Kagome's belly grew more prominent as the month progressed, but her complexion became paler, and her body grew weaker. The once energetic and vibrant girl found herself bedridden, unable to perform even the simplest of tasks. Kagome's appetite dwindled, and she stopped eating altogether. The pain she experienced was excruciating, radiating from her abdomen throughout her entire body. It was an unrelenting agony that left her breathless and writhing in discomfort.
One day, as Kagome lay in bed, her body aching and her spirit broken, the sound of a knock on the door startled her. "Kagome! Are you awake?" a familiar voice called out. It was the doctor who came to check on her condition.
"Y-Yes, I'm awake..." Kagome replied weakly, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.
The doctor entered the room and approached Kagome's bedside, his brow furrowed with concern. "How are you feeling?" he asked, gently touching her swollen belly.
Kagome's eyes welled up with tears as she struggled to articulate her pain. "I'm still in a lot of pain," she explained, "It's unbearable."
The doctor nodded sympathetically, understanding the toll the pregnancy took on Kagome's body. He reassured her that he would do everything in his power to alleviate her suffering, prescribing more vital pain medication and advising her to rest.
As the days turned into weeks, Kagome's condition continued to deteriorate. She remained bedridden, haunted by the constant pain. Her once rosy cheeks had become hollow, and her eyes were sunken and lifeless. The once vibrant and energetic girl was now a shell of her former self.
Kagome's family and friends watched helplessly as she battled the unbearable pain. They tried to comfort her and distract her from her suffering, but nothing seemed to work. Kagome's spirit was slowly fading away, and they feared the worst.
One day, Kagome remained in bed, her body aching and boredom gnawing at her mind. She attempted to rise, mustering enough strength to succeed. Her feet tangled as she searched for something, and she fell over. It was as if she had forgotten how to walk. The loud thud of her body hitting the floor reverberated through the room, prompting Sango, Miroku, and Inuyasha to rush in, their expressions etched with concern.
"Kagome!" Inuyasha exclaimed, his voice laced with alarm as he saw her groaning on the ground. Sango and Miroku gasped, their eyes wide with disbelief at the sight unfolding before them. Inuyasha swiftly moved to her side, reaching out to help her up.
"I'm okay. Please, do not fret over me," Kagome said, her voice weak yet determined as she tried to convince them to leave so she could be alone. Her beloved Sesshomaru had left to attend to pressing matters in the West. "Please, do not tell Sesshomaru. He worries too much," Kagome pleaded, her voice laced with concern and affection. Understanding her wishes, they nodded solemnly.
Kagome's pregnancy progressed as two months passed, and she found herself seven months along. Her belly had grown significantly, protruding outward with a remarkable roundness. Sesshomaru, recognizing the approach of her birthing time, remained by her side incessantly, his unwavering presence providing comfort and support.
Kagome's physical strength had diminished considerably. The once vibrant and active woman now found it challenging to even rise from her resting place. Her daily routine became simplified to the bare necessities: eating, attending to her bodily needs, and surrendering to sleep. Despite her weakened state, Sesshomaru ensured that she lacked nothing.
With unwavering devotion, Sesshomaru remained by her side at all times. As Kagome slept, he would sit beside her, his watchful eyes ensuring her peaceful slumber. When nature called, he would gently assist her in rising and guide her to the bathroom. Meals were no longer a solitary affair for Kagome, as Sesshomaru lovingly fed her, ensuring she received the nourishment her body and their unborn child required.
Their bond grew stronger daily, and Kagome found solace in Sesshomaru's unwavering presence. His staunch support and care gave her the strength to endure the physical challenges of her pregnancy, knowing that she was not alone in this journey. Together, they eagerly awaited the arrival of their child, the love and anticipation in their hearts growing with each passing moment.
The Day Of Her Birthing Day (Sorry for the skip!!!)
Kagome sat patiently, her heart filled with anticipation and trepidation. She had been waiting for Sesshomaru, her beloved demon lord, to return from his hunting expedition. Little did she know that the moment she had been eagerly awaiting would soon arrive, accompanied by an unexpected twist of fate.
As she sat there, a peculiar sensation washed over her. It was as if something within her body had shifted, accompanied by a soft popping sound. Alarmed, she felt a warm liquid trickling down her legs. Panic surged through her veins as she realized that her water had broken.
"Sesshomaru!" Kagome called out, her voice filled with urgency. Her voice echoed through the tranquil surroundings, reaching Sesshomaru's ears as he returned to her, carrying a sumptuous meal he had prepared with love.
Hearing the desperation in Kagome's voice, Sesshomaru's heart skipped a beat. He instantly abandoned the food he was carrying and rushed towards her quarters. His eyes widened in shock and concern as he slid the door open.
"Sesshomaru, my water broke," Kagome whispered, her eyes shimmering with fear and excitement.
Sesshomaru knelt beside her, his strong arms enveloping her gently. He could feel her trembling with anticipation. "Do not worry," he whispered, his voice deep and reassuring. "This Sesshomaru is here."
