A/N: Okay my beloved readers, here it is: the final chapter of my MINI-SERIES known as Breaking the Rules. I was actually surprised because some of you still ask for me to extend this story. Obviously those people don't read Author's Notes because I stated from the beginning that this was a planned 8-chapter venture. I'm sorry everyone. After this, I have nothing left for this project. Anything else would be rushed and lame and I won't do that to all of you. I have other plans! I still have to finish Curse of the Gypsy and start my trilogy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or anything related to that. I own the Spiderman and Spiderman 2 novels because I am an obsessive fangirl.

Breaking the Rules

Chapter 8: Meant to be Broken

--Kagome's PoV--

There are rules for everything in this world. Rules to drive your car, to do your homework, and even to eat your food. Sure, most of them are unwritten rules. The kind your parents teach you when you're still green to the way things are, and pick up as you go along. Still, there are rules nonetheless.

There are even rules in love.

The first rule of love is that you should always walk into something with you eyes open, with a clear head and an open mind.

The second rule of love is that you should never let your hormones rule over your head. Common sense is the key-- keep your mind open when going into something because you never know when one carefree night will come back to bite you in the ass.

The third and most important rule of love is probably the most simple. If you find love, real love, the kind of love worth waiting a lifetime for, the kind of love people jump through hoops for, then you should fight to keep it. Anything worth having is hard won. And anything worth fighting for is good for a lifetime.

I broke all of my own rules in the space of a few weeks.

In some small part of my heart, and a bigger part of my mind, was telling myself that I was doing the right thing. My head was saying that it was better this way, that things were too out of hand and that everything I had ever done had only hurt the people around me. I didn't want to hurt Inuyasha. But more over, I didn't want to be hurt. In my heart, that small black part that had hardened a little more with each man who never came back to me, I always suspected that I would leave and that he wouldn't come after me.

I am not the kind of woman that men chase.

I'm good for a fun night, a good time, and a few laughs. Not much else, when it comes to men.

At least, that's always what I always believed. I mean, if I were worth coming after, why didn't the others do it? If I was something special, why didn't the men I picked, the men I loved, ever love me enough to come for me?

Sure, I'm not that much of a looker. I may not drive men to a fit of passion on sight, or suck jewels and declarations of love from them with a crook of my finger, but I'm not repulsive. I'm not without my flaws.

But didn't they always say that the third time's the charm?

Well, I was knocked up by number three. I was hopelessly in love with number three. I was scared, I was lonely, and I was wishing beyond anything that he would come rescue me like he always joked about doing when we'd lay in bed together and talk about comic book superheroes.

So tell me this, where is the charm in number three?


"She's what?" cried Kagura from behind her desk. Sango stood in front of her, sadness etched upon her face as she looked over at her friend and boss.

"She's leaving New York," Sango said again, even sadder now than the first time. "She's moving back in with her mother and grandfather."

"But why?" Kagura asked, her voice holding a thin trace of a whine and her ruby eyes suspiciously bright. "We would help her! I'd give her a job in a second! She could move into my apartment. I have an extra room and it's huge. God, we could help her!"

Sango nodded, dark eyes welling in spite of herself. "I told her that. I begged her even, but Kagome is so stubborn."

"Is this about the baby?" Kagura said suddenly.

Sango shrugged her shoulders. "Your guess is as good as mine. She said she was thinking about moving even before she found out."

"So she told her mother?"

"I don't think she told them she was pregnant yet. So far, the only ones who know are you and me."

Kagura threw her hands up in anger. "She's not even going to tell him, is she?"

"Probably not," Sango said while rubbing her temples. "It kills me that I can't tell Miroku, who could in turn tell Inuyasha. It's just… unfair. The entire situation."

"Why…?" was all Kagura could manage before collapsing into her chair, quickly nearing angry tears. "Why wouldn't she tell the man that she's having his kid!?"

Sango only shook her head. "That's something you'd have to talk to her about. I really can't tell what is going on in that girl's mind anymore. All I know is that she looks so… broken. It's just so bad right now."

Kagura rubbed her eyes with her fingers, shaking her head. "I don't think we can survive without Kagome."

"The magazine will be f--"

"I don't mean the magazine," the editor said, looking up at her friend with a frown. "I mean us."

Sango was silent, but she felt the same way. Something would disappear from both of their lives when Kagome left, and nothing would ever make it right. This was not a change considered to be a good one.


