For @inu-mothership Fleetweek!
Wednesday May 24, Port- FLUFF!
last year for fleet week I wrote my first InuKogKag fic. This year I’m back with another, albeit much shorter, fluffy little InuKogKag tale. I did do a sketch this time tho!
Summary: parenthood was not something they rushed into, but it was something they’d always belonged for.
They’d wanted time with her.
Three years waiting for her to return, wondering if she’d even be up for accepting them both together and being part of what they knew must be a strange but loving arrangement, Inuyasha and Koga had been in no hurry to have any children.
They did want snuggles though.
So much time they’d spent hidden away in the dens in a big heap of limbs and love, stroking and squeezing and snoozing in each other’s arms, filling Kagome up with so much confidence in this new dynamic and her equal place in their hearts.
She’d been skeptical, she wouldn’t lie, that someone wouldn’t end up being second place and left out, at least at some point, but the more time she spent with them, loving them, being loved by them, and watching them love each other…. Kagome realized this was always how they’d been meant to be.
When the time for having children had come around they all decided that there would be no “birth order.” They wouldn’t take turns fathering children, they would leave it up to fate and every child would be equally theirs regardless of how much yoki it possessed or if it smelled more wolfish or puppyish.
And Kagome simply sat and cried tears of love and joy as she watched her men animatedly talk about becoming fathers and who would be better at teaching them to hunt or fish or run or play.
Bangs stuck to her brow with lingering sweat and shrouded in fire rat, Kagome leaned into Koga’s strength as she caught her breath and tried to keep her weary eyes closed. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and whispered his pride into her hair as Inuyasha leaned into his other side.
He held up their new baby and marveled over how tiny, soft and fragile a life could be, in awe of her tiny blacks curls, her softly pointed ears, her round, rosy cheeks, exclaiming she looked and smelled just like her mother.
Inuyasha and Koga squabbled over her name, trying to find something that perfectly captured her beauty, her strength, her ferocity, and Kagome finally succumbed to sleep, secure in her spot in their den, in their family, blissfully happy, blissfully exhausted, blissfully in love with them and their new, perfect daughter.
