Kay woke up to the sound of Nozomi crying and Light getting out of bed. She reached up and turned on the bedside lamp, sitting up and rubbing the sleep away from her eyes. The alarm clock told her that it was about 4 in the morning. Light returned and eased himself on her side of the bed, handing their daughter to her.

"It's not her diaper," he mumbles, exhaustion showing in his voice.

Kay cradles the infant to her chest, her shirt already pulled down. The baby latches on, and Light cups his hand around her head, smiling sleepily.

"Are you up for the day?"

"Yeah."

"I'll go start the shower," Light says, getting back up and heading into the bathroom.

"Mm."

'I've hardly been able to get any work done over the past week. I can't think clearly anymore; my brain's all fuzzy.'

When the baby is done feeding and has been burped, Kay hands her back to Light, who puts her back in her crib. When he comes back, he helps his fiancée stand up, get undressed, and into the shower. Testing the waters(pun completely intended), he gets undressed too and steps into the shower with her. There was nothing sexual to it; he just wanted to be closer to her. When she doesn't tell him to get out or tense up, he smiles. His eyes gaze up and down along her body, memorizing it as he had once before. While he still thought that she was stunning, her body had changed. Her breasts were fuller, her hips were wider, and she had stretch marks along her stomach. Her eyes were sunken in and her hair was thinner.

'The pregnancy took almost, if not a bigger, toll on her than labor.'

Of course, the after effects of giving birth were still painful for Kay. It hurt to stand, it hurt to walk, and, while she would never admit it, it hurt to use the restroom. She tired easily and was grateful for Light always being there to help her.

She stepped backwards, leaning into him, resting her head on his shoulder. Light stood still for a moment, gauging the possible effects of his actions. He closed his eyes and tilted his head up, allowing the water to run down his face.

It was relaxing, peaceful, exhilarating to have her in his life again. They had become distant for over half a year, and he relished every second of their reunion. They both took comfort in each other's presence.

"Do you want me to wash your hair?"

Kay nods and Light pours some vanilla-scented shampoo onto his hand. He massages it into her scalp, making her sigh in comfort. Her eyes remained closed as he rinses her hair, alright feeling tired again. Light notices her lean further into him, and he takes her sponge and quickly washes her body, being extremely delicate where he knew she was hurting. Without turning off the water, he helps Kay out and wraps her in a towel before picking her up bridal-style, earning a giggle. He smiles as he lays her on the couch, handing the remote to her, and grabbing the baby and a pillow. He kisses Kay on the forehead before heading back to the shower to clean himself.

'I bet she feels bad for being dependent on me. Maybe I should lax back a bit and allow her to do some things herself.'

Kay had her legs crossed, with the pillow and baby in her lap. She rocks the infant gently, making sure to not wake her up.

'I want this. I want this so bad. But, if Kira were ever to find out about us trying to find him, Nozomi May be targeted as well. I wouldn't put it past a psychopath.'

Kay reaches to pick her computer up off the side table. She shifts the baby to the cushion beside her as Light exits the bathroom, a towel around his waist.

"Light? What have you been able to find out about your three Yoshiba men?"

"While all of them have benefited from the recent deaths and have risen up in the company, it's hard to imagine that Kira would even associate with them, much less be one of them."

"What if the Kira we've been dealing with in the past isn't part of this?"

"What?" Light asks, pulling on a pair of pants.

"Those tapes from the second Kira...while we figured that it had been a scare-tactic orchestrated by the first Kira, what if they really can share their power with others?"

"Then we need to work fast, because that hypothetical would bring us up to at least 3 Kiras."

Kay tries to hide her struggle to breathe after he said that, and picks the baby back up to try to calm down.

"I don't think so. What if the powers can't be shared, but transferred?"

"Then when we catch the current Kira-"

"This'll all be over."

"And we can be a family."

They both smile as they picture their future with Nozomi.

Kay exited the elevator with her daughter in her arms and Light in tow. The task force turn their heads, smile on their faces.

"Welcome back, you two!" Aizawa exclaims.

The small family would be leaving along with Ryuzaki and Soichiro to visit the Yagami residence for the first time since before they went into confinement. As they had a few minutes to spare, she had insisted that they talk to the task force. Being cooped up in their room had made her itch to talk to the guys again. Matsuda springs up from his chair and rushes over to Kay, his eyes widening in joy when he sees the baby.

"She's beautiful!"

"Do you want to hold her?"

"Can I?"

"Mhm," Kay hums, carefully placing Nozomi in his arms.

He smiles widely, cradling her to his chest. Light goes over to sit in front of his computer while she hovers by Matsuda. The two walked over to the couch where he typically worked and sat down. She took the baby back as he showed her the research he had been working on. While she, Light, and Ryuzaki were investigating Yoshiba, the rest of the team were following different leads.

"There's, uh, not much to show for it, but I've been going back through some old police reports from when the case was first opened, and comparing them to observations in the past few months."

"And?"

"All of us can agree that the motives for Kira appear to have changed."

"Mm."

"Kay? We need to go if we want to make it in time for lunch."

"Coming. Thanks for showing me this, Matsuda. Can you email these to me!"

"Yeah, sure, have fun!"

"Will do," she says, standing up and walking out of the room.