Ken moved back into Davis' room the next day. Mrs. Motomiya was thrilled, however, she didn't know exactly why Ken left, or even that he left at all. Davis had told her that he and Ken were re-doing their room, and that was why all his stuff had been moved. But when Ken looked at Davis severly later that night at dinner, Davis gulped, knowing that it was a time of truth.
"Mom? Dad? Jun?" spoke Davis clearly. They were eating steak. The three of them looked up, as Ken looked further down into his plate, trying not to attract attention.
"Yes dear?" spoke his mother.
"Remember all those years ago...The Digimon?" asked Davis.
"Oh, you mean those worthless creatures that came and ransacked the town? Yeah" replied Jun rudely.
"Well, I was one of those kid's responcible, and I have my own..." mumbled Davis to their surprise.
Demi-Veemon then chose that moment to hop out onto the table. Ken froze where he sat next to Davis, knowing that Wormmon was ready to do the same thing when given the chance.
"What?" asked Anita, not fully understandingy what was trying to be said.
"What is that?" shrieked Jun when she saw Wormmon in Ken's lap. Wormmon flinched.
"Um..." mumbled Ken into his lap. "This is Wormmon..."
Davis tried to grab their attention again, but then Jun's phone rang and she left to answer it.
"Hello?" they could hear her say.
"Mom, Dad..." he began. Ken trembled in his seat. "You see...couple days ago, Ken and us went to the digital world. Well, Ken was captured by strange digimon and...they made him pregnant with the next person he saw...which was me.."
No one said anything. "So...Ken's pregnant?" asked Anita. Ken nodded.
"Yes."
"Honey! That's great!" cried Anita, getting up to hug Ken and Davis. His dad smiled as well.
"We just discovered a while ago that Jun was...you know...a lesbian as well, so...this way we get to have grandchildren!" he said. Ken and Davis was delighted at their happiness, thinking themselves stupid for worrying before.

Month 1
Food. That was what was always on Ken's mind. Food. He craved everything he heard about or saw. As the weeks passed, his appetite grew larger and larger. Along with his stomach. He'd now gained a total of six pounds in the last month. He was always tired...always lethargic. His mood swings were terrible. One second he'd be crying, the next, laughing his head off, then furious.
Joe called every other day to see how Ken was doing...and it wasn't until the second month did Ken start to panic about being pregnant.

Month 2
Davis, Joe, and Ken were all in the hospital room, having just checked Ken over. Ken sat on the bed covered in plastic paper and groaned, clutching his growing stomach.
"Joe? I have a question for you" he began.
Joe turned to Ken. "Yes?"
"Since I'm not a woman...I don't have the same organs and stuff they do...so...how exactly am I going to have this baby?" he asked.
"That's simple" replied Joe calmly. "C Section"
Davis gave him a confused expression as Ken gave him a look of horror. "What's that?" asked Davis.
Joe smiled. "C Section is when the doctors cut open your stomach and reach in for the baby, then sew you back up" he answered matter-of-factly. Ken, who looked to be in silent denial, shook his head.
"No. I'm not doing that" he whispered, rubbing his stomach. He was wearing a simple shirt and pants, along with Davis, only he wore a hoodie over his shirt.
Ken burst into tears, something that happened a lot more often since he got these nasty mood swings. Davis was immediatly at his side, rubbing his back gently, trying to sooth him.
"Relax Ken. We're here. I'm here. Joe will help you, right Joe?" Davis turned to Joe to make sure. Joe nodded. Ken didn't seem at all convinced.
"I don't care! I'm scared that I won't make it! That the baby won't make it!" he cried.
Davis turned to Joe who nodded, then helped the crying Ken off the plastic bed and out the door, where Davis then led Ken to the car and drove home.

Ken was currently sitting in the Motomiya living room reading a magazine when Davis walked in through the door. Ken looked up and smiled, yet turned back down to his reading.
"Say Ken, you know that neat resturaunt down on Belmont Street?" asked Davis conversationally.
Ken looked up from his magazine and nodded, yet gave him a look of impatience. Davis sighed.
"Well, I know this guy, by the name of Alan. Well, he and his wife own this resturaunt downtown, well, he does anyway, and he needs someone to work as a fulltime waiter..." He looked at Ken expectantly. "Do you think...?"
Ken eyed him with a glare. "Just what are you planning Davis?" he asked, anger evident in his voice.
"Well, I was thinking that maybe you could work there...? For a time?" offered Davis, ready to start running if Ken didn't like the idea. Ken shook his head.
"No Davis. I don't want to. What's the point? I'll just have to quit anyway once the baby comes" reasoned Ken, not understanding the reason for working. "Besides, why don't you work there? Why do I have to?"
Davis cleared his throat nervously, knowing that Ken had a good point. "Well, I don't want to work there."
Ken scoffed. "And you think I do?"
Davis sighed. "Please Ken. It'll help. I mean, we are going to need money once the baby is born."
Ken sighed. This time it was Davis who was right. "Fine. When do you want to go and have me fill out an application?"
Davis grinned. "Right now."

Ken signed his name on the paper for the third time as he filled out the application. He looked over to his left to glare at Davis, who was sitting there giving him an innocent look.
"Davis" Ken sighed, setting the pen he had been using down on the counter. "This had better be worth it. I refuse to work for someone who will treat me as though I'm a-"
"Slave?" offered Davis pointedly. Ken went silent, looking back down at the paper. "I thought so..." Snickered Davis.
Ken was silent for the rest of the time he spent filling out the application. He then snapped his hand in front of Davis' and handed it to him, turning around and leaving the room.
"I just hope I don't get this job" muttered Ken as he left.

