A/N: I'm sad to see this end, but alas it had to happen sooner or later. I hope you have enjoyed reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it! Thank you so much for all of the reviews. I really appreciate it ^^

- Momo

Sesshoumaru watched his son colouring with some of the odd wax sticks his wife brought back from her time. His hanyou son who looked just like him, but had his mother's eyes and personality. The boy looked up from his drawing and smiled. "Look, papa!" he said, holding up the drawing for him to examine.

Sesshoumaru studied the picture that his son drew of he, his wife, and himself, plus a little pink blob standing in front of their sensible yet cozy home. "What is that, son?"

"My new sister!" the youngster said happily, the little ears perched on top of his head pointing straight up in the air announcing his joy.

Sesshoumaru eyed the boy in confusion. "You know you don't have a little sister, pup."

"I will," he replied confidently. "She will be beautiful just like mama!"

The older youkai smiled a rare smile that he reserved only for his family. "Time for bed. It is getting late."

The boy put away his art supplies without complaint and darted off to his bedroom.

Having full confidence that the boy's nanny would see him to bed, Sesshoumaru began to formulate a plan. He retrieved the crayon box and pulled a crayon out before retiring to his own quarters. His wife was already in bed, reading. "Are you well, my heart?"

Kagome smiled at him. "Just tired, that's all." She sat up and looked at the object in his hand. "Violet? The colour of power."

"And sentimentality," he added.

"Sentimentality?"

He smiled at her. "I watched our son draw a picture today," he said. "He drew you, me, himself, and something else." He sat on the be next to her and took her book, carefully marking her place, before setting it and the crayon on the bedside table.

"Something else?" Kagome asked, confused. There was no telling what the boy drew this time. He had an incredibly vivid imagination for someone so young.

"Something else," he confirmed. "A little sister."

"But he is an only child."

Sesshoumaru pounced. "I'm feeling a little sentimental, wife," he purred. "Let's give our son a sister."

Kagome had no complaints.