#having headcanons is great but maybe don’t whine about how a common hair color is hideous❤️

[cuerue]

seeing people argue about solas hair color is so weird bc as someone who has damn near exact same hair color as him,,,, its brown. it’s literally just brown. light brown yes, but not blonde and certainly not ginger

[justafewsmallsteps]

Okay, with the new series announcement, I’ve finally been inspired to finish off this artwork and story that I’ve been sitting on for years. Call it a goodbye to my headcanon kids because now we have the real deal!!! 

Title: The Golden Girl 

Word Count:

3576

Rating

: G+

Let it be known that Mizuki adored her father. Anyone could tell by the way she followed him around and tried to copy his actions. 

She had his temperament and lack of patience, but in a cuter way (for now). Her big, shiny, golden eyes were just like his, and the black ears atop her head swiveled around just as his did. She loved it. She loved being just like him in every way she could; going around picking up big sticks to swing like her own Tessaiga. 

She looked up to him so much, it made Inuyasha’s heart ache. It did come with some new, dangerous territory though. For instance, he had one hell of a time trying to watch his vocabulary once Mizuki started speaking. He’d never forget the dagger of a glare that Kagome sent his way when their daughter babbled her first, “Damet” after dropping her snack. He thought he would be skinned on the spot. 

“She’s going to copy anything you do, so you have to be more careful!” Kagome chastised. 

“Why me?” Inuyasha asked in a grumbled whine. “She should be looking up to you! You’re her mother, ain’t ya?” 

Kagome frowned. “Mizuki thinks the world of you.” Her expression softened. “That’s what daughters do when they love their dad.” 

A pang of guilt seized his chest. In flashes he remembered another time and place, photographs and a stick of incense at the shrine tucked away in a private room; a young man with Kagome’s eyes. It was something that she didn’t talk about often, but her father’s loss still shook her sometimes. He took in Kagome’s glassy eyes and the pink flooding her nose. He reached around to hold his wife in his arms. “Okay,” Inuyasha mumbled as he kissed the top of her head. “You win. I’ll watch out.” 

So he proceeded with caution, tried to hold his tongue from cursing, and he did his damn best to be more patient than he’d ever thought possible. All for their family, for his wife, for his daughter. 

He never thought of himself as a role model. 

He used to think he was a freak.

But then Kagome came around, and then he had friends. He found a place in the world that accepted him as he was, and he held onto her with a fierce protectiveness. He even let her go once and was forced to find peace within loneliness. He did it for her, because even if he never saw her again, he’d love her. He’d live for her even without her there. 

But then by some miracle Kagome came back. The world was right. He belonged, they got married, and they were a family all on their own.  He didn’t think life could get better honestly. Then they had their first kid. When Mizuki was born, Inuyasha was sure that he’d never seen anything more precious in his life. He loved the dark ears atop her raven-haired head, and he nearly melted the first time she opened her honey-colored eyes. She was an existence made up of his and Kagome’s love. 

He wished she didn’t take so much after him though. She was just shy of passing for normal… 

“So beautiful,” Kagome had whispered, instantly washing away his fears and doubts. “Just like her dad.” 

Beautiful, huh? He hoped that someone would love his daughter like Kagome loved him. He also hoped that day was very far away, he thought warily. For now, he would make sure that his kid felt good about herself. He would never let Mizuki think of herself as a monster or a weirdo. He’d do his damnedest to build her confidence and surround her with love. 

And it worked out pretty well. Maybe too well if her ego was anything like his own. 

Mizuki really did love everything she had in common with her father. When they both heard a sound and turned the same way, she’d puff up with pride. “Mizuki hears it too!” she’d exclaim gleefully, making a point to wiggle her ears. 

It always made him grin. 

He never thought there could be a downside to her adoration. She loved him, she loved herself; everything was good. 

Then Shouya was born. 

Shouya, his son, who did not have his ears or his eyes. He actually looked a lot like Kagome, Inuyasha thought fondly. He had his mother’s nose, her human ears, even her adorable puffy cheeks. The one thing that made Shouya anything like Inuyasha was his distinctly silver colored hair. Yet somehow, despite being almost the opposite of his daughter, he was equally as perfect. Inuyasha had thought it was impossible to love anyone more than Kagome, and then Mizuki, and yet somehow his capacity for love simply grew as soon as he witnessed his son. 

And when Mizuki, at just five years old, laid her pretty, amber eyes on her brother... she burst into tears! Kagome was still bedridden and recovering, so Inuyasha flew into action. He tried to calm her down but she was inconsolable, and her crying triggered Shouya to follow. 