When Sango arrived home that evening, she slowly took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack next to the door. She placed her keys in the bowel on the kitchen counter. It was the same routine she did every night, but tonight it exhausted her for some reason.

Miroku was home; she could hear him singing in the shower-- horribly off-key, too. It relaxed her though. Sango reminded herself to be grateful for what she had. A great job, a wonderful boyfriend, and friends as dear as blood. She had a blessed life compared to what she was living before. When her parents had died, it was up to her to take care of Kohaku until he began college. It was the most difficult time in her life, trying to be a sister and a mother and a student all at once.

In the end, the rewards far outweighed the struggles.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Miroku walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in her fluffy pink bathrobe with a towel wrapped around his head. Sango only raised an eyebrow.

He grinned. "My robe is in the laundry," he explained. "And I didn't feel like walking around naked."

"For once," Sango said.

Miroku smiled again. "It's too cold to just wandered aimlessly. I would, however, be more than happy to do so if you are making a formal request."

She only shook her head and held out her hands to him. Miroku, smile fading into a look of concern, walked over and took her hands. "What's wrong?" He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was fighting back tears.

"Everything is just so screwed up," she confided, biting her bottom lip. "Kagome's leaving."

Miroku opened his mouth to protest, and then closed it in shock. Kagome… leaving? "Does Inuyasha know?"

Sango shrugged. "I doubt it. They haven't exactly been in contact since she moved out."

"He'd want to know if she was leaving," Miroku said with assurance. "Believe me. I just saw him today and he was a total wreck."

Sango looked up at him. Her expression said that there was something else, but she just didn't say it. Miroku, who could read her like an open book, kneeled in front of her and took her face between his hands. Sango leaned into the contact, needing the comfort. "There's something else, isn't there?" he asked.

"I promised Kagome…" she said with a sniff.

"You don't have to tell me," he said with infinite patience. That was one thing Miroku was good at, excelled at. He was, despite being somewhat of a fool, a very honest and comforting person. He was just one of those warm, all around good guys that everyone was drawn to.

Sango shook her head. "You can't tell anyone."

"I won't."

"Promise me," she pressed.

"I promise."

Sango sniffed deeply, nodding her head before meeting his eyes. "Kagome's pregnant."

For a moment, Miroku could say nothing, do nothing, but just stare at her in open amazement. His mouth opened and closed a few times, making him look almost fish-like. Sango began to think she shouldn't have said anything. It was just hard for Miroku to comprehend that Kagome, of all people, would be pregnant.

"Is it… Inuyasha's?" was the first thing he asked.

"Who else?" Sango countered. "He's the only one she's slept with in God knows how long."

Miroku shook his head, getting to his feet. There was silence in the kitchen for a few minutes as he tugged the towel from his head in order to run his hands through his damp hair. Finally, he turned back to Sango with a dark expression. "He has no idea, does he?"

"No," Sango agreed. "Kagome doesn't want him to know."

"But it's his kid," Miroku said seriously. "He has a right to know."

"I know, but it's Kagome's decision to tell him."

"Is that why she's leaving?" he questioned.

"That's what we think."


"The only other person to know, apart from you," she explained, "is Kagura."

Miroku shook his head angrily. "This is insanity."

"Now you know why everything is fucked up," Sango said with a watery sigh. Miroku turned back to her with a soft frown. The tears held at bay since Kagome broke the news to her finally spilled.

"Come here," Miroku said as he wrapped his arms around her. "It'll be okay."

"I don't see how," she mumbled against his shoulder.

"We'll find a way."


He wasn't gay.

That was the first thing people began whispering about once Sesshomaru announced his intention to refinance the magazine known as The Winds of Change. It was a well-known fact that The Winds rivaled The Western Lands since its publication, so naturally it made people wonder why they would be helping out the competition if they were about to fold. Then they realized it was because Sesshomaru Saishi and Kagura Nitao, the editor of said magazine, were romantically involved.

First thoughts were that it was just a show for the public. Or that she was using him for his money, and then would dump him once she got it. But weeks passed since the money changed hands. The Winds was still going and so was the relationship between the two editors.

Now the truth was known. Sesshomaru wasn't gay-- he had just been saving himself for the right woman.

Well, he had found her, and no one could be happier than Jaken. Since his boss's renewed romance with Kagura, the poor little male secretary had been given a lighter load due to Sesshomaru's more pressing social calendar. It also pleased the little man that his boss was happy-- considering he had been working for Sesshomaru since his father ran the business. The boy had never been a very happy person, except during the time Kagura was in his life.