Month 3
Ken had changed very little in the last month, only his mood swings were not as bad. Now he was just always depressed. The job that Ken now had was going slowly but surely. Ken now worked their full time, and was currently working there now.
"Ken! I need you there at table five!" cried Ken's boss.
The restaraunt was outside, or at least, part of it was, and since it was mid-summer, most people wanted to eat outside.
Ken wore a white shirt, black silk pants and an apron. In his hand, above his head, stood a well-balanced tray which had eight empty cups on it. Ken turned around to see that the place was very busy, and as a waiter, Ken needed to start on his tables that he was assigned to.
"Barb!" cried Ken over his shoulder as he looked at the table. "That's not my table!"
"Well I don't care! Clean it!" cried his boss. Ken shrugged, getting rid of the cups he already had and started cleaning the table.
"I suppose this is what I get for listening to Davis" whispered Ken to himself as he cleaned up the table.
He'd been working at this resteraunt known as "Chiffon's" for the last three weeks. he had to admot that he did get good pay, but Ken hated the way he was treated. He was treated as though he didn't know the difference between a clean table and a dirty one. His boss, Mrs. Chiffon, had a tendancy to treat him badly. He was always having to do her dirty work.
Ken cleaned up the table, by picking up the dishes and wiping off the table itself with water and soap. He then dried it off with a seperate towel.
"Ken!" cried a voice. Ken looked up to see Yolei and Cody walking up to him. They both smiled broadly at him.
"Ken, we didn't know you worked here" spoke Cody as he sat at the table Ken was cleaning. Yolei sat in the chair beside him. Ken nodded, taking a glance up at Mrs. Chiffon to see if she was watching him.
"Yes, I work here. Davis wanted me to get a job. Although, the unfair part about it all, is that Davis still does not have one. He claims that every job in town is taken" scoffed Ken angrily.
"Ah well. That's Davis for you" replied Yolei offhandedly. Ken nodded. "Where have you been lately?"
Ken froze, looking up at her. "What do you mean?"
"You've been awfully quiet lately. We hardly see you anymore. Davis has been telling us your sick. But you don't look sick at all. You've gained a few pounds if anything." Cody answered for her. Ken blushed a bit at the last sentence, yet frowned all the same.
Well, I've just been...busy..." he muttered in reply. The two of them watched as Ken placed a hand on his stomach.
Cody nodded silenty. " I see. And it appears that you've been spending a lot of time with TK too."
Ken looked at Cody, gazing at him hard. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, haven't you stolen enough of our time?" sneered Cody. Ken frowned.
"Oh I'm sorry Cody. Am I stealing your friends' time of being with you?" hissed Ken. Yolei stood up at this, taking Cody along with her.
"Come on Cody! Enough of that! Ken has to get back to work!" she cried desperately as she pulled Cody along. The two boys only continued to glare at each other until Yolei was able to pull Cody around a corner, which then Ken started cleaning the table again.

Five and a half Months Later
Month Eight

Ken sighed as he watched Davis help him get his lunch. When he had discovered that he was pregnant, he had never have guessed things would have been this bad. Over the last few months, Ken has gained about thirty pounds, He was always eating, and after a month of working at Chiffon's he found out that it was just too hard for him to work someplace with so much food.
Ken sighed once more as he looked over to see what Davis was doing now.
"Here Ken. Have some soup" he said, handing Ken, who was lying on the couch, some soup. To say Ken looked like a boy anymore would have to be incorrect. He no longer looked like a boy. He looked like a woman about to have a baby. His hair had grown several inches in the last months, along with his stomach. It was no quite large in size. Ken was thrilled to know that he only had six more weeks until the due date, and then he would no longer have to worry about being pregnant. Ken closed his eyes has he sipped at the soup, listening to the news all the while. Davis sat next to him, bopred beyond reason. Ken opened his eyes to glance at him, wanting to know why is boyfriend was so depressed.
"What's wrong Davis?" asked Ken. Davis looked at him, then looked away, making Ken all the more worried. "What is it?"
"It's nothing Ken" davis answered too quickly. Ken was not satisfied with that answer and Davis knew it. "Please, could we just drop it?"
Ken shook his head, setting the hardly touched soup down on the table next to him. His large stomach kept him from moving quickly. "Davis, I am about to have our kids when I'm not even meant to, and you sit here refusing to tell what is on your mind."
Davis galared at Ken, yet stopped the moment he saw Ken, knowing it was useless to stay mad at him.
"Fine" relented Davis at last. Ken smiled in triumph. "I've just been thinking. How are you even going to have this baby? I mean, girls are the only ones who are supposed to. So, you don't even have the right body parts for this. So how are you going to have it?"
Ken tensed up. "Davis, you are so stupid!" Davis looked at Ken with wide eyes. He had not been expecting that. "Of course. You are speaking the complete obvious! I already know this! Joe even spoke about this while you were in his office on several occasions. They will have to do C-Section on me! Rip open my stomach, take the baby out, then sew my back up with stitches."
Davis nodded, staring at the televison instead of Ken's gaze. "I know...I'm sorry."
"It's alright Davis. I forgive you" replied Ken. "I always forgive you Davis, just as you always forgive me..."
Davis looked at Ken at the last sentence. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Ken leaned back into the couch, closing his eyes. "You know what I meant."
"You're talking about when you first told me you were pregnant aren't you?" asked Davis. Ken only shrugged.
"Maybe I am" mumbled Ken.
Davis frowned. "I said I was sorry about that!"
"I know you did Davis" sighed Ken.
No one said another word on the matter.