Well here is another chapter. I hope you like it. There will be a few more chapters so no worries its not over yet :). Disclaimer I don't own anything.

Distant voices could be heard, words, sounds, and sensations of touches. Coming all at once, and then it was quiet.

There was a soft moan that came from the red haired man, slight movement, trying to get his mind under control. He felt the sensations of his body stiffen. Feeling of numbness came to his senses.

His body felt sluggish, and he felt a quick rush of reflex, as his stomach wanted to return something up. He could feel a mask over his mouth, releasing it was an oxygen mask, he removed it.

Finally opening his eyes he was able to see a white ceiling, glancing around he found himself in a hospital room, filled with monitors. Flexing his muscles, he struggled to set up, but found heavy weight on his chest.

Staring down he found his beautiful wife, her hair sprawled out covering her like a blanket.

Observing her, he found himself memorized by her. Her skin was pale, and glossy, the tip of her lips were a bit chapped from what he could tell. She was probably biting her upper lip again, one of her habits. Her breathing was uneven, as if she was having a nightmare, and her body was tensed, and stiff, even as she was sleeping.

Seeing her in such a state broke his heart, he gently turned her around, and brought her into his lap. Cradling her like a new born child, he leaned down and dropped his head into her hair, the scent of lavender hit his nose, and he smiled.

But then his mind began to wonder, how long was he sleeping, staring down at her flat stomach, he wondered what happened to their child. Memories, and thoughts swirled in his head, and he began to have headache, as he clinched his hand over his head. Trying to calm the pain, but to no use, it didn't stop.

He remembered the dark night, as they were making their way home. The smile she gave him as he continued driving, then out of no where there he seen bright head lights, heading straight towards them. Then on instinct he swerved the his vehicle the other way, then he felt the excruciating pain, and then darkness.

Franticly remembering that night, he began his search for any told marks on his wife's body. Sighing in relief at not finding any exposed, he gently brought her closer to his chest, and closed his eyes content for the moment.

Lifting his head up, he stared at the bright sun that peaked threw window, letting its bright light shine threw out the room.

Shippo's emerald eyes were wide from utter shock. There sitting up in the hospital bed, was his father. Whom he has never seen awake. Always either in pictures of videos, he was able to see him so alive, and moving, smiling, and talking. But watching as he sat there staring out the window, he had no idea how to respond.

He watched as his father turned to stare at him, and blink in confusion. The wrinkles forming on his forehead, while thinking.

Shippo, being overwhelmed with such joy, and pleasure threw himself at his father. Wrapping his small arms around his waist, and burying his head into his side. He held onto him, not wanting this to be a dream.

He felt his father's body stiffen, but he didn't care. He cried his little heart out, as tightened his hold on his father. "Otou-san," he whispered, desperately, and begging it to be real.

Not a second later an arm wrapped around him bringing him higher into the bed, and he felt the slight breathing of his father, as he held him.

Kagome felt a slight jerk of movement. As she opened her groggy eyes, it took a few seconds for her vision to clear. Just then her eyes bulged out, and her breathing hitched. Here she was wrapped in the mans arm, as she laid in his lap, while he faced away from her, as he held onto his son with his other free arm.

The core of her insides screamed for her to do something, her heart begged her for this to be real.

The beautiful seen of her husband holding their son, with such strength. As he turned his head and stared into her piercing eyes.

She could see his confusion written all over his face, but also his eyes held his love that he had for her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and sobbed as well.

It appeared as if he answered her call, he awoke at the very last moment she was going to let him go. But it seemed as if he was not ready to let them go.

Just then they were interrupted by a noise. All three turned to find a nurse, shocked that she dropped her chart. Her face was pale, and her mouth was gaping open not knowing what to say.

"Mina-…..Minamino-Sensei?" The nurse stuttered. Looking at the family, her mind began to work, as she apologized, and ran out of the room.

Kagome felt her husband chuckle, as he ran stared down at her. A smile on his face, and tears began to form in his emerald eyes. "Hello," he said in a strained, yet husky voice. He bent his head down pressed his lips hard against her soft ones.

Again she could not believe this was real, to feel the soft lips and the warmth of her husband, she began to return his passion with such force.

Shippo smiled as he witnessed his parents locked in a passionate kiss.

As they both broke the kiss, in order to get some air, Kurama turned to his smiling son, and brought him into his mothers lap, as he wrapped his arms around them both, and hugged them so close, he could feel the curve of their bodies.

He felt nothing but joy, as he held his family in his arms. There was no other feeling more enjoyable then having them there with him.

Kagome could only feel ecstatic, and complete. Happy for the completion of her once broken family, and a chance to have her husband live once again.

Shippo could only sob into his parents, happiness filled his little heart, as he cried into his father's chest. Finally, finally he was able to feel his father. He could feel the sensation as his father held him with all his might, as if saying, I'm back.

Kurama could only quietly hug his child, and comfort him as best as he could. He could feel the water that fell from his son's eyes as they fell onto his hospital gown. Gently rubbing his back, and cradling him, he felt sad because his son was crying.

"I knew you would wake up," Shippo said as he lifted his head, and stared into the emerald eyes of his father. Tears still pouring out, he gave his father a big smile. "Welcome back outo-san."

All Kurama could do was blink in shock as his son stared at him with love in his eyes. Pride, and reassurances that made him buckle with surprise. Clear liquid formed in his eyes, as he smiled down at his son, hugging him again, with all his might, he turned to his wife, and found her crying as well with a smile upon her beautiful face.

"Yes," he said softly. "I'm back."