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“You weren’t kidding when you said there might be a bassinet,” Ochako whistled, looking at the small mountain of gifts piled in their living room. Eyes wide, she slowly approached the large heap of baby blue wrapped boxes and pastel gift bags. “They know we only have one baby right?”
Katsuki chuckled, carefully maneuvering the carrier as he stepped into the living room, “I don’t think all of this junk is baby stuff. Deku said something about finding the brat some hero onesies in toddler size.” He peeked down at Kyo sleeping peacefully.
“We’ll have to remember we have them next year.”
Their brand new baby would be a babbling, walking toddler this time next year. “We gotta find them first.”
“Yeah,” she sighed, smiling as she walked over to him and placing a hand to his chest, “We’re going to be writing thank you notes for the next year.”
“Probably.” He gently sat the carrier on the coffee table then pulled Ochako into his arms and buried his nose at the crown of her head. “We don’t have to open any of this stuff now.”
“I know,” she whispered, pulling away from him, “But we need to see if there is a bassinet because we need one for tonight.” She wasn’t sure about Kyo’s first trip to the store being hours after they’d brought him home.
“There is one. My mom got us one after I mentioned it and wrapped it.”
She laughed, “She didn’t happen to tell you what wrapping paper she used, did she?”
His fingers kneaded her lower back as he pulled her tighter against him. “No,” Katsuki sighed, looking over at the large pile. “I’m guessing it’s one of the bigger boxes.”
She hummed in agreement, enjoying the feeling of his hands against her back. “We can’t let those boxes sit there. There might be some smaller onesies hiding or some of those green pacifiers Kyo likes.”
“I thought we already had pacifiers.”
“We do. My ma had grabbed a couple for Kyo for when we left the hospital, but your son likes the green ones the nursery gave him,” she explained, groaning.
“My son?” he cackled softly. Though she was teasing him, the words filled his chest with pride.
“ Your son ,” Ochako started, tugging on the front of his shirt to pull their faces together, “Is quite the character.”
His fingers crept up the back of her neck, cradling the back of her head. “Our son.”
She kissed his lips, “We have a son.”
They had a son.
“We made a whole little person,” she whispered, leaning to the side and peeking at Kyo still sleeping peacefully in the carrier. “I can’t believe he’s still asleep.”
“Brat must like car rides.” Somewhere in his distant memory, Katsuki remembered being lulled to sleep by the gentle rocking of his parents’ car during long car trips. “We need a car.”
“We do not need a car.” She gently slapped his chest, narrowing her mirth filled eyes and struggling to keep the smile off her face. “Your parents have graciously said we could borrow one of their cars for appointments while he’s a baby, and then we can just use the metro.” Masaru had driven them home, and they’d already arranged to borrow Mitsuki’s car for Kyo’s check up at the end of the week.
“It’s something to think about.”
She was pretty sure he had said something similar when the subject of purchasing a house had come up months ago. “We’ll see.” Ochako kissed him once more before turning to Kyo. “You think he’ll be alright in the crib while we open the gifts.”
“Brat will be fine.”
“I was thinking I was gonna feed him and get a quick shower, but-” She’d showered at the hospital, but it wasn’t the same. “I don’t wanna wake him up.”
“We can’t leave him in the carrier either.”
“Right.” Ochako stepped in front of the carrier, gently unbuckling Kyo and bringing him to her arms. She ran a finger over a fat cheek, watching as his lips and little nose twitched. “I guess leaving the hospital was too much excitement for him.”
“I’m telling you it was the car.”
She smirked, gently bouncing the baby as she took little steps around the living room. “We’re not buying a car.”
“I didn’t say anything about buying a car.”
“Tell your papa we aren’t buying a car,” she whispered, leaning down and looking at Katsuki as she talked to Kyo. “No, we aren’t because we don’t need one.”
“Eh,” he smirked, moving toward the boxes, “The brat didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t hear him correctly.”
