Notes: Written for Tumblr's DigiOTPweek - Day 6 (Fluff.)

Summary: Ken's evening routine is slightly disrupted when he finds his wife and their baby daughter fast asleep.

The Nights

Even before getting home that night, Ken realized something was amiss. He'd texted Miyako an hour earlier to say he was on his way, and she didn't respond. Getting home and seeing all lights off, hearing only the noise of the door he was closing behind him, made Ken even more apprehensive. Something didn't seem quite right.

Sure, Miyako didn't always wait for him with the dinner ready. Not even close. She was usually working on the kitchen table, on her laptop, headphones on until he arrived. But Hawkmon was often about the apartment, usually watching over little Mei, and there was usually some sign of dinner. It was always noisy, always lively… this seemed wrong.

Ken took off his shoes and put on his slippers as fast as he could.

Where are they?

His answer was a few meters away, as he discovered once he turned on the kitchen light. His dread disappeared at once.

Miyako sat on the living room sofa, holding their daughter in her arms. They were both fast asleep. An empty baby bottle was lying on the floor. Mei had her little fist closed, clutching the front of the t-shirt Miyako was wearing, which Ken recognized as his. Miyako didn't seem to be wearing much more, which made him smirk. Her legs, long and slender, were one of his favorite things about her. They were extended, crossed on top of their coffee table and just as he liked them: fully on display.

Ken placed Wormmon on the floor, his smirk growing wider.

"Could you leave us alone? Hawkmon has to be here somewhere."

"But Ken-chan-"

"Please." His tone left clear that he wasn't quite asking. He'd probably feel guilty about that later, but right then, his priorities were different. It was customary for him to spend some downtime with Wormmon after work, yes, but then again, it was customary for dinner to be somewhat ready a few minutes after he walked in.

Ken promptly forgot about Wormmon when he decided on a course of action. He dialed the Chinese restaurant down the street and, after the conversation was over, he walked up to Miyako.

There she was, this woman who had once seemed so fragile to him, but was perfectly capable of carrying the weight of the world on her own. Always with a grin, a positive attitude, and a sparkle in her brown eyes. Ever since Miyako had gone back to work, her life had gone back to chaos… as it had always been, ever since Ken met her. Even as a twelve-year-old she'd been a busy person, splitting her time between her after school activities, her obligations toward her family, her social life, and her schoolwork. Nothing much had changed. Miyako insisted in juggling motherhood and household managing with her job, certain that she'd get bored at some point if she gave it up, and fully knowing they needed to save for their future.

No wonder she's exhausted, Ken thought as he sat down next to her, as close as he could, placing his arm on the headrest, around her shoulders. His other hand fell on her thigh.

"Good morning," he whispered in his ear.

Miyako let out a little whimper, blinking twice. She gazed at him, at the baby, at the window, from which only the night sky was visible. She shook her head and took her legs off the coffee table, shifting to an upright position.

"What time is it?"

"Seven thirty."

"Oh, wow. I'm so sorry, I-"

"It's alright. I already ordered delivery."

"I can't believe this happened. I didn't even get all my work done. I'm going to be in so much trouble."

"No, you're not. You know that. When is your deadline?"

"Tomorrow by morning."

"Then you have plenty of time. I'll take care of Mei."

"I have no idea how many hours we've been sleeping. You won't have a chance to put her to bed at a decent time, and she still needs a bath, and I'm pretty sure she's-"

"Just leave her to me." Ken moved her hand down her leg in a short caress. "We'll be fine, alright? I'm glad you got a little bit of rest. You need it."

She gave him a sweet smile. "You're too nice sometimes."

"I don't think I'm being too nice. It's clear I have my own selfish reasons." Ken withdrew his arm from the headrest and reached for his daughter. His motions were gentle, measured, because he really did want her to sleep as much as possible. "I don't always have her to myself."

"You're going to spoil her so much." Ken didn't try to deny that. Instead, he quietly studied his daughter's face.

"She looks so much like you already."

Miyako didn't answer, busy as she was just looking at them both. Ken looked back at her. There was a great deal of uncontained emotion in her expression, in her smile and twinkling eyes. It was contagious, it was shared; he wished he could say all the pretty words he was thinking, because Miyako would love to hear them. He wasn't that kind of man, so simpler terms, simpler actions would have to do.

Ken leaned in to kiss her swiftly, before she could realize what was going on. But Miyako wouldn't have that; soon enough her hands were tangled in his hair, her soft lips caressing his, her teeth biting playfully into his lower lip.

"I love you," Ken whispered between kisses. Just then, he felt Mei shift in his arms. Her big brown eyes were open, fixed on his face.

"I love you too," Miyako replied, and her voice broke into a grin as her gaze shifted toward their baby girl. "I always have."