A/N: …. I did not plan on this being so long. I thought this was going to be like 2,000 words shorter! My husband (beta) said I needed more so, I added. Anyway, here we go!

Also! Next week is a holiday, so I will probably be late updating cause socializing, family, and stuff… Just a heads up

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia this is work of fiction that I am not making a profit off of.

He hadn't slept in almost thirty-six hours.

Katsuki yawned, holding his arms tightly against his chest as he slouched deeper into the small chair. His head drifted back against the wall behind him as he sighed.

"You didn't have to come."

"Tch," he snorted. A small smirk curling on his lips at the sound tissue paper wrinkling as she fidgeted on the exam table across from him. "Shut up."

"I'm serious," Ochako huffed as she adjusted herself on the table. "You're falling asleep."

"I'm not falling asleep."

"You definitely were asleep like two minutes ago."

"I wasn't," he sighed, stifling another yawn. "I was just resting my eyes." His legs stretched out in front of him as he relaxed his body.

"So I didn't hear you snoring?"

"No." In all likelihood, he probably had been snoring.

For some reason, crime seemed to always skyrocket in January and Katsuki never seemed to remember until he was trapped working a twenty-four hour plus shift. He'd lost track of how many calls he'd responded to or the number of reports still awaiting his attention.

"Katsuki," she groaned, digging her hands into the table as her legs kicked in frustration.

"Tch."

"Don't 'tch' me."

He sat up, opening his eyes to stare at her. Dragging a tired hand over his face with a loud yawn, Katsuki pulled himself out of his chair and made his way over to her. His fingers gently pinched her chin as he pulled her in for a gentle kiss. "Tch," he breathed against her lips.

"You asshole," she chuckled, kissing him once more as she smacked his chest playfully. "Seriously," Ochako started. Her arms looped around his midsection to pull him between her legs. Her ankles crossed behind the back of his thighs to keep him in place while her fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. "You should probably be home sleeping."

"Hey," he murmured, pulling her attention back to his face. "I wasn't missing this."

She shook her head, resting her head against his chest. "You're not missing much. They already poked and prodded me." Ochako held out her arm showing the bandage from the nurse drew blood. "We could stay home tonight if you want? "

That wasn't a terrible idea. "But you want to go to scarface's stupid birthday party."

"I really wish you'd stop calling him that."

"It's true."

She sighed, closing her eyes as she shook her head with disapproval, "He's our friend."

Katsuki snorted. "Whatever." Though he was less aggressive these days, he never seemed to completely mend fences with Todoroki. They tolerated each other. He didn't have much of a choice with his wife being best friends with Todoroki's boyfriend and being friends with him herself.

And since he was, somehow, kinda friends with Izuku now.

"We do have a stack of family history papers to fill out," Ochako frowned. "We could stay home with some take out and get a jump on them."

"Family history?"

"Yep. The doctor wants to know quirks, diseases, genetic conditions, how people died, I think blood type might be on there? I don't know." She'd stopped looking once they asked about third cousins and great-great-grandparents. Ochako wasn't sure she even knew her great-grandparents' quirks, let alone their names.

"What the hell do they need all that for?" Katsuki was prepared to give some family history after reading over some of the information her doctor had sent, but this seemed ridiculous.

"They need to know if either of us carries something we could pass-"

"We don't!"

"Or-" In some strange way, his stubborn optimism was reassuring. "If either one of us has a mutant quirk somewhere in the family, it could complicate the birth."

Maybe.

"I don't know," she shrugged, sighing into his chest. "We just have to fill out the forms before the next appointment."

"That means I need to call the old hag sometime to get that information."

"We need to tell our parents."

They did. "And our friends," he listed. "And our agencies."

She nodded, inhaling sharply as she pulled away from him. Her hands rested against his shoulders. "Let's see how this appointment goes, huh?" Ochako looked up at him as her lips twisted into a shaky smile.

"You're still worried?" he whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead. His hands gently cupped her face as he brought their foreheads together. "It's fine."

"I know."

"Then stop worrying."