With two wailing children, Inuyasha and Kagome were immediately set to high stress mode. It was not the cute first meeting between new siblings that they had anticipated, dreamt about, planned for when Kagome was still waddling around as she told Mizuki all about being a big sister. 

Instead she cried. A lot. Loudly. 

Inuyasha had to pick up his distraught daughter and take her outside. 

“Kiddo, what’s wrong?” He asked, shifting her a little in his arms. 

Mizuki rubbed at the tears on her face and clutched to her father’s shoulders. Unable to form words past her sobs, she grabbed fistfuls of his hair and tugged, but Inuyasha didn’t pay any attention to the pain. Instead he did his best to soothe her, patting her back until she was reduced to hiccups. That night she cried and sniffled herself to sleep, leaving two very anxious parents. Thankfully Shouya slept soundly. 

It took a week of grouchiness and tantrums before anything productive happened. Inuyasha whined to his recovering wife about his daughter’s poor attitude and lack of communication. Kagome simply laughed at him. “Now you know what it’s like dealing with you.” 

Indignant, he scowled, “She’s a child!” 

“At least she has an excuse,” Kagome retorted cutely. 

Inuyasha would’ve been more upset, but having her humor back was a relief to him. She’d been exhausted and bedrested for the end of her pregnancy. Kaede had assured him that she’d be fine, but it still made him anxious to see her so putout. Shouya came out a fat, healthy baby, but even then Kagome didn’t get much time to relax. The newborn was up at odd hours and constantly hungry. It was the least Inuyasha could do to try taking care of Mizuki, though he hadn’t anticipated her moodiness. 

Whenever they were out of the house and away, she seemed to relax, but otherwise his girl was totally uncooperative. Miroku and Sango figured that she didn’t like sharing the attention. It was something they dealt with in the early days with their own twin girls. They shrugged and gave him their sympathy, but otherwise couldn’t offer much advice except for him to be patient and try to talk to her. 

The problem was Mizuki didn’t want to talk. As soon as he mentioned her brother she’d have a fit. Admittedly, he joked dryly to himself, he felt the same way about his own brother for a long time. The feeling had been mutual, probably. 

But Sesshoumaru was an asshole, and Shouya was barely eight days-old. 

Inuyasha sniffed the air as the wind passed them by. Kagome was waiting for them. “Kiddo, the sun’s getting low. We gotta go home to Mama.” 

Mizuki didn’t look up from her spot on the ground making leaf huts. “I don’t want to.” 

“There’s dinner at home.” 

“I’m okay.” 

He wondered how to persuade her. “Papa’s getting real hungry though. I might fall over if I don’t eat!” 

“Papa can fish,” she replied with no mercy. 

“So we’ll never go home again? I’ll never see Mama again?” 

She seemed to consider that. “Mama can visit us, but leave the baby.” 

Inuyasha folded his arms. “That’s your brother, ‘Zuki.” 

“I don't care. I don’t like him.” 

“So you won’t go home unless we get rid of your brother?” 

“Maybe Mama can put him back in her tummy.” 

He snorted. “That’s probably going to hurt your mother.”

“Then give him away to someone who wants a new baby. Far away.” She seemed set, and if Inuyasha knew anything about his daughter, it was that her stubbornness rivaled her parents’. Yikes. At least that was only half his fault. 

He figured lying would get him farther than arguing for now. It’d get him home at least. “Okay. We’ll tell Mama to leave the baby because you don’t like him. Then you’ll let us go home and eat? I can smell the food. Smells good. Can you smell it, little one?” 

Mizuki wrinkled her nose and sniffed the air. 

“I smell it too, like Papa! It does smell good!” she agreed with enthusiasm, but Inuyasha smirked. She had to be lying. They were far away enough that Inuyasha knew she’d have trouble picking out the scent, but she was always trying so hard to keep up with him. He decided to humor her. 

“You smell the stew?” 

“Yes!” 

“Wow, I’m so impressed. Let’s go get some. I’m starving!” He knelt down and opened his arms wide for her. When she barreled into his arms he was reminded of his great, unending love for her. He spun her around and squeezed her squirmy body as she giggled, then dipped her over to attack her face with kisses. 

“Papa, let’s go!” 

“Okay, okay. Let’s go.” He shot off with his usual pace when carrying his daughter. She liked to feel the bounce of his steps, laughing her way as they went up then down. It was slower than his run, but way more fun. He figured he should put her in the best mood possible when they broke the news that they were going to have to keep her brother around. 

