Nemuri waited for Izuku in the parking garage as he was parking her car. He didn't feel comfortable having his pregnant girlfriend driving at this time. She blushed. Just the thought of the two finally confirming their relationship excited and panicked the Pro Hero 18+ superheroine. She looked at the promise ring around her bloated finger. She knew it was the pregnancy, but knowing that Izuku was fully committing to parenthood and their partnership almost put a tear to her eye.

Better yet, a strong sense of vile coming from her stomach.

She stood up, trying to find the nearest receptacle within the garage or at least a restroom. Unable to find either, she went to the corner of the elevator and saw the smoking bin. It was there where she began retching. She kneeled over, retching her breakfast and whatever she had the night before. She continued to vomit, groaning over those pains. Izuku reminded her that morning sickness was a common norm for pregnant and it was important to be aware. He added that it happens at any time.

Thanks for the tip, she thought as she wiped the vomit from her face with a handkerchief.

She got herself together. She went into her purse and got a mint. The last thing she wanted for a first impression was bad vomit breath. She played it Cool Hand Luke or her phrase for being calm about meeting Izuku's parents. She was familiar with the kind-natured Inko but has never met or know anything about Hisashi. Not the best time to joke, she thought it was a filler to verify that he had a father.

She coughed a few times, trying to clear her throat. She straightened herself out as she walked the few yards back to where Izuku was going to meet her.

"Seems like you might need something to clean your hair."

The sound of a gentleman's voice came from behind him. He was a tall and slender gentleman. He may have been six-foot even, maybe six foot one inch because of his shoes. His hair was slick and long. It was emerald colored, trailing down to his neck. He was wearing a casual business suit. His persona looked like he worked for an insurance agency, but at the same time, he looked like he worked at a tennis resort.

"Excuse me," said Nemuri casually.

He coughed. "Forgive me, miss," he said. "I saw you earlier as it looked like you were trying to throw up." He bowed. "Forgive for following and prying, but it had worried me. I saw that you threw up. However, I saw that you've missed a spot." He came closer. He pulled his handkerchief and cleaned a piece of vomit on her hair.

Her eyes widened, feeling embarrassed about not seeing that. "Forgive me, Oji-san." She bowed a few times, thanking him for noticing it. "Does it look good now?"

"You look swell and beautiful," he said. He shook his head. "Like in a sense of younger sister for I have a wife." He rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Plus, if I know any better, something tells me that you are expecting."

Nemuri instantly blushed. "Oh, Lord. What gave it away?"

The man chuckled. "You are bloated in the right areas, glowing, scrambling in search to retch knowing there are restrooms that you have passed." He pointed to the signs of the restrooms. "Also, you've dropped this." He returned the book, The Idiot's Guide to Pregnancy to her. "It reminded me of my wife's first pregnancy." He looked around the area. "Are you expecting someone soon?"

She nodded her head. "My boyfriend. He is finding a parking space."

He sighed heavily. "Good. I am glad that he is in the picture." He grunted. "Not saying that you will be a bad mother with or without the man there. I think it is easier when there is two to take the plate of the responsibility."

"Yes, Oji-san. I understand."

"You wouldn't mind if I keep you company for the time being...until your boyfriend comes, of course," he said calmly. "Parking garages like this tends to have crooks and thieves. You are too pretty of a damsel to get attacked, especially when you are expecting. Plus, I am expecting someone here as well."

"Thanks," said Nemuri. Normally, that would be the last thing she would ever do with a stranger, let alone another male. However, something about this gentleman made her feel safe. It was a gut feeling and she was very certain with her gut feelings.

The gentleman and Nemuri took a seat on the concrete bench. He offered her a stick of gum, which she politely accepted. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, instantly putting them back. "You don't need to be exposed. Forgive me."

"It's okay."

"So, how far are you?"

"Three months."

"That's good. Planned?"

She shook her head in disagreement. "Unexpected, but I plan to keep the baby."

The gentleman whistled soothingly. "Praise God! I couldn't imagine if you decided to abort." He bowed apologetically. "If it is your choice. I respect a woman's decision on what she does. It's her body."

Nemuri patted the gentleman's back. "It's fine, Oji-san. I don't want to abort. My boyfriend wants to have this baby. I plan to keep this baby. So, don't you worry, sir."

