already was.
Kagome laughed as if he was joking, but then she frowned at the look he was giving her. What was going on? Did it have something to do with the baby? Suddenly, she was serious, her brows furrowed forward as she took a step back from him. "Inuyasha, what's going on? Don't play games with me. I'll kill you if you're playing games with me. What is it?" She was starting to panic, and that's exactly what he didn't want.
"Somebody's after us for the mistakes that I made," he said honestly. "I…I can't let him hurt you. I can't let him hurt you and I definitely can't let him hurt the baby," his gaze dropped down to her stomach before landing back on her face. His eyes were hard on hers, and she gulped. "I'm sorry. I really am," he muttered. "I don't want you out of my sight from now on. I don't care if you make me sleep on the floor or wherever, but I'm not leaving your side because you can't handle this by yourself."
This wasn't what she needed. But Inuyasha wasn't playing around. It wasn't a trick he was playing on her. Maybe it was a game, but when he was speaking, his fist balled to his sides and little specks of red could be seen in those golden eyes she was used to. No, this wasn't a play game. This was serious, and he was worried.
"I-" she started, but she didn't really know what to say. She was getting choked up on her words. But he shushed her.
"I know," he said. He pointed to her bed. "Get some sleep, Kagome. You sound tired. Don't stress yourself out. I can't lose you and I can't lose the baby, either. Just relax. At least for me."
"No," she said softly, tears forming in her eyes again. She was scared, and her hand instantly went to rest against her stomach. "Inuyasha-"
"I know you're scared," he told her softly. "But I'm going to fight for you and for this baby. I didn't mean to bring you into this."
"Inuyasha, you're scaring me," she told him. "Promise me this isn't a game."
"A game to him, maybe, but not to me," he answered honestly. "I need you to believe me more than anything right now. Even if you're mad at me. I'm mad at myself, too. But that's not what matters right now. It's you and the baby."
She didn't know exactly what was going on, and she was still confused, still hurt. But he was looking at her, his eyes intense and pleading and her hand still on her stomach in fear. She was uncomfortable, and for some reason, she didn't think that she would sleep good tonight. But Inuyasha was serious, as serious as he'd ever been. She could see it in his eyes, in the way they held flecks of red as he spoke.
"We'll talk when you wake up," he told her. "I don't...I don't know what to say to your mother, but I'll handle it. She'll be even more stressed. I had to tell you though. C'mon, Kagome, just go to sleep. I'm here. Nothing's gonna happen to you."
He could smell her fear, but she was being strong.
He was preparing to sleep on the floor, preparing to sleep anywhere except beside her because he was still extremely tired, emotionally tired, but he didn't have that privilege anymore. But she grabbed his hand when she started walking to her bed. She looked behind her shoulder so her fearful brown eyes could meet his golden ones. "Stay," she said. "Stay beside of me. Please?" She asked him desperately.
He nodded.
She was scared and he felt guilty. He was the one who had cause all of this. But right now, he just needed to keep her safe. He settled himself beside of her in bed, his back turned away from her. There was no romance. There was nothing besides fear in her eyes. She wanted to be protected. She wanted to feel safe. And only he could make her feel that way.
A/N: I thank you guys so much for supporting me! You guy's words really inspired me to try again. At first I was like 'oh shit, I'm never going to be able to finish this chapter', and then I sat down, listened to some music that got me in the mood to write. It's amazing, the miracles that music can make. I don't know what it was, but I just couldn't stop writing and the juices in my brain started flowing again and it was so amazing.
If I had the time, I seriously would reply to every single review. Because every single one means a lot to me. Just remember that. I real all of them and they made my day.
My life is getting back on track, slowly but surely. And this story is turning out the way I want it to. And in my opinion, this was the most important chapter. I tried to add a bit of humor. I TRIED. Lol, but anyway, I hope to see you guys again soon! Review my loves! (:
Oh, and by the way, I'm still hearing the thing about where they're supposed to be taking stories with too much sex and violence in them and deleting them. I'm trying to back up all of my stories. If this is true, do you guys know any other site where I can post my stories? I don't think I could live without writing anymore.