Sesshomaru sighed as did Kagome. They were both exhausted from this argument.
It has been going on the whole day and they were already missing each other, but between angry retorts and snarky comments the two most stubborn beings in a 30 mile radius couldn't reach a middle ground.
The topic of disagreement was currently running around on the grass and chasing an unsuspecting butterfly with Kirara's help, not a worry in his little raven head.
His joyful laugh filled the clearing.
Kagome sighed again, it was getting hard to stay mad like this.
"Look," she started, her voice way cooler she meant to "we ought to fight for a week if this continues. I don't want to stay mad forever and don't think I'm even capable of that."
She rested her palm on the ground where both were seated watching the toddler spin in circles on the grass ahead.
"Unlike you." Kagome added already regretful, she had unspeakable passive-aggressive tendencies when angry.
Sesshomaru looked at her his silver brow furrowed, not really angered, just annoyed.
"I know. I'm sorry about that." Kagome looked ahead when the little boy stumbled forward and his face hit the ground, she immediately made a movement to get up and take a look at the injury.
Sesshomaru held her wrist so she couldn't get up, the miko looked at his hand incredulously.
"Let me go. He hurt himself, it is my duty to protect him." Her voice broke by the last words in that sentence.
"And it is not my duty either?" His golden eyes bored into hers, meaningful and hurt.
"Look." He'd motion his head to point at the boy again.
Kagome watched the boy lift his head from the ground with a serious green stained face, a few seconds dragged and he started laughing again, like hitting his face on the dirt was the funniest joke ever told.
She finally exhaled and sat down again. Sesshomaru's clawed hand was still holding her, way softer than before.
"I don-" they both started talking at the same time, their lips curved in amusement. When he remained silent she understood her queue to speak.
"I know I'm overprotective, I know I shouldn't be worrying too much because he is a hanyou," her shoulders sagged slightly "but I worry because he is a hanyou. I've seen too much hate, the entirety of my adolescence was spent defending Inuyasha."
The miko once again watched the boy distracted by another butterfly. It made her eyes water. How could such an innocent creature be targeted with such disdain?
"I know he will eventually grow to defend himself, physically at least." Her blue eyes shone with moisture and the tears began to fall.
Sesshomaru caressed her wrist with slow comforting circles.
"But what if he ends up hating himself? What if it gets to the point he thinks he will only be loved if he is either human or youkai? What if the world kills what makes him special?" The questions came down pouring out of her mouth, her chest heaving with anxiety for the boy's future.
"What if we're not there to tell him otherwise?" She whispered the last question as if preventing it from coming true.
Sesshomaru's arm went over her shoulders and brought her closer.
"We know nothing of the future. This fact can either enslave you or free you." His chin rested on the top of her head.
"The only thing we can do for him is make sure he knows he is perfect the way he is." The clawed hand making up and down soothing movements on her arm.
"He will never be alone, he will make friends wherever he goes. He is your son after all." The demon added the last part with a prideful smirk.
Kagome sniffed then chuckled lightly. Surprisingly, he always knew what to say.
"And he will be taking no shit since he is your son." Her hand reached his and gave a squeeze.
"The boy will be fine." He said kissing the top of her head.
"Mhm." She replied leaning more into his touch as they both watched the afternoon play of a happy child.