love within the chaos

your daughter is such a daddy’s girl, bubbly laughs in agreement as he sits her on her bottom right on his pectorals. her little hands stretch to pat at his chin, rubbing over the stubble and her legs are too short to even cross over each other. her glowing ruby pupils dart over the original owner’s face.

katsuki’s captivated by her, holding her up and mumbling nonsense to her, “you’re my pretty girl, aren’t you?”

you look over at the pair through the mirror as you put your earrings on, “i pumped earlier so there’s some milk for her in the fridge labelled, her blanket is folded by the dryer and—,”

“nuh—uh babe, you’re not doin’ that with me.” katsuki loses the syrupy tone he uses with his daughter. instead a stern tone surprises you, your hands frozen by your ear.

“what?”

“don’t treat me like i’m them do-nothing shit excuse of fathers. i know where all my daughter’s things are. i’m not no babysitter,” he grunts, keeping his focus on your baby who’s now playing with his single finger like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

regret burns in your stomach as you pull away from your ear, “didn’t mean it like that, katsuki. i’m just nervous being away from you guys for the first time, don’t really feel like myself either.”

katsuki meets your eyes, all the annoyance before completely evaporated. he realises for the moment that he wasn’t putting two and two together. your scattered rushing between the bedroom and bathroom, the pile of dresses on the ground or even the way you’ve forgotten to put your wedding ring on after you came out the shower. you’ve never done that since you’ve been married.

“baby c’mere,” he orders and easily you obey. pottering over to his side of the bed and standing before him.

he reaches for your hand and kisses your knuckles, before rubbing them across your lips. you’ve been in this position a few times. above him while he takes your hand. when he proposed, after he takes your heels off after a long day and when he sat beside you in the hospital bed when the nurses were cleaning your daughter.

it’s a simple action but one that fills you up to the brim of emotion. since and during pregnancy, tears are always ready to sub in once he does something a little too loving.

“y’know you look beautiful. not even comin’ and i know for a fact you’ll be the prettiest in the room. i want you to have fun, have a break from us two.”

your daughter stretches her arms to you, demanding to be picked up since you’re so close. you sigh wistfully, easily giving into her and swooping her up into your arms. you bounce her on your hip as katsuki smiles, sitting up to plant his feet on the floor and bring you between his legs. your fingers stay linked, his thumb rubbing against the back of your hand.

“thank you but i’m just gonna miss you,” you press a light kiss to her cheek to get no makeup on her. “gonna miss you so much, princess.”

your baby stuffs her fingers in your hair and starts tugging before doing the same with your necklace.

katsuki grunts. “what about me?”

your grin is a thousand watts, holding your baby’s head to lean over to give him a kiss. it’s only supposed to be a peck, you need to be leaving soon but he grips your chin and holds you close, not caring if he messes up your face. he kisses you a little dirtier than the princesses in the movies, biting on your bottom lip and sucking your tongue. but you know how it feels for a kiss to give you life of some sorts. a little push, a boost of confidence that you’re okay. in fact, you’re more than okay with this man’s love and this little addition to your lives.

you find it in yourself to pull away, a hand to your lips as katsuki grins with gloss and foundation on the lower half of his face. “not in front of her like that katsuki!” you whisper and he rolls his eyes, knowing that’s code for no kisses that have the potential to get you horny. that would be fair but considering your sex drive is through the roof now after giving birth, he wouldn’t be allowed within three metres from you with that rule.

your daughter won’t remember a kiss when she grows up anyway. “you’re gonna miss me too?” he repeats and you rest your hand on his stubbled cheek, completely endeared with the soppy look his eyes give beneath his glasses. fatherhood looks good on him, these past few months have made you nothing but insatiable. his slouch into your palm, his hand sliding up your dress to rest at your thigh.

“of course i will. gonna be thinking about you the whole time,” you mumble and part of you thinks about just staying home tonight, putting your daughter to bed and having your husband love you. but you need to break out your stay home cycle. he knows it too.

katsuki’s canines are sharp as they curve into a smile, “remember to think of me because you’re gonna be gettin’ a whole new wave of men talkin’ to you tonight.”

you frown, “what do you mean?”

your daughter yawns, snuggling into your chest and quickly katsuki takes her so she doesn’t get too comfortable when you need to leave. she adapts easily, snuggling against her fathers chest, tiny hands in a fist.

his voice knocks down an octave in a whisper, as her eyes close sleepily, “the milf fuckers.”

you gasp, stifling a laugh in your throat for it to come out as a snort. your face lights up as katsuki tries to keep serious but his façade slips as you step away you gather your bag and belongings, “i’m serious. they can smell milfs from a mile a way. no talkin’ to them, baby.”

you roll your eyes, “does that include you then ‘ki? should i stop talking to you?”

he keeps on the whisper, rocking your now sleeping baby, “you’re my wife and a milf. wife takes out milf.”

your eyebrows rise, “so you think i’m hot because i’m your wife? and not because i’m your baby mama?”

katsuki stops rocking for a moment, mentally going over his own logic, “fuck what i said. saying you’re my baby mama is sexy.”

you chuckle, shaking your head. your phone’s in your hand tracking the uber on the way to pick you up and you think, finally, you’re ready to go. you kiss katsuki’s forehead, his eyes fluttering shut when you do, “you’re going delusional babe, go to bed. i’ll text you when i arrive.”

you then duck down to press a kiss to your sleeping princess. cheeks round and puffy, with the sweetest snores.

“i’ll pick you up, i installed the car seat earlier.”

“i’ll just get an uber.”

“i’ll pick you up.”

“katsuki, you’re not bringing our child back and forth out the house for no reason.”

your phone lights up in your hand, telling you your uber is outside.

“it’s gonna be fuckin’ late and she’ll be sleepin’ the whole time. look at her. gone like a light once she starts.” he huffs, eyes glancing you up and down, distracted momentarily, “did i tell you, you look sexy? you really fuckin’ do, that dress makes your ass look—,”

“bye katsuki, my uber’s outside” you sing, pecking the corner of his lips, “bye princess, be good for papa.” you mumble, kissing your daughters fist as not to wake her.

you pull your bag strap over your shoulder, blowing another kiss to your little family, “bye baby, text me everythin’. even a couple pictures if you can, i’ll be missin’ you.”

you giggle with a nod, heart clenching as katsuki waves your daughters sleepy fist at you, with a toothy smile. his glasses slide down to the tip of his nose.

“okay, bye for real now,” you say one foot out the door, “and stop swearing around her!”