Sayaka Miki woke up panting. She patted herself down, adrenaline pumping through her blood, before she relaxed. She was in her bed. In her apartment, dressed in a nightgown. To her right, she could see the city at six in the morning on a Sunday. To her left, she saw her wife sleeping, arms wrapped around Sayaka's waist. Somehow, she hadn't woken up, despite being dragged along when Sayaka bolted upright.
That's right. She sighed in relief.
That was almost seventeen years ago. "Morning." She said.
Kyouko groaned.
"Hey. Hey sleepyhead." She kissed Kyouko on the forehead. "Morning."
Kyouko groaned. "Lemme know when the brat starts-"
She was interrupted when from down the hall, a child started crying.
"Oh, goddammit."
"You know you love her." Sayaka giggled.
"Don't remind me." Kyouko groaned.
"You insisted."
"Yeah. I guess I did." Kyouko sat up. "...Also?" She pulled Sayaka's face to hers and gave her a long kiss on the lips. "Morning."
Sayaka broke it off, still smiling. "So on a scale of one to 'right now', how bad do you want breakfast?"
"Pretty damn bad." Kyouko yawned. "Got anywhere to go?"
"That's not on the scale." Sayaka said back. "And no. Sunday. I'm off."
"Good." Kyouko wrapped her arms around Sayaka's waist. "Can I be clingy today? You were clingy yesterday."
"You can be clingy today."
"Good."
[=]
A toddler with blue hair and red eyes stared at her banana-covered plate, then up at Kyouko. "Mama!"
"Eat your banana." Kyouko said with a smile. "Hey, Sayaka?"
"Hm?" She turned.
"When's everyone coming over?"
"Like around midday." Sayaka said back as she flipped a sizzling egg. "Should we cook something for the party?"
"I have no idea." Kyouko shrugged. "...Eh, fuck it. We can go out or som-" She froze when she realized what she said. "Wait,
nonono-"
"FUGGIT."
Sayaka almost fell over when she heard her kid swearing.
"Kyouko."
"Sorry!" She said back. "Sh-I mean,
sorry!"
"FUGGIT!"
Sayaka turned. "Don't say that, Minako. It's a bad word."
"Fuggit?" She pouted, and turned back to her plate.
"It's better than her first word." Kyouko sighed.
"That's your fault." Sayaka said back as she put chopped sausage into the egg. "Anyway, almost done with yours."
"Woo!" Kyouko grinned broadly, before a hot steaming plate was put in front of her. "Best wife." She said in english.
"Bestuwaifu!" Minako shouted.
"Oh good. She learned something that isn't a swear." Sayaka snickered. "She likes taking after you more than me."
"Well, I carried her for nine months." Kyouko grinned back. "Anyway, did you get your gear cleaned?"
"Yeah. Last patrol was kind of nothing." Sayaka muttered. "A few muggers."
"I hope you didn't hit them too hard."
Sayaka scoffed. "You'd hit harder than I would."
"Yeah, probably." Kyouko sipped her coffee. "Probably break their legs."
"I dislocated their arms when they tried resisting arrest." Sayaka said. "And
only because they were armed."
"Like that'd do anything to you." Kyouko turned. "Miss 'I've killed worse than you on my way to real problems'."
"I don't kill on the job." Sayaka said back. "And I only said that
once to a rogue magical girl."
"But you can't deny it'd be cool. The wife of a
badass cop." She turned to Minako. "Don't say that word."
"BA-DA!"
Sayaka chuckled. "I'd rather not."
"Yeah, I know." Kyouko smiled. "Too good a person for that, right?"
"Yeah." Sayaka smiled. "Oh, we should probably eat. I think your egg's getting cold."
"Oh.
Dammit."
"DAMMIC!"
A/N: More will come eventually...mebbe
