The house was quiet and dark when he walked in at around 7pm. He kicked off his shoes and took his jacket off by the door, and made his way upstairs. The only light in the house was the small night light in the nursery, and the smile that drew on his lips was wide and involuntary as he quietly opened the door and walked in. He could see the top of Jane's head in the rocking chair but it was so quiet, and so when he rounded the chair he figured out they were both fast asleep, Ava perfectly cuddled in her mother's arms, cradled against her chest, a blanket covering them both. He watched them both for a moment, that brief glance at the two most important things in his life suddenly making him forget all the horrible things that had happened that day, everything they had gone through all of a sudden disappearing making way to nothing but the perfect image in front of him.

He eventually moved towards them, breaking out of his trance, and reached for his daughter, lifting her off Jane carefully, making sure not to wake either of them up. Ava stirred in his arms and her shifting against his chest made his heart swell. He brought his lips to the top of her head, kissing her gently and breathing in her scent. "Hey baby," he cooed softly, "daddy's missed you today." He kissed her again before laying her down in her crib and pulling the blanket over her.

He turned around, the glitter in his eyes not fading, and found Jane had woken and was watching him with a smile on her lips. "Hi," she mouthed and he smiled back, taking a step towards her, he held out his hand to her and helped her up, pulling her to him and wrapping her in his arms. "Hi back at you," he whispered, kissing the side of her head.

They ate dinner as Jane questioned Kurt about every detail of his day and the case. He knew it was killing her to be out of the office and out of the field and so he didn't spare her any detail. She was also still very valuable, and even though she wasn't back at the office yet, he often brought work back home with him to get her eyes on the case. She was still as valuable a member of the team as ever and she really appreciated that from him. She loved Ava, loved being a mother more than anything, more than she could ever imagine, but she was still her and not being involved in the cases still annoyed her. He was just telling her how Patterson cracked the phone's encryption when Ava's whimpers were heard over the baby monitor.

Jane moved to get up but Kurt quickly put a hand on her arm, "I got this," he said. "No, it's okay, Kurt," she argued but he shook his head. "I haven't see her all day," he admitted, "I've missed her." She smiled, nodded, and added as he got up, "I'll heat up a bottle for her."

He came back down minutes later, carrying Ava and humming her favorite lullaby, one that was apparently also her mother's, something Kurt admitted to her a few months ago, the first time he sang it to a colic Ava. Jane handed him the bottle and moved to clean up the table from their dishes. She placed everything in the sink and went to meet them in the living room, curling up next to Kurt, watching him feed their daughter. "You okay?" she asked and he nodded, turning to her with a beaming smile. She still couldn't get over the look on his face every time he saw their daughter, every time he held her. And she understood it, too, because the pure unadulterated joy and happiness that filled her, she was sure, was something that shone through her every time. All the time.

He tilted his head towards her, kissing her gently, "I'm perfect," he whispered. She lifted her hand to his stubbled cheek, brushing her fingers against the roughness of it and pulled him in for another quick kiss.

An hour later, Kurt was laying Ava back in her crib and then going to find his wife. The lights downstairs were off and so he tried their bedroom. He found her in their bathroom, giving herself a well deserved bath. Her head was resting against the edge, eyes closed and arms lying on the sides, the rest of her buried in the thick foamy bubbles. He moved in, sitting down next to the bathtub on the cold tiled floor. He reached for her, father touches to her arm and she smiled, eyes still closed. "Hi," he said and earned a soft moan in reply as he continued his ministrations against her skin. She lifted her hand slightly, brushing her nails against he back of his head, playing with his short hair and he sighed. "So, Kurt?" she said, finally opening her eyes, a playful smirk on her lips.

"Mm?" he said, enjoying the fell of her skin against his.

"I know that I've lost my place on your list," she said and he turned to her quizzically. "It's ok, I know Ava is the number one girl on your list now, and I don't blame you," she teased, "but did you at least miss me too today? Or is just her that you miss now?" she accused him teasingly, the smirk never leaving her lips.

He smiled and cocked his head, eagerly joining the game she initiated, and pretended to think about her question. "Hmm…" he said, squeezing her arm and getting up to his fee, "well, Mrs. Weller…" he started but then stopped, keeping her waiting for his reply, he raised an eyebrow at her and before she could figure out what he was planning, he was in the bath tub with her, fully dressed hovering over her.

"Kurt!" she squealed, laughter mixing in as he moved in closer and planted his lips forcefully against hers, kissing her senseless. She grabbed onto him, his clothes now fully drenched and returned the kiss with equal fervor, fighting for dominance. He pulled back eventually, resting his forehead against hers, breathless, he asked, "does that answer your question, Mrs. Weller?"

She smiled, eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. "Hmmm… it's a start…" she hummed, "but I think you should take those wet clothes off and get back in here to properly answer my questions."

He laughed, kissing her quickly before lifting himself up, "yes, ma'am."

AN: Yes, I know the last scene is stolen straight out of Batman vs Superman. I have no shame.