So here it was, a standing relationship between two rival editors. There was talk of a merger, but Kagura firmly said that there would be no such thing anytime soon. They would still independently run their own magazines, though there would be consulting done, as per condition of the contract Kagura signed to receive the refinancing.

Still, it was a rare sight to see Kagura stomping into Sesshomaru's office in the middle of the afternoon. Jaken, so flustered by her appearance, didn't even have time to buzz a warning to his boss before the female editor stormed passed the doors.

Sesshomaru jumped, looking up from his files with a raised eyebrow when the doors were slammed after her dramatic entrance. "Can I help you with something?" he asked calmly.

"What I am about to tell you is in confidence," she said seriously.

Sesshomaru put down his pen and crossed his arms of the books, the picture of intent listening. "Go on."

"Kagome is leaving New York," she began in a rush. "We don't know exactly why, she won't go into details, but Sango and I think it has to do with the fact that she's pregnant with your brother's child." With that, she promptly sat in a chair opposite his desk and frowned. "Is that fucked up, or not?"

There were a few moments of silence when Sesshomaru didn't do so much as move a muscle. Finally, he took a breath, cocked his head to one side and spoke. "Let me get this straight. Kagome, my little brother's ex-wife, is pregnant with his child, but is leaving the city?"

"Yes," Kagura agreed.

"Is he aware of any of that?"


"Not the child or her leaving?"


"I'd say that is a problem."


They were silent again for a while. Sesshomaru reached for the phone on his desk, but Kagura grabbed his hand. "What are you doing?"

"Calling my brother," he said evenly. "Inuyasha may be an idiot, but if he's to be a father, I think he has the right to know."

"I told you that this was in confidence!" Kagura objected. "That means no telling Inuyasha! We promised Kagome."

Sesshomaru shook his head and removed his hand. "If it's his child--"

"No," Kagura said firmly, defensively. "Kagome would never lie about the father of her child. It is Inuyasha's."

"Then why doesn't she want him to know?"

Kagura shook her head. "If I knew, I'd tell you, but I don't. She just said she's leaving and that's it."

"Foolish girl," he said with a sigh.

"I don't know what I'm going to do when she's gone," Kagura said quietly.

Sesshomaru reached across the desk and took one of her hands in his. "Then we'll just have to make sure that she doesn't leave."


It was around nine at night and the streets of New York were dark, apart from the headlights and streetlamps. Two cabs pulled up in front of the same apartment building within seconds of each other. Kagura and Sesshomaru exited the first cab while Sango and Miroku exited the second. For a moment, both couples simply stared at each other.

"What are you doing here?" Kagura and Sango asked each other at the same time.

"We're here to talk to my brother," Sesshomaru replied.

"We're here to talk to my friend," Miroku voiced at the same time.

Both women glared at each other. "You're breaking a promise!" they yelled simultaneously.

"You're going to tell him she's leaving!" Kagura accused.

"You're going to tell him about the baby!" Sango countered.

"We're all here for the same reason," Sesshomaru said with his usual calm. "Why don't we just get this over with?"

"We have to hurry," Miroku reminded. "Kagome's leaving in the morning."

With that reminder buzzing in the air, all four entered the building and headed for Inuyasha's apartment. He was home too, surprisingly. He was sitting on the island in his kitchen, drinking a beer and throwing a ball into his living room for Jewel to fetch. The dog had been feeling pretty low since Buyo left, and he was attempting to cheer her up while getting plastered.

A knock on the door interrupted their game, and Inuyasha hopped off the counter to get the door. He only gave a questioning glance when he saw all four people at his doorway. Luckily for them, he was not yet drunk, or else they would have made the trip for nothing.

"Can I help you?" he asked in mock severity. Then he pushed the door open and began walking back to the kitchen. If they followed, fine. If not, he didn't much care. They followed.

"Inuyasha, we have to talk to you," Miroku said, catching up with his friend.

"It's about Kagome," Sango added, coming up on his other side.

Just the sound of her name made him flinch. The pain he had endured from that woman was enough to last him a lifetime. He'd washed his hands of her. "I don't care," he said darkly.

"You will," Miroku said gravely.

"I highly doubt that," his friend replied, shaking free of Miroku's grasp and hopping back onto the counter in the kitchen. "Though I am happy to have so many people here just to tell me that something's wrong with my ex-wife."

"Can the bitterness," Kagura said with a frown. "You're not the only one allowed down the self-pity trail, okay?"

