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Candles- check.
Flowers- check.
Soft music- check.
Hair, makeup, cute dress, painted toenails- check.
Sizzling steaks and chilled beer- check.
Little box wrapped in silver paper holding a tiny little stuffed wolf- check.
Kagome wiped her hands down the front of her apron and breathed out a shaky breath, looking at the clock and gasping to notice it was just ten minutes to 6, and then her phone chimed, a text from Ginta.
‘We tried to keep him longer but we couldn’t! He’s on his way!’
She whipped off her apron and rushed it to the washing machine and then stopped off in the bathroom to fix any last hairs that had gone astray in her last minute preparations.
She just wanted to look as perfect as everything else looked, from the subtle decor to the decorated cake to the steaks cooked just like he liked ready to eat on a plate the same color as his eyes.
Everything had to be perfect.
He deserved it.
She heard the door open and gave herself one more once over before pasting on a bright smile she hoped hid her nerves and then finally went to meet him at the door.
Koga.
“Hey babe!” He greeted her, taking off his jacket and hanging it beside the door as he kicked off his shoes, and she marveled at how strong and shapely he still looked even in his stuffy office clothes.
“Hey!” She said a little breathlessly, and his brow furrowed a little as he leaned in to kiss her.
“Anything wrong? You look flushed.” He said, laying a hand on her forehead. She shook it off and grabbed his wrist, tugging him toward the kitchen.
“No, nothing like that. I have a surprise for you!”
“Oh yeah?” He replied, voice going a little low and deep as a sultry smile quirked his lips.
“Nothing like that either, naughty wolf!”
“I’ll show you naughty,” he quipped, yanking her back toward him, grabbing her by the hips and nuzzling into her neck.
“No!” She giggled, scrunching up her shoulders to stave off the tickling, a shiver racing down her spine as his fangs found a bit of skin. “I mean it Koga, I won’t let you ruin my plans! Come look!”
“Okay, okay,” he relented with a grin, the contentment making his blue eyes glow stopping her heart for a moment.
Even when he wasn’t trying to, he almost never stopped revealing just how thankful he was to be there with her, to have found her again after 500 years, to have been finally given the chance to make her his.
She was thankful too.
He’d surpassed all of her wildest dreams and expectations, and she’d never once felt like she was any less than cherished in his hands.
She was bursting to give him back a gift equal to the one he’d given her with his devotion.
“Tada!” She said, sweeping her arms toward the table, and he smiled softly at the romantic setup, sliding up next to her and looping his arm around her waist.
“What’s the catch? I know I didn’t forget our anniversary. And your birthday isn’t until next month.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just being nice.”
“If you were being nice,” he murmured, bumping his nose against hers, “we would be a lot less clothed than we are right now.”
“Your steak is getting cold and your beer is getting warm.” She said, smirking in victory when his eyes widened and he finally took his seat.
This was the hardest part, she thought to herself, stopping him in his quest to divest them of their clothes and whisk her off to bed. His touch was addicting and she knew if she let him succeed in seducing her she’d forget about her most important news for the next several hours, and that was definitely not an option.
“Damn babe, this is great!” He said around a mouthful of perfectly rare meat, and she beamed as she watched him scarf down the meal she’d fretted over all afternoon. “Why aren’t you eating? Do you feel okay?”
“Oh, uh…. I guess I got full tasting everything as I cooked?”
He looked at her skeptically for a moment, and she twisted the hem of her dress under the table.
“If you’re sure…”
“Totally!”
“You smell nervous Kags, are you sure nothing’s wrong? You look pale now,” he got up and walked around the table, Cradling her face so gently, looking so worried and concerned that her deception, no matter how well intentioned, made guilt curl through her cut with sharp edges. “Maybe we should get you in bed to rest, hm? Thanks for all this, but I’d rather you be feeling well.”
“I’m pregnant!” She shouted to keep him from ushering her to bed like a child, and then her eyes widened in realization. “Oh no, I ruined it! I ruined everything! This was supposed to be a big surprise and I ruined it!”
“You’re…. You’re…. You’re what?” He whispered, but the tears were flowing and the nerves were making her babble and the disappointment of ruining everything she’d been so carefully planning was crashing through her mind and flooding everything else.
“I’m so sorry, I had all these cute plans to tell you and surprise you and I ruined it!”
“Kagome… you’re pregnant?!”
“I was going to give you all these things you love and then a gift that announced it and it was going to be so special…”
Distantly, she felt his nose press into her belly and heard the snuffling sounds of his deep breaths, and then he lifted her into the air with a loud whoop.
“Holy shit you are! I’m gonna be a dad!”
“Woah!” She gripped his shoulders to steady herself as he spun her in one swift circle, and then her feet touched the floor again just as his lips descended on her face.
“But… the surprise-“
“Fuck the surprise Kagome, what could possibly make this moment better than it is?!”
Finally she let herself release the expectations she’d built for the evening, and simply relished the pure, unadulterated joy in Koga’s eyes.
“You’re really happy?” She asked quietly, and he pressed his forehead to hers with a breathy chuckle.
“I didn’t think anything could make me happier than the day you agreed to be mine. But this? Oh Kagome, nothin will ever top this.”
She sank into his embrace, happy tears replacing the bitter disappointment as he surrounded her with all of his love and happiness and protection.
The food went cold.
And the beer warmed.
And the cake went uneaten.
And the present went unopened.
But the moment had been as perfect as she’d hoped after all.