Katsuki turned to her, playfully narrowing his eyes into a challenging scowl. The corners of his lips twitched at the sound of her laughter. He watched as she took little steps around the living room, unsure of what to do next. “Go take a shower or soak in the tub for a bit.”
“Can’t soak until the end of the week because of my stitches.”
“Fun.”
“Not really. I’m already dreading having to use the bathroom.” Her first bathroom trip after labor had been shocking. Ochako had yelled for her mother while grabbing onto the nurse who’d escorted her. The nurse had patted her shoulder assuring her it was normal.
And peeing was the least of her problems.
“Hearing about my stitched up vagina and how painful it’s gonna be when I poop is hot, huh?” she asked, winking at him with a cheeky grin as she stepped in front of him. She cradled the back of Kyo’s head and snuggled the baby against her chest.
“Oh yeah.” Despite the baby in her arms, she still looked pregnant. Not as pregnant as she looked before his trip, but her bump was noticeable. She looked tired and her hair was in a messy ponytail, but he loved her most like this. “Keep talking like that and we’ll have another brat next year.”
“Ha, no,” she snorted. “You’ve got at least two months before we can even think about that so don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Not my fault with you tempting me like that.”
“Your papa is so silly,” Ochako murmured, pressing a kiss to the baby’s temple.
He grinned wolfishly, “Go take a shower. I’ll start on the gifts.”
“What should I do with Kyo?” she questioned, looking down at the sleeping baby. “He’s gonna be hungry soon.”
“You can try feeding him after.”
That made sense but… “You think he’ll be okay in the crib?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t he be?” Katsuki wondered frowning.
“I don’t know.” At the hospital, they’d had someone with Kyo every second since he’d been born. “I don’t wanna leave him alone.”
“He’ll be okay.”
The thought made her stomach churn with irrational worse case scenarios. “I’ll wait until our parents get here for dinner,” she decided, shaking her head.
“Go take a shower.”
“No. He’s probably going to be hungry soon.” She’d fed him an hour before they’d left the hospital, and it was getting close to another feeding.
“Ochako-”
“Also, I don’t wanna just sit him in the crib when he’s not used to it.”
“How is he gonna get used to it if we don’t put him in the crib?” Katsuki asked, tearing a piece of wrapping paper off one of the boxes.
“Can you push the crib into the bathroom?”
“We are not putting the crib into the bathroom every time you shower.” There wasn’t even room for that. “Put him in the carrier.”
“We’re not supposed to leave him in the carrier like that,” she sighed. It wasn’t her favorite option, but it was the one that made the most sense. “I hope there is a baby monitor in that pile of presents.” Ochako gently placed him back into the carrier and carefully buckled him in. She adjusted his little mittens before placing her hand on the carrier handle.
“If not, we’re not gonna have the brat sleeping in his room for a while so we’ve got time to get one,” he told her, tearing wrapping paper from another box. “Found the bassinet.”
“Awesome.”
“Oh, the ha-” Katsuki stopped himself. “My mother ,” he emphasized, “Said to let them know what we want for dinner or if we need anything.”
“I don’t care what we eat.” She was just grateful she didn’t have to think about or cook dinner. “I can’t think of anything we need?”
“Oh, she put some maxi pads or something in the freezer for you.”
Ochako frowned, turning sharply at him, “Huh?”
“She and your mom said they would help,” Katsuki shrugged, holding his hands up, “I am just the messenger.”
The nurse had suggested an ice pack to soothe the irritation her stitches caused, but she hadn’t considered placing pads in the freezer. “Okay then,” she nodded, picking up the carrier.
It was kinda brilliant.
“On that note, I’m going to shower.”
“Wait-”
She stilled.
“Are you supposed to be lifting that?” Katsuki asked eyeing the carrier.
“I’m carrying the baby upstairs.” She told him, tucking the carrier in her elbow pit and using her other hand to support the bottom. “I’m allowed.”
She was. “Don’t overdo it.”
