Life with you (is so so warm and I could never want for more) by kaoruhana

Life with you (is so so warm and I could never want for more)

A/N: Prompt: "No, there is nowhere I would rather be, oh-oh Never felt more comfortable, could never want for more when you're near."

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There were many things that Sessshomaru could want for, many things he’d even coveted and gained in all of his years of conquest and search for power. But, it had taken him too long, he sometimes thought, to finally find what he should have been seeking all along. His father’s final words to him were more than just a question posed from father to son. They were a lesson in wisdom and life, in love and happiness, in finding where true power lay. 

And he’d been too stubborn to pay heed to them until centuries after his death. 

But, he’d met first Rin and then Kagome and things had changed. 

He began to understand his father’s final words, understand the meaning in them, digging underneath the underneath, and finding the lesson he’d placed in them. 

Do you have someone to protect? 

Do you have someone who rests in your heart? Someone who will be the reason you keep fighting, someone to care for, someone you want to spend your life with? 

He did now, but only after years of fighting to listen to what he knew was important. 

And now, centuries after his father’s words resonated with him, he stood at the threshold of the kitchen, watching his mate cook with his grandpups, going unnoticed by them all. She still radiated that same warm smile and comforting aura that had attracted him to her all those years ago. She still had that kindness in her soul that he was fond of even though he found it exasperating at times. She still held herself proudly, never letting go of the fiery spirit of hers that made her so revered by youkai and human alike as the years had gone by. 

There were days he would wake up to her soft snores as her wavy black curls tickled his chest, and he didn’t dare move lest he wake her from her peaceful slumber. He could watch for hours as she slept on, considering it such a privilege to know that she had chosen him out of all the others to spend the rest of her life with. And when she woke and would playfully scold him around loving smiles for watching her sleep, he would drink in the moment, imprinting it in his mind forever, lest he forget. 

When they had first been mated, before the children and the grandchildren, before the fights about raising children and moving from Japan, before all the hurdles and loving days they’d gone through together, he would spend hours worshipping her. There would be days he would whisk them away, to secret trips and richly decorated caves, where he would spend nights and days loving her, drowning in her moans and whispered pleas, sinking into her again and again as she met his lips in searing kisses. 

They’d come through together, raised five wonderful pups together. They’d been there together for long nights with crying babies and warm afternoons in the afternoon chasing toddlers. They’d been there for scraped knees, skinned elbows, and sibling fights that she’d sometimes said reminded her of his own relationship with Inuyasha. They’d been together when the Council had threatened to throw her out after the birth of their third daughter and when she’d begged them to have another son after the fourth pregnancy had taken a heavy toll on her body. 

They’d been together through loss of friends and family, through wars and homelands laid waste, through watching humanity exploit the planet. 

They’d been by each other’s side when their children began to fall in love, watching as the children fell in love and sometimes nursed broken hearts, Kagome holding him back from daring to go after the males who’d hurt his daughters. They’d watched their children grow into parents and eternal bachelor uncles, and welcomed new young ones together, cherishing these new grandpups that they could help raise. 

He stepped away from the threshold, walking over to scoop up the youngest child who was crawling on the ground in between the island stools, delighting in the giggles she gave him and moving her questing hands away from reaching for his glasses. His oldest grandaughter rolled her eyes before reaching up and beginning to braid his hair. Kagome stopped rolling the cookie dough on the island, a fond smile on her face as she looked over at him. 

He smiled back at her until she was nudged in the side by one of their grandsons who wanted to see if the dough was ready to cut shapes. And as he watched it all and became a part of this small bubble of love and warmth and happiness, he knew he was grateful to have listened to his father’s words. 

He not only had people to protect, he had found a life he never would have dreamed of, a future he’d never expected to have. But, with Kagome by his side, with her warm aura, and loving smiles, with her joy and comfort, he was content. He didn’t want to be anywhere else. 

Here, with his mate, it was perfect.