“We’re home,” Inuyasha announced as they entered. 

Kagome was standing near the futon, rocking the baby in her arms gently. 

“Good timing. Shouya just had dinner and just fell asleep.” 

“I’m envious. Sounds like a good life,” he joked. 

Mizuki tugged on his arm. “Papa.” 

Right. 

“So Kagome, I have some bad news.” When she looked at him confused, he made sure to emote that everything was fine. He liked how easily they communicated. 

“Oh yeah?” she goaded. 

“Yup. Looks like we’ll have to get rid of the new baby.” 

“Oh no! That’s so sad. Why’s that?” 

Mizuki squirmed around and pulled her father’s face down. “Papa!” she whispered with urgency. 

He held up a finger, motioning for Kagome to hang on. She gave him a smile to show her amusement. He missed her face today. He hasn’t seen enough of her while he was out distracting their daughter. Speaking of which… 

“What’s up, kiddo?” 

She cupped her small hands around her mouth to relay her secret message. “Tell Mama you don’t want the baby! Don’t tell her I don’t want him.” 

“Mizuki, I’m not going to lie to Mama. You’re the one who wants him gone, so you should tell her,” he whispered back. He lifted his head back to Kagome, assuming she must have at least heard some of their conversation. “Mama, Mizuki has something to tell you,” Inuyasha proclaimed, full-well knowing he was throwing her under the bus. Poor thing. 

The girl seemed to go red in his arms, suddenly panicked as she faced the most intimidating figure in her (and his) life: her mother. 

“Is that so? What do you need to tell me, Mizuki?” 

“I--” She sputtered and her eyes began to water and she looked up at her father, silently pleading for him to take over. He shook his head. Of course he felt bad, but she wasn’t being very cooperative when he asked. Kagome was their best bet at getting some answers. If she could get him to open up, she’d manage a five year-old. 

“You?” she leaded. 

“I want the baby to go away!” she admitted quickly. Her mouth turned itself into a defiant pout, as if she was putting on a brave face. 

Kagome paid it no mind. “You do? Why?” 

She hesitated for a second before supplying, “I don’t like him!” 

“Okay, but why?” 

Mizuki whined; a true, genuine whine that sounded like a puppy. 

Inuyasha would’ve broken, but Kagome seemed unfazed. How could she? Did she have no heart? It amazed him. 

“Do you not like him because he’s a boy?” 

“No.” 

“You don’t like how he smells?” 

“No…” 

“Are you jealous?” 

Bingo. 

Mizuki ruffled and got even redder in the face. Inuyasha gave his daughter a reassuring pat. They already figured that was the problem, but it was a new feeling for her to navigate. 

“Mizuki, are you jealous that Mama spends so much time with Shouya?” Kagome asked softly. 

“No!” she yelped back.�� 

“Don’t yell at your mother,” Inuyasha chastised. 

She shrunk down, her ears flattening. It must have felt like they were ganging up on her, but the time had come for her unexplained tantrums to end. With pent up frustration and embarrassment, pools of tears began to stream down her face and she cried, “I hate him!” 

“You don’t have to be jealous, kiddo.” 

She wailed, and Shouya finally took notice of the volume, beginning to wiggle and fuss in his mother’s arms. Kagome motioned for Inuyasha to take her away so she could calm him down before he had his own fit. The baby was a heavy sleeper and not a huge crier, but he was cranky when woken up. They’d both be miserable with the two of them crying up a storm, especially Inuyasha with his sensitive hearing. 

As soon as he got out the door, he went into comforting mode. There was no use trying to talk to his little girl in this state. He bounced her up and down, shushing her and rubbing her back as she got out her tears and hiccuped. 

Inuyasha wracked his brain for the right approach. He had only recently come to terms with expressing his emotions. How was he supposed to tell a child to handle hers? “It’s okay to have feelings, you know.” 

Exhausted from crying, she slumped against his shoulder. 

“Papa gets jealous too sometimes. Is that what’s happening? You’re jealous?” 

She sniffled and slowly nodded. He could feel the heat and moisture of her tears seeping into his firerat. Probably snot too. 

Gross, he thought affectionately. 

“That’s alright. Do you want to tell me why?” 

He felt her shake her head. 

“And it’s not because Mama’s busy taking care of him?” 

Another no.

He was kind of at a dead end. She was jealous without much reason behind it. Was she capable of having a good reason? He searched the recesses of his mind, channeling the nurturing care of his wife. 

