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“I’m pregnant.”
Katsuki stared at her.
Ochako blinked.
“Bullshit.”
She held up the grainy ultrasound picture.
“Wha-” He slowly reached out, touching the corner of the photo like it wasn’t real. “Who’s fucking baby is that?” By the time they’d seen Kyo on an ultrasound, he’d looked like a baby. The first pictures of Hiro reminded him of some sort of naked mole rat. “I-” Katsuki wasn’t a doctor, but that looked like a half-cooked baby to him. “I’m no expert, but-”
“Really?” Ochako glared at her husband.
“Look, I know I’m good- fan-fucking-tastic, and I haven’t blown this many nuts in this house since I was a teenager.”
Ochako knew she shouldn’t be laughing, but he was ridiculous. “Wow.”
“I’m just saying that no matter how good my genetic material is-”
“I’d like to remind you that I, your loving wife, incubated and nursed both your big-headed sons, but sure, you did the hard work while I rode your dick,” she snorted, walking to the fridge as she poked her head into the hallway to make sure no one else was in the house. No one was supposed to be home for another few hours, but Ochako didn’t want anyone overhearing the news yet. “But ya know, continue.” She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before resting her elbows on the counter.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes at her for a moment. “Pretty sure Kyo was convinced with me on top, but-”
Ochako raised her eyebrows.
His eyes darted down to her stomach.
“Okay, you got me,” Ochako sighed, slamming her hands on the counter, “it’s Tsunagu’s baby. When he came and told me that they’d lost contact with you on the mission, the grief of being a widow was too much to handle, so he screwed me in HoundDog’s office.”
“Oh fuck you!”
She cackled, giggling as she scurried over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “The pregnancy test I took before you left must have been wrong. The doctor said that there might have been something wrong with the test, or I took it too early.” Ochako leaned up and pressed a kiss against the side of his jaw. “But I am definitely pregnant.”
Katsuki kissed her lips before sliding a hand down to press against her belly. “How far?” he whispered against her mouth.
“Not sure. The doctor got me in for an ultrasound tomorrow to check things out since I’m probably around five months.”
“Shit,” he cursed in awe as he leaned back a little.
“We should wait until after tomorrow's appointment to tell people. I don’t think anything is wrong, but,” she sighed, dropping her head against the nook between his neck and shoulder, “I’ll feel better after we get some more information.”
“Yeah.” He gently stroked her tummy. “We need to get a new house.”
“No.”
“But-”
“No!”
“There’s a damn hole in the ceiling, a fuck ton of water damage-”
“Not to mention, we probably can’t turn the water back on until we get a plumber to check it out,” Ochako added with a hum.
“We can’t have a fucking newborn in the house without water.”
“That’s why we’re getting it fixed.” Ochako pressed a kiss to his lips as she stepped away. “Which means we need to start calling people for estimates.” She took a few steps away from him, walking to their temporary bedroom.
“Where the hell you going?” Katsuki pouted.
Ochako rolled her eyes, slowly turning toward him. “Contractors.”
“Tch.”
“Tch! We’re not getting a new house!” Ochako told him as she walked away.
Katsuki muttered under his breath and rolled his eyes as a smile caught his lips. “Bakugo baby three,” he whispered to himself. “Fucking finally.”
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“I didn’t do it!”
Ochako and Katsuki turned to Hiro, both their faces in full parent mode.
Kyo blinked as he nervously shifted his eyes between his parents and little brother.
“What exactly didn’t you do?” Ochako questioned, eyes widening at his admission.
Hiro shrank down in his seat. “You said you wanted to talk to us,” he pointed out. “That means we’re in trouble.”
“Only if you did something,” Katsuki informed him, slinging an arm on the back of the couch. It was almost ironic how he was interrogating his son in the same living room that he was questioned about his missteps. “Did you do something?”
“No.” An obvious lie.
“Okay,” Katsuki sighed. Between the two boys, Hiro was the most like him so Katsuki knew there was no point in arguing.
“He blew up one of Baba’s pillows,” Kyo announced.
“Snitch!”
“Liar!”
“No one would know I was a liar if you didn’t open your damn mouth!”
“Hiro!” Ochako yelped. “Language!”
“But, but,” Hiro sputtered, leaning forward as he shoved Kyo away from him, “he started it.”
