Disclaimer: Inuyasha Co. characters do not belong to me.

Seize the moment of excited curiosity on any subject to solve your doubts;
for if you let it pass, the desire may never return, and you may remain in

- William Wirt

"Oh crap, he's here," Kagome bit her lip and pointed towards the front strairs.

Standing there amongst their parents and acquaintances was Miroku, Sango's older half-brother and one of Kagome's best friends since childhood. Feeling the knots in her stomach give an abrupt lurch, Kagome took a deep breath, mentally fighting down the panic threatening to overwhelm her.

(- You can do this, its the only way you'll be able to get what you want Kagome. You can do this, you're a mature, responsible, and level-headed adult. You've thought this through time after time and you're ready. -)

"What is it you need to talk to him about?" Sango asked, cutting into her mental pep talk.

"A favor," lifting the scotch in her hand up for a sip, Kagome took strength from the alchohol and managed a smile. "I need to ask him for a favor."

Sango nodded, watching her best friend's jumpy nerves curiously. She was about to ask another question when her husband came over to steal her away, "You don't mind if I borrow Sango do you Kags? It'll only be for a little bit."

Kagome smiled and shook her head, "It was nice enough of you to loan her out for this long fluffy."

With a glance around the room, Sesshomaru saw no one had overheard her use of his nickname and gave her a glare, "Please refrain from calling me that appaling name in front of my colleagues, it could harm my reputation as a cold-hearted bastard."

"I suppose," Kagome waved them off and watched them head over to a group of older lawyers he worked with.

She remained by the bookcase for a few more minutes, lost in another round of doubts when a familiar voice broke into them. "Hey 'Gome, what's up? Sango said you needed to talk to me?"

"Hey Miroku," Kagome took another swig of her drink before looking up into his sparkling eyes.

Miroku Houshi, older half-brother of her best friend Sango Taijiya, and the only man she'd ever felt completely comfortable around. With his long black hair, held in its customary ponytail, deep blue eyes and atheltic phisyque, he was making the butterflies in her stomach go all aflutter once again. She'd never been this unsettled in her life, but of course, she'd never been about to ask for anything as outrageous as what she was planning on asking him.

Seeming to notice her discomfort, he took her hand and led her out the back door to the patio overlooking the beach. Wordlessly he continued until they reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped at the end of the sand.

"Can whatever you have to talk about be discussed while we walk? I don't much feel like staying nearby for yet another of these parties." Seeing her nod, he looked down and frowned at her dainty heels.

After ordering her to remove them, he easily took them from her and stuffed one into each pocket of his suit, slapping away her hands when she tried to stop him, "Don't worry, I'll have to take it to the dry cleaners anyways, a little extra dirt won't make a difference."

Taking her hand again, he started off down the beach, heading straight towards the water before turning towards a pile of rocks nearby. They walked in companionable silence for a while, enjoying the sea air and sound of the rolling waves beside them. Finally making it to the large stones, he leaned against them and crossed his arms, watching her closely while she hesitated.

With the air blowing around them, Kagome looked out to the sea, one hand moving to hold down her long and hopelessly tangled hair. (- How do I say this? I mean, where to start-)

A soft touch on her hand surprised her from her musings and she turned her head to see Miroku making quick use of his neck tie and using it to hold down her tresses.

After the knot had been set, he took her hand, moved back to the rock and sat on it, pulling her to rest between his knees in front of him.

"There, now what's got you so troubled Kagome? I haven't seen you this nervous since you invited Hideki over and he wrecked my playstation with his soda."

To his surprise, a blush stained her cheeks and she gulped, looking out at the beach for a second before speaking. "I have a huge favor to ask you for but I'm not sure how."

"Ok," giving a short nod, he brought his arms around her shoulders and kissed her cheek gently to reassure her, "You know that no matter what you might need, I'm here for you."

"Roku," leaning against him with a sniffle, Kagome used his old nickname out of habit and sighed. "You might regret saying that in a few minutes, but just promise to hear me out ok?"

"I promise," with a bemused smile, he let go when she pulled away, pacing in front of him nervously.

