A/N: Self-edited. You are warned.

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Chapter Three




(7 weeks)


It was humiliating.

Miroku rolled from his side to his back while he lay in the middle of his bed, glaring up at the ceiling. He had been so out of himself the previous night that Sango had had to undress him – and not in the sexy way, either. No no. In the, "Oh my god, did he poop himself?!" way. Which, he didn't! But, if he did, he had every right to! A freaking half demon had almost killed him.

So, after being babied into the shower by his ex-girlfriend, she had left him to wash himself to go make dinner – his favorite meal, macaroni and cheese with cut up hotdogs.

She had eaten it with him, in relative silence on the couch. He was really unsure of what to say, so, he tried apologizing again around his food. And then asked the question that had been on his mind since she got there: "You're not mad?"

"Of course I'm mad," Sango replied quietly, dropping her fork in her bowl. "But, Miroku, you've been my best friend since junior high. I'm very upset that you knocked up some, some strange girl. But I love you – as a friend. And I want to be there for you through this – as a friend. I think we've proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that we don't work as anything more than friends, so … so let me be there for you through this, okay?" She reached out and took his hand in hers. "We'll get through this together."

"As friends," he had reiterated, unable to look her in the eyes.

She nodded. "As best friends."

Seriously. Humiliating.

He pushed the blankets off his body and stretched himself awake. He still had to power through work and then Kagome had invited him to her doctor's appointment that afternoon. He'd have to use his lunch break to go with her … and probably Inuyasha.

He shivered a little at the thought of being in the same room as Inuyasha again.

'But,' he sighed as he stood, 'come hell or high water, I'm going to be involved in this kid's life. Let's just – let's just hope I'm not murdered before the kid is born.'


It was humiliating.

Kagome's face burned as Inuyasha barked out orders to the nurse as to what STDs to test for, the nurse nodding and not speaking in clear terror of the angry inu hanyou in the room. Over the past twenty four hours Kagome had had to surrender every single thing she owned over to her boyfriend, from her cell phone to her laptop, for him to inspect and go over. He was making her leave her home and move into his apartment with him (a step that she had been dying to take for almost two years! It seemed like such a hollow victory now). And, she was surrendering her blood to whatever tests he wanted done.

He insisted it was only going to get worse.

She didn't doubt him for a second.

"Just hurry up and take the blood for it before he gets here," Kagome begged the nurse in a whisper, unable to look at her in the face.

Inuyasha stood at her side, arms crossed over his chest. "Keh – he should get it done too. Freaking bastard, I can't believe you asked him here."

Her face burned hotter, the heat trickling down her neck and to her chest as the nurse began looking for a vein on her arm. He had come to her last night in a terrible mood, literally tearing her home apart to look for incriminating evidence. He hadn't stopped being on the defensive since then. She understood he was angry, she understood he had every right to be angry with her and to not trust her. And she was grateful that he wanted to stay with her, even after she had made such a huge mistake. But did he have to embarrass her in front of relative strangers? "Well, what am I supposed to do, Inuyasha? Not let him be involved?"

"You could at least wait until we've sat down with the lawyers!" He yelled, his voice bouncing off the walls. "We don't even know what type of guy he is! We could've at least waited for Shippou to get a hold of him, Kagome! He doesn't have any right to be here."

The nurse pulled the needle out of Kagome's arm, taking the vile of blood over to the counter, an awkward stiffness in her shoulders as she did so.

Kagome glared at Inuyasha. "He has every right to be here."

He glared back at her, his lips twisting into a snarl. "You sayin' I don't?"

She sighed exasperatedly. "That's not what I'm saying!"

"Um," the nurse squeaked, "just make yourself comfortable, Ms. Higurashi. Go ahead and put your feet in the stirrups. The doctor will be in in just a minute."

Kagome nodded, cheeks blushing again. The nurse closed the door behind her and she fell back onto the exam table, head hitting the small pillow a little harder than she expected. "God," she mumbled, rubbing the back of her head, "just kill me now, please. Just let me die right now, God."

Inuyasha walked across the room, standing as far away from her as he possibly could.

"What are you doing?" She asked, sitting up on her elbows and letting her eyes snap in his direction.

He raised an eyebrow. "Avoiding the inevitable lightning strike."

"Ha ha!" Kagome exclaimed, sarcasm dripping her voice. "You are hilarious!"

"Oh yeah, self preservation is so funny!"

She glared at him as fiercely as she possibly could. "Maybe you should go."

The door opened and Miroku poked his head in. "Oh good, this is your room." He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "The last two have been very upset with me. I think it may have something to do with the door/stirrup location."

"Maybe I should go?!" Inuyasha yelled, ignoring Miroku's existence. "Maybe I should go?!"

Miroku's eyes widened and he held his hands up in surrender, back resting against the door. "The wounds on my neck have only just started to scab-"

"Yes! Maybe you should go!" Kagome yelled back, also ignoring Miroku's existence. "You act like you're the only one this is affecting! NEWSFLASH! I'm in the stirrups, here! Which, by the way, Miroku – for the love of God, move away from them!" She tugged on the blanket over her lap, trying to cover herself better.

Miroku quickly jumped and moved away from the door, backing over to stand closer to Kagome's shoulders.

"Well, who the hell is supposed to pay for all this?" Inuyasha asked, waving a hand over the entire office. "Huh? 'Cause you sure as hell don't have health insurance, and I doubt you can afford a damn baby, Kagome. You gonna pay for this, bozo?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at Miroku.

"Me?" Miroku asked, pointing at himself. "Well, I suppose I could. I'm certainly not against contributing-"

"CONTRIBUTING!" Inuyasha interrupted. "Oh, he's all for CONTRIBUTING!"He threw his arms in the air. "I think you've contributed enough, don't you? No, I asked you if you were gonna pay for it!"

Miroku blinked at him a few times. "Inuyasha, I realize this is hard on all of us involved-"

"No shit, Sherlock."

"But I think, for the sake of the baby, we need to act … perhaps we can discuss financial matters without shouting so loud we tear the paint off the doctor's office walls?"

Inuyasha let out a low, quiet growl. "I'll discuss financial matters with whatever tone of voice I feel like discussing them!"

The office door opened and a small woman in a white coat entered, carrying a clipboard. "Okay, not that this hasn't be fun to listen to," she said, hitting Inuyasha in the back of the head with her clipboard, "but get out."

He turned a glare to the doctor. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," she said, not missing a beat. "You're loud and causing a ruckus, so, only the mother and father can be in here now. And are you the mother or the father?"

Inuyasha cursed at her, loudly, before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

Kagome winced as the doctor took a seat on the stool in the center of the room. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "This is all - it's just happening so fast. And he was gone for months, and as soon as he comes back ... it's like, a terrible surprise."

The doctor smiled at her. "A baby is never a terrible surprise." Her eyes fluttered over to Miroku, who was standing at Kagome's side and looking like he felt quite uncomfortable about being in the room. "Even if its someone else's."

Miroku smiled at her slightly. "Would you mind telling him that?"

A/N: I fiddled with this for like a week. Still not sure about it. What do you guys think?