“No one is in trouble!” Katsuki announced as he clapped his hands together. “Hiro you will apologize to the hag-”
“Katsuki!”
“It’s a term of endearment.”
Ochako shook her head, rubbing at her face as she tried to hide her amusement. “I can’t believe we’re gonna do this again,” she snorted and turned her attention to the boys. “Kyo, Hiro,” Ochako started, “we wanted to tell you that you two are gonna have a little brother in a few months.”
Kyo’s head dropped between his shoulders. “Again?!”
Ochako laughed. “Again!”
“Ugh!” Kyo whined, collapsing against the back of the couch. “Wait!” He flopped up. “I’m not going to have to share my room with him, am I?” He pointed to Hiro.
“Fuck you!” Hiro snapped.
“Oi! What the fuck?!” Katsuki yelled. “Where the hell did you hear that from?”
Three pairs of eyes turned toward him to silently give him the answer.
“Oh, like the hag has never said that in front of the brats!”
“Baba doesn’t curse,” Kyo defended.
“How about we all stop cursing?” Ochako sighed, “ And I’d really appreciate it if this child could at least make it to his first birthday without saying a curse word.” She reflexively rubbed her stomach. “I would also appreciate it if we could not make any trips to the ER during this pregnancy. Which should be easy because I’m only asking that you all mind yourselves for four months instead of almost ten.”
Kyo looked over at his younger brother, pointing at him. “Hiro already broke his arm.”
Hiro growled, turning one of his palms up to the sky as he let out a war cry before jumping.
Kyo laughed as Hiro tried to attack him.
“Should we be letting them wrestle while Hiro is still in the cast?” Ochako wondered as she watched the two of them.
“Eh,” Katsuki shrugged, “I did worse with a cast.”
“I can’t believe we’re having another boy,” Ochako sighed as she watched the two of them. She looked over to Katsuki. “You’re not disappointed, are you?”
Katsuki half shrugged, giving a sad smirk. “Of course not.”
Ochako raised her eyebrows.
“Brat is healthy.” It felt wrong being upset about having another son. “Maybe the next one.”
“I think you need your head examined,” she sighed deeply as she watched Kyo and Hiro play wrestle. Well, there was a good chance that Hiro was actually trying to inflict damage, but Kyo was stronger and easily able to control the tussle while remaining mindful of his brother’s broken arm. “We are not having another one if this kid inherits your quirk.”
Katsuki chuckled.
“I mean it.”
“Okay,” he laughed, pressing a kiss on the side of her head as he pulled her into his arms.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Masaru called out as he and Mitsuki entered the house. “Why are we fighting in the family room?”
“Yeah, shrimps!” Mitsuki added. “If you’re gonna kill each other, take that outside or on the rug. We talked about this! Don’t get blood on the carpet; keep it on the rug.”
Katsuki shook his head. “Baba doesn’t curse but encourages my kids not to get blood on the carpet in the middle of their fight. Yeah, okay!”
“Baba!” Hiro shouted, pushing Kyo away as he ran over to his grandparents. “Mama is said that we’re getting a little brother!” He lept toward Mistsuki, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“What?” Mitsuki gasped as Masaru stood next to her in shock. “Seriously?”
Ochako grinned with a nod.
“That was fast.”
“What does that mean?” Hiro questioned, looking around at all the adults before settling on his parents. “Where is this baby coming from?”
Katsuki’s mouth dropped as Ochako’s eyes widened in horror.
“Mama’s stomach,” Kyo answered, “that’s where you were, and that’s where I was.”
“Okay,” Hiro nodded, taking in the information, “but how does it get there?”
Kyo frowned as Mitsuki threw her head back, cackling loudly. “Why is Baba laughing? It’s a really good question.” He looked over at his parents. “How did Hiro and I get in Mama’s stomach?”
“On that note,” Masaru whistled, jerking his head toward the kitchen, “I’m going to get myself a cup of tea. Enjoy.” He quickly made his way out as Mitsuki scooted after him, still cackling.
“You know what, tea sounds great,” Ochako grinned as she scooted to the edge of the couch and stood.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes at her. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” she nodded.
“That’s bull, angel face.”
“Father-son bonding.”
“Sexist.”
Probably. “It might be.” Ochako leaned down, bumping her nose against his. “But this is the list you can do since I will have to push out another one of your sons from a small hole,” she whispered, grinning at him.
