Authors note: Hey all, I wanted to apologize for the short chapter this time. I promise the next will be longer. It's been really chaotic here.

It had been only a couple of days since Fink had moved into K.O.'s home. Things were going about as smoothly as they could. Mr. Gar had reservations still about it, yet Carol and K.O. both insisted everything was alright.

The early morning sun rose as K.O. rested in his bed, his eyelids slowly beginning to flutter open as he yawned. K.O. felt something... no, someone very close to him. Fink was nuzzled into him, more so that she was practically clinging onto him. The glorbucator was strapped to her back as well. K.O. smiled, remembering now that last night was the first night they had slept in the same bed. The first few days, he rested in the floor to be fair to Fink, until she convinced him it was rude of her to make him sleep in the floor of his home.

K.O. felt flustered at the idea of sleeping together with his girlfriend, but as they both laid down, they were both out like a pair of lights. The bodega cleaner felt an overwhelming sense of warmth in his body as he saw her cute face first thing in the morning. The Level 4 hero carefully reached a hand up to her face and brushed some of her messy hair aside, and gently caressed her cheek afterwards.

He wanted to stay like that, just lay there with her all morning, but knew it was time to get up and get ready for another day of work. Though when K.O. tried to get out of bed, he wound up tripping and falling to the floor. He was confused – it felt like something had tugged on his leg. K.O. looked over and saw Fink's tail, which had gotten wrapped around his ankle while they slumbered.

"I really need to pay more attention to that…" he mumbled. He kept forgetting about his girlfriend's tail. The only times he really paid attention to it were when he was trying to read the young mouse's mood, as that tail always gave away how she felt very easily.

After getting himself untangled from her tail, K.O. had made sure Fink was comfortable in bed and checked on their child. So far, the still developing fetus was doing great. It was just morning routine to him now.

K.O. had made his way downstairs to the kitchen, he saw his mother who had already made breakfast. Mr. Gar sat at the table eating away.

"Morning, mommy and dad!" the Level 4 hero greeted them happily as went and took his seat.

"Morning, peanut! Sleep well?" Carol replied warmly, still working on Fink's breakfast. Her son nodded. Last night was the best he ever slept in these last few weeks. Stress had been more or less making it harder to enjoy any real slumber or naps, he refused to let that stop him from working though.

"How've things been with Fink?" Mr. Gar questioned, sounding more interrogatory about it above all else. As suspicious as he was, he still had to accept Fink as a good person. It was just a lot to take in for the newfound parent, to see K.O. growing up so fast. It made the bodega owner wonder if he was really having this much of an impact in K.O.'s life.

"They've been great! She really likes it here, she's even helped with my chores," the Level 4 hero smiled. Fink liked helping him out with stuff around the house, despite him insisting he needed no help. He could tell though that his step-dad was trying to subtlety query if there had been any suspicious activity in the rat's actions.

"I'm glad to hear that," Mr. Gar got up, "I'll see you two at work."

His family told him goodbye as he left. K.O. and Carol usually went to the plaza a little later, while Mr. Gar always went early just to handle getting everything ready for opening.

"Mommy, is Mr. Gar upset?" K.O. questioned his mother, wondering if their household numbers increasing had upset the high levelled hero he so idolized. His mother shook her head.

"He's just not used to all this yet. He barely moved in before he proposed. You growing up so much, Fink moving in, me being pregnant… it's a lot to take in," Carol tried to assure her son it was alright. The pregnancy was most likely going to stress the bodega owner far more than it was going to stress the fitness dojo owner. So far, the symptoms had not been few and far between.

"Is it hard being pregnant?" K.O. asked, curiously. His mother instinctively laughed a little.

"Ohhh yeah, peanut. You did break two of my ribs before you were born after all," she hummed. He was given the nickname K.O. for that.

The Level 4 hero gulped, falling quiet. He sure was glad Fink wouldn't have to put up with any of that, but he couldn't imagine being born from a ball himself either. He was still a little too young to wrap his head around everything, though he thought he was getting a good hang on the concept of starting a family.

"Good morning…" Fink's yawning voice grabbed their attention. She stood in the kitchen doorframe, with the glorbucator on her back. Her hair was messy, and she looked like she wanted another few hours of sleep as well.

"Morning Fink!" Carol greeted her, happy to have not had much of Fink's wit since they moved in. She had been dreading that it would happen, and every so often. Thankfully, it seemed like Fink had matured a lot and had grown out of that snippy attitude of hers.

"Good morning, Fink! You sleep well?" K.O. chirped, his girlfriend nodded giving him a warm smile in reply as she took her seat.

"Yeah, I swear something yanked my tail though…" Fink commented. K.O. just gulped and kept quiet, not wanting to embarrass his girlfriend by letting her know about her unconscious tail behavior.

Calm silence spread in the table. Mr. Gar leaving right before Fink entered was nothing new. He was uncomfortable with interacting with villains, whether or not they were reformed. He just needed time to adjust.

"You got anything planned for today?" Carol asked the young mouse as she ate her own food, though she shook her head. The blonde woman stayed confused by the glorbucator as her son never took it off most of the time. Now here Fink was wearing it herself.

"We have a date planned tonight… Otherwise, I'm going to just work on my book more – it's nearly done," Fink claimed, though she sounded tired when mentioning the book. K.O. had seen his girlfriend spending copious amounts of time working on it to complete it. He figured the former henchminion had been doing it to distract herself from her own emotions.

"Yeah! There's a small carnival east in neutral zone," K.O. continued, sounding eager enough for this date. Lately they had no time for any outings together, between the move and the adjusting to starting their new life together.

"That's great! I hope you two have fun with it," Carol hummed. Normally she would offer some extra money to her son, since she knew how little he actually got from the bodega. Though now that he got real paychecks, she didn't see a need to offer it unless K.O. himself requested it. She was happy to see her child becoming so independent already at such a young age. Carol saw the time, and she stood up stretched. They had gotten lost in conversation, partially. "Come on peanut, time to get to work!"

The brushy haired boy nodded and stood up. "I'll see you later, Fink," he told her, though he was then grabbed and pulled close to her. The mouse gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"See you after work, K.O," Fink teased her boyfriend, relishing his blushing and flustered face.

"Hehehe… Come on, lover boy, we don't wanna be late," Carol insisted to her son, who only nodded trying to resist the ever increasing blush. The two leaving the house on that note. Fink sat with a smug expression, getting up to start doing the dishes for her morning routine. It was her turn to do them after all, last one to finish was the one to clean.

"How can someone be so innocent yet strong at the same time?" the mouse girl pondered aloud to herself, while she began running the faucet to start on the first of the plates, "Your dad is a real weird person, but… to me, they're perfect," she spoke to the fetus in the glorbucator. Even if they couldn't hear her, she wanted to treat them like they could. She just hoped things would remain simple for the upcoming months.

The young couple still had to discuss how to announce everything. The expected child of theirs was one thing. K.O. planning on going to P.O.I.N.T. Prep Academy on a scholarship and quit the bodega was another, a nightmare to think about. Fink shook her head, trying to just focus on her tasks before her today.