Inuyasha only smiled as he took another gulp of his beer. "I thought it was supposed to be a lonely road," he laughed.

"Inuyasha, thinks have changed," Sango said delicately. "There are things we think you should know."

"Such as?" he asked with a smile and a questioning look. They could tell that he didn't care. He was sarcastically humoring them; that was all.

"She's leaving," Sesshomaru said. It was the first time he had spoken since he came in. Now he walked forward, motioning for the others to back off and let him talk to his brother. Kagura hooked an arm around both Sango and Miroku, steering them into the living room.

"Let him deal with Inuyasha," she told them. "He knows what to do."

Inuyasha only looked at his brother with vague interest. "Leaving you say? She already left, brother dear."

"She's leaving New York, moron," Sesshomaru said dryly. "Moving back home with her mother."

"What do I care?" Inuyasha asked, his mood shifting to anger now. He drank more, trying to shove the hurt to the back of his mind.

"You care," Sesshomaru said simply. "You care because you're in love with her. And you'll care even more because she's pregnant."

The beer stopped halfway to Inuyasha's mouth. His head turned slowly, amber eyes burning when his gaze met that of his brother's. "If you're lying to me…"

"I have no reason to lie," Sesshomaru said simply. He waved a hand toward the door. "Those three out there have been running about like chickens without heads, trying to decide whether to tell you or not since Kagome doesn't want anyone to know."

"She's pregnant… you're sure?"

"We're sure," Sango said from the door. "I went to the doctor with her."

"We think that's why she's leaving," Kagura added.

"We also think you should go after her," Miroku concluded.

Inuyasha was silent for a long moment, his head down to shield his expression. Finally, he hopped off the counter and shook his head. "She made her decision. She dumped me. I'm not going to go beg her to come back."

"But, Inuyasha," Miroku objected. "Look at yourself! You're a mess, man." He shook his head and sighed. "If you love her, then you should go after her. It's that simple."

"Especially since she's having your kid," Sango added with attitude.

Inuyasha shook his head. "If she wanted me in her life, she wouldn't have left. And she would have told me about the kid." With more resolve he stated, "No, I'm not going after her."


Kagome took one last, sad look around her apartment. It was always so homey, so cluttered and lived in. It was the first place she had ever lived on her own, and she would miss it. All the posters and pictures had been taken from the walls, giving it an abandoned look. The stain on the carpet where she had once spilled a bottle of Arbor Mist looked at her sadly from the corner of the living room.

All of her things had been packed up and shipped out to the Shrine already. The rest she had given to Souta that morning. He and Shippou had generously agreed to drive her things back to New Jersey while she caught a train later that morning. Kohaku, due to his job, promised to do a final cleaning to the apartment after she was gone.

It was a bittersweet moment for Kagome, letting go of something so precious to her in the wake of embracing something new. She placed a tentative hand over her abdomen and allowed herself a moment of weakness.

"At least I have a part of it," she whispered to the empty apartment. "Part of that time when I was truly happy." Part of Inuyasha, was silently added.

Buyo had been driven down with the boys, so all she had with her was two envelopes. Tucking them beneath her arm, Kagome turned and walked from her apartment for the last time. She went to the street and hailed a cab heading for the home office of The Winds. She never looked back.

Upon arriving at her old place of business, she was the recipient of many looks. Some were happy, warm in greeting and hopeful of her return. Others were harsh, an underlying message to get out and stay away. She didn't heed either, as she strode in the elevator and got off on the last floor. She nodded to Yura, who had been aware of her arrival, and walked into Kagura's office.

The editor leapt to her feet. She had not been informed that Kagome was coming. And apparently Sango was unaware as well, since she froze when the ex-journalist strode inside. Yura had called her up.

"I wanted to say goodbye before I left," Kagome said with a sad smile. "My train is in an hour."

Sango moved forward in protest. "Kagome, please--"

"I wanted to give you this," she overrode with determination. She handed the two envelopes to Kagura. The first was a huge manila package that she easily slit open with a long nail. Dumping the contents on to her desk, she gasped and looked from Kagome to the papers.

"How did you get this?" she breathed. Kagura's hand fluttered very close to her throat and she looked ready to cry.

"What is it?" Sango asked, hurrying to the desk to see. Spread on the desk were papers regarding the whereabouts of Naraku and his investors, as well as proof of their attempts to blackmail. There was a location of where the stolen money had gone, and even three files of police reports.

