A/N: I know that a lot of people hate the epilogue. It, and the ending of Zero Two are seen as a smack in the face to most long time fans, and a kind of blasphemy to what the series represents as a whole.
Having seen doujinshi and fan fiction, I know some don't really mind the thing, and overall it's kind of interesting, I think. Why not explore this? Write for it? Develop their children's character and see the Chosen Children in more mature situations?
I've recently been endeared to certain parts of this, and want to write them. This will take the form of drabbles on various characters in their adult lives, as well as a few focusing on the children and their inter workings as a sort of junior society, if that makes any coherent sense.
Just, don't flame. Don't like; don't read.
Disclaimer: I don't own any form of the Digimon franchise and do not pretend too.
Chapter One- Ken and Miyako: Bedroom; of both nightmares and pleasantries.
Warnings: implied sex in second drabble.
Miyako was sometimes jealous of Wormmon, who still slept with them on occasion, when Ken began to mutter about his brother, or darkness, or losing his Digimon partner.
The way Ken, a grown man, would latch on to the bug Digimon in his nightmares was not unlike the way their children did with their own partners at nap time.
Wormmon would always climb out in the early morning once he was sure Ken wouldn't disturb Miyako in her sleep, as they were all aware of how Miyako was such a light sleeper, while Ken was the opposite.
Ken, however, would simply curl up to her instead, still deep asleep. She would be happy to oblige him, to feel the light tickle of his hair on her neck and his warm breath on her skin, but she sometimes wondered if she would be able to comfort him like Wormmon.
There were nights where Ken would ask Wormmon and Hawkmon to keep an eye on the baby, and they would take a hint.
He would proceed to slowly, tantalizingly rub up against her under the covers, blushing red.
Even after ten years of marriage and three children, he remained oh so shy about asking. And he always did ask for her permission.
Soon, however, pretenses would be done with and they would discard their clothes and blush and kiss and enjoy each other until they lay spent, near to one another. Ken would cuddle up to her, always one for a warm embrace, and she would roam her hands where she pleased, earning quiet mewls and groans he couldn't help in his half sleep.
And they would fall asleep in each other's arms, fulfilled and euphoric.
A/N: Short, sweet, and different (from my normal writings, at least). Please review and tell me your opinions, what you liked, and suggest what you would like to see, if anything.