"I'm not." She had been. Ochako had spent most of the last week either completely forgetting about the positive pregnancy test or trying to feel completely overwhelmed by the thought of growing another human being. "I'll feel better after we talk to the doctor."

"Okay," he acknowledged. His thumbs traced her cheeks. "How's your nausea?" Despite the morning sickness, her already rosy cheeks seemed twice as bright and her skin glowed.

Her nose wrinkled. "I only threw up a few times today and yesterday. Nothing too bad."

A sharp knock at the door caused Katsuki to step from between her legs, moving to the side of the exam table.

"Hello there!" A fairly tall woman with long silver hair tied back in a tight bun walked into the room. Her eyes looked down at the chart in front of her before looking up at the couple. "How are you doing Ochako-san?"

"I'm alright." Ochako forced herself to smile as she bowed politely to her doctor. "Oh, this is my husband." She figured she needed to get used to saying it, now would be a good start. "Bakugo Katsuki this is Chiba-sensei."

She smiled merrily, turning to Katsuki. "Nice to finally meet you, Bakugo-san" she grinned. "I've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you."

Katsuki bowed politely."Nice to meet you, Chiba-sensei." Gritting his teeth as he stopped the urge to tell the doctor to get on with whatever news she had for them. He placed an arm on her shoulder as he looked pointedly at the clipboard in the doctor's hand.

"Well, first," the doctor sat on the stool in front of them. "Congratulations. You are indeed pregnant."

Ochako exhaled loudly, bringing a hand to her chest in relief. "Okay." She turned to Katsuki as he squeezed her shoulder and gave him a bright smile, ignoring the 'I told you so' shining in his eyes.

"It looks like you are at about nine or ten weeks if we go by the date of your last missed period, but," Chiba sat her clipboard on the table, pulling a rolling cart toward the bed. "We're going to take a peek so we can get a better look and see for sure, ok?"

"Alright."

The doctor stood by the table, coaching her into position. "So, I need you to lie back and pull your shirt up over your stomach for me."

Shifting back against the table, Ochako pulled the bottom hem of her shirt and adjusted the band of her leggings to sit a few inches below the small swell of her lower belly.

"When the hell did that happen?" Katsuki questioned looking at her stomach in awe. That definitely wasn't there yesterday morning.

Ochako placed her hand on the barely there bump on her stomach, "What?"

"That!"

"It's hardly anything."

"It wasn't there yesterday!" He would have definitely noticed if it had been. "Isn't it too early for her to have a stomach?"

"It's not that big." Ochako had mistaken it for being bloated.

"This is good news. It means your baby is growing." Chiba assured as she prepared to place the gel on her stomach. She turned to Katsuki, "All women are different. Some women don't start showing until there second trimester and some don't get much of a bump at all. Though, it looks like your wife has started now. Nothing to worry about. Now," Chiba turned her attention back to Ochako. "This is gonna be cold."

"I don't know how," Ochako winced at the feeling of the gel oh her stomach. "I haven't been keeping anything down."

"You said it's 'nothing too bad'!" Katsuki barked.

Ochako shook her head, looking at the doctor and rolling her eyes playfully in her husband's direction, "Is he gonna be like this for the next six months?"

Chiba laughed at Katsuki's growl. "It's good he's speaking up-"

His lips curled into a smug smile as he stepped closer to the exam table.

"Sometimes people dismiss things when they could be serious symptoms, and even if they aren't it's better that you said something. I would honestly rather have you tell me something you don't think is a big deal or stupid, than you keep going without the information," she told them. "So in terms of morning sickness, as long as you aren't dehydrated, losing weight, or fainting, it's okay. It looks like your managing it well. Your preliminary lab work was good. Now," she picked up the ultrasound handle. "We're going to do a quick ultrasound to check on how far you are and give you guys a chance to take a little peek, alright?"

Ochako nodded, turning her head to the monitor. Hand blindly reaching for Katsuki's as she felt the handle of the ultrasound machine press against her stomach.

"Okay, right there," Chiba smiled, pointing on the blob on the monitor. "There is your baby." She told them as she studied the image. "And right now, the baby is about the size of a kumquat," the doctor explained, punching information in on the keyboard. "Looks to be a little longer than an inch and a quarter."

