Just so we all know, I'm crying right now.

This is a big thing for me. Not just because our time with A Bus Stop Fairytale is ending. I've written longer stories than this, but this is the longest one I've ever actaully *finished*

Wow.

I'm sad yes, but also extremely happy to have shared this time with you all. Even if you didn't drop a review, I still appreciate you reading my "little" fic and I hoped you enjoyed it.

But to all my lovely reveiwers, I give a very special thanks. Without you, I wouldn't have rewritten the ending, but you gave me so much support from the very beginning, I knew I couldn't let you down. All of your words and praise have inspired me to be the best writer possible, and I'm truly touched by your sincerity and your friendship. You are the people I write for, This chapter is dedicated to all of you, from the first to the last. Please don't kill my evil twin...

Like Sera asked, you're totally welcome to make a hard copy, and I'm very honored that I'm being recommended on other sites! I do really hope no one out there is plagarizing, but if they are...well imitation is the hightest form of flattery. Not to say that I won't do anything about it...

I do hope to be up and running with the new fic within one or two weeks. I can't promise a Mega Mutant Lemon (patent pending), but I can promise one hell of a Sabichan Twist (also patent pending)

You may be wondering, where the hell does she come up with this stuff?

You wanna know?

I love music, especially the older stuff, mostly because that's all I was allowed to listen to when I was young. I didn't hear pop or punk music until the year 1992, when I was about nine. Before that, all I knew was the Doors, Moody Blues, and Fleetwood Mac and so on.

Ok, my dad was crazy, but I'm thankful for that part at least. Even though I can't play anything or sing worth shit, I have a passion for music that fuels everything I do.

This fic was born from a simple oldies tune I heard at work one day. Look where it got me!

Well, I have to stop writing this now. I'm just rambling anyway, You guys know me by now! Don't worry Minna, I'll be back soon!

In the meantime, please take my word for it and check out

www. iridescent - dreams . net (remove all spaces), Particularly Rosefire. Also, check out my recommeded reading list. **She also writes here on MM.org, under the name Rozefire! Seriously check her out!!**

So...here we go kids. Ready? This whole last chap is Inu POV

I love you all! Thank you for everything!

Ja ne!

~Sabichan~

That's the way the whole thing started

Silly but it's true

Thinkin' of a sweet romance

Beginning in a queue

Came the sun the ice was melting

No more sheltering now

Nice to think that that umbrella

Led me to a vow...

Epilogue

"What about Nazuna? That's a nice name."

I thought about it for a second, then shook my head.

"Nope I already thought of five ways to make fun of that." She huffed, and threw the book on the floor beside the bed.

"This is impossible, You are impossible! You've turned down every name I've suggested! And have you suggested even one? NO! So shut up and let me name the kid already!"

"What the hell are you bitching about! You've got four more months to decide this! And we don't even know if it's gonna be a boy or a girl!"

"Stop yelling! You're not allowed to curse around the baby!"

"Shit Kagome, it probably doesn't even have ears yet!"

She stuck out her bottom lip, and I could already see the tears welling up behind her eyes. Whether she pouted like this on purpose to get me to apologize, I never knew, but I fell for it every time.

"I'm sorry, but...I just think you're getting ahead of yourself, `Gome."

"I'm just excited, okay?! I'm pregnant and I get emotional. You don't have to blow up at me!"

"I know, and I said I was sorry. You have to understand, you've been talking about this everyday since you found out! I'm just really overwhelmed too."

I swear she growled, then snapped at me.

"You're not the one carrying somebody in your belly, you asshole."

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

I wanted to tear my hair out and run screaming down the hallway, but as always, kept my cool. Okay maybe not always...

Without a word, I sat behind her on our bed and began to massage her back. I could feel her tension melting away beneath my hands, and I could only hope she was smiling now.

She had her weapon, I had mine-the backrub card bailed me out of a night on the couch almost every time.