Katsuki sighed.
Ochako grinned as she made her way to the kitchen.
Hiro looked at his mother before turning back to his father. “What hole was Mama talking about?”
The joys of parenthood.
“Well,” Katsuki started as he looked between his sons.
Truthly, Kyo was getting close to the age where he probably should sit down and have a somewhat honest conversation about sex.
Not in front of Hiro.
Even though both boys knew the names of anatomical parts and the difference between men and women, Katsuki wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate to explicitly explain how they’d been created.
Ignoring the fact that both boys had stumbled in when he and Ochako had been right in the middle of sex.
“Is it the vagina?” Hiro asked, blurting out the question louder than necessary.
Katsuki inhaled deeply closing his eyes as he forced himself not to react.
“Or the butthole?”
Now would be a good time for prayer.
“I came out of Mama’s butt!!”
Or alcohol. “No, brat,” Katsuki answered evenly. All the parenting books and blogs said not to make things a big deal, “you did not come out of Mama’s butt.” He rolled his lips together as echoes of laughter floated out from the kitchen. “All you brats need to know is that there is a baby inside of Mama’s stomach, your going to have a little brother in a few months, and he got there the same way you all did, okay?”
The boys nodded.
“Perfect.” That would have sufficed for now. Katsuki wasn’t prepared for this conversation.
“Does that mean we came out of Mama’s vagina then?” Kyo questioned slowly.
Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
“Is that how we got in there too?”
Hiro whipped around, looking at his older brother, horrified. “Huh? How does that happen?!”
Nope. “Who wants a cookie?” Katsuki announced, getting up and herding the boys toward the kitchen.
“I thought we weren’t supposed to have cookies before dinner.”
Katsuki thought that he would have more time before he had to explain what sex was, and that was how the two were created, but here they were.
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“What are you doing up?”
Katsuki rubbed his hands over his eyes as he stifled a yawn, tilting his head toward the oven. “My wife wanted a burger with extra jalapenos and a cherry pie.” The burger had been easy to find, but the cherry pie had been a challenge at two o’clock in the morning.
Thank the gods above for twenty-four grocery stores and the frozen dessert aisle.
Katsuki picked up the frozen cherry pie and a few extra jalapenos to be sure. “I’m waiting for the pie to finish baking.”
Masaru chuckled as he shuffled toward the coffee pot. “Your mother,” he started, pulling a mug from the cabinet. Your mother’s go-to craving was jello cups and red pepper flakes.”
Katsuki snorted. “With Hiro, Ochako had to have lime green jello. I came home one day from the grocery store with orange and blue raspberry, and she just burst into tears.”
“You don’t mess with pregnancy cravings.”
“Why do you think I’m waiting for a frozen pie to bake?” Katsuki leaned back in his chair as he closed his eyes. “What the hell you doing up?”
“Can’t sleep,” Masaru answered, pouring himself a mug of coffee. “I figured I should go in my office and get some fabric cut so I can get a head start on some pieces.”
Katsuki hummed.
“But since you’re up, I wanted to talk to you.”
A red eye popped open.
“Nothing bad,” Masaru assured as he approached the table, taking the seat across from his son. “I know you and Ochako are still figuring out what to do with your house since that pipe burst-”
“Shit, sorry.” Katsuki hadn’t intended for them to be living with his parents with two kids and another on the way. “We’ll be out of your hair before the brat is born.” Katsuki wasn’t sure how they’d accomplish that when Ochako was days away from her eighth month of pregnancy, and they were still arguing about whether they should buy a new house.
“You think we want you out?”
Katsuki blinked. “Wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
“Son, we love having you, Ochako, and the kids here,” Masaru smiled as he drummed his fingers against the table. “We wouldn’t mind if you all lived here.”
It wasn’t a bad idea. Katsuki would never admit it out loud, but the thought had seriously crossed his mind. It was nice having another set of responsible people to help out with the boys, especially with another kid on the way. Kyo loved watching Masaru work in his home studio. Hiro and Mistuki were two peas in a pod. Things weren’t terrible.
“But we understand that you all need space,” Masaru leaned back, cradling his mug. “I can’t imagine living with my parents or in-laws when you were little, let alone with kids, another baby on the way.”
“You two aren’t that bad,” Katsuki smirked.
