U/N: U/N: SO. I was a bit off on the amount of one-shots that had to be put up, and I'm a little disheartened about how many of them were written by me... Also, Kurayami's entire back-story was supposed to be written into one one-shot, but since my computer is probably never going to be fixed/I'll never get the information off of it I don't think you'll ever get her back-story, so sorry about that... but... we're getting further down the line of their lives with Michael's here! I just think now is a really good time to point out how much I LOVE Michael.

If you'll allow me-good luck stopping me xD-I'm going to give you a quote from the very first author's note from out entire series...

ahem.

"Michael will be there, but we don't like him enough to give him an actual chapter. Actually…we don't like him at all…"

I take that back, on a very serious level. I think it's pretty apparent how we-or *I* anyway, grew to actually ADORE this character. He's brilliant! And he's literally EXACTLY LIKE ME :D

So. Yep. Michael is no longer a disliked character in my opinion, partly because, like I said, he's literally me, but also because I just... like the way he fit into the story. I just genuinely do like him and every time I get to write as him it makes me happy xD
And I have one more chance to do so for the epilogue so that's exciting xD
ANYWAY. This is a very looooooong author's note for just a simple one-shot blurb about Michael's future. But I hope you like it :D

Title: Digimon Adventure: Moments

By: UrazamayKing

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or its characters.

Chapter 29: Lights, Camera, Action!

2017

Michael Washington:

They were laughing. I knew they'd laugh at that. It was freaking hilarious. But it was also the end of the audition—a good way to close that all off. Now all I could do was hope they gave me the part. I really wanted it—I'd be able to play it better than any other actor simply because of the role it really was. I thanked them for their time and they told me quickly that they'd get back to me if I got the role.

I ducked out of the room and checked my phone quickly, I had one missed call from Willis and twenty-four missed calls from Tatum. I quickly checked the messages and her voice came on.

"Michael, Sweetheart, I think it's time for you to come home, I really need you." Her voice sounded so calm, what did she need me for? I checked the next one quickly, "Yeah, still sitting heer, still needing you. Like, really bad." Okay, so she definitely needed me—but she knew I was auditioning for something, what the heck was so important? I went through twenty-one more of the calls, each one getting more and more urgent until finally I checked the very last one. "Michael Washington, if you don't get here right now, then our little baby girl is going to pop out of my body and onto our LIVING ROOM FLOOR! Get your ass home—right now!"

"Oh balls." I breathed, panicked, as I ran to the door, grabbing my coat and hat on the way out. I rushed to my car and jumped over the door, which was possible since I finally got that convertible that I wanted, and then I was off. I was driving faster than I knew was allowed, as I pressed Willis' voice mail on my phone.

"Michael, don't go home—I'm bringing Tatum to the hospital, get over here as quick as you can." In the background Tatum's voice was loud and clear, "Or I will RIP YOUR FREAKING HEAD OFF!" And then she was screaming. "She doesn't mean that." Willis insisted nervously, "She's just having contractions as the baby slides through—you know, you don't have time for this. Get to the hospital." The message ended with another scream from Tatum.

I threw my phone to the passenger seat floor and was veering my car around a second later, stopping all traffic. There were people screaming at me and cussing, and honking their horns, but I didn't have time for their nonsense. I needed to get to the hospital.

How could I have sat there and listened to so many messages from her without coming faster? I was the worst. Luckily Willis' message wasn't too long ago, so I wasn't too far behind... but she was having a baby. Like, soon.

Then again, it was perfect timing. Tatum had just been hired as a researcher which she got to do in her spare time, plus she published a digimon encyclopedia since digimon were becoming more common now, and everyone deserved to know about them. I was surely going to get this acting job, and now we'd have a baby. Our lives were turning out pretty well. Which meant it was finally time to use the item in my glove compartment. I quickly opened it and pulled out the small box, shoving it in my pocket and accidentally running a red light because of it.

I looked backwards quickly, thankful that no one had been coming, and then when I turned back to the road I had to hit the brakes hard as a couple wandered across the road. The man yelled at me and hit my car which was annoying—but too bad. The second they'd passed I was driving again.

Soon enough I was at the hospital, leaning down and grabbing my phone, but leaving my coat and hat—and keys. I didn't care if anyone had the car—I just needed my girlfriend and daughter. I was running across the parking lot, and was nearly hit twice by different cars, the drivers of whom seemed to hate me, naturally.

And then I was in the hospital. "Where's Tatum Jefferson?" I asked the man behind the counter, "Where is Tatum?"

"The screaming lady giving birth?"