The grainy black and white image showed a clear profile. The baby looked as if it were cradled in a black pit. Laying on its back, they could clearly see the head and body. Little legs bent up a little while the faint image of the arms stuck out into what looked to be open nothingness.

"I can't believe it already looks like a baby," Ochako breathed quietly, staring at the image in awe. Her fingers tightened around Katsuki's, feeling warm excitement spread through her chest.

It was real. The pregnancy test she'd taken at home had done nothing but confirm her suspicion. She hadn't given herself a chance to move beyond a diagnosis. But now…

Her chest constricted as her mind drifted to all of the possibilities she couldn't fathom before.

Was it a boy or girl?

Would they have brown hair like her? Or would they be blonde like Katsuki?

What kind of quirk would they have?

What would they name them?

Tears flooded her eyes as she swallowed a wave of emotion. "Katsuki, look," she sniffled quietly, dabbing at her eyes with her free hand.

Katsuki nodded as he stared at the screen unusually quiet and wide-eyed. "I see." He moved closer to her. His hand rested on the top of her head, pulling it to rest against his stomach as his fingers curled affectionately against her scalp.

"Do you guys want to hear the heartbeat?"

"Yeah," Katsuki answered, eyes still on the monitor.

Chiba chuckled quietly as she moved the position on the handle and clicked a few buttons on at the keyboard resting on the cart. "Alright, here we," she muttered clicking one last button. "Go."

Staccato little beats pulsed from the speakers and filled the room.

Ochako clasped a hand to her mouth, burying her face into Katsuki's stomach as she sobbed happily. Her free hand dug into the fabric of his shirt to keep him close to her.

"Hey hey," he tried to grumble, but his voice broke softly as he cradled the back of her head. He pushed down his own lump of anxiety and happiness threatening to choke him. "Don't cry about it." Katsuki watched the sound wave play across the screen, eyes still focused on the image of the child inside her.

"I take you all would like some pictures then?" the doctor asked, not really needing an answer to that question.

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"Are you sure you're okay?"

Ochako laughed, swinging their arms as they walked down the street toward a restaurant, "I think I should be asking you that question." She gently tugged at his hand, pulling him next to her as they strolled.

"Tch."

She rolled her eyes at his signature sound, pressing her lips into a firm line to keep from laughing.

"I'm fine."

"We can skip the party," Ochako offered as they continued to walk in the chilly January evening. "The offer of take-out and medical forms still stands."

He shook his head, "We're almost there."

"So? We can still turn around and not be almost there." Hugging his arm close, she rested the side of her face against his sleeve. "I know you don't wanna go."

He really didn't. "You want to though."

"Yeah," she nodded with a little smile, looking up at him. "It'll be nice to see people."

"We see them at work.

"Not everyone." Tsu had ended up at the same agency as Ochako, but she was mostly stationed on the coast. "And I only work with Tsu, you've got way more people from school at work with you than I do."

"I didn't ask those idiots to follow me. And we won't see everyone tonight either," Katsuki argued staring out in front of him as they walked. "Are we gonna tell them you're pregnant?"

"I don't know." Her lips twisted into a thoughtful frown. "I don't think it would appropriate to mention it now."

"Why?"

"It's Shoto's birthday."

"And?"

"And," she drawled, tugging at his arm. "It's not about us tonight."

He shrugged, "That bastard doesn't care."

"Doesn't matter. It's Shoto's birthday, not the baby's. Though," she spoke firmly, pausing for a moment. "I just thought about something."

"Hmm?"

"If the baby comes a little early, they could have the same birthday as Izuku."

Katsuki froze, looking at her eyes wide and stunned. His mouth dropped open in horror. "No."

"Wouldn't that be cool?"

"You will cross your legs and wait until the next damn day!" There was no way he'd allow it.

Ochako cackled, pulling him along, "I don't think it works that way."

"I mean it!"

"I'm teasing," she told him gently. "You heard Chiba-sensei, I'm not due until August fourth anyway."

