In which Inuyasha has to face his daughter, Yasuko, when she asks him how babies are born. Here it goes!
Shit, Inuyasha thought for the tenth time in less than two minutes. His daughter, his baby girl, was looking up at him questioningly with her big brown eyes. Brown like her mother’s. The one that should be answering this shit. Eleventh time. “Well, daddy? How?”, she asked again, twitching her own pair of puppy ears. I have to say something. Anything. Tell her anything, you worthless excuse for a father.