Kagome smiled. "Kanna, Naraku's assistant, came to my apartment yesterday. She gave me all of this and asked me to give it to you. She's disappearing, and I'm not going to ask you to find her."

"Why did she do this?" Sango asked, picking up a few files.

"She hated Naraku," Kagome said with a frown. "She only worked for him because, believe it or not, he was her father. He used her, ignored her, and made her miserable. You know," Kagome smiled slightly, "she told me that I was the only person who ever offered her a soda."

"She gave up her father over a soda?" Kagura asked with a raise eyebrow.

"I think it was being noticed," Kagome replied.

"What's in this one?" Sango asked, picking up a smaller white envelope. Opening it, she pulled out a few typed pages.

"My final article," Kagome declared. "I'm going to try something new now." She looked down at herself, a hand over her stomach, then she looked back up at her two friends. "I never wanted to be a journalist, or an advice writer," she admitted. "I always wanted to be a great novelist. After my father died, I just couldn't find a way to tell stories like I used to. That's why I took this job, Kagura, because I couldn't do what I wanted."

"But you can now?" the editor asked.

Kagome smiled. "I have a new reason to. I'll have a fresh mind to infect with stories soon." There was a brief pause before Kagome rushed forward and hugged both Sango and Kagura. They embraced her as well, holding on as if they would never let her go.

Eventually, when she did pull back, they were both in tears. Kagome sniffled. "Don't cry," she begged. "You'll make me start!"

"Don't go," Kagura said roughly. "We can take care of you. It doesn't have to be this way."

Kagome shook her head. "This is what I want."

With that said, the former writer walked away. She couldn't look back, lest her resolve crumble. This was another chapter closed on her life, something she would look back on and learn from and tell her baby about for years to come. With a self-affirming nod, Kagome left for the train station.


The train had come. It would be departing within the next ten or fifteen minutes. Kagome had no idea why she was so reluctant to get on board. Every time she got within a few feet of the doors, she'd inexplicably burst into tears and have to rush away until she could get herself under control.

She kept telling herself that this was right. That this was what she wanted. But it was a lie. What she wanted was to tell Inuyasha how she felt, to tell him about the baby, to ask him to let her stay. She wouldn't do that. Perhaps it was pride, or even fear, but she was dead set against ever seeing the man again.

Shaking her head, she sat on one of the small benches, trying to summon the courage to get on board the train. She held her head in her hands, finding her inner strength. Or at least, she had almost found it, when someone came up beside her.

"Is this seat taken?"

Kagome looked up so fast, she thought she'd get whiplash. Standing in front of her, one hand in his pocket and the other indicated the empty bench beside her, was Inuyasha. He looked a little flushed, like he'd run from the street into the station in an attempt to find her, but was now playing it casual.

She felt herself go pale, but then shook her head. He settled beside her. "Thanks."

"What are you doing here?" Kagome felt herself saying.

"I needed to talk to you before you disappeared without a trace," he said calmly. It sounded as if he was exerting a good deal of control.

Suddenly Kagome understood. "They told you, didn't they?"

"It is true?" he countered. He was looking at his feet, not trusting himself to look her in the face.

Kagome felt her eyes water as she looked over at him, studying his profile and not believing her senses, not believing that he was really there. "Yes," was all she could muster, and it came out as a whisper.

That was when he looked up at her. The degree of hurt in his gold eyes made her eyes overflow and her heart break into a thousand pieces. "How could you not tell me?"

"I wanted to," Kagome said at once. Honestly, from her heart. "But it was so hard to leave the first time… how hard would it have been if you had known about the baby? I never would have had the strength."

"Did you have to leave?" he asked, almost angrily. "You could have stayed. I would have taken care of you."

"I know," Kagome said sadly. "But it was all a lie."

He looked at her steadily, intensely. His eyes burned into her and made Kagome shiver in response. "It wasn't a lie to me."

"You would have been ruined by me," she said in response, trying to make him understand.

"Answer something for me," he said quietly, looking away from her face.

"Anything," Kagome breathed, sincerely. This was so hard she thought she'd break into a thousand pieces.

"Do you love me?" he asked. "Or was it a lie?"

Kagome's first thought was to lie. To tell him no so that he would leave and she could disappear with their child and let him live the kind of life he deserved. That was the real reason for her leaving, to save him the humiliation of being linked to her. She knew that embarrassment would eventually lead to resentment, and that would kill her.