“Still,” Masaru smiled. “But your mother and I were talking, and well, how would you all feel about taking this house?”
That was an option Katsuki had never considered.
“Your mother and I have been talking about downsizing for awhile, and well-” Masaru sighed before giving a little shrug. “We don’t want you to get stuck with having to deal with this place when we die-”
“What the fuck?”
“I’m not saying we’re dying right now.”
“So why the hell are we talking about this?”
“Because we aren’t gonna be here forever, son.”
It was weird to think about the world without his parents.
“And your mother and I were thinking that after this latest collection, it would be nice to take some time to travel,” Masaru explained, changing the subject. “That will be easier with a condo. We won’t have to worry about the yard or someone checking the house.”
Katsuki didn’t know what to say.
“Think about it,” Masaru nodded, getting up from the table. “Eventually, this house was gonna be yours, so we figure-”
“Can we stop talking about death?” Gearing up for a third kid, Katsuki wasn’t surprised when late-night pregnancy cravings came knocking. He wasn’t expected to be served with a side of talks about mortality. “No one is fucking dying.”
“Well, your mother and I have already started looking for condos, can’t say we’ll be out before the baby comes but-”
“It’s your damn house.”
Masaru patted his son on the shoulder. “Not for long.”
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“Oi! The hell are you doing?”
Ochako rolled her eyes, sighing loudly as a couple of boxes floated behind her.
“Woman, didn’t I say we’d handle it!?” Katsuki grunted.
“Didn’t I say we should hire movers like normal people instead of?”
Katsuki stepped in front of her, quirking an eyebrow at the boxes.
“Oh, oh,” Ochako laughed bitterly, “don’t give me that look.”
He folded his arms, looking down at his wife.
“Really, Katsuki?” Ochako cackled. “Come on.”
Katsuki shook his head, “We talked about this.”
“Yeah! Yeah we did!” Ochako agreed, looking over at Eijirou and Izuku, who were lifting furniture off the truck. “Can someone please tell him that I’m pregnant, not disabled?
Eijirou grunted, stopping as a line of children weaved in front of him. “Hey, hey! Careful! We’re moving some heavy stuff! Keep your game in the yard, please.”
“Can I help!?” Yan questioned, giving his father a pointy smile. “I wanna help!” The boy ran to the truck, looking for something he could carry.
“If Yan gets to help, I wanna help too!” Hiro yelled as he sprinted up the ramp.
Kyo walked over to Ochako, resting his cheek against the side of her belly. “Do we have to help?” he looked up at his mother, nose wrinkled.
“Not if you don’t want to,” Ochako told him, placing a hand on top of his head, “but later, I would appreciate it if you helped put things away in your room.”
“I can handle that.”
“I don’t wanna help,” Shieru admitted frankly.
“That’s okay,” Ochako laughed. “I can take over your load.” She wiggled her fingers toward the lilac-shaded girl as she giggled.
“No, you can’t,” Katsuki reminded her, rubbing the top of her stomach.
“I’ve been floating boxes all morning.”
“You’re supposed to be putting your feet up.”
“This reeks of sexism.” It didn't.
“Not manly, Oji Bakubro,” Shieru frowned. The little girl crossed her arms, shooting Katsuki a scathing look. “Women are capable!”
Ochako thought it was sweet that Katsuki doted on her whenever she was pregnant, but it didn't stop her from messing with him.
“That’s my girl!” Eijirou cheered as he jogged out of the house. He pumped his fists as he ran up the truck ramp. “Equal rights, equal pay, equal opportunities!”
“That doesn’t make sense,” Katsuki sighed.
“In this house, we respect women!” Yan yelled as he ran into the house holding a box.
Ochako laughed.
“It’s not even your house,” Hotaru called out from his spot in the yard with Umi perched in his lap. He looked at Ochako. “It’s not his house.”
“It’s my house!” Hiro shouted, running into the house with a box of toys.
Kyo looked up at his mother. “You’re really having another baby?” His eyes shifted to where his brother had gone running.
“I am,” Ochako nodded.
"Why?"
She just laughed, kissing the top of his head as she looked at their new home.
Katsuki’s childhood home.
It was funny to think that their first son would be sleeping and growing up in the same room his father had.
“I want another little brother!” Shieru shouted, looking over at Eijirou. “Why aren’t we getting a new little brother?”