Little moans and gasps escaped her lips as I continued to knead away, and I couldn't help the swell of pride rising in me. I wasn't just getting myself out of trouble, I was making her happy. That's what I'd promised to do the day she came home and that day two years ago when I married her.

Smirking to myself, I thought back on that day.

We'd set the date for only a month after I proposed. I honestly never understood the whole "wait six months" thing. So we ignored it, and just did things our own way.

Hitomi was thrilled about having it under the Goshinboku. She'd cried, yes, but she promised they were mostly happy tears. No one was really as shocked as one might think. Souta ended up winning this poll though...Keh...

It was a beautiful, if not perfect day. The sun was out, the birds were singing, and I was about to marry the woman I'd been born to love. She was breathtaking, wearing a simple pale pink dress, flowers woven into her long black hair. I had talked my way out of having to don another God-awful tuxedo. We made it very casual, and very intimate. Only family and friends were invited. Funny enough, they kind of turned out to be the same thing...

Her Grandfather finally seemed to have some sort of use, as his position as a priest gave him power to legally marry us-and he did. For the first time ever with him, nothing crazy happened, and Buyo remained civil for the entire day. We said our vows under the boughs of the God Tree, in a gesture of appreciation.

Whether on purpose or by the strangest coincidence in the history of the world, this tree had brought us together, and we owed our lives and futures to it. The best way to say our thanks seemed to be showing it what I believed it had always wanted to see-the happy ending to a once tragic love story.

Finally, after half a century of waiting, it had witnessed the joining of the Higurashi Miko and the Shingetsu half-demon.

Since I had come up with the idea for our wedding, I let her decide where we should go for our honeymoon. I got more than I had anticipated when she told me to pack up the car the next day.

Then she took me on the greatest road trip ever. We followed her map, the one she had used when she left, and together, we fulfilled her dream. She got to see the most beautiful places in the country, she found the peacefulness she was looking for in them. Along the way, she told me about all of her adventures the previous time, and we had a few of our own.

And Gods did we argue...

I'll admit, it was mostly my fault. I can't read a map for shit, and I probably drive slower than an elderly person can walk. She, on the other hand, had all these weird instincts, and her driving was probably only one level below Miroku. I swear that girl has a lead foot on her when she gets in a car. Those were the main reasons we fought, but sometimes, it ran a little deeper.

Sometimes, I got overwhelmed, mostly because this was us basically facing her past, and the decision she'd made long ago. I can honestly say, it's been hard getting over it, not just for her, but for me. I'm still paranoid sometimes, mostly after we fight, that I'll wake up one morning and she won't be there next to me. It kills me just thinking about it.

Don`t get me wrong, though-her idea for our honey moon was definitely for the best. We spent every waking moment together, and if that didn't tear us apart, then nothing would!

I think my favorite part was visiting the bar she used to sing at. She gave an impromptu performance, and I was blown away. I've seen Kagome sing before, but never like this. It was magic...

I realized the moment we locked eyes, her on stage and me in the audience, that I was the luckiest man in the world. This woman, this enchantress, she was mine. Kagome was my wife, my love, and she would be only mine for the rest of our lives. No, fuck that- mine for all eternity!

`She's mine...'

"What about Kieko?" She asked suddenly, breaking me from my thoughts. I stopped my backrub.

"I thought that was your name?" She gave a cute little indignant snort.

"Not on this coast. Well?"

"I like it. Not really a way to make fun of it."

"Is that your basis for everything?"

"Just want her to be happy."

"Or him." She added. I rested my chin on her shoulder, and pulled her close against me. My hands cradled the curves of her stomach.

"Or him." I agreed.

"So it's decided then. Either Kieko or Shoji?"

"Shoji? I thought we were going to name him after your father?"

"When did we decide that?"

"We didn't, I did."

As soon as the words slipped out, I knew I was in for it. And I was right...

She merely turned her head back towards me and let loose.