"Just make sure the brat knows that," he mumbled. Eyeing her suspiciously, he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"I'll be sure to relay that message." Ochako sighed happily, watching her breath disappear into the air. "I think," her tone dropped to a serious pitch. "I think we have plenty of time to tell them anyway. We need to tell them we're married first."

"Might as well tonight," he decided as they approached the doors to the restaurant. Katsuki opened the door, cocking his head to the side to let her in.

She frowned at him, shaking her head as she walked in, "Not tonight. It's Shoto's day."

"Tch, I don't give a shit about that bastard," he snorted under his breath as he followed her toward the bar area of the restaurant.

"Hey." She swatted him, playfully pointing a stern finger at him. "Behave," she warned him, eyes darting from him to the people in the room.

Katsuki snickered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Yes dear," he mocked before pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Well, look who decided to show up!"

"Eijiro!" Ochako grinned, pulling away from Katsuki to embrace the redhead. "Katsuki didn't tell me you were back in town!"

"Of course he didn't," the redhead laughed sending a toothy grin to his friend. "He also didn't mention he was coming tonight." Eijiro opened his arms toward Katsuki, demanding a hug. "Come on, man."

Katsuki crossed his arms in front of him, staring blankly at his friend.

"You should be used to this by now," Eijiro grinned, hugging his friend tightly.

"You act like I don't see you."

"You haven't. I was in Indonesia, remember?"

"Well, I'm going to let you guys catch up," Ochako grinned, sliding out of her coat and placing it on one of the chairs. She handed Katsuki the little gift bag. "You guys want anything?"

"Nope, all good here."

"Katsuki?" she questioned, placing her hand against his chest.

Katsuki looked down, noticing the shimmer of her wedding band. "Whatever they have is fine." He hadn't taken his band off. The only time he had was when he was out in the field. Even though it was made of tungsten, it felt weird with his gloves.

Truth be told, they hadn't done the best job of hiding their marriage.

"Beer then," she nodded making her way toward the bar. "Play nice you two."

"Yes ma'am," Eijiro joked with an obedient nod.

Katsuki's eyes followed her path toward the bar, eyes falling down at her stomach concealed by the black flowy dress she was wearing. He watched her lean down, forearms pressed against the bar top as she waited patiently for her turn to order.

"So, what's up with you two?"

"Nothing," he shrugged in a purposely casual voice. "Same old shit."

Eijiro laughed. "Nice to know I haven't missed anything."

"Where's your girlfriend?" It was easier to change the subject. His eyes drifted back to Ochako. She was talking animatedly at the bar Tsu and Momo while she waited for her order.

"Still in Europe," he sighed with a bittersweet smile. "I think she's enjoying Paris too much."

"She would. It's fucking cliche." Katsuki didn't have room to talk. He tried not to think about the ultrasound picture he'd tucked inside his wallet. The little blob barely looked like as a baby, and he was already acting like a sentimental idiot.

"Hey man, cliches are cliche for a reason."

Apparently.

"Hey, birthday boy!" Eijiro called pulling the attention of Shoto walking a few feet behind him. "Good to see you, man! Happy birthday, dude!" he spoke, wrapping the man in a hug.

Katsuki snorted at Shoto's stunned face, turning his head away from the scene.

"You two man," Eijiro commented to Izuku had approached soon after. "It feels like forever!"

"It's been like two months, idiot!"

"And we used to see each other every day, so let me enjoy this moment." Eijiro gave Izuku a hug next, ignoring the grumpy tone of his friend.

"You guys are adorable," Ochako teased as she joined the group, handing a bottle to Katsuki. She rested her head against his arm.

"They're something alright." Katsuki commented, taking a sip of his drink.

She laughed, "Did you give Shoto his present?"

His eyes narrowed at her, taking another sip of his drink.

"Katsuki!" she hissed, taking the gift bag from him and placing her own drink on the table next to her. "Happy birthday!" Ochako chirped, handing Shoto the gift bag giving him a little hug.

"Thank you," Shoto nodded, accepting the bag.

"Look at how not difficult that was." Ochako picked up her glass, shaking her head at Katsuki.

"I wasn't hugging that asshole," Katsuki told her.

