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“Babe wake up,” Izuku groaned and buried his face in his pillow. He could hear the familiar sniffles of an upset little one next to him but he really didn’t want to open his eyes. Babies need to learn self-soothing, don’t they? Right? “Babe, wake the fuck up,” Izuku shook his head. He really, really didn’t want to get up. It was god knows how early in the morning, he'd had a late shift. He just wanted to let sleep take him again. "Deku if you don't get the fuck up to get our baby I swear to-,"
"I'm up!" Izuku snapped, shooting up with a bitter glare thrown at his husband. "For fucks sake Kacchan I am up," He hissed. Izuku was in no way shape or form a morning person. Even for his precious princess. Katsuki just gave him a silent snarl as their daughter's sniffles turned into quiet cries. Izuku sighed, shaking his head to ward off frustration as he scooted to the side to peer into the co-sleeper.
Teary green eyes started back at him, small grenadier bracer covered fists waved at him. Izuku couldn't help taking a second to admire his daughter in her little Dynamight onesie. She looked so cute. There were little flaps designed to match Katsuki's headgear on her back while the fist replicated his bracers. It was adorable, especially with her fine blonde hair. Anyone could tell she was a Bakugou from that alone. It was the eyes, the beautiful Midoriya green eyes, that stood out. Izuku could never get enough of them. Even though she was only six months old, he always felt like he saw a spark of curiosity in her eyes.
"Good morning Princess, wanna tell Daddy why you're up so early in the morning?" Izuku hummed as he gently scooped the baby up. He didn't smell anything and she definitely wasn't hungry. Katsuki said she'd eaten a lot last night and she still had a few hours before her bottle. His Princess just squealed happily and kicked her feet in glee. Katsuki let out a husky chuckle, peering over at them with half-lidded eyes. Izuku slowly laid back on the bed, letting his daughter lay on his chest. She warbled a bit, one covered fist coming up to her mouth as she stared over at Katsuki.
“Hi baby girl,” Katsuki hummed, rolling onto his side so he could run a hand down their daughter’s back. She squirmed at the touch, chubby cheeks pulled into a happy toothless grin as she squealed at her papa.
“Oh I see, my princess will tell Papa why she’s up but Daddy can’t know huh?” Izuku teased, drawing her attention back to him. Instead of a garbled answer of baby-nonsense, he received a little grenadier cushioned punch to the face. He fake gasped, one hand flying to his cheek in mock hurt. “Kimiko! How could you?” Katsuki snickered as the baby let out a shrill shriek of defiance. She babbled a little bit afterwards before letting out one of those whimpers that had roused them in the first place. Hearing it again had Katsuki bolting straight up to take her from Izuku.
“C’mon Angel, work with Papa,” Katsuki murmured as he gently squeezed along her limbs and body, trying to find out what was wrong. Izuku rubbed Katsuki’s back soothingly from his spot in bed. It was pointless to try to stop Katsuki, but he could at least somewhat comfort the man while he searched. Katsuki was a helicopter parent through and through. Thankfully, Mitsuki had warned Izuku properly ahead of time. According to her, Masaru was just as bad when Katsuki was little.
Masaru was a very panicked father. According to Inko and Mitsuki, it was Masaru who was always super worried when one of the boys fell or when Izuku was crying over something. He hated separating them due to the tears and tantrums. If one so much as squealed Masaru was there to check on them. Katsuki had absolutely inherited the same behaviors. He practically had every one of Kimiko’s sounds cataloged with timestamps for when they occur. He was always the first to wake, whether or not it was his turn. Sometimes he would even hover over Izuku to make sure Kimiko was okay. The behavior was a bit concerning until Izuku had casually mentioned it to Kimiko’s pediatrician and she waved it off.
It was assumed that Mitsuki's influence on his childhood was the explanation for Izuku’s more laid back parenting. He tended to be calm whenever something was going on and more relaxed when it came to Kimiko. It was easy to just scoop her up and snuggle her into a giggle-fest. While she didn’t have any serious injuries, being six-months old, he never fussed when she bumped her head or slipped to her bum after grabbing some furniture. She was learning, that's what mattered.
Another whimper escaped their daughter, drawing Izuku back to the present. Katsuki was chewing his lip, brows furrowed in concern. Kimiko’s little feet were kicking and her hands were spasming. Izuku noted that it wasn’t her typical movement. Kimiko was a very active baby. She loved kicking her feet and waving her hands around. Katsuki liked to joke about it being some Shoot Style practice. He sat up, wrapping an arm around Katsuki’s shoulders in hopes it would comfort the man a little.
“‘Zuku…” Katsuki whispered, glancing up at his husband with a concerned frown. Izuku gently kissed Katsuki to remove the frown.