With unwavering determination, Sesshomaru carefully lifted Kagome into his arms and carried her to their bed chamber, laying her down with the utmost care. He then prepared everything they would need to welcome their child into the world.
Inside the chamber, Kagome lay on a bed of soft furs, her face pale and sweaty. She gripped Sesshomaru's hand tightly, her eyes pleading for reassurance. Sesshomaru squeezed her hand in return, his heart aching at the sight of her pain. With his unwavering sense of responsibility and concern for her well-being, Sesshomaru rallied his trusted medics and skilled midwives to attend to her labor.
The medics and midwives bustled around Kagome, their voices low and urgent. They checked her vitals, administered potions, and offered words of encouragement. Sesshomaru watched anxiously, his senses heightened as he listened for any sign of progress.
Kagome's labor pains grew stronger as the hours passed, but she bore them with unwavering courage, knowing that Sesshomaru was by her side. With each contraction, Sesshomaru held her hand tightly, whispering words of encouragement into her ear.
Suddenly, a cry pierced the air, filling the chamber with joy and relief. Kagome had given birth to a healthy baby boy with silver hair and golden eyes, a testament to his yokai and human heritage.
Sesshomaru stepped forward, his heart swelling with love and pride. He took Kagome's hand and kissed it gently, his eyes filled with tears. Kagome smiled weakly, her exhaustion forgotten in the presence of her beloved and their newborn son.
The medics and midwives cleaned and swaddled the baby, then placed him in Kagome's arms. She held him close, her touch gentle and loving. Sesshomaru stood beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder, a silent promise of his unwavering support.
Kagome held her newborn baby in her arms, her heart overflowing with love and joy. Sesshomaru stood beside her, his eyes filled with pride and adoration. Together, they welcomed their precious bundle of joy into their lives, a testament to their enduring love and the unbreakable bond that united them.
As Kagome gently relinquished their newborn child into Sesshomaru's arms, a sudden heaviness settled over her. The once steady beat of her heart faltered, each pulse growing weaker as darkness encroached on the edges of her vision. She struggled to maintain focus, her breath shallow and labored.
"Kagome?" Sesshomaru's voice cut through the mounting dread, a tremor of fear lacing his words as he witnessed her gradual decline. Panic surged within him as he realized the gravity of the situation unfolding before him. His beloved, the woman he cherished above all else, was slipping away.
With a desperate urgency, Sesshomaru's command rang through the halls, summoning healers with a forceful plea. They arrived swiftly, their footsteps echoing with purpose as they converged around Kagome, their expressions solemn and determined.
Their diagnosis was swift and grim—a rare and devastating affliction threatened to claim Kagome's life. The healers' words were measured and somber as they explained the dire truth to Sesshomaru. "She is dying," they affirmed, their voices heavy with the weight of their professional obligation.
A hush fell over the room, broken only by the harsh reality of their words. Sesshomaru's typically composed demeanor cracked with a surge of primal fury. The mere thought of losing Kagome of a life without her radiant presence ignited his fierce resolve. "There is little time," they conveyed softly, their eyes betraying the weight of their solemn duty. "The only way she can be saved," one healer ventured cautiously, "is through a transformation into a demon. It is risky, but her only chance at a normal life."
Gently, yet with steely determination, Sesshomaru entrusted their newborn child into the capable arms of a midwife, a silent plea for protection and care. His heart ached at the separation, the pang of parting tempered only by the urgency of the task before him.
Turning back to Kagome, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of love and desperation, Sesshomaru cradled her fragile form against his chest. "This Sesshomaru will not let you go," he vowed quietly, his voice a fierce whisper as he cradled her fragile form against his chest. Tenderly, he laid her down with the utmost care, his hands shaking with emotion as he prepared for what he knew must be done. His touch was tender yet firm as he sought to convey his unyielding commitment. "Stay with me," he murmured fervently, praying against the encroaching darkness. He could not lose her, not like this.
In a swift motion, Sesshomaru retrieved a ceremonial blade, its blade gleaming with ancient power in the dim light of their chamber. With deliberate precision, he drew the knife across his skin, a sharp intake of breath punctuating the solemn ritual. Blood welled from the wound, carrying the essence of his demon lineage, a potent force that pulsed with raw vitality.
Carefully, reverently, Sesshomaru brought the wound to Kagome's lips, his gaze unwavering as he implored her to drink and accept the transformative power that could defy death itself. "Take it," he urged softly, his voice trembling with emotion. "Take this Sesshomaru's strength, Kagome. For our future together," he urged, his voice a fervent plea threaded with love and desperation. "Survive, Kagome. For our child, for us."
As Kagome hesitated, the air crackled with palpable tension, her weakened form trembling against his. But then, with a quiet nod of understanding, she yielded to his plea, her lips parting to accept the life-giving essence that flowed from him. In that charged moment, as Sesshomaru held her close, their spirits intertwined in a fragile dance of hope.
