They sat awake, the quiet of the hotel around them as they sat at the sliding doors, she wrapped in his arms as their three children slept some feet away. The train ride to Kyoto had left the them exhausted and nearly as soon as they'd stopped moving, they'd been asleep. Now Kagome and Sesshomaru had some time to themselves and the simplicity of their actions spoke to their comfort with one another.

It had been a long time since Sesshomaru had work a traditional kosode and hakama, and the last time he had he'd worn armor and a parasitic draping of fur that spoke to his noble stature. To his surprise, putting on the traditional garments had made him a little more than a little nostalgic. Running clawed fingers through his wife's hair, he reflected silently about how far they'd come. How far he'd come.

He'd fallen in love with a human, a priestess no less and had married her. They'd had three beautiful half breed children who were a perfect marriage of their features and personalities and he couldn't imagine a better product. Without her he wouldn't have received them as they were.

The child that Kei might have been wouldn't have been as stubborn and without that stubborn nature that he had inherited through his mother he would likely have not strove to be te best he could be. The child that Kasumi might have been wouldn't have been as kind and loving as she was—another trait gained from their mother—she very well could have ended up as disinterested and emotionally crippled as most demon women seemed to be. And then there was Seishiro, while he was the child that was the most like his father, it was very easy to see that without Kagome, he wouldn't have been as happy as he was. Without his mother's love and patience it was likely that Seishiro would have been as Sesshomaru had been as a child.

Friendless.

Kagome had really given him the best gift anyone could, she'd balanced him, stuck by him through thick and thin and raised their children to be the very best they could have been. She'd been the only being he'd ever considered his partner, not a rival but an equal of another sort.

Golden orbs trailing down to look at his wife who was cuddled up against him and watching the moon, he gently tipped her head up to look at him.

"Do you remember when we met?" His tone was cryptic as it had always been, but she still smiled.

"Of course I do, you tried to kill me." Her tone was rueful and the only sound that thrummed from his throat was that of acceptance of the statement. She was right of course, he had tried to kill her, she'd been an obstacle then, a nuisance with no purpose. After a moment she continued.

"Glad you didn't?" His comment was likely the closest thing to admitting he was glad that the situation had turned out the way it had.

"It seems Inuyasha has his uses…" The priestess giggled at the comment, knowing that he meant the comment as less of an insult as it sounded. Adjusting herself against him so that she leaned just a little more on him and the position was a little more comfortable for the both of them, she asked yet another question.

"What are we going to say if they ever ask us how we met?" Golden eyes trailed over to his sleeping children once more. Seishiro was curled up at the far end of the row of futons while Kei and Kasumi slept in what could only be called a pile of limbs. The elder was on his back sprawled out and Kasumi—whom had started out in the opposite direction—had managed to get one leg over his belly and the other foot was pressed against his head. They moved around more when without the boundaries of their individual beds.

"The truth" He answered, returning his gaze to his wife, who arched an eyebrow before he gave her his reasoning. "It is not a bad story" It certainly had that 'love can conquer all' feel to it.

Kagome said nothing, only giving a laugh as she leaned up to kiss him, one that he bowed his head to meet.