“I’m sure she’s fine, baby,” Izuku reassured. “She’s still kicking a bit and I can make her giggle. She’s not actually crying. Whatever it is, we don’t need to worry too much, okay?” Izuku pressed a kiss to Katsuki’s temple as the blonde nodded.
The family stayed like that for a few more hours. Katsuki refused to put Kimiko back in the co-sleeper, insisting she lay either on his chest or between them. Izuku ended up fluffing up some pillows so Katsuki could lay back with a gentle recline to keep Kimiko upright. His husband was definitely worried about their daughter. Izuku did what he could to help alleviate some of the worry.
There was only so much he could do though. Katsuki accepted some cuddling, some affectionate kisses, and the occasional whispered sweet nothing. Otherwise, the blonde was anxiously watching their daughter as she dozed against his chest. A couple of times Izuku tried to take Kimiko so Katsuki could go back to sleep but he refused, hands coming up to encase Kimiko and cover her. That set off Izuku's warning bells. Whatever this was, Katsuki was having some serious anxiety from it.
It was one of those moments that Izuku had to actually summon his everlasting paitence. Since he was warned about the Bakugou-Men Helicopter tendencies. It was super adorable to see Katsuki, the great pro hero Dynamight, so fussy over their daughter, but not when the man was protecting their child from Izuku. He was Kimiko's dad too! Izuku shook his head to ward off the frusteration and instead went back to pondering what could be the cause.
Realizing his husband likely wasn’t going to leave the bed at all today while their little girl was under the weather, Izuku slipped from the sheets under the guise of going to the bathroom. He snagged his phone as he did, offering to get Katsuki a cup of tea after he did his business.
After actually using the bathroom, Izuku made his way into the kitchen to start a bit of breakfast for them. Katsuki was usually the chef, but Izuku had been getting better when it came to simple meals. Izuku kept quiet as he went through the motions of preparing everything. With the coffee machine brewing and Katsuki’s tea steeping, Izuku pulled out his phone to make a call. The eggs were sizzling quietly in the pan and there was left over grilled fish and rice to enjoy with it. He had just snagged the rice when the call picked up.
“Izuku!” His mother crooned softly. “Good morning!”
“Morning Mom,” Izuku sighed. As expected, his mother began to babble a bit about her morning and the bit of time since their last call (one day). It was endearing to Izuku, being able to prepare a meal while his mother rambled on. Something about the domesticity of it all. However, as he was fluffing up the rice while listening to a story about a child who hated needles but had a needle quirk, Izuku remembered why he called.
He winced in preparation of interrupting her. “Hey mom,” Inko paused, humming for him to continue. “I uh… actually called about Kimi,” Izuku murmured.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Inko cooed softly. Izuku huffed, biting his lip for a second.
“Kimiko woke us up early, whimpering and whining. I’m not sure what is wrong. She’s still kicking and playing, but she seems like she’s in a bit of pain,” Inko chuckled.
“Sweetheart, she’s probably teething,” Izuku groaned in exasperation. He was so tired from his shift that he hadn’t even considered that. Of course she was probably teething. She was due for her first tooth!
“Thanks mom! I had forgotten! Shit, gotta go, I love you!” Izuku hung up with a triumphant smile. He gathered everything on a tray, including one of the chew rings from the freezer his mom had given them. Everything was gingerly carried into the bedroom where Katsuki was humming a tune while propping Kimiko up on his stomach. Their little girl was squeaking happily as Katsuki maneuvered her hands to and fro.
“Look Angel, Daddy’s back,” Katsuki turned Kimiko around to face Izuku. She squealed happily, hands and feet wriggling in baby happiness.
“Hi Princess,” Izuku cooed. “Feeling a little better sweetie?”
Katsuki sighed and shook his head. “She’s still… being fussy…” Concern sparkled in carmine eyes. Izuku smiled and set the tray on his nightstand. He gently pried Kimiko from Katsuki’s fingers, cooing when Katsuki let out a concerned sound. Izuku unbuttoned the little mitts over Kimiko’s hands then offered her the teething ring. She shrieked in delight, immediately chomping on the squishy thing. Katsuki’s eyes widened, glancing between Izuku and Kimiko.
“She’s teething, baby,” Izuku leaned over and pressed a kiss to Katsuki’s forehead. Katsuki huffed, shaking his head.
“Of course she is… So much for sleeping in,” Katsuki tried to huff indifferently. Izuku just laughed, bringing the tray over to Katsuki’s lap after he tucked Kimiko into her co-sleeper. He received a grumbled thanks between bites of food and lazy kisses as they listened to their daughter babble.
It wasn’t an ideal way to start his day off, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.