“It’s my arms, not my vagina.”
“I know, but pelvic floor or some sh-crap.” Katsuki’s arms waved frantically before throwing them up in defeat.
Ochako laughed, walking in front of him, “You’re adorable.” She rose up on her toes and pulled his shirt down so she could plant a kiss to his cheek. “Kyo, your pa is adorable.”
“Yeah, yeah, runs in the da- family.”
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“There’s our favorite grandchild!”
Ochako chuckled, tickling Kyo’s belly as his little limbs moved. “He’s your only grandchild.” She looked up from her position on the couch, watching as her parents and in-laws stepped into the living room.
“For now,” Reito commented with a smile as moved over to her.
“I told you they were already asking for another grandchild,” Katsuki snorted, walking back downstairs and taking the carryout bag from his father. “Thanks.”
“You were too earlier today,” Ochako reminded him, raising her brows with a little smirk as he went to the dining room.
“Tch!”
“How could you not love this face and want a thousand more of them?” Mitsuki cooed gently, poking Kyo’s belly.
“He looks more and more like Katsuki,” Ochako commented, tucking a strand of hair behind her head as she leaned over her son. “He’s even got Katsuki’s scowl.” She pointed to the little wrinkle in the baby’s brow.
“The brat is too little to scowl!” Katsuki shouted.
Ochako looked up at their parents.
“He does,” Hanako chuckled, observing her grandson.
“Is he as vocal as Katsuki?” Mitsuki smirked.
“No,” Ochako shook her head, adjusting Kyo on the dark blue support pillow Momo had given them. “He only cried once to be fed this afternoon. I fed him then he went right to sleep after.”
“Really?” Masaru asked, impressed, “I think Katsuki cried for twelve hours straight the first week we had him home just because he could.”
How?
“If it wasn’t for twelve hours, it sure felt like it,” Mitsuki sighed, remembering the moment herself. “And we took him to the doctor. The little jerk just liked to scream.”
“Not much has changed, huh?” Reito teased with a small smile.
“Oi!” Katsuki shouted, stepping back into the living room. “I don’t fu- yell.”
Everyone decided to ignore that comment.
“How’s being home?” Masaru questioned.
“Today’s been pretty easy actually,” Ochako confessed. Logistics had been a little strange, but Kyo had been surprisingly easy-going. “He’s only cried once so far.”
“The brat is pretty quiet,” Katsuki admitted.
“So were you,” Mitsuki sighed, looking at her son, “What happened?”
“You did.”
“I can’t wait to witness the verbal sparring matches you’ll endure with your son.”
Katsuki scowled, walking over to the couch. He wiped his palms against his pants and picked up his son as he sent a glare toward his mother. “Whatever,” he muttered, gently rocking Kyo as he walked around the living room.
“How long do we have until he’s talking?” Hanako chuckled, watching Katsuki glower at his mother.
“Ochako started at about seven months, I think?” Reito recalled, looking to his wife for confirmation.
“I think. I just remember her always being a little chatterbox when she was two.”
Ochako laughed, “What was my first word?”
“Papa,” Reito grinned proudly.
“Katsuki’s was mama,” Masaru remembered with a fond smile.
“It was not,” Katsuki countered, looking at his parents confused.
“It was,” Masaru told him, “You were practically glued to your mother’s hip until you learned to argue.”
“Little parasite,” Mitsuki sighed, walking over to her son and pinching his cheek, “I was your favorite person until you discovered All Might.”
Katsuki couldn’t remember those days, but he was sure his parents had pictures to confirm their claim. He looked down at Kyo feeling a smile break over his lips as the baby looked at him.
Who would Kyo be closer with?
“Awww,” Ochako cooed.
Katsuki turned toward her, seeing her lowering her phone. “Did you take a picture?”
“No,” she told him, looking at him with a smile.
Liar.
“I promised Ryukyu I’d send some pictures,” Ochako explained, raising her phone to take another. “You should send Hakamata-san a picture.”