“Even if I love your brother, you know I don’t love you less, right?” 

“Okay,” she replied in a small voice. 

“Does that make it better?” 

Negative. 

Inuyasha sighed, feeling impatient and hopeless. 

Kagome emerged from the hut just then; Shouya once again soundlessly asleep and swaddled against her chest. She smiled at him sympathetically, knowing that crying was never his wheelhouse. He’d always hated when women cried, but Mizuki’s tears were a whole other level of unbearable. 

“The weather is nice. The sunset looks like it’ll be pretty,” she stated in a soft, even tone. 

“Wanna take a look, kiddo?” 

“The colors are pretty. The clouds are getting pink! Our favorite.” 

Mizuki shuffled a little as her father angled himself so that she could see from her place on his shoulder. She turned to rest her cheek on him, but otherwise kept sniffling. 

“Are you feeling any better now?” Kagome asked her daughter, placing a quick kiss to her swollen face. 

Instead of replying, she tugged at her father’s hair again, using it to cover her face. It was a strange, new behavior. Usually when she wanted to hide she’d simply turn her head into his shoulder. Maybe it comforted her though. 

“Not sure why she’s doing that,” Inuyasha murmured. “She does it whenever she has one of her fits now.” 

Kagome stared for a while before she let out the lightest gasp. When the hanyou looked down at her curiously, he saw the familiar expression of her coming to some kind of understanding. 

“Oh, Mizuki…” she cooed with sympathy. “You poor baby.” 

Inuyasha raised a brow and Kagome pulled away to laugh. Whatever it was, he knew she’d explain, but it was killing him to be out of the loop. 

“She just wants to be like her Papa,” she said with soothing empathy threading her tone. Kagome looked up at her husband fondly, taking her hand to cup his cheek. “From his golden eyes,” she ran her thumb across his eyebrow. Then she reached up towards his ears to stroke one until it flicked in response, “To his fuzzy ears…” she smiled brightly, “to his pretty, silver hair…” Kagome finished, loosely twirling a strand around her finger before turning her gaze to their son. 

It clicked for him then. 

“You’re jealous of your brother because of his hair?” 

Mizuki whimpered, the scent of collecting salty tears assaulting Inuyasha once more as she grabbed more of his locks to cascade down over her own head. 

Mystery solved! 

It was so cute and so stupid that Inuyasha wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. 

“Is that really it, ‘Zuki?” 

“I told you, she wants to be just like you,” Kagome reiterates, placing a soothing set of fingers to touch her daughter affectionately. 

“Keh!” Yet somehow he was blushing. Maybe it had to do with the way Kagome was beaming at him, prettier than any sunset. “That’s stu--silly. What a silly reason to be upset.” 

Mizuki huffed in anger. 

“I mean,” he faltered. “It’s sweet. It’s very sweet.” Finally feeling like he had a hold on things and the world made sense again, he mindfully moved back his daughter’s sagging body from his shoulder, some of the hair getting pulled along with her. “But you don’t have to be jealous, little one. You’re great just the way you are, you know that?” He nuzzled their noses together. 

“B-But I want to be like Papa!” she sobbed, pushing back. Not even her snotty nose or blotchy crying face could detract from how wretchedly adorable she was. 

Kagome thought her heart would melt. “Papa is pretty great, but baby, you are so much like him! You don’t have to have everything be the same.” 

It didn’t seem to matter. “Why does the baby have Papa’s hair and I don’t? It’s not fair!” 

Both Inuyasha and Kagome exchanged looks. It was clear that Mizuki wasn’t going to get much consolation from her mother on this issue. 

Finally, an idea popped into Inuyasha’s head. 

“You got my eyes though, don’t ya?” He asked, looking right into her honey colored irises. They were even more intense at this golden hour. 

“Yeah…” her ear twitched along with her sniffle. 

He grinned. “Then you see the same way I do. You see everything I do, right?” 

“Right,” she agreed. 

“When I look at you, I see the most perfect little girl in the world. Beautiful eyes, cute little ears and nose, pretty hair like her mother, and the best smile. I see all that. You see it too?” 

Mizuki’s eyes watered again, but she nodded. Kagome took the time to brush back the hair stuck to her face. 

Inuyasha prodded his daughter more. “You see it, kiddo? Just like me?” 

“Yeah.” 

“That’s what I want to hear!” He pulled her from his body and hoisted her into the air. It was one of their favorite things to do. He spun her around and tossed her until she was nothing but an exhausted heap of smiles, and the stars began to twinkle in the early evening sky. 

