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The sharp beep of your alarm goes off in the morning, your hand instinctively moving to silence your phone before you even open your eyes. The desire to avoid disturbing your boyfriend is an automatic response now, carved into your muscles after waking up next to Aizawa for so long. You finally blink your eyes open and glance over at him, satisfied that you hadn’t woken him. As much as you’d love to spend the entire day with him, both of you having the day off together, he’d had a long night and you’re kind enough to let him sleep a bit longer while you run errands.
You return home nearly two hours later to find him in the exact same position, snoring slightly. You know he’s tired, but it’s almost 11 and you’d like to interact with Shouta at some point today. “Hey, wake up,” you lean over to kiss his cheek, his ever-preset stubble scratching your skin. “Come on, I’ll make you some food,” you offer. A single eye slides open to meet yours and he raises a hand to wave you off. You hear him mumble something about coming back in 20 minutes and then he rolls over and is snoozing again within seconds.
Shrugging, you grab the shopping bag you’d brought in and head towards the bathroom. You’d put off replenishing toiletries for too long and had needed to buy most of your regular supplies. Sweet flowery-scented body wash for you, generic soap for him, toothpaste, another three-pack of eye drops. You lean down to place the spare shaving cream in the lower cabinet (Shouta never remembers to buy more on his own), nudging aside the unopened box of tamp-
Wait, unopened? That can’t be right. You pause mid-bend to mentally count through the past few weeks. You typically use half a box per cycle…and you know it’s been at least a month since you restocked them…which, considering you hadn’t used any at all, would mean your period is suspiciously late…
Slowly your hand moves to your pocket, pulling out your phone. You use an app to track yourself, but you’ve been so distracted by life lately you haven’t checked it in awhile. You must have your timing wrong, or maybe Shouta picked some up for you and forgot to mention it. You’ve always been careful about taking your pill, and you know it’s not a 100% guarantee, but there’s no way you could be in that minuscule percent that fails. With nervous fingers you press the buttons on your phone, just to reassure yourself, and see the words in harsh, cold black text.
Estimated Period: 9 Days Late
Shit. In a flash you’re standing up straight and yanking open the drawer on the bathroom counter. Digging through it with both hands, you wonder how you’ve never noticed what a disorganized mess it is. Eye drops, bobby pins, floss. More eye drops, hair elastics, tweezers. Another bottle of eye drops, comb, nail polish. Why does he have so many eye drops in this drawer? Nail clippers, spare toothbrush, yet one more bottle of eye drops goddamnit Shouta. Finally at the very back you find your prize, a long and thin box that was already open. You’d had a pregnancy scare about six months ago, you’d only used one of the two tests in the package and tossed the remainder in the drawer. You’d honestly expected that it would expire before you ever needed it. Swallowing nervously, you read and reread the directions several times and unzip your jeans.
It’s simple enough. Pee on the stick. Wait three minutes. Look for a plus sign. Have an emotional meltdown regardless of the result. Once you convince your bladder to cooperate, you place the plastic tool on the edge of the tub, wash your hands, and set the timer on your phone. You’re fidgeting too much to even pull your pants back up and just abandon them on the floor, losing yourself in thought as you pace around the small bathroom. This is the longest three minutes of your life.
You two had been together for years now, there was no doubt in your mind that you were going to be with him the rest of your life. Of course you’d thoroughly discussed having kids. While you both agreed that you’d like them some day, it was always something you’d do eventually, at some undefined point in the future. You weren’t even thirty yet, you still had plenty of time to start a family, you were happy to enjoy a few more years alone together. And with the increase in villain activity, it was only responsible to wait a bit longer just for safety’s sake. Although, if you were being completely honest, there were those nights when he was on patrol and you were scared out of your mind for him, when you wouldn’t mind having his child already in your arms, just in case he didn’t come back this time-
You’re jerked out of your daydream by the timer, your fingers trembling slightly as you shut it off. Taking one last deep breath before you pick the test up, you steel your nerves to look. It takes a few agonizing moments for your frazzled mind to process what you’re seeing and then it clicks.
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Oh. You’re lightheaded and drop to sit on the edge of the tub as several emotions hit you at once. You’re nervous, terrified actually, suddenly imagining dozens of ways this could all go wrong. You live in a dangerous world, full of things that could harm an innocent baby without a care, like villains and illnesses and bears. Still though, you can’t deny the excitement you already feel. This is going to be an actual person, living proof of the love you share with Aizawa. You can almost picture the curious toddler with messy black hair bouncing through your home, calling out for attention and to be picked up by either of their amused parents. You touch your stomach softly in rapidly-growing affection and stand back up. “We can do this,” you say out loud. You’re not sure if you’re talking to yourself or the future in your belly.
“You need to wake up now,” you sit down on the side of the bed, reaching out to shake your boyfriend.
He groans in response. “I said 20 more minutes,” he complains without opening his eyes.
You jostle him harder. “Now, Shouta. I have to talk to you.”
With a weary sigh he stretches and looks at you, and his expression becomes concerned. You seem downright jittery, you’re not wearing pants, and you’re holding something in your hand that he can’t quite see. “What’s wrong?” he asks warily, instantly sitting up.
You shake your head, not quite able to form the words you need to explain yourself. “Nothing wrong. It’s the opposite, I think. It’s just, I…we’re…” You’re too flustered, there are too many ways you want to break the news and you can’t decide which one should come out of your mouth. Giving up, you settle for just handing over the test.
Aizawa’s free hand rubs his neck in confusion. “What the hell is-” he begins, taking a good look at the plastic item before realization hits him like a brick. His gaze snaps up to meet your face, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape in surprise. “You’re pregnant.”
You nod, tears pricking your eyes when you hear it out loud, all your emotions threatening to overwhelm you. “Yeah. You’re gonna be a daddy.”
It’s his turn to let out a shaky breath as he moves beside you, curling an arm around your waist and resting his head on top of yours. “How do you feel?” His voice is gentle, as if he’s worried you’ve suddenly become so fragile.
“I’m alright,” you confirm. “I mean, I’m a little scared out of my mind here, but I’m really happy. We always wanted a family, eventually.”
“Eventually was sooner than I thought,” he says quietly. You look at him with apprehension and he offers you a small, reassuring smile. “Scared but happy,” he agrees, pulling you closer to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I probably don’t say it enough, but I love you.”
You return the smile and nuzzle into his shirt. “Love you too, Shouta.”
You’re not sure how long you stay like this, wrapped in his protective embrace until he shifts your bodies. “Come here, kitten,” he leans back into the pillows and repositions you next to him. “You should have a nap.” You roll your eyes but don’t argue, after all you’re sleeping for two now.