Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.

A/N: Written for Raindrops of Fire, who was the 100th person to add me to their Favorite Authors list. Thanks again!


Dedicated to Minakiwi. Congratulations on the birth of your twins!


Sango looked up at her husband and sighed happily as she passed the bundle into his outstretched arms.

Miroku pressed his lips to his wife's forehead, still wet with perspiration. Then his gaze turned to the baby nestled in the crook of his arm.

"A womanizer like you…" Sango said with a weary smile. "I know you must have wanted a son to follow in your lecherous footsteps."

Miroku said nothing, but brushed his hand against the child's cheek. A tiny palm reached out and wrapped itself around one of his fingers, and his breath caught in his throat.

He took the baby's hand in his own, and examined the little palm: Smooth, whole, perfect. A shining symbol of hope and renewal. Here was proof: The curse that had plagued his line for three generations was gone for good.

"No, Sango," Miroku breathed, cradling his daughter to him close. "She's everything I ever wanted."