Later that night when she was about to sleep, Mizuki looked at her brother for a long time before turning away with a curt, “Goodnight baby. We won’t give you away.” 

Kagome snorted back a laugh and had her husband put her to bed. Crying, laughing, and letting go of a grudge all in one day really took it out of their poor toddler. Still, seeing Inuyasha fumble through feelings and childrearing-- it all felt so surreal. It felt like home, and she’d never been more content with her life. 

Once the kids were both asleep and tucked away, Inuyasha sat behind his wife and finally held her close, his head sitting on her shoulder. He inhaled her scent to re-center himself. 

“Tough to be a dad?” she asked teasingly. 

“She’s a lot to handle.” 

“She’s just like her father.” 

Inuyasha rolled his eyes but let them fall shut as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. 

Kagome turned her cheek and pressed her lips against his bangs. 

“Perfect to me,” she added. 

Embarrassed but happy, he simply tightened his arms around her. “Yeah, yeah.” 

[inunanna]

Inukag week 2017 Day 4 - Family

This is a list of my headcanons about Inukag’s family and fanbabies, Enjoy!

@inukag-week   I finally made one prompt in time!!!

I have different headcanons and depends of what kind of story I'm thinking about the headcanon may differ. That is why there may be incompatible ones XD

About starting a family:

They didn't plan their first they just didn't take any measures to avoid making one.

They didn’t talk about how many or if they wanted one. Kagome assumed he wanted to have one because he never said otherwise and Inuyasha did the same, afraid to ask because of her possible answer.

Kagome thinks something is weird with her, but being new to the “sex” stuff she thinks is her body adapting, not only to sex but at her new life.

Inuyasha smells the change in her but doesn’t know what it means. By the second one he knows and tells her.

Kagome is very happy to start a family. The village is cautious about it, thinking she will lose her powers.

They both want a big familly. And it’s a good thing because they are not good at planning or spacing them. At least not during the first years.

Inuyasha fears their child will be born looking more like a dog than a person. Kagome tells him they won’t. He still has nightmares about it until the baby is born.

Since he knows she is expecting he starts building and carving things for the baby. He even learns how to make baskets for the baby to rest in. The tells him about baby products of her time and he comes with ideas for toys.

He refuses to go on trips when she is pregnant, and even more when the baby is born. It takes him a while and a lot of convincing from Miroku to leave his family.

The only time he goes on a trip when she is pregnant is because he is so nervous about everything that she needs some space.

On said trip he buys--through Miroku-- every baby and children's toy and product he likes. He brings the softest cloth she has ever seen.

Kagome starts to saw baby clothes very excitedly, Inuyasha watches the whole process. He asks to try it and turns out he is better at designing clothes and faster too.

That year he over-prepares for winter. Too much wood, too much salted meat, too many blankets and even pelts. He is terrifies about not being able to provide for them on that winter.

Shippou is like an older brother for the kids. His relationship with the firs baby is complicated because he doesn’t know how to behave around something so small. But he is the one teaching the baby how to interact with other children. He has his room in Inukag’s home.

About their kids:

If it’s a girl first. He is wrapped around her finger from her first breath. There is nothing that can convince him his baby girl is not perfect. She looks like Kagome but with his coloring.

If it’s a boy first. He is terrified because he doesn’t know what he can teach him, how is he supposed to lead him to adulthood. Kagome tells him it will come natural to him, he is not convinced.

All their kids have his ears. (I know genetics says otherwise but this is fiction XD and I love his ears).

Some of them have his powers, some others have spiritual energy. They teach them how to defend themselves with the powers they have.

Each kid has an unique personality and they know it. And respect them.

The first two girls are named after their mothers, the first son after her father. And every other name is chosen after something the baby reminds them of or about their temperament, The sun, the rain, strong, delicate. Gentle.

At one point they have twins (maybe more than once XD).

The kids that more resemble Kagome physically have a temper that resembles Inuyasha and vice versa.

(this one is common, I just discussed it @vixenfoxpaws recently) The kids sometimes dream they are chasing something, and they run in their sleep, even giving low growls. Inuyasha thinks it’s adorable and play with it. He only needs to whisper “Look! A rabbit” to the half sleep child and they go into “hunt mode”. Kagome laughs at it but tells him to let them sleep. Inuyasha calls it their “nightly jog”. Even when they grow up he keeps doing it from time to time.

Kagome wants all her children look like Inuyasha. Inuyasha wishes they look like Kagome. Starting on the last trimester of their third pregnancy they start to make bets about who “this one” will look like.

