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It was after midnight when Hawks opened his apartment door and trudged in before locking it back up behind him. It was a long day and he was tired and just wanted to curl up in bed with his wife and get a good amount of sleep for once before someone calls to need his help for some villain activity or boring paperwork he had to sign, both seemed to be never ending.
He took off his shoes at the doorway and shuffled down the hallway when he heard a small voice in the bedroom right next to his. Hawks put his ear to the door and heard a whine, “Sniff…..papapa.”
The hero quickly yet quietly opened the door to reveal his son laying on his stomach, looking though the bars of his crib with teary eyes. “Papapa,” he said as soon as he recognized his father and moved towards him.
“Hey, there little man,” Hawks said, turning off the baby monitor before picking the baby up and held him to his chest to which he immediately grabbed his cloths tightly with no intention of letting go. “Why so sad? Did you miss me that much?”
“Papapa.”
He chuckled and went to change the diaper, which wasn’t bad this time, and went to the kitchen to heat up a bottle of milk. His son seemed to know what was happening, seeing as he was getting excited with his big smile and trying to jump in his father’s arms. “Alright, settle down. Don’t want to get you too excited before going back to bed.”
With the warmed up bottle in hand, Hawks walked back to the room, sat on the rocking chair, and laid his son in his arms to feed him. He happily drank the milk with greedy gulps and cooed a couple of times at the delicious taste. The man sighed as he rocked back and forth in a smooth motion while humming a little tune. It wasn’t as good as his wife’s, but that’s other people’s opinions. His son didn't seem to mind though since he's never screamed at him to stop.
Never had he imagined his life playing out like this. He always thought that he’d be a bachelor his whole life with the occasional dates here and there without it getting too serious and living in a quiet apartment with no disturbances of people on the floor, living a life people would die for. But, look at him now, married to the perfect woman he doesn’t deserve yet can’t live without and a son he’d give up anything for just to be with him.
Planned or not, this life was perfect and he wouldn’t change any of it.
The bottle was soon gone(greedy little monkey) and what was left was a satisfied baby. Hawks lifted him up to his shoulder and gave him pats on the back to make him burp, which didn’t take long, and moved him back to his previous laying down position. The child beamed up at him with a happy smiley face without traces of being tired even with a full belly and reached his hands up to touch his father’s face. Hawks obliged that wish and brought his face closer, and prepared himself for the iron like grip he dubbed as the “Todoroki death grip”, but what took it’s place was soft pats and gentle squeezes to his cheeks.
“Papapa.”
Hawks felt such emotion flowing through him at the sight of his precious little boy in his arms looking at him with so much love and making him feel like he was the luckiest person in the world. The hero felt his eyes start to water and rest his forehead against his son’s. “I love you so much,” he whispered with little crack in his voice. “I’ll love you forever and swear to protect you from all harm that come’s your way.”
After speaking, he felt a hand gently combing through his hair and turned to see to find his wife with her bed head, messy pajamas and a sleepy smile, but he swears he’s never seen a more beautiful sight. “Welcome home, Keigo,” she says with a kiss on his head.
Hawks smiled and wrapped his free arm around her waist and guided her to sit on his lap. “It’s good to be home,” he said as he laid his head on Fuyumi’s shoulder.
“Mamama,” the baby said after he heard his mother’s voice the second time and wiggled out of his father’s hold to climb to her for a snuggle.
“Hello, little one,” she said as she hugged him. “Did you have fun with Papa?”
He cooed and snuggled against his mother’s chest with a long awaited yawn and he closed his eyes. Hawks moved his other arm around Fuyumi and buried his face into her neck, hugging both her and the baby.
This was where he belonged, at home with his family and surrounded by more love and warmth then he had ever known in his life. These two in his arms meant everything to him and would love them for the rest of his life.
It was good to be home.