Night comes earlier than expected.
Inside of their small home, Kagome gathers a shawl and steps out into the cold. The sun has almost slipped below the horizon, but despite the coming darkness, Shippou and Rin still play up ahead, fistfuls of snow exploding into sparkling dust in the air.
Her daiyoukai is covered in it.
Lips curving upward, she sighs, a hand coming to rest over her growing belly. There are three in there, he says—three to add to their two. And while it’s a bit shocking—unexpected—she doesn’t fear this unknown.
Not with him beside her.