Day 3 of the Fandom Pride Parade 2024
Prompts: Orange, Healing, Established
She was supposed to be putting the final touches on her latest exhibit, but Sango had been sick for a week and couldn't even start the initial touches. The main pieces were set to be delivered in two days, and she hadn't even created a floor plan yet.
Groaning, she forced herself from her bed. She was sticky and gross, her fever still wreaking havoc on her body, and in desperate need of a shower, but all she could think of was several priceless artifacts lying in the middle of the foyer because the British Museum didn't know where to put them.
She swayed as she shuffled down the hallway, using the wall for support. If she could just focus for ten minutes, she could draft something and send it to her assistant. Swallowing the needles in her throat, she rounded the corner into the kitchen, blinking in surprise at the sight before her.
Papers littered the island, and Inuyasha's laptop was open on the dining table as their printer spewed out photos of all the items set to be delivered to the museum. Miroku had created a rough model of the museum's main floor, with small cutouts of stone statues in both hands.
"You can't put Aphrodite next to Apollo," Inuyasha said, shuffling the papers around.
"Why not?" Miroku said.
"Because she's married to—" Inuyasha checked a pile of scribbled notes from one of the chairs. "—Hephaestus."
A frown marred Miroku's brow, leaning over Inuyasha's shoulder. "I thought she was involved with Ares."
"She is. Just not married to him." He pointed to another section of the floor plan. "Which is why Apollo needs to go over here." They continued to murmur and arrange the pieces, going back and forth between the model and their notes, some of which were her own.
If she weren't already light-headed, she would've swooned.
As it was, she must've closed her eyes because the next thing she knew, both males were holding her up and helping her back to the bedroom. "You're supposed to be resting," Miroku chastised.
"And don't even think of sayin' something stupid like work comes first," Inuyasha cut in, yanking back the blankets before half-shoving her onto the bed. "Now stay here, or I'll tie you to it."
Miroku smirked, flashing them both a grin. "You shouldn't talk about things like that while our dear wife is incapacitated. It gives me too many ideas." Inuyasha grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, but Sango caught both their hands, intertwining their fingers.
She squeezed them as much as she could, which wasn't much at all, given her current state. "I can't kiss you, but I want to."
Inuyasha clicked his tongue as Miroku pressed his mouth to the back of her hand. "You must focus on getting better, love. We will handle the delivery."
She squeezed again. "Thank you."
"Keh, go back to sleep. Roku's got soup on the stove. You can have some after a nap." He wrinkled his nose. "And a bath." She stuck her tongue out before her eyes closed, a smile touching her lips a moment before his touched her forehead. "Rest, ya stubborn wench. We need to focus on gettin' yer stuff set up. Not worryin' about you."
"Which you have not stopped doing for a week." Miroku's smug tone followed his husband out of the room, the door closing with a soft click and muffling Inuyasha's response. She'd never know how she lucked out with not one but two doting spouses, but Sango wasn't about to question it. Not while they were so willing to take care of things for her.
And it warmed her heart that she trusted them to do so. She could've spent the next several minutes worrying about whether they'd set things up in the correct spot or how much time she'd have to spend rearranging things once her fever broke, but she knew she wouldn't have to.
Instead, she turned over, letting the fatigue wash over her, knowing they'd be ready to smother her with love and care when she woke.