Kagome woke up after two days of sleeping. She sat up and held her head; then her eyes widened when she remembered. Her hand made its way to her now small bump, she was indeed pregnant, but instead of crying, she smiled. She was going to be a mother, even though the baby inside of her was not made of love, it did come from someone she knew and had somewhat of a past with. The pup's father was strong and handsome; she only hoped that he would not find them and try to take the baby. She sighed and stepped outside. It was snowing, and the lands were already covered; winter had come early. She was warm, though. Kagome had a long plan dark green dress on; it was not the best outfit, but it was soft, and it went to the ground, trailing behind her just a bit, the sleeves covering her hands, which she liked. She looked around and saw Miroku, Sango, and Shippo building a fire. She smiled and walked around, keeping her distance from them, she just wanted to be alone, and she wanted to watch them.
Kaede noticed Kagome come out but decided to leave her alone. Kagome sat in the snow, on her knees with her hands in her lap, and watched them play; Miroku and Sango were close to each other. Kagome smiled, knowing they had finally found each other in a loving way. She sighed; she wished she could find someone to love.
Sesshomaru had made his way to the village as soon as the snow started to fall. He was almost there. He stopped at the edge of the forest when he saw her sitting in the snow; she was watching her friends, not facing his direction. He watched her closely; he could not come out right now with her friends there; well, he could, but he didn't want to; he didn't want to have to deal with them.
He watched as she sighed. He felt a small tug, a small aura he didnt recognize. He looked around but as soon as it came to him, it left, and he brushed it off as nothing. He noted that her scent had changed; she smelt like herself and a mixture of him, but that was because he had taken her body, but he thought the smell would be gone by now, but it was of no matter.
Kagome felt a little sad in her heart; she wanted someone to love, someone to love her, and now her unborn child. She watched as Miroku and Sango danced in the snow.
After a while, Kagome stood up. Sesshomaru's eyes widen just a bit.
So the wench was with another man; she is baring a child, no matter I will still get the power I seek; it will not stop me.
Sesshomaru watched and hid behind a tree, hiding his aura again so she didn't pick it up. She made her way deep into the woods, and he followed. She bent down and picked a small flower poking up from the snow.
"Poor flower all alone, nothing to keep you warm," Kagome said as she held it to her chest. The snow would soon kill it. She turned back around; she didn't want to go too far, and that's when she met his eyes; instead of screaming, she gasped and let the flower fall to the ground. He could not help but let anger build suddenly at the site of her; she stepped back a few steps, she almost tripped and fell back, but with a swift movement, Sesshomaru grabbed her by the wrist and held her up close to him. Her tiny little bump pressed against him. She was scared, but he paid no mind to that; he was currently engaged in her scent, the smell of a small aura hitting him, trying to protect its mother from the inside.
It is a demon child, a full demon child! How is this possible?
He growled and pushed his aura, hoping the small child inside of her would summit. To his surprise, the child's aura mixed around his and settled down as if it felt safe and warm, not frightened. Sesshomaru growled again and looked into her eyes.
"Who's child do you, bare woman?"
Shock and hurt graced her eyes.
How, how could he ask me that?
"Woman, who have you laid with other than this Sesshomaru? Whose child do you bear?
"How, how could you ask me that?"
He pushed her away, glaring, his eyes falling to her bump. She ran her hand over it in protection.
"I'm growing impatient; you will answer me."
"Only you, you jerk!" She yelled back at him, not that it was his right to know.
"You lie,"
Before he knew it, she slapped him hard, his face tilting to the side, she was angry, and a lone tear fell down her face. Still, with his face tilted, his eyes glided to her.
"It's your child, you bastard! It's your child!" she screamed at him with all her willpower. She put her hands to her face and cried hard as she ran away from him. He let her go; he could not believe what had just happened; he could not believe the words she had said.
My child?