Fluffy Sins by Aimee Blue

Gluttony

Gluttony.

He’d never realised how painful pregnancy could be. He’d thought after last time that it would be relatively similar to when she had been pregnant with the twins, though the doctors warned him otherwise. He’s been sadly mistaken.

This time her cravings were worse. She had purposely driven three miles out of her way just last Tuesday in order to park the car by the side of the road and inhale the fumes of freshly laid tar. That was unusual. And slightly worrying that she continued to go there every day for as long as it took the stretch of road to be completed. When the road was finally through she had been irate to say the least.

But that wasn’t the worst of it; the worst was the food cravings. Kagome had never really been one for over indulgence in eating but that, it seemed, was a thing of the past.

Every day there was a new - more bizarre - edible request. Orange juice with piccalilli, peanut butter pizza, macaroni with chilli, cucumber sandwiches, raw carrots dipped in barbeque sauce, lots and lots of plum jam with digestive biscuits; packets upon packets of sherbet lemon… the list went on.

And ice cream, endless amounts of ice cream in every possible different flavour. She quite often curled up on the sofa in the living room clutching a soup spoon and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s finest, growling at anyone who dared venture near her precious ice cream.

So it came as no surprise when he returned home one evening to find Kagome stood in front of the freezer. Approaching her silently he went to slide his hands around her waist only to be hit in the forehead by a cold soup spoon.

He looked at her in shock as she began to growl at him.

“What is it?” he asked.

Her bottom lip trembled treacherously as big fat tears trickled from her eyes. “It’s gone!” she wailed.

“What’s gone?” he asked softly, reaching out a hand to cup her cheek. He loathed seeing her cry.

She slapped his consoling hand away and grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt. Dragging him abruptly up to her body she glared into his eyes and he gulped at the manic light in the light blue orbs. “Did you eat my pistachio ice cream?”

A/N: I don’t own Inuyasha.