KuroKen

Work was something Kuroo didn't particularly like. While he was good at his job, and he didn't exactly hate said job, he just didn't like to work. It was a chore. But, he needed money.

Money for his house, his car. Money for groceries and taxes and bills. He needed money for Kenma, too. He, Kenma, and their unborn daughter.

Kuroo sighed, sticking his keys in the lock of the back door. They jingled when he turned them, the door getting caught in the little rug Kenma insisted on keeping in front of the door. Kuroo tried to argue with him about it, but never won, of course. He was a sucker for the little guy.

He gave an irritated grunt, shoving the door harder and closing it behind him once he finally got inside. He ran a hand through his mess of hair, sighing and kicking his shoes off. He noted dully that the lights were off, meaning his little omega was probably napping. But he was so tired, that he completely forgot the little sign Kenma gave and called out for him in confusion.

"Kitten?" He tossed his bag on the couch, frown deepening. He peeked into the bedroom around the corner of the deep purple room. When he saw the lump of mother and child beneath the blankets stir, he smiled warmly.

"Tetsu?" Kenma slowly sat up, large belly getting in the way of any quick movements.

"Hey, baby. I didn't mean to wake you." He said softly, pushing off the doorframe and walking quietly to the bed. He sat down on the pale yellow, quilted mattress.

"S'okay." The blond whispered, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Did'ja need something?" He turned to look at at his lover.

"No, kitten. Go back to bed." Kuroo gave his baby-mama a gentle smile, reaching over to pat his swollen tummy. He helped Kenma lie back down, doing the same next to him. He wrapped his arms around his hugely pregnant mate, feeling their little girl lightly kicking against his wrist. The dark haired male grinned, exhaustion making itself prominent.

"Love you, Tetsurou…" Kenma's eyes fluttered closed, his arm wrapping around his belly of a balloon.

"I love you too, Kenma." He chuckled, shifting to kiss the omega's sweaty head. "Have a nice nap, sweetheart." The blond grunted softly, snuggling against his mate. Kuroo wrapped his arms around his omega in response, nuzzling into his bi-colored hair.

Maybe his shitty job was worth it.

Because Kenma was worth it.