The kids love to rescue hurt animals and strays, everyone helps to get them clean and healthy, they become unofficially theirs, coming back from time to time. Inuyasha loves cats (even if he never admits it) so usually he tells one child where one cat is alone and they bring it to Kagome. 

Daddyasha:

He loves his family above anything else.

He grew up without a family but he soon learns he is a family man. They are his priority and not even Miroku’s teasing can make him change his mind.

He is part of his children’s playground. They can play on him, use him as an obstacle. Be part of their game as a monster.

Their children are the only allowed to brush his hair. Not even Kagome is allowed to make him “pretty”.

He loves how naturally they touch him, hug him, cling to him, and play with him. He marvels constantly about their existence.

He has a box where he saves all the presents his kids give him. Even when Kagome tells him that they will rot in there. He is going to save the tokens!

When it’s cold outside his kids use him as a heater. They climb him, or hug him, sometimes they throw a blanket over him and all of them lay down touching him. And he is “grumpy” about it saying how he cannot do the rest of the things he wanted because of them. But he loves it, and they know it’s only show.

He cannot resist their “puppy” eyes. He caves easily. When he knows they need a “no” he says “ask your mom”. They whine, it’s a sad doggy whine, when he says that.

Inuyasha loves to have let them fall asleep in his arms. He doesn’t mind carry them around all day. He holds them and stare at them lovingly as they start to blink one eye at at time, enjoying how they cling to his clothes, how the nuzzle and nestle finding the right spot. Listening to their heartbeat as it slows down, listening to their breathing slowly changing. Revelin in the immense trust that is needed to sleep that soundly, the way that he couldn’t for most of his life. Smiling softly, tracing their features, touching their little hands and feel... Just taking his time to feel them.

He is really good with house chores, and he teaches the kids how to help when they ask. It turns out great because they have quite a few and they need that extra help.

He is in charge of bringing them home at the end of the day. As each kid has a favorite place to play in their free time, Inuyasha goes and pick them up.

After they have children and people in the village see him playing with them so happily he finds himself surrounded with a bunch of children around his kid’s age that want to play too.

He is firm about using their abilities against people or each other. He does not condone the use of that in any case that is not formal practice or self-defense.

He likes to tell them about the times “before mom” as he calls them, to let them know how other people can treat them and how fortunate they are.

Kagomom:

Kagome is the queen and the center of her home. She is the flame that shares the light and warmness.

She is incredibly protective of her children. I mean “What did you say about my child?” “Nothing? That’s what I thought!” kind of protective. She doesn’t allow any kind of discrimination.

She is very strict about what kind of behavior is not allowed and she puts her foot down. No bs in that house.

Her children know what once she says “no,” it is “no”.

She loves to smother her children with kisses. And loves to do it even when they hit the awkward phase of “Mom! Don’t do that!”

She thinks all her children are perfect, and she would do Anything for them.

Kagome can feel their auras around her. It comes natural to her, since they are born. Later on as she gets trained as a miko, she becomes better at finding auras,. But She has to focus on finding them, with her children it is different, she always feels them around.

She loves having a baby in the family, even if she feels tired all the time she adores that stage of their development.

Kagome goes to work with the smallest of her bunch. On their sling on her back or chest, taking breaks to feed the baby and play with it. The only reason she leaves the baby with Inuyasha is when he wants to spend the day with the pup or when she is taking care of a person with an illness.

Her kids learn to speak faster than others of the same age, she thinks it’s because the is always speaking to them, and making conversation with the cooing baby. Inuyasha first think it’s funny when she uses the cooing and the squealing as answer to her questions but later she finds him doing the same.

The thing she misses everyday is a camera. She wishes she could take pictures of all her kids since birth to adulthood.

She comes up with a baby diary where she documents every milestone and funny anecdote about them. Later on it’s useful because they start to mix up who did what when babies.

She teaches her kids to learn and write along with Miroku and Inuyasha. Inuyasha has a beautiful handwriting.

Kagome stays as the priestess of the village and the villagers are impress by her powers and knowledge, more than one of her children are interested in at least being a healer and they follow her everywhere with questions. 

She knows that taking them with her to pick up herbs helps her finish in one tenth of the time. Their abilities and senses are amazing.

She is the one that has to tell their kids they cannot sleep in their bed all the time, Inuyasha just looks at her with a panicked expression unable to say no.

I have so many more, but I want to finish before tomorrow arrives. (I’ll come back to edit and fix the grammar mistakes)

If you have more about this adorable family you can add them!!