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Katsuki puts two and two together the day they go see Minaâs baby. Such a pink and tiny thing, the baby doesnât do much more than blink and squirm and gurgle, but Eijirouâs eyes are wet and wide and filled with awe and longing. And Katsuki never gave much thought to
children, but the image of big bulky Eijirou cradling that vulnerable little thing to his massive chest makes Katsuki ache in a deep and new and shocking way.
They talk about it when they get homeâjust some far-off dreaming, a fantasy they couldnât ever bring to life. But even still, it lights a fire between them, and Eijirou moves like a man possessed, fucks Katsuki down into the mattress and up against the wall
and one last time in the tub before he lets them rest. And itâs good, and itâs hot, and it leaves Katsuki staring up at the ceiling in the early morning hours, gutted by his own inadequacy. Eijirou wants a baby, thereâs no doubt about it now, and Katsuki will never
give him one, at least not one thatâs /theirs./
So he does a little research. Calls some clinics and some agencies, finds out a lot about surrogacy and quirk assisted pregnancies. And he needs someone to vent to, because, god, itâs a lot, and he doesnât want to get
So he does a little research. Calls some clinics and some agencies, finds out a lot about surrogacy and quirk assisted pregnancies. And he needs someone to vent to, because, god, itâs a lot, and he doesnât want to get
Eijirouâs hopes up, doesnât want to dangle their shared but secret want only to snatch it away later.
So he meets Ochako one night after patrol and grumbles his predicament into a pint of beer, cause sheâs the only one of all their friends he trusts to really /hear/ him.
So he meets Ochako one night after patrol and grumbles his predicament into a pint of beer, cause sheâs the only one of all their friends he trusts to really /hear/ him.
And she listens, and she smiles. And flips through some brochures with him, until theyâre both a little buzzed, Ochako flushed and smiley and giggling at the idea of them as fathers.
But then reality descends, and Katsuki reminds her of the obstacles heâll face
But then reality descends, and Katsuki reminds her of the obstacles heâll face
applying for a surrogate. And the bartender says âlast call,â and Katsuki waits until Ochakoâs distracted to sniffle and brush the ghost of a tear from his eye.
She sees anyway, and because she knows him, she doesnât point it out. She just leans a little harder against
She sees anyway, and because she knows him, she doesnât point it out. She just leans a little harder against
his side as he pays, and slips her arm in the crook of his elbow on the walk back home. Heâs grateful for the contact, though he wonât ever say soâbut he doesnât have to, and thatâs whatâs nice about her.
And just as heâs about to say goodbye, to usher her into her
And just as heâs about to say goodbye, to usher her into her
little studio, she turns, and looks at him for a long, tense moment. Katsukiâs irritation flares, and he almost growls at her, but then she smiles so sweet and wistful that it drains the fight right out of him.
âIâll do it,â she says, her voice low and quiet and even.
âIâll do it,â she says, her voice low and quiet and even.
And he wants to ask her âyouâll do /what?/â but his throat spasms on a dry gasp, because he knows exactly what she means, and his heart jumps up in his chest like heâs run for miles.
He doesnât want to hope just yet, in case she takes it back when sheâs sober.
He doesnât want to hope just yet, in case she takes it back when sheâs sober.
But he canât help the way his lips twitch like they want to smile, canât help the way he bends to press a kiss to her forehead.
He canât help the way he floats home on a cloud, canât help but smother Eijirou with filthy, fevered kisses, he just canât help but /hope./
He canât help the way he floats home on a cloud, canât help but smother Eijirou with filthy, fevered kisses, he just canât help but /hope./
Katsuki lets a few days go by before he calls Ochako again, out on the balcony of his agency office where he hopes no one can hear. Where he hopes no one can see the nervous pinch to his face or the way he sweats just a little more than usual, because his heart is jackhammering
in his chest as he growls his way through pleasantries. And she /laughs/ at him, because he sounds a wreck and she knows exactly why heâs calling, and yes, sheâs serious, and there will be time soon, time away from field duty and danger and itâs just too good to be
true.
So Katsuki doesnât run with the idea, though hope still spins inside his chest. He stops at the butcher on the way home and cooks Eijiâs favorite meal, as a sort of apology for what feels like hiding something big. And Eijirou is cautiously excited, because he can feel
So Katsuki doesnât run with the idea, though hope still spins inside his chest. He stops at the butcher on the way home and cooks Eijiâs favorite meal, as a sort of apology for what feels like hiding something big. And Eijirou is cautiously excited, because he can feel
the tension in the airâa good tension, something giddy and ticklish and warm. Katsuki lays it out as heâs clearing plates, says it low and quiet with a feigned indifference, talks about his research and the timing of it all, says, âOchako could have our baby,â and
as soon as the words âour babyâ are out of his mouth he feels his chest clench. Eijirou stands so abruptly he knocks his chair over, and he crowds Katsuki up against the kitchen counter and kisses him so hard it burns. Heâs frantic and stirred up and viciously hard,
clawing at Katsukiâs back, nipping at his neck, pressing him for details. And the details are thereâeverything is all in line, because Bakugou Katsuki is his motherâs son and he doesnât do half-way things. And before heâs done explaining all the details, laying out the plan
heâs been growing in his mind, Eijirou is laughing and weeping into the crook of his neck, crushing them together, speechless with joy.
Katsuki was never one for soft sexâhe likes it hard and rough just a touch mean, and anything less has him yawning. But not tonight. No, tonight Eijirou lays him down and worships every inch of his body, from his toes to the clumps of blond hair matted to his sweat-damp
forehead. Tonight, Eijirou makes love to him with slow rolls of his hips and whispered praises, whispered gratitude, with tears dripping down his flushed cheeks and a helpless smile on his face the whole time.
And when theyâre finally both spent, they lay there
And when theyâre finally both spent, they lay there
on their backs and whisper back and forth, about how theyâll go about it. There are doctorsâbut Eijirouâs a romantic, and he wants to do it naturally. Wants them both there, wants them both to have a chance at being their babyâs father andâKatsuki will have to ask Ochako,
will have to make sure sheâs all right with it...with /them/...but heâd be lying if the thought didnât appeal to him. To make a child. Himself. To both of them cradle her between them, carve out a little hopeful place in time for something big to happen to them all.
And Katsuki canât help himself, that hope is wriggling up his throat, and itâs three in the morning but still he picks up his phone and texts her, asks her if, and how, and when. He dozes, dreaming of her answer, dreaming of her round cheeks even rounder and her little
pink-tipped hands in Eijirouâs as they walk her to the doctor. And before he falls asleep completely, he hears his phone buzz on the night stand.
She wants it their wayâprefers it, even. And in just a week, if she charted right, they can start to try.
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She wants it their wayâprefers it, even. And in just a week, if she charted right, they can start to try.
