A Small Taste of Heaven by Stella Mira

Babysitting in Heaven!

*****SunsetMiko's Once a Week Challenge: Rainbow*****

Kagome cooed at the baby girl in the stroller. It had been a month since their usual Saturday meeting at their favorite café. Sango had declared that she was ready to start socializing again, yet Kagome had spent the better part of an hour making silly noises and faces at the gurgling infant. A sigh, with notes of yearning, spilled past her lips, and she finally wrenched her gaze away from her godchild to focus on her friend.

"She is beautiful, Sango-chan!"

Sango chuckled over the rim of her teacup, though her voice carried traces of weariness.

"Do I detect wistfulness in your voice? Is your biological clock ticking perhaps?"

"I wouldn't go that far. Mizuki-chan is gorgeous and cute as a button, but you look like you were run over by a train, Sango-chan."

Kagome would have chosen subtlety on any other occasion, but Sango displayed alarming signs of exhaustion, and her friend was the type to ignore them unless someone forced her to take it easy, usually. Lips curled downward, Sango nodded, surprising Kagome with her easy acceptance of this fact. The words her friend uttered next, though, cleared her confusion.

"Yeah, it's not all rainbows and sugar, that's for sure. I took a maternal leave, but I think I might need to extend it now. Miroku is useless…men!" Sango grumbled, more than a little irritated, and it was Kagome's turn to nod.

"Tell me about it. We had to babysit for Rin-chan the other day. It was a disaster…"

Kagome shook her head, almost annoyed, as memories swarmed her mind. Her forehead creased with the beginnings of a prominent frown. A bite of dejection in her voice, she continued after Sango's slight nudging.

"Inuyasha mistook the bottles. He almost fed her coconut rum and had a nervous breakdown when he realized he actually drank his mother's breast-milk."

Sango could only gape at her. "He did what!?" she exclaimed after a small pause, shocked, and Kagome just shrugged, more resigned than anything else now.

"No worries. We caught him on time to snatch the bottle away, but the brain damage had already been done."

"That's highly disturbing…"

A grimace settled over Sango's features while she digested the news, followed by a choked sound akin to a chuckle.

"And hilarious," was all she managed to say before the chuckle morphed into blown-out laughter, and Kagome joined her, recalling what came afterwards.

"Oh, there is more. He actually liked it. Now he's driving himself bonkers, claiming he's got Oedipus complex or some sort of silliness like that," she bit out between laughs.

Sango's brows shot up at that. "Seriously? He wants to shag Izayoi-san?" she blurted, half-disturbed half-amused, but Kagome shook her head.

"No." A smirk in her blue eyes, Kagome stopped for dramatic effect. "He is convincing himself he wants to do it," she confessed, and both women howled in laughter.

"That is so many levels of messed up…"

"You have no idea…"

*****SunsetMiko's Once a Week Challenge: Lock*****

Inuyasha paced up and down his brother's office, testing Sesshōmaru's patience with each step he took.

"Gods, I should be locked up in an asylum for sick motherfuckers!" he wailed, eyes gone wild and hands clutching his temples with despondency.

Sesshōmaru didn't even deign to spare a change in his facial expression at this display.

"Cease this foolishness, brother. Your ridiculousness has broken a new record this time," was all he said, eyes focused on the papers he kept signing as if there was no anomaly in his office.

Inuyasha finally stopped his frantic pacing, only to slam his palms against the desk, soliciting his brother's attention by force.

"I'm being serious, asshole! I drank my mother's breast-milk; and I actually liked it. I can't get the taste out of my mind – I need to have it again!" A glimmer of insanity entered his gaze as he uttered the last part, and Sesshōmaru was left with no choice but to acknowledge him.

"Need I remind you that your mother has suckled you countless times in the past? You did not stop breastfeeding until you were three years old; you always held a fondness for the taste. Now that Izayoi is lactating once more, you should seize the opportunity and satisfy your childish addiction," he pointed out in cold, hard logic, voice thick with dry sarcasm, and that crazy gleam receded from his brother's gaze – slightly.

"Are you making fun of me, bastard? This is fucking serious! And I was not breastfed till I was three…was I?" Inuyasha hollered, caught mid outrage and a panic attack.

"You were." Sesshōmaru delivered his line without the barest hesitation. Pressing the intercom, he called for Kagura to come escort Inuyasha to the company's psychologist.

"I'll never be able to see breasts the same way ever again!"

"How fortunate for your bed partners. If that is all, I have work to do."

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"I'm home!" Kagome called, her mood brightened after her coffee date. Sesshōmaru was behind his desk – as always – finishing up whatever work he had dragged home with him, but Kagome could detect a slice of vexation in his mien.

"How was work?"

"I'd rather not discuss it."