He texted his mother that he wasn't coming home tonight. In the message, he said that his friend needed more than he had thought. The sleeping mother wouldn't see the message until daybreak but it gave the emerald child an alibi until his next opportunity to see his mother. He shivered at their talk earlier when she wanted to talk with him. How was he going to add that "not only was out past curfew to talk with a girl? P.S., I got her pregnant, too!"

Being the overseer of the Midoriya finances, Inko's part-time job as a grocery clerk and his father's work as a salaryman wasn't going to be enough for the family of three. He bit into his pencil as he was scribbling his finances. It wasn't going to be enough for the family of four.

Nemuri was sleeping on the sofa. The television was on. It was an aid for white noise. Izuku didn't disturb her. The ginger tea he had prepared for her was now used as his beverage. As he was shuffling for a drink, he learned on the internet that ginger tea was great for pregnancy.

He put the pencil and paper down. He wanted to put his mind at ease. But he couldn't. Two things were eating at him. The fact that his family had to contribute to the new baby. Then, the fact the mother of this baby-to-be is his teacher. To add to the factor, Izuku was underaged. The fear of his teacher, the mother of his child could get arrested worried him.

He tried to not further think of that route. For the time being, he had to work on the former.

He had to tell his parents.

As he took another sip of his ginger tea, he saw the shuffling of covers moving from the couch. Nemuri stood up. She was tired, drained. Her hair was more unkempt. Izuku knew that she hasn't had a shower for a bit. Amazing when news of a baby could change a person's appearance.

"How long was I out?" Nemuri joined Izuku at the table. She saw the scribblings of numbers and notes from the yellow notepad.

"Not too long," said Izuku calmly. "It's about a quarter after three."

She rubbed the crust from her eyes. "Oh!" She grabbed one of the sheets. "Izuku, what are you doing?"

"Trying to figure out finances on taking care of the baby," said Izuku. "I know my parents' salary won't be enough. I will have to look for a job."

Nemuri sighed heavily. "Don't worry about finances. I can cover that," she said while producing a weak smile. "You must forget that I am the Pro Hero 18+. I keep savings from every time I make appearances."

His eyes widened. "Oh!"

"Don't think I just spend my earnings on just booze, adult entertainment, and gambling," she said. "Well, it somewhat true, but I am resourceful as well, young man."

Izuku shook his head. "I didn't put that into factor." He looked at her. "Worst case scenario caught my eye."

She reached into her pocket and grabbed a cigarette. She told Izuku to pass her the lighter next to him. She shook her head, confirming his ill thoughts. "So you too was thinking the same thing."

"Yes, ma'am." Izuku grabbed the cup and drained the rest of his tea. He didn't want Nemuri, Kayama-sensei to go jail. Jail was no place for a pregnant woman. People would talk, putting blame on her for her ill-responsibility of sleeping with an underage teen. They would point fingers at Izuku for he wasn't thinking about protection. Be as it may, someone was going to get blamed. Izuku was certain that none of these things were going to happen. "My parents are more understanding. If we just talk to them, explain ourselves, then we would be okay."

Nemuri flicked the ashes into Izuku's now empty coffee cup. "Let's put that on hold for right now, sweetie." She urged him to close closer to her. Izuku grabbed his chair and sat next to her. "Izuku, I care about you. I know you are going to take responsibility for this. I know that there isn't a doubt in my old, tired mind." She took his hand, rubbing it affectionately. "Not everyone is understanding like that. Be as it may, I have done a crime. If word does get out, I can go to jail."

"Kayama-sensei," said Izuku until she put her finger to his lip.

"Let me finish, Izuku. Prefecture law states that legal consent of having a relationship with you is seventeen," she told him with absoluteness in her voice. "You will be turning seventeen in a few weeks."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Give me a few weeks to think this through, then I will consider on talking with your parents," she said while producing a smile. "Although it is still inappropriate, you will be at the age where you can make conscious decisions." She rubbed her stomach. "I think our baby bump won't show until then, wouldn't it?"

Izuku patted her back. "Here's hoping."

Nemuri kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for understanding, Papa Izuku!"

A few weeks later….

He was awakened by the pressing of soft, wet feathery kisses. It felt wonderful as each kiss gave him a feeling of warmth, love, and affection. He relaxed and cooed as the kiss continued from the back of his neck. He felt the sensations of arms wrapping around him. Like a snake, he was delighted on being her prey. He snuggled closer to be surrounded by this gentle love.

