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Bakugou tiredly tapped his foot on the train while holding groceries. It was so weird to be exhausted and excited at the same time. Uraraka was home waiting for him and he promised a home cooked dinner tonight. Regardless of how grueling his day was, coming home to his wife would always cheer him up. Granted, they’d only been married for about three months, had their honeymoon a few weeks ago, and they were on year five of this entire relationship. The difference of calling Uaraka his wife instead of girlfriend made Bakugou smile to himself. It just hit different.
Off the train, he thought about how she’d love having real ramen. As her husband he wasn’t going to let his beautiful life partner eat the trash that came out of styrofoam cups. That was the thing that sparked an argument leading him to promise to make her real ramen. He also brought a bottle of her favorite red wine as well. Uraraka had a pretty messy morning shift, having to deal with some super rowdy kids. Hopefully by now she has rested up. Bakugou opened the door to their little house and immediately looked to the right corner. Usually, their maine coon would greet him there. Maybe she was busy doing….whatever the fuck cats do.
“ ‘Chako, it’s me!”
“Ah!” Did he scare her? Bakugou set the groceries down to find Uraraka in their little office room. She was standing next to her desk with some paperwork. “H-hey! Sorry, you jump scared me, haha!”
“How did I scare- There you are! Where the fuck were you?!” Bakugou shouted at the big cat working her way around Uraraka’s legs. Getting Mocha was his idea, but she liked Uraraka more for some reason. “Anyway, what the hell were you focused on?”
“Paperwork. Mainly over the newest group of cute rascals.” Uraraka walked rather quickly out of the office room. Katsuki followed her as if he was magnetized. He couldn’t help feel suspicious for some reason. Perhaps he was analyzing her movements too much for no reason.
“Well, I got the shit to make ramen for dinner.”
“Oh, I almost forgot. I’m so excited!” She did a strong fist bump in the air. That cute shit should be illegal.
Bakugou gave her a kiss on the cheek before walking into the kitchen. “And I got your favorite wine.” There was a weird silence. Bakugou looked back at Uraraka who had her arm half-mast and was no longer smiling. “What? You don’t like red wine anymore or something?”
“Nonono! I do!” the brunette panicked. Again, she tried to brush it off as nothing and laughed. “I just didnt plan on drinking tonight like, at all. Maybe on a different day? S-sorry!”
If he called her out on being weird now then she’d have an opportunity to back out. He made a face to let her know he was suspicious of her. “Whatever. Just have a seat and tell me about your day.”
That seemed to lighten the mood while he cooked. His mind had completely abandoned thinking about her shady behavior. Instead, he let himself enjoy her and indulge in any affections his wife would give him. Even planing a kiss right on her ring finger as a reminder. Ochako always giggled and peppered his face with kisses after that. Ah, he never imagined this for himself as a teenager but it felt good to be married.
Married to her.
Ochako was serious about being excited for this ramen. She stuffed her face. Occasionally Bakugou would scold her to slow the fuck down but it barely stopped her. She cleared three bowls before finally feeling satisfied.
“Thank you for the food!” she said, pressing her palms together.
Bakugou brought her three bowls and his two into the kitchen sink. He glanced at the bottle of wine sitting on the counter. “You sure about the wine? Not a sip or anything?”
“Uh, nope! I’m good!” Mocha once again worked her way around Ochako’s legs. She wasn’t even concerned with giving Bakugou any attention.
He was a little bitter. Mocha was his cat!
Slowly Ochako got up. She seemed a bit stiff. “I have some important news for you! But you have to sit on the couch first.”
“I knew you where being fucking weird!” Bakugou leaned forward with his arms crossed. “What the hell do you have planned now? Is it another fucking prank?”
“No!” Uraraka cowardly stepped back when he squinted at her “Okay, not today anyway. Please just humor me this time.”
“Why should I? I’m still pissed about you dying all of my socks fucking pink! What the hell do you have up your sleeves now?” Uraraka was a little trickster that occasionally caused him trouble. It was harmless, even a little funny but he’d never admit it. Usually, he’d get his revenge when they were playing in bed.
Uraraka looked more serious, but still smiling. She gently put a hand on his chest and gave him one of her soft, loving kisses. “Please? Trust me, this is something I really want my husband to hear.”
The phrase was still fresh and put a million butterflies in his stomach. Bakugou left a kiss on Ochako’s forehead before sitting on the couch. “This better be good.”
Uraraka walked back to their room and came back with a manilla folder. She set it down between them, but Bakugou refused to open it before hearing what she had to say. He was far less suspicious than before, but still skeptical.
