Max stretched, letting out a light sigh as she woke. Her brown eyes gazed upon her husband. His short red hair seemed to glisten in the sunrays that were peeking through the blinds. She smiled then leaned over and gently pressed a kiss on his temple. Max then got out of bed, wearing only a black bra and panty set, she threw on a robe then made her way down the hall, to the last door on the right. She lightly knocked, and when she heard no noise she made her way inside the room.

She couldn't help but smirk and shake her head at the sight. A young boy laying in his bed on his stomach, drool dripping from his mouth. The blankets were all over and not a pillow was left on the bed. Max then brushed her fingers over the boy's brown hair.

"Time to wake up, Takato."

A groan then grunt was her only response.

"Takato, rise and shine, my love." She tried again.

"Okay mommy.." Takato finally started to awaken. His voice was gentle, and soft. He rolled on his side and rubbed at his eyes roughly. Max smiled down at her son then made her way out of his room.

Takato slowly made his way out of bed and slid open the door that connected to his own bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.

'Today will be the day!' He then got in the shower.

Takato was 12 years old, with brown like his mother's but lighter, and brown eyes, like his mother also. However, his body and shyness towards others came from his father. Takato was a very caring and care-free boy. But he had dreams, and that dream was to become a Digidestined just like his dad. Growing up he had heard the stories and adventures his father had being a Digidestined and Takato's dream was to find his very own Digimon partner. They never told him about his mother, and what she really was. Max said, it was better that way.

After throwing on his clothes Takato made his way out to the kitchen. He seen his dad sitting in the living room, typing away at his laptop, as usual, and grinned.

"Morning dad!"

Izzy responded as he finished typing something saying, "Hey son." Then looked up at him with a smile. Takato sat down at the kitchen table where his mom had already set him up with a plate of cinnamon swirl waffles, a fresh sliced peach and a glass of milk.

"Mmm, smells delicious mom! Thanks!" He scarfed down his breakfast.

"Your welcome sweetie." Max leaned against the granite counter top, sipping on a cup of hot tea as she watched her boy. He had grown up so much, and she never knew she could love anything as much as she loved him. He was her miracle. Max had always had a way with children, she was especially good with T.K. back then, but because of being what she was...she had been told it would be impossible for her to ever bare a child. But there he sat. 12 years old and the most gentle, loving creature that she, along with the love of her life, Izzy, had created.

Max had to quickly wipe a tear from her cheek. She wasn't a sensitive person, but that all changed when she first had gotten pregnant with Takato.

"I'll get around and take you to school, hun." She placed her now empty mug in the sink.

"No, that's okay mom. I'd like to take the bus today. Is that alright?" He finished off his milk then smiled at his mom, not knowing he now had a milk mustache.

Max laughed and nodded. "Of course. But be sure to wipe your face first." She then pointed to her lips.

"Oh! Thanks mom." He wiped his face with his arm then ran up to his mom and gave her a big tight hug. "Love you mom! See you after school." Takato grabbed his bag and started to run out the door, but made sure to yell back, "Bye dad, love you too!"

"Love you." His parents said back in unison.


Takato was getting off the bus when an older kid shoved him out of the way, making him fall and skid his knee.

"Takato, are you okay?!" A tiny voice ran up to him.