“I forgot to tell him the brat was even here.”
“What?”
“Really Katsuki?!” Mitsuki’s voice raised a little.
“How did you forget?” Masaru questioned looking at his son.
Katsuki shrugged, adjusting his hold on Kyo as a little gurgle escaped, “There was a lot going on!” He was still missing the luggage he’d taken to the conference. Kyoka wasn’t set to be back until tomorrow. “Jirou said she’d get my crap and tell him what happened.”
“You should still let him know,” Ochako sighed. “Are you still gonna take the next few weeks off?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed. “You know, Eijirou or dunce face probably already told him the brat’s here.”
Ochako narrowed her eyes, “Please tell your boss our son was born, and you won't be at work for the next few weeks.”
“He already knows.”
“Either you text him or I will.”
“Why do you even have my boss’s number?” Katsuki sighed, watching the pacifier Kyo sucked on go tumbling to the ground. With a huff, he looked at the baby in his arms. “Why would you do that, huh?”
“I got it,” Ochako called out, getting up to grab the fallen pacifier. “I think there is a clean one in the baby bag.”
“Eh, I can just clean that one,” he shrugged, as Kyo started to whine.
“Just wipe it off on your shirt,” Reito told him chuckling, “A little dirt won’t hurt the boy.”
“No,” Ochako told her father, moving toward the kitchen, “Imma go wash this.”
“Or I can wash it,” Reito offered, stopping her. “The whole reason we came with dinner was so we could give you two a little break.” He took the pacifier from her hands and walked toward the kitchen.
“Yeah, you kids are supposed to be eating and relaxing not washing fires,” Mitsuki nodded, gently placing a hand on Ochako’s shoulder.
“Fires?” Ochako questioned, eyeing her mother-in-law strangely.
Masaru chuckled, “That’s what Katsuki called his pacifier, so we started calling them that as well.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me.”
“Tch, it’s a pacifier,” Katsuki snorted, looking down at Kyo’s wide eyes. “Pa-ci-fi-er. No shortcuts.”
“He’s three days old.”
“You said we’re supposed to talk to him!” Katsuki took the pacifier from Reito, offering it back to Kyo. “We don’t need the brat to have a crappy vocabulary because of a cute nickname.”
“It’s one of the syllables,” Ochako laughed, moving next to him. She watched Kyo take the pacifier happily, suckling as he turned his attention to her. “You like your fire, Kyo?”
Katsuki huffed.
“I think it’s cute.”
“Alright, enough small talk,” Mitsuki clapped her hands.
Kyo wiggled and his eyes widened at the sound.
“You two need to eat, give me my grandchild!”
Katsuki took a small step away from his mother, “Wash your da- dang hands first.”
Mitsuki looked at her husband and then to Ochako’s parents as she laughed, “I can’t wait to see how your tone changes two months from now.” She winked, moving toward the kitchen.
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“Is he asleep?” Katsuki asked stepping out of their bathroom.
“He is,” Ochako announced as she finished wrapping the blanket around Kyo. “Kyo has been fed, burped, changed, and snuggled while we read a story, so it’s officially bedtime.”
“We got kids’ books?”
“Quite a few,” she answered, leaning up as she tucked her hands at the base of her lower back. She grabbed the book from the nightstand and tossed over to him. “Tenya gave them to us.”
Of course. “He would,” he snorted thumbing through the book.
“I know its a little early to read to him, but,” she picked Kyo up, “I figured it would be nice to have a routine.”
“Even though we’re gonna be up in a couple hours?” He set the book on his nightstand, throwing the comforter back.
“You don’t have to get up.”
“Why?”
She shrugged, “I mean, you can’t feed him.” She gently rocked the baby before placing him in the bassinet. “I don’t even know if I’m going to be to pump enough milk to keep on hand and feed Kyo at the same time.” The breast pump was sitting downstairs still sealed in the box.