The room held its breath as Kagome hesitated, her weakened form trembling against his. But then, with a faint nod of understanding, she accepted his offering, her lips parting to drink deeply of the transformative essence that flowed from him.
In that charged moment, as Sesshomaru held her close, their spirits intertwined in a fragile dance of hope and sacrifice. The air hummed with an otherworldly energy, a potent blend of love and magic that defied the boundaries of mortality.
After Kagome's blood mingled with Sesshomaru's, she fell silent, her breathing growing harsh with each passing moment. A few moments later, her eyes fluttered open, and she took in her surroundings, her senses heightened, catching every tiny sound. She looked around sharply, her gaze searching for something.
"Sesshomaru... I'm alive?" Kagome whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. She slowly sat up and reached out to embrace him tightly. "I'm alive!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.
As she pulled away, Kagome looked at her hands, noticing the long claws that had replaced her nails. "Sesshomaru, where is our child? What is the gender?" she asked eagerly, her questions tumbling out one after another.
Sesshomaru chuckled softly and called for the midwife to bring their newborn over. The midwife carefully placed the tiny bundle in Kagome's arms. Kagome gazed down at her child, her heart melting with love.
"Our child looks like...you," Kagome spoke softly, her voice filled with awe.
Sesshomaru nodded in agreement. "Indeed. It is a boy, my love," he responded, his eyes shining with pride.
Kagome smiled softly, her heart overflowing with happiness. "Haru... That shall be his name," she whispered.
"A lovely choice," Sesshomaru agreed, his voice deep and resonant.
As Kagome held Haru close, she felt overwhelming gratitude for the miracle of life. She kissed her son's forehead gently, promising to protect him with all her heart.
After a few moments, Kagome's companions, Sango, Miroku, and Shippo, enter the building to congratulate her on the birth of her newborn son, Haru. They all smile at Kagome and coo at the baby sleeping peacefully in her arms.
Inuyasha enters quietly, his footsteps barely making a sound. He stands in the doorway, watching Kagome and her friends momentarily. Kagome looks up and sees him, her heart skipping a beat. Inuyasha looks at her softly, his amber eyes filled with emotions. He walks towards her, and she can't help but notice how handsome he is.
"Kagome.." Inuyasha says her name softly, his voice husky and emotional. Kagome responds, "Inuyasha.."
"Congrats.." He speaks softly, his gaze fixed on her. Kagome smiles and nods, "Thank you."
There is a moment of silence between them, and the tension in the air is thick. Inuyasha finally breaks the silence, "We were supposed to be together… We were supposed to share this moment. I regret it all," he says, his voice tinged with sadness.
Kagome's heart aches at his words. She knows that he is right. They were supposed to be together, but fate had other plans. "I know, but fate had other plans," she replies.
Inuyasha looks away, his jaw clenching. "I'm sure you get to share this moment with Kikyo, your first love," Kagome says, trying to smile.
Inuyasha turns back to her, his eyes wide with surprise. "She's dead," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kagome falls silent, her heart sinking. She had always known that Kikyo was dead, but hearing Inuyasha say it out loud made it all too real. "I'm sorry," she apologizes. Inuyasha shakes his head. "It's not your fault," he says. "She was my first love, but you are my only love."
Kagome's heart melts at his words. She reaches out and takes his hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm sorry, Inuyasha, I love Sesshomaru," she says.
Inuyasha leans down but quickly pulls away. "I'm so sorry for everything," he whispers. Kagome smiles. "It's okay,"
Inuyasha nods, and they both turn to look at Haru. Inuyasha reaches out and gently strokes his nephew's cheek. "He's beautiful," he says.
Kagome nods in agreement. "He is," she says. "I just hope he doesn't have to face the same challenges we did." Inuyasha smiles. "He won't," he says. "We'll be there to protect him." Kagome smiles. She knows that he is right. They will be there for Haru. No matter what.
"Has Sesshomaru proposed yet?" Inuyasha asked, his eyes filled with curiosity. Kagome's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly regained her composure, furrowing her brow.
"Not yet," she replied, rolling her eyes. "But I'm sure he'll get around to it eventually." Inuyasha nodded slowly, a determined expression on his face. "I'll talk to him about it then," he said. "Rest easy, Kagome, you need it." With that, Inuyasha left the room, leaving Kagome alone with her thoughts.
Everyone else eventually left, but Kagome couldn't shake the question from her mind: When would Sesshomaru propose? She had been waiting for this moment for years, ever since she first met Sesshomaru, and realized that he was the one for her. He was strong, brave, and handsome and always knew how to make her laugh. But Sesshomaru was also a demon, and their relationship had always been complicated.
She knew he loved her but could never show his emotions easily. Kagome sighed and lay down on her bed. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but she could only think about Sesshomaru. She wondered what he was doing then and if he was thinking about her. She knew she couldn't rush things but couldn't help but feel impatient. She wanted to be Sesshomaru's wife and start a life with him. She also knew that when Sesshomaru finally proposed, it would be the happiest day of her life.