"Ok, well you've known me my whole life right? I mean we grew up together, we played tag and you taught me how to climb trees and you were there when I broke my arm in the school playground."

"Right," he agreed, clasping his hands together between his knees.

"And you've seen me mature and become a steady, and responsible adult right? You watched me get my internship in Paris and in the seven years since then I've done considerably well." Kagome stopped pacing, "I've worked long and hard to get where I am today. You know, people compare my designs to Dior, Vuitton, Dolce Gabbana and Herrera."

He nodded again, "I've been to your shows Kagome, I know all that, what's this getting to?"

"How would you describe me?" Kagome asked, nervously biting her lower lip.

Miroku frowned a little but shrugged, "Like you just did, you're responsible, hard-working, and level-headed, but you're also sweet, kind and honest. Its rare to find those qualities in a person working in fashion but they're part of what's made you such a success. You've got integrity and you've been able to fight back in an environment where only the strong survive and better yet, you've done it through hard work and not through family contacts or money."

"Thanks," Kagome blushed again but quickly got on with it, "So if I were to take on something... well something BIG, you'd support me right?"

"Of course"

"And would you do anything to help?" Kagome met his gaze and held it, "Even if I asked for something... well... personal... would you help?"

Now that sent alarms off in his mind, making Miroku sit back and wonder, "How personal are we talking?"

Kagome bit her lip, "very personal."

She saw him frown and continued, "But it would only be once, maybe twice and then you wouldn't ever have to help again. I wouldn't tie you down or involve you in the outcome in any way. This is MY endeavor and I would leave you free of any and all circumstances. I mean, it should only take one or two tries, I am pretty healthy after all."

"What is it?" he asked, "And why are you asking me?"

"Because you know me and I know you. I know what I'd be getting and you know that I wouldn't go back on things and regret it later." Kagome watched him while she continued softly, "To be honest, I'm tired of being alone, I don't want to come home to a clean, empty apartment anymore. I want to go home to sounds of music and laughter, maybe the tv later on."

"You want me to marry you!" Miroku stiffened in surprise.

Kagome also stiffened but quickly shook her head, "NO! Of course not! I know you don't want to marry yet!"

"Well what else could you mean?" he shook his head and undid the top button of his shirt, "I know you don't like iving alone but I don't think we'd go well together Kagome. We're too different."

"We're not that different," she pouted, "We're both strong, independent individuals who know how to work hard to get ahead in life."

"That doesn't mean we should get together," he insisted.

"I know that!" she snapped. "But ever since the accident I've had no one to care for, to share things with and to love me for just being me."

Hearing the honest loneliness in her voice, Miroku softened and reached out for her hand, "That's not true. You've had us."

Kagome nodded, "But its not the same, you're not really my family and even though you all try, its sometimes hard to feel like I fit in. I don't like to be loved out of pity or be a burden to all of you."

"Hey," giving her hand a tug, he brought her closer and made her look him in the eye, "You are not a burden to anyone, and if we love you its not out of pity."

Kagome gave a soft smile, "I guess."

"Well don't 'guess' about that, its true," pressing a kiss to her forehead, he pulled her close for a hug and sighed. "What can I do to help Gome?"

"I want a family Roku, I want my own family," Kagome gulped and finally got to the point, "I want someone to care for and..."

"How does that not go with marriage?" he whispered, cutting her off.

Hesitating for a moment, she sighed, "I can raise a child on my own."

Beside her she felt him tense, his arms around her shoulders froze while he choked.


Lifting her head from beneath his chin, Kagome nodded, this was it. After all her research, meetings, debates with herself and planning, she was finally ready. In a soft but steady voice she explained.

"I want to have a baby Miroku... your baby."

Author's Notes: My first M/K epic. Its an Alternate universe and they may be OOC sometimes. I know this chapter was short, but its just the hook. The next chapter is much longer and will be up soon.

This fanfic was originally based on Barbara Delinsky's novel The Stud and the first couple of chapters are taken from it with a few added twists. I borrowed the idea because the concept of a woman coming to Miroku and asking to have his baby was a twist too good not to write about.

The events after those first chapters, however, are all my own.