He turned around as he saw Kayama-sensei continued to kiss his forehead. Her arms wrapped around him, he kept his eyes close to having her warm and tender kisses. The sensation got him aroused, but he put his will into overdrive as he postponed any consummation until their special night, which was going to be later that evening. When they hear the approving words of his parents accepting their grandchild and the blessing of him and Nemuri.

"Happy Birthday, my precious," she whispered as she wrapped his lips around his. Their mouths enveloped each other and they savor every moment to make it last.

Izuku was thankful of Shouto and Tenya on covering him whenever he wanted to spend the night with Nemuri. His friends didn't want much. Just a few dollars and borrowing his PSN account from time to time. Nemuri has returned to school. For the sake of appearances, their relationship prior to their rendezvous remained. Even though she was flirtatious before then, but he understood what she meant.

Since that night at the diner, Izuku became more affectionate with Nemuri. Some evenings, he would visit and make dinner. On special occasions when she came home from work, he made a trail of roses leading into the kitchen. When entering, he sat at the table, which was layered with their dinner and candles. The scent of lavender with the combination of Beef Wellington filled the warm. The warm serenade of soft rock filled the airwaves of the kitchen. He knew she was a fan of soft rock and it would help the mood after a hard-working day for her.

Words weren't necessary as she hugged and kissed him. She skipped dinner and wanted dessert, but Izuku stopped her, sometimes.

'Sorry, baby, but this isn't a good time for the baby Don't need you to have muscle cramps.'

'The baby I want is you now, baby.'

'Hormones are talking, dear. When it settles, then we can resume lovemaking. Now, let's eat.'

'Alright, but when I am ready, you know what is going down.'

Often, they talked over dinner and wine. Afterward, the pair danced throughout the kitchen. Nemuri enjoyed ballroom dancing and Izuku had recently joined her class to understand her peculiar interest.

Along with that, he was more helpful and resourceful. He spent time going on the internet on How-to videos on fixing appliances and minor alterations. In the evenings, he was there to massage his teacher. When she wanted a bath, he prepared it using her favorite scented soaps and favorite scented candles. Some weekend mornings, he gave her breakfast in bed. So much so, there was a bouquet of her favorite blue daffodils on the kitchen table.

Overall, Izuku researched on learning how to be a parent. Nights when Nemuri wakes up, she saw Izuku on the computer in the living room reading books and magazines. Aside from his education, Izuku was prepared for the challenge.

She even saw a book on telling his parents about being pregnant.

"Is your mind in dreamland, birthday boy," asked Nemuri as she nibbled on his neck, excited the eager Izuku.

"Guilty, but it was of you," responded Izuku as he got on top of her. He pressed his lips against her as they continued their make-out session. She was wearing her black nightgown, his favorite. He kissed her on her chin and went down to her collarbone, releasing a moan from Nemuri. He massaged the area with feathery kisses that made her cringed with pleasure. Her toes were curling, grabbing the sheets from their bed. It has been recent that Izuku was becoming more assertive, which she didn't mind.

Kayama-sensei, with her free hand, wrapped around his neck, rubbing the spot that was sensitive and sensual for Izuku. His eyes widened on sight as a smile spread from her. With her other hand, she reached into his pajamas to awake his "third leg."

"Nemuri," Izuku tried to muster from his lips. She silenced him with another kiss. Her turn to be assertive, she grabbed Izuku and turned him over to his side of the bed. Her hand never letting go of his penis. She massaged it until it was fully erect.

"Nemuri," he said.

"Shh, let this old lady have some fun," said Nemuri.

"We can't. Not right now," he told her. "I told my parents that I will meet them for brunch. This is where I am going to introduce you to them."

Nemuri paused, pursing her lips at Izuku. She let out a smile. "You're lucky that it is your birthday." She pressed her lips onto his. They gave each other a few more pecks before getting out of bed.

As Izuku was grabbing his things for the shower, Nemuri called his name.

"Yes, baby," asked Izuku.

"Are you nervous about this?"

Izuku crawled back into the bed and gave her another kiss. "Sooner or later, they are going to find out." He stepped out of the bed. "I don't know how much longer I can have Shouto or Tenya protecting me with these lies."

Nemuri watched Izuku stepped into the shower. Despite how he felt, she still had issues with this. She made a prayer to God that his parents were okay with her. She rubbed her now growing stomach, cooing at the baby. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I believe he knows what is doing."

To be continued….