Ochako chuckled with a tight smirk, bringing the champagne flute to her lips, "Hi, Izuku! How are you?" She wasn't even going to take the bait.

Izuku looked at the glass, then to Katsuki before turning back to Ochako, "I'm good."

"What?" she questioned, taking another sip brows furrowed at him.

"Nothing!" Izuku answered a little too fast and too panicked.

"Have you guys gotten something to eat yet?" Shoto questioned.

"We just got here." Ochako told him.

Katsuki glared at the glass in her hand.

"They have small plates by the bar," Shoto informed them.

"I recommend the little ribs," Kirishima chirped, licking his lips. "And the meatballs!"

She laughed, grabbing Katsuki's hand, "Say no more. We're going to get something to eat." Ochako pulled him away from the group. "Come on, you."

Katsuki waited until they were a few steps away, from them before leaning down to whisper in her ear, "What are you-"

"Calm down," she started as they stepped in front of the food. "It's ginger soda. I told the bartender that I can't have alcohol, and I don't want my friends to know I'm not drinking so I asked him to put it in a champagne glass."

That was a smart idea. "You don't even like champagne."

"No one knows that."

"You've never drink champagne." The first time she'd tried it was during their first class reunion a year after graduation. After one sip, Ochako had hissed like an angry cat much to the amusement of her classmates and Katsuki.

"You are the only person who knows that," she chuckled, picking up a little meatball speared with a toothpick. "I guess Izu noticed, but he's weirdly observant."

"Something like that." Katsuki watched her shove another morsel in her mouth, reaching for another before she'd finished the bite in her mouth. "Nausea okay?"

"Surprisingly, yes," she commented, shoving a cracker coated in some sort of green dip. "This food over here smells entirely too delicious for me to be nauseous."

He wrinkled his nose as she placed a sardine on a cracker, spooning a small amount of mustard on top.

"You should taste that."

No. "I'm going to take your word for it." He picked up a small piece of meat for himself as he watched her eat.

Following small bites and drinks, they flooded into one of the private dining rooms to sit for dinner. It was a familiar routine, remembering their high school years and talking about their careers between meal courses.

"It stinks Mina isn't here," Toru sighed, slouching in her seat. "Us girls are always out numbered at these things."

"We were outnumbered at U.A.," Ochako reminded her as she took another sip of her ginger soda. They were more outnumbered now with Mina's absence but still, the turnout was pretty good considering their schedules. This was the first time in about a year so many of them were able to get together. "Besides she's in Paris having fun."

"It's a work trip," Katsuki snorted as he drank.

"It's still beautiful there," Momo commented. "And the shopping!"

"The city of love," Toru spoke dreamily, leaning on Mashirao's shoulder. "Perfect place for a proposal."

"Here we go," Hanta snorted eyes darting to all the couples at the table. "No pressure guys."

Ochako nervously tucked her left hand into her lap. At least twice a year, the conversation drifted toward the subject of relationship status.

"And it's engagement season," Toru added not so subtly.

The last time they'd bought this up, they'd been engaged and waiting for an appropriate moment to announce it. A charity event at U.A. didn't seem like the right moment if there really ever was one to bring it up. Katsuki suggested they should just text everyone and leave it at that.

"My money is on Todoroki and Midoriya to be the first to take the plunge," Denki commented, looking around the table. "I'd put 5700 yen on that."

"Nope," Toru shook her head. "Kirishima and Mina."

"I think you're wrong," Eijiro laughed, picking up his glass. "Not the right time."

"You have the perfect opportunity! Right at the top of the tower. Do not waste it!"

"Okay, hypothetically, how the heck am I supposed to get to Paris?"

"Love finds a way."

"It would take like a day to get there," Tsu frowned. "Probably more."

"Don't matter."

"Nope, it's gonna be Kacchan and Ochako first," Izuku smirked behind his glass.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes.

Ochako picked up her glass coughing nervously.

"I second that," Shoto chimed in.

"You all can't double team a bet like that," Kyoka laughed.

"We are a united front. My winnings are Izuku's winnings and vice versa."