"Well there you go then! Funny how you think you can just make important decisions without even bothering to consult me! You can be really insensitive sometimes, and it's worse when you already know I'm on edge, and I look like a refrigerator, and I have to wear stretchy maternity pants, and then I'm only gonna get bigger, and you won't even want to look at me! This isn't fair, why couldn't we be seahorses and then you'd have to be suffering instead of me!? Oh, Gods, I'm gonna be huge, and I-"

She stopped short when she felt my hand slip under said maternity pants.

"And I'm gonna love every extra inch of you. Now shut up, and let me get my fix. It's been two whole days, Kagome."

As my fingers caressed her jewel, she moaned and leaned back against me. The backrub thing was pretty handy, but this particular trump card saved my ass from certain doom every time.

"Your addiction is what got me into this mess in the first place, asshole." She mumbled.

"You keep talking and I'm gonna stop-"

"I'll be good." She interjected quickly.

I moved from behind her, smirking at her already obvious excitement. A moment later, the offensive stretchy pants were on the floor, and I was in the one place I always loved to be. Ever since she'd gotten pregnant, her taste had gotten only stronger, sweeter, and it seemed like she was so sensitive, she would orgasm within mere minutes. Which is why I usually didn't just stop after one. Hey, I needed time to enjoy myself too!

As I ran my tongue over her core, slow and languid, she watched me curiously.

"Another...uh month or two...I ah I won't even be able to see you-oh, that's good, right there..."

I chuckled lightly at her observation, realizing she was right. I slipped two fingers inside her warm passage and she gave a little gasp.

"Then....I'll just...make sure....you can ..." I thrust them quickly into her "feel me."

**fourteen minutes and three orgasms later.**

I rested my head on her thigh, my hand running lovingly over her little bulge.

"Four more months. It seems like so far away." I whispered. She only nodded, still starry eyed as she played with a few strands of my hair.

"How come you wanted to use my father's name?" She asked quietly.

"Because I like his name and besides, I owe him."

"For what? You never met him. And even I have trouble remembering him."

"I didn't need to meet him. But he still taught me a lot. And he is half responsible for creating you. If you ask me, I owe him a hell of a lot just for that."

She giggled and tousled my bangs.

"It's sweet...but I mean, think about it, Inu. You told me yourself a long time ago, if it's a boy, he's gonna look just like you. It only makes sense that he be named after the person he takes his looks from."

My hand stopped moving as I thought it over. She was right, it did make sense.

"Okay, so then just to make sure you won't rip my head off later, we're deciding that if it's a boy, Shoji; A girl, Kieko. Am I right?"

"Yep. You're right."

I sat up and looked at her, her cheeks still lightly flushed from our previous activities.

In four months, Kagome and I would have our first child. In four months, we were going to be parents, just like I'd been dreaming about the day she came home. I was going to be a father...

"Wow, huh?" She said, reading my thoughts perfectly.

I nodded, now a little dumbstruck. This was pretty normal now, since starting two weeks ago, the very same revelation tended to hit me at least once a day.

"Wow" I repeated, sliding up to lay next to her, still very dazed.

"I love you."

"I love you." I whispered back, my hand once again resting on her growing belly, my

eyes unable to tear themselves away from the sight.

"I'm a pretty lady."

"I'm a pre-....bitch."

Her laughter rang throughout the room, and eventually I chuckled as well.

"You'll pay for that you know..."

"How?" She asked, pretending to be frightened of what I might do. I merely smirked, and leaned down to catch her lips in a harsh kiss.

"You'll see."

~*four*~*months*~*later*~

He's here.

My son is here.

My son has been born.

Eight pounds, three ounces.

Kagome is sleeping right now, and he's been brought to the nursery. She should be discharged in a day, maybe even tomorrow if the doctor will allow it. I don't really see why not, I mean, it's not like she even gave birth here. Poor little girl. She went into labor right there in the den of the Shrine. I bet Hitomi had more than a few flashbacks!