"That's her!" I exclaimed.

"Follow me," The man smiled at me and stood quickly, leading me through the hallways. Finally he gestured to a room and stood aside for me to get inside. I nodded to him and was running toward the bed quickly. Tatum's eyes popped when she saw me. She pushed Willis in the chest, hard and was reaching for me quickly, grabbing my hand.

"Hey," Willis said with a grin, "Nice of you to show."

"Shut it," I laughed.

"How'd your audition go?" Tatum asked calmly.

"Really good, I think I got it." I grinned.

"Oh, that's GREAT!" And then she was screaming. She rounded on Willis and barked at him, "GET OUT!" He jumped to his feet and was gone a second later. I turned to the doctor who was sitting in the most awkward position ever. This was so weird. Why did this have to happen?

And then my phone was ringing. I turned sharply and pulled it from my pocket, still holding Tatum's hand, and checked who was calling me. It was an unknown number. I turned to Tatum and said, "This could be them, I have to take it."

"That's fine," She nodded, "But you're staying here." She gripped my hand tighter and I nodded nervously, turning and answering the phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Yes, Michael?" The familiar voice of the lady who had been on the other side of the room when I auditioned said. It was her. They were going to tell me if I got the part—a big part finally. Something everyone would know across the whole freaking world. "You just auditioned for the role of Gennai, for Digimon Adventure Two: The comeback?"

"Y-yes," I stammered, "That was me."

"Well congratulations Michael Washington." She said, "You're our new Gennai."

"AAAAAUUUUUURRGHH!" Tatum screamed, gripping my hand harder than ever. I yelped in pain into the phone.

"Is everything alright?" The woman asked.

"Yes, sorry," I laughed nervously, "My wife's just having a baby—no big deal or anything. But thank you so much!"

"Congratulations on both fronts," The woman said, "I'd best leave you to it."

"Thank you," I called again before pocketing the phone. I turned back to Tatum and fell to my knees by her side, holding her hand firmly as she squeezed mine. "I got it." I told her with a grin.

"Oh that's great Honey!" She said brightly before her face turned red again and she began screaming.

"Calm down," The doctor told her.

"Calm down?" She shot, "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN THROUGH THIS MISTER? I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY IT!"

"Tatum," I said, holding in my laughter, "its okay, everything will be okay."

And it turned out that I was right. It took a while, but eventually the doctor was cleaning off our little girl. Her head turned to me in his arms and it seemed as if everything had stopped for just that moment. I knew she was too young to really see me, or even know who I was, but maybe she did recognize me. Kids were smart after all... And she was mine...

"What's her name?" One of the nurses asked me, her hand on my shoulder.

"It's Louisa," I told her with a smile, "Louisa Autumn Washington."

"Washington-Jefferson." Tatum corrected.

"Tatum, we've talked about this, it's too much of a mouthful." I told her. The nurse backed away from the argument before it started, causing us both to realize how pointless it was.

The nurse brought Willis back in upon Tatum's ordering and he sat with us as the doctor finally handed Louisa over to Tatum. And she was ugly—really she was—all new born babies were, but at the same time, she was simply beautiful.

"She kind of looks like a potato." Willis pointed out. I elbowed him sharply and he laughed. "So... Louisa?" He asked. I nodded and found myself staring at my daughter.

"On the phone," Tatum said, "You called me your wife." She turned to me, "We aren't married."

"Oh, did I?" I asked her, "Well... that's... sort of because..." I sighed, "I told myself that once everything turns out perfectly for each of us individually then I'd know it was time to get married so things could work out perfectly for the two of us as a pair."

"What are you saying?" She asked.

I pulled out the box I'd gotten from my glove compartment and opened it. "Will you marry me?" I asked her.

Her face screwed up in anger, "In here? I look gross!"

"You don't though," I said, shaking my head, "You look beautiful Tatum."

"Good answer," Willis added, and again I elbowed him.

"He's right though," Tatum nodded, "That was a good answer."

"So that's a yes?" I asked her, and she laughed, nodding.

"Yes."

And I leaned forward and kissed her before looking down to our daughter. I was finally on the top of my world, but my life was only just beginning really. I couldn't help but look forward to the future when we had six kids...

"Just two thanks," Tatum said.

"How did you do that?" I asked her, "How'd you know what I was thinking?" She looked to me confused as the doctor handed her two pills. She handed Louisa to me carefully and took the pills. Just two pills was what she meant... but I knew she only wanted two kids... maybe that was enough... I looked down to my daughter who was now in my arms and couldn't help but smile... nothing could possibly beat that moment.