Kagome stares for a moment before she blurts out, "It's way too big, Sesshomaru."
"It is not." He sniffs, offended.
"It'll barely fit!" she all but wails. There's no way it's going to fit comfortably inside.
Sesshomaru rolls his eyes. "Then I will make it fit."
Her mouth falls open. "Don't you dare!" She shakes a finger at him even as her mate ignores it. "Some things are just not supposed to fit, and that behemoth of a tree you've chosen is absolutely one of them!"
"You wished for it, mate," he reminds her pointedly. "I simply ensured you had the most suitable tree."
"It's not suitable if it's too big," she growls, eying the tree that’s over eight feet tall. "Where did you even find this damn monster of a tree?" Part of her hopes he doesn't answer; she's not sure she wants to know.
"It is not a yokai tree," he corrects her maddeningly. "If it does not fit, I will simply chop part of it off." He moves his claws to the top of the tree.
She gapes at her mate. "You can't just chop the top part off! It'll ruin the whole look."
He shrugs one shoulder. "I fail to see the issue. It would fit inside then, would it not?"
"It would be a damn stripper pole tree." She runs one hand through her hair. "That's not what a Christmas—"
She stops short as Sesshomaru carries the tree into their home horizontally. Giving her a pointed look as she follows, Sesshomaru manages to get the tree to fit, though part of it is bent over.
"It fits," he informs her smugly.
Kagome opens and shuts her mouth, deciding then that there are some battles one cannot possibly win with a daiyokai who possesses more arrogance than there are pebbles on a beach. "So it does."
Next year, however, she decides that she is getting the tree.