Eijirou coughed nervously, “Ask your mom.”
“I’m asking you.” Sassy. Just like her mother. “Kyo gets to have two little brothers! And Hotaru has a little sister!”
“I want a little sister,” Kyo decided, rubbing Ochako’s stomach.
Katsuki smirked, “Maybe the next one.”
“Absolutely not!” Ochako snorted as a smile of her own spread over her lips. She looked around the yard. It was wonderfully strange watching their children play with their friends’ children.
Ochako could still remember the night before Katsuki had left for his internship in their third year and sneaking into his bed. When had they grown up?
“I think we’re done.” Probably. Maybe? Ochako had said the same thing after Hiro. “We’ll see.”
Katsuki pressed a kiss to her lips. “Yeah, yeah, I won’t interfere with your vagina vote.”
“Vagina vote?!” Yan announced loud enough for everyone on the block to hear. “Is that some women’s rights thing!? If Shieru gets a vagina vote, I get a vagina vote too! Right, Daddy?”
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“We forgot to give the brat a name.”
Ochako sat up. “Oh shit.”
“Oh shit.” Katsuki laughed, squeezing her hand as he saw another contraction spike on the monitor.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she groaned at the pressure building. “I still like Sora.”
“No.”
“Do you have a better idea?”
He really didn’t. “How the fuck did we forget to pick a name?”
“Uh, I don’t know,” Ochako exhaled, letting a long, slow exhale pass from her lips. “It’s been a crazy pregnancy.”
A short one.
Even though she’d made it to term, she’d only really been aware she’d been pregnant for a few months. But there had been so many changes and surprises during those few months.
“Katsuki-” Also a short labor. “Get a nurse.” Ochako gripped the sides of the bed as she sat up. “Now, now, now…” she chanted as she spread her legs, bending her knees up into position.
Katsuki jumped up. “What?”
The previous other times she’d been through this, it felt like everything had been moving in slow motion. Even though Kyo had been early, it felt like labor had lasted a lifetime. Hiro had taken his sweet time in the time leading up to labor and during labor itself. That probably should have been their first warning.
“He’s coming out,” Ochako winced, forcing herself to take slow exhales. The epidural had taken care of the pain, but she could feel that familiar pressure. “He’s coming out.”
“Shit, shit, fuck,” Katsuki cursed, running out of the room. “Hey! Hey! We need a doctor or something!”
Ochako closed her eyes, breathing slowly as she felt Katsuki return to her side. She focused on counting the seconds and her breath, feeling Katsuki’s fingers in her hair as the doctor quickly set her legs in the stirrups.
“There we go!”
Exhaling loudly, Ochako fell back against Katsuki as the cries of their third child filled the small room.
One big push.
And they’d only been here a couple hours.
“He’s okay?” Ochako asked, opening her eyes as she tried to get a glimpse of their baby. The doctor was holding the baby, looking over at the nurses with brows furrowed in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” the doctor started slowly, looking at the couple.
“What?” By now, she’d have a squirmy baby crying against her chest to distract her as they focused on afterbirth and stitches. “What’s wrong with him?”
The doctor smiled. “Nothing, but,” she started, lifting the crying baby up, “he’s a she.”
Ochako gasped as a watery chuckle left her lips. She looked over at Katsuki, who hadn’t looked away from the newborn.
Their daughter.
“Looks like the ultrasound missed that,” the doctor commented, carefully placing the baby against her chest.
They could ask how later. “Hey you,” Ochako whispered, giggling as tears flooded her face. She looked over at Katsuki. “We have a daughter.”
Katsuki carefully stroked the side of the baby’s face as his own emotions overwhelmed him. “Hey brat.”
Little brown eyes opened as a little cry left her lips.
“She looks just like you, cheeks,” he whispered, feeling his heart swell and break at the same time.
“About time,” Ochako laughed, running a finger over her light brown hair. “We don’t have a name for you.” It was funny how this was their third child, and yet this was the child that had come with the most surprises. “What are we gonna do?”
Katsuki loved his sons. He loved seeing himself in them, but there was something so surreal about seeing his wife’s eyes in their little girl.
“Mochi?” Ochako suggested, looking over at her husband.
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Bakugo Mochika
May 22nd
5:16 AM
6 lbs,13 oz, 18 inches long
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