You and Kenji had been together for years at this point, and you were there for him through thick and thin. Covering for him when he had to be Ultraman, and whenever else he needed her help. Moving from Japan to the United States and then back to Japan, you were always there for him.

He’d always been protective of you, especially after the birth of your daughter Emi. WIth the Kaiju attacks happening less and less, he had more time to devote to baseball and his family.

Ken was handsome, but you were gorgeous, always had been. Getting hit on was something you were both used to. So he was surprised when one of his rival players from another team hit on you at a gala, and you did nothing. He went in and subtly got you away, flashing his wedding ring.

Back at home with Emi asleep, you’d barely gotten your shoes off before he had you up on the counter, and he was standing between your legs. “What was that, babe? You just let guys hit on you now?”