But as she steadily looked at him, the lie on her tongue withered and died. There was no way her heart would let her tell such a horrendous lie. "It wasn't a lie," she said so quietly he could barely hear her. "I loved you then, and I love you now."

He looked at her then, piercing her with a golden gaze. Kagome felt the tears pour down her cheeks, but she made no move to wipe them away. She sat there, totally exposed and feeling freer than she ever had in her life. Even if he rejected her now, left her there shattered and heart broken, she would survive. She wouldn't hide away like she had after the others. Inuyasha had given her something that neither Hojo nor Kouga had ever given her before. He gave her hope, and he gave her a child to love.

Finally, he nodded and got to his feet. For a moment, Kagome feared that he was simply going to walk away, but then he reached down and grabbed her hands. He tugged her to her feet just before he pulled her to him and covered her mouth with his own.

Kagome was so shocked she didn't know what to do but let him kiss her. Her body moved on autopilot, opening her mouth and snaking her arms around his neck. They stood there, in the center of the train station for what seemed like hours but was only a matter of seconds. When he pulled back, Kagome was thoroughly shaken.

"You're not leaving," he said fervently.

"I don't want to leave," Kagome admitted.

He smiled and she smiled back. "You'll come home with me?"

"Are you officially asking me back?"

Inuyasha was quiet for a moment. "I'll let you know in the morning," he said with a nod. Taking her hand, he led her back outside into the streets of New York.


"For the first time in her life, the man she loved came back for her. And they lived happily ever after." Kagome finished reading the manuscript, placing the final page on the top of the pile. She smiled to herself, picking it up and gently taping it on the table so all the pages fell in order. Twisting it around, she looked over the title page.

Breaking the Rules was emblazoned across the center of the page, and just beneath it read: A novel by Kagome Saishi. She sighed happily, looking at her work. Her first complete novel. Something dreams were made of.

She placed her left hand over her stomach, which had grown in considerable size over the last seven months. The gold band on her finger glittered brightly as it caught the light from the nearby lamp. "Inuyasha, come here," she called.

Her husband, drying his hands on a dishtowel, walked into what used to be his study. "What?" he asked.

"I finished it," she said with a proud smile, handing him the stack of papers.

"Breaking the Rules, huh? Catchy title for a trashy romance."

Kagome laughed, tossing a nearby pen at his head. "One of many, if you play your cards right."

Inuyasha smiled at her before slipping the book into an envelope. "I'll leave it out in the living room for when Kagura comes by later."

"I don't think she'll have time to come this afternoon," Kagome said with a grin. She gripped the side of the desk to help her keep her balance when she got to her feet. "You know that she's swamped with all that business regarding the merger of the magazines, and all the politics with her new publishing company, and wedding plans to top it off."

"True," Inuyasha admitted. "I still find it hard to believe that my brother is getting married."

"I still find it hard to believe that we're married," she admitted.

"Oh well," he said with a grin. "We'll just have to try and con Miroku and Sango to tie the knot next."

"Don't hold your breath on that one," Kagome laughed. "Those two are happy living in sin."

He laughed. "Figures."

"They'll come around, eventually," she told him with a smile.

"Maybe," he agreed. "I'll still leave this in the living room, just in case she needs somewhere to hide and shows up."

"I married a genius," Kagome laughed.

"Well, that's true," Inuyasha said as he leaned down and kissed his wife gently before pulling back. "Come on, I made your favorite for dinner."

"You cooked it?" She asked, impressed. "And it didn't burn? It's a miracle."

"Haha," he laughed sarcastically, but helped her to the kitchen anyway.

Sometimes they were so disgustingly happy, Kagome was sure that it was just another dream. But it was real, as close to a happily ever after two people in the real world could ever get. She thanked her lucky stars every day, for finally letting her get one right. Mostly she thanked her father, whom she had no doubt was still watching over her.

Inuyasha thanked Atlantic City, for allowing drunken people to get married. He also thanked alcohol, without which he would have never found the woman of his dreams.

Neither of them were really sure what they would say to their son when he was old enough to ask how they met, but they figured they'd jump off that bridge when they got there. They got lucky; that was all. After all, rules were made to be broken.

The End

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed this story-- and even those who read but didn't review. This story was a labor of love and I am ecstatic that so many people gave such a great response to it. Please remember to check out my other fics-- and keep an eye out for my upcoming stories as well. Another thanks to all my readers, because you make writing worthwhile.

Sincerely Yours,

Jasmine AKA Jazz the Wolf Demon