You were relaxing in your home, as your digimon partners had gone out to get some groceries. It was strange living in the digital world, but Wargreymon and Blackwargreymon had your back, and took care of you as you adjusted. You’d quickly become a cook almost for them, and they always joked you were a wonderful househusband.

Soon, the front door opened. “We’re home, Owen .” You heard Wargreymon say, before they entered the kitchen, setting down the many bags of groceries.

“Could you cook lunch, darling?” Blackwargreymon coo’d as he walked over, gently pressing himself against your back; how’d he get back there? “I’ll give you a nice, deep kiss if you do!~ And I’m sure Wargreymon wouldn’t mind as well.~” He said, before you saw a slight smirk grace Wargreymon’s helmeted features at his brother’s words.