That could wait another day.
“I don’t even know if we should be giving him a bottle while I’m breastfeeding him,” Ochako sighed, sitting down on the bed. Her toes slid underneath the sheet as a pleased sound gurgled at the back of her throat. “I missed our bed.”
Katsuki chuckled, pulling her to lay her against his chest, “Brat’s gonna have to get used to it when you go back to work.”
“He might not.”
“We’ve got plenty of time to try bottles.”
They did. “I’ll ask the pediatrician what we should do at his checkup next week.”
“Hey,” he tapped her lower back, “Look at me.”
She pressed a hand against his chest, leaning up, “Yeah?”
“Kyo is fine.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead then her lips. “The brat is gonna eat. Bottle or boob, the kid is gonna eat.”
Ochako snorted, slapping his bare chest, “Katsuki…”
“He will.”
“I hope so.”
“He will.”
She hummed, rolling over to press her back against his chest, “We survived our first day home.” Ochako sighed as her eyes fell closed and his leg tangled around hers.
“It wasn’t hard.” His hands went to her stomach, rubbing her belly. “Brat was easy to deal with.”
“Yeah.” It had been a pretty slow day. She knew every day wouldn’t be this easy with their parents taking care of dinner and giving them some downtime, but Kyo had been one of the easiest parts of their day. “Kyo is a good baby.”
“Of course he is.” Katsuki dropped a kiss to the crook of her neck before burying his face in her neck.
“We did good.”
“Of course we did.” There was never any doubt.
“Love you,” she whispered, feeling the weightlessness of sleep overtake her.
His arms squeezed her lightly. “Love you more.” The sound of her breathing slowed and her body grew heavy with sleep. On a typical night, Ochako would fall asleep after him, but tonight Katsuki found himself staring blankly in front of him.
He couldn’t blame her.
It had been three days since their son was born, and she’d stubbornly insisted on not taking it easy. Kyo spent most of the day attached to her or being carried by her while she helped him sort through the gifts they’d been given. He was surprised she hadn’t fallen asleep on the couch after they’d eaten. They’d watched a movie with their parents before they’d left and decided to go up to bed.
Katsuki was tired, but he wasn’t the one who had delivered an almost seven pound baby. His mind was occupied with all of the things he had to do tomorrow.
He needed to call his agency.
Talk to Best Jeanist.
Human resources about insurance.
PR about how they were gonna handle this.
Ochako probably needed to speak to her agency, but he didn’t think she should have to worry about that right now.
“Huh?” Katsuki murmured, sitting up at the sound of soft whines coming from the bassinet. He looked down at Ochako sleeping peacefully undisturbed. Carefully untangling himself from her, Katsuki slowly slid out of bed and quietly made his way toward the bassinet. “Hey, you?” he whispered at the fussing baby. After wiping his hands on his pajama pants, he quickly untangled the baby from the blankets. “Are you hot or something?”
The nurses had shown them how to swaddle him, but Katsuki didn’t think it would be necessary since it was summer.
“I told your mama it was too hot for that.” Even though they’d been assured it wasn’t, he wasn’t convinced. Kyo kicked wildly, little whines building to a cry. “Hey, what’s wrong? You’re not hungry.” He cradled Kyo to his chest and placed a hand on the back of his head to support his neck. “I don’t think you’re wet.”
Ochako had just changed him and his diaper felt dry.
“You gotta learn that when it’s dark, you sleep,” Katsuki whispered, walking toward the door and gently bouncing his son. “You’re not missing shit.” He stopped in the doorway, slowly turning to Ochako still asleep in the bed. Katsuki looked down at the wide red eyes staring up at him in the dark. “Don’t tell your mama I said that.”
She wouldn’t forgive him.
“I’ll let you stay up late if you don’t tell her.” He figured he might want to practice negotiating the terms of keeping his cursing slips secret. “Let’s go watch tv,” Katsuki decided, walking down the steps with Kyo in his arms.