"See, that's why they're gonna be first," Denki commented, tapping Hanta on that arm. "I'm going double or nothing."

They also had inside information.

"Isn't it time for cake yet?" Ochako questioned looking around, face slightly flushed.

"Ochako," Toru sighed dramatically. "We're talking about the most wonderful time of the year, engagement season. Where are your priorities?"

"They're currently focused on dessert," Ochako told her seriously, eyeing the trays making their way toward them.

Katsuki snorted, "Sounds about right."

"No cake just dessert platters," Shoto explained as the servers came out with trays of assorted desserts to fill the table. "I figured this would be the best way to ensure everyone gets something they like."

"Dude," Denki started plucking a small cake from the tray. "It's your birthday. They don't like it more cake for you."

"Birthday rules," Eijiro nodded seriously, picking a dessert for himself.

Ochako chuckled, inhaling the sweet smells wafting around the table. Her eyes darted between a wedge of chocolate cake and a slice of cheesecake drizzled with strawberry syrup. Reaching for the serving spatula, she froze a particular smell making her stomach lurch. "What is that?" she questioned, turning to Tsu sitting next to her. Ochako looked at the little pie sitting on her plate. There was what looked to be a massive layer of whipped cream covering some sort of yellow custard. Whatever it was, her nose wasn't liking the smell.

"It's banana cream," Tsu answered digging her spoon into the dessert.

Ochako stopped her nose from wrinkling at the mention of the dessert. "Oh," she spoke neutrally, retrieving a piece of chocolate cake for her plate.

"Wanna taste?" Tsu questioned pushing her plate a little closer toward her.

"No thanks." Ochako forced herself to smile, taking slow deep breaths to stop the wave of nausea brewing. Her fingers curled around her fork, head twisted toward the side as she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Hey," Katsuki whispered softly, placing a hand on her thigh.

She swallowed the flood of saliva in her mouth as another whiff of banana hit her senses.

"Yo Uraraka, you alright?" Denki shouted.

Great. She really needed everyone staring at her. "I'm good," Ochako lied smiling brightly at the people around her as her stomach bubbled angrily. She turned to Katsuki keeping the smile on her face. "I'll be right back." Breathing slowly from her mouth, Ochako slowly got out of her seat trying to walk normally as possible away from the table.

"She alright?" Eijiro questioned looking at Katsuki.

"I noticed that she hasn't been active in the last few weeks," Momo commented. "Everything okay?"

Katsuki stood up from the table. "She's fine," he told them shortly following her path toward the back of the restaurant. He stopped outside of the women's bathroom, wrapping his knucks on the door. "Ochako," he called out, pressing his ear against the door.

Fuck it.

If there was someone else in there, they would have called back by now.

Katsuki pushed the door open, stepping into the bathroom and locking the bolt behind him. He didn't need anyone walking in especially someone from his group. Underneath the metal siding of the first stall, he caught sight of her legs sprawled out against the floor and black fabric bunched against the tiles. "It's me."

"Over here," she croaked. Ochako was sitting on the floor by the toilet, face pale as she pressed her palm against her forward.

"Floor is dirty," he commented, kneeling down to wipe her face.

She laughed. "Naw, it's pretty clean actually." She could always through this dress in the wash. "I needed to sit down. I figured if they have fifty dollar glasses of wine, they have money to have clean floors."

"What happened?"

"Tsu was eating banana cream pie," she winced, eyes drifting closed as she rested her head against the cool metal wall. "Offered me a piece."

That explained it.

"Those sardines did not taste good coming back up."

"Told you."

"Eh," she frowned at him. "You're not supposed to be in here."

"I locked the door." Katsuki went over to the sink wetting a paper towel for her.

"They're going to think we're in here having sex."

He chuckled, "It's a good cover story."

"No," she rolled her eyes, taking the paper towel from him and wiping her face with it. "At least they weren't taking bets on who's going to get pregnant first."

"That's next," Katsuki sighed, squatting down in front of her. "We won that race too though."

To be continued…

A/N: Thanks for all your comments and love! This was supposed to be a one shot, but here we are! I'm glad you guys put with my foolishness. Until next time loves!