I tried to get her to the hospital, but she couldn't move from the floor. She said it hurt too much. We called the paramedics, but by the time they got there, it was already over. My poor 'Gome had to do it all without those painkillers...what're they called again?... anyway though.

At least it was fast. Seems like the kid couldn't wait to get out. Just like his Dad I guess. Wow, that still sounds funny, saying "his Dad" and then realizing that I'm just referring to myself. I only hope I'll be as good as mine and Kagome's were.

I was right, and the tradition has carried on. He's got a shock of white hair, and a set of deep gold eyes. He's got her cute little nose, and definitely my temper. My ears are still ringing. Powerful set of lungs...maybe he'll be a singer like his mother too.

Shoji Shingetsu II.

Sounds kinda stuffy, if ya ask me. Then again, I guess if you don't add that "II", the government's gonna think my Dad's still alive...just very, very young.

Wow, I must be tired if I'm making myself laugh. Why the hell am I tired? I only watched, right? Not true.

In fact, I'm the one who delivered the little guy. Yep, little old me, not just witnessing my son being born, but being very much a part of it. My mother had insisted that I be trained to know how, and for some strange reason I listened to her. Now I'm thankful I did.

I'm even more thankful that everything went ok. No problems, no hemorrhaging, just a big hello from little Shoji.

When I was being trained, I have to admit, I wasn't too happy about it. If you've never seen a woman actually giving birth-I mean what goes on under that sheet they put over their legs. Well I'll tell you one thing, they put it there for a damned good reason.

I'll be honest-It's really, really gross. The videos were horrible. Not just having to see another woman's...whatnot, but having to see it ...you know what. Never mind.

But I'll be honest about this too though. While Kagome was in labor, I didn't even have time to be disgusted. I was too worried about how much it hurt, and how to get her to push, and so on. Even now, as I think about it, I still don't see it as gross. It was...beautiful in a way. Okay, I must be tired. I wouldn't be writing this now if I hadn't promised her I would. After all she's been through today, I'm sure I could stay awake for at least a few more minutes.

This is the first entry in the journal she'd requested I keep. She'll have her own as well-it was Hitomi's idea. I don't mind really. As long as Sess or Miro never read this, I can say what ever the hell I want and not be called a sissy for it.

I am such an asshole...

Well, not that Miro has much right to say anything these days. We just found out yesterday he got Sango pregnant. Apparently, he proposed to her as they were telling her parents. I could be wrong, but this may be more of a shotgun wedding than the guy's letting on. Sango's dad can be a scary guy when he's pissed.

That's where she gets her strength from, I'll tell ya that.

I wonder if Shoji will be anything like me? Like Kagome? I can't wait to see. I know things are gonna be completely different now. Definitely harder than the first two years of our marriage. A lot is going to change.

A lot less cursing on my part.

No more Lead foot `Gome.

A much lighter class load for her too.

No more nude rule...I'll miss that most of all...

I'm going to have to become a real super man. Being just a husband was hard enough, now I'll have to be a father too. Juggling that with this new job Sess gave me...it's gonna be kinda tough.

Of course I have nothing to complain about. Kagome's got it much worse. She has to be a student, a full-time mother, a miko (I forbade her from working at the Fukai Mori, but knowing her, she'll keep working at the shrine instead), and worst of all, she has to put up with me.

I hope we'll have at least some time to ourselves. That shouldn't be too hard since Rin has volunteered to baby-sit pretty much every night. But I want us to be a family, and I want us to be close. I want my son to look up to me, like I looked up to Dad. It's gonna be tough, but I feel that I'm up for the challenge. I believe that as long as Kagome is by my side, I can do anything.

Except cook...I still suck at that.

Well...my hand's getting cramped, and I think my wife is waking up. I'll write in here again soon, just like I promised her.

So this is the end of the first entry, and the first night of my son's life.

No, not just mine...

Our son.

Our son is here...

The End

Thank you again, Minna. This is for you....

Ja ne!

~Sabichan~