“These past three months-no. The past five years have been an absolute dream come true. I mean, getting to marry my crush? Past Ochako would be so proud of herself!” She looked proud of herself. The amount of love lacing her words filled the blonde’s heart. “I can remember everything so clearly. You had me wrapped around your finger for someone that had so many sharp edges.”
“Hey!”
“Sorry! You know it’s true.”
Katsuki scoffed but let her continue her sweet rambling. “I think it’s a little soon for this, so you can tell me if you disagree. I won’t be mad, I promise.”
“Come here.” Bakugou waved her over to sit on the couch. She wouldn’t lean back, so she must’ve wanted him to look her in the eyes. Those gorgeous, reflective brown eyes he fell in love with the second he saw them.
With two words, she completely changed his life forever.
“I’m pregnant.”
The entire world stopped. All of time stopped. The gears in Bakugou’s brain struggled to process the thought. Weakly, he spoke up. “You’re…”
“Pregnant.” Uraraka finished. She waved to the folder on the coffee table. “Three weeks along. I was just feeling so dizzy and tired all the time. This is why I pulled out of combat. I found out two days ago.”
Right. A few weeks ago, she started not feeling well. She pushed past it to continue to work, but Katuski should have known to press her to go to the doctor sooner. Ochako always worked through pain no matter what. So for the past three weeks, she’d been wrestling with a growing pregnancy without knowing it. This explained the wine. This explained Mocha getting so attached to her.
Bakugou couldn’t bring himself to touch the folder yet. Ochako’s smile slowly faded into worry. “Like I said, you don’t have to agree to do this so soon. A-and I’d understand if you don’t want to do it at all but…” she squeezed his hand “I really hoped you would.”
This by far would be the scariest thing he ever went through. A family, this early? He knew he wasn’t that careful on their honeymoon but he was too in love and excited. He didn’t see himself as a father until at least thirty. They were only twenty-five now with no preparations for something like this at all. He wasn’t ready.
Slowly, Bakugou opened his mouth again “You want me to be a father…Right now?” The word ‘father’ gave him a bit of trouble in that sentence.
Uraraka’s smile was forced and weak. She was tearing up from stress. “Please?”
For the hundredth time, the blonde brought her hand up to kiss her ring finger. “You didn’t even have to ask. And don’t fucking doubt me. We aren’t nearly prepared for this but we will be by the time the little squirmer gets here. I knew I’d have kids with my wife at some point anyway; I guess it’s already about damn time.”
“Katsuki!” Uraraka practically clobbered him with a hug. She cried. This time it seemed like relief and joy. Her cute face was buried into his chest while tightly clenching his shirt. “I-I promise I’ll do everything I can to be the best mom ever!”
The blonde couldn’t help it. His eyes grew watery just imagining their little family. It was a luxury he never allowed himself to entertain until he was ready. Now though, he could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Two heroes and their spunky as hell little kids.
There’s no way they’re have just one kid. Another one would be further up the line.
Katsuki rolled his eyes “You don’t even have to try, I can just tell that shit will come easy to you.” But he knew he’d have to do a ‘mountain of research on his end. He’d never forgive himself if he was a shitty father. On top of that, he made a mental note to be much gentler than his own mother.
His comment earned him another kiss. “I already have the best husband ever. You’ll be the perfect father for our little ‘squirmer’ “ Uraraka mocked him but they both laughed.
Suddenly, Bakugou’s heart squeezed in extra room for their little firecracker. This was going to be long, hard work but also the most fulfilling thing he’d ever done. His work schedule would need to be adjusted immediately. Deku and Kirishima could take over when he wasn’t available. They had to find a suitable doctor. More things like acquiring supplies, fashioning the empty third room into a nursery, getting books, getting her maternity clothes-
“Hey, Mr. Overthinker, come back to me please.” Just like that, Katsuki was back down to earth.
Looking at his wife’s sweet expression soothed him. The mental image of her getting bigger over the next few months followed by the day they’d finally get to hold their baby was enough to drive a few tears down his face. A wide smile he couldn’t resist crossed it. It was a soft smile for once that had his eyebrows stitched upwards “Sorry, ‘Chako. Just thinking ahead.”
There was that adorable little giggle again. “It’s fine, honey.” She only sat up to reach to the table and grab the folder. Instinctively, Katsuki held one cover while Uraraka held the other. “You ready?”
Katsuki put her free arm around her. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Okay. Let’s start a family in three….two…”
On one, they both opened the folder.