A/N: Another tiny fluff, for fluff's sake. Enjoy my silly headcanons!

Bedtime

Shego grinned from her spot on the bed, her six-week-old son nestled in her arms and falling asleep as she nursed him. Across the room, Drakken sat hunched forward in the easy chair, a blow-dryer in hand and a comb held between his lips. On the floor, their young pajama-clad daughter sat between his knees, grinning and giggling.

Shego watched as Drakken purposely blew their daughter's hair forward over her face, his fingers raking through her dark hair and massaging her scalp. Abby kept leaning forward to laugh as her hair was moved to block her view, but it didn't deter her father's antics. Shego smiled at the pair as Drakken, finally satisfied, turned off the blow-dryer.

"There! All dry," he declared softly as he began combing Abby's hair straight down all around her head.

"Daddy! I can't see!"

Shego's grin broadened. It was a typical routine, that Drakken would comb the toddler's hair into her face and pretend to have no idea what she was talking about. And then they would come to show her, as if she'd not been present for the entire play, and she would act surprised and 'wonder where Abby went.'

It wasn't the sort of future she had ever envisioned for herself.

As her son unlatched, having fallen deeply asleep, she re-buttoned the front of her nightdress and then rose to place the sleeping baby in the crib.

"Mama! Mama, look!" Abby called with a suppressed giggle. Shego glanced over with a smirk to see the familiar sight of her daughter's waves having been straightened by the blow-dryer and combed down around her face like a black curtain.

Shego looked up to her husband's face, where his smirk matched hers. She gave a playful roll of her eyes as she tucked the baby in.

"Abby Joy? Where are you?"

The girl sometimes had the patience to draw the play out, but it wasn't one of those nights as she parted her hair and ran full into her mother's legs, giving her a strong hug.

"Oh there you are!" she said, smiling as Abby pushed her hair back again to look up at her mother. She brought her gaze higher as Drakken approached with the comb, kneeling down to fix the girl's hair.

"Daddy says my hair might be as long as yours someday," Abby declared happily as her blue eyes were revealed beneath the dark curtain.

"Your daddy likes long hair," Shego commented. Abby's hair was only just hitting her shoulders, but Shego wondered if she would have to have a talk with the two of them about the practicality of long hair on a small child.

"All right, time for bed," Drakken said, picking up their daughter having finished with her hair. Shego smiled again, her heart always warmed by how softly he spoke to their children. It was a stark contrast to his norm, but the change was a testament to his deep love for their children. He treated them like they were his whole world.

Drakken was about to depart to put their daughter to bed, but Shego halted him by sliding her fingers into his hair. His brow rose, but he leaned forward happily into her kiss.

"Why are you always kissing?" Abby complained from between them, and Shego smiled into the caress of her husband's lips. She couldn't help the chuckle of happiness that hummed from her throat as he pulled away, his dark eyes sparkling with love.

"Because we love each other," Shego said simply, kissing her daughter on the cheek. "Sweet dreams, AJ."

Drakken's smile faltered, but only slightly as he turned to leave the room. Shego waited until they were gone before looking back to their son and softly stroking his cheek. After a moment she leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"We love you so much," she murmured.