The gentleman leaned back and crossing his legs. "I am a bit critical about that issue. A bit over-the-top on that topic." He turned to Nemuri. "I wasn't planned. My father and mother were part of a one-night stand at a mixer. He was twenty and she was sixteen. In fact, my mother wanted to abort me."

"Really?"

"Yes, ma'am. However, my mother was too caught up in her social life. She still drank and partied even in the pregnancy. The only reason I was born was that she passed the deadline for the abortion."

"Goodness."

"Goodness is so. My mother didn't give it a second glance after signing those papers to give me up. She wasted no time in sending me to an orphanage. Well, these days, a group home." The gentleman cracked his knuckles. He waved at a couple as they passed them with a stroller. He let out a smile to the family. "I grew up in that hellhole for a few years until I was eventually picked up. I was eleven at the time."

"How did it work?"

"Not so great, sweetheart. The people only wanted a paycheck. I had to cook, clean, and help their children while they sat, squabble, and taunted me at any moment's notice. Even their children took jabs at me. At school, I was called their butler...or servant." He sighed heavily. "Honestly, I was called their bitch."

Nemuri swallowed the lump in her throat. "I am so sorry."

"Thank you, dear. I am not. I thanked them because they helped me strive to become the best I can be," said the gentleman. "Have you ever heard of the story of the twins who grew up with an alcoholic father?"

"No, sir. How does it go?"

"Two brothers grew up with their alcoholic father. One became an alcoholic and the other became a success. When both were asked how did they choose their fate, both said they've learned from watching their father."

"Is that so?"

"I stayed with them long enough to get an education. When I've turned seventeen, I got myself legally emancipated from the household. I finished high school, gone to university, and earned a degree. Now, I work at a decent company and I take care of my family." He looked at his fingers. He wiped a tear from his ear. "Even my son wasn't planned." He scratched under his chin. "During university, I got my girlfriend pregnant. She wanted an abortion, but I've told her no. I had told her that she can give birth, then she can leave."

"How did she feel about that."

"My girlfriend loved me too much that she was willing to have the child for me. At some point, she wanted the child for us." He let out a smile. "Here it is seventeen years later and I am a happy husband and father. I wouldn't have it any other way. We struggled through college, but God kept us through. It was in his grace and mercy that we maintained and now it is many blessings to him."

"Yes, sir." She bowed to him. "Thank you for your testimony and story, Oji-san."

He extended his hand out to her. "My name is Hisashi Midoriya. A pleasure to meet you."

She nervously shook her hand with the man that was her boyfriend's father. "A pleasure," she said nervously. "So, what's your reason for being here in this garage?"

"My son is bringing someone special to meet me and my wife, his mother for brunch," he said excitedly. "I am happy that Izuku is growing to become a fine young man. That's my son's name by the way."

"Fetching," she replied nervously.

"In fact, I see my son walking over at the distance." Hisashi stood up, waving his hands at his son. "Hey, son. I am over here."

From a distance, Nemuri could see the stunned look on her boyfriend's face. She made an awkward wave at him as well.

Izuku made it to the area. He nervously embraced his father. "It's so good to see you, son. I've missed you."

"You too, Pops," said Izuku. "How is work in Nigeria?"

"Love it! Very eager to head back there soon," he said. He tilted his head. "Oh, I was here with this beautiful young lady here as I waiting for you. I also helped her out. She is having a baby." He bumped his son's shoulder. "Are you ready for that responsibility." He chuckled. "So, where is that special person you were telling me about."

Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat. He extended his hands to Nemuri. "You see, Pops, this is the special person I was telling you about." He produced an awkward smile. "Surprise, Granddad?"

Hisashi loosened the tie from his collar. "So, this pretty woman is your girlfriend," he asked while stammering.

"Yes, sir?"

"And she is expecting...from you?"

"Yes, sir."

He backed away. Sweat was evacuating from his forehead. "Man, it's getting hot." His father began staggering. "It's getting hot in here, so take off all your fur. I am getting so hot. I'm gonna take my fur off." Hisashi fell backward, fainting on the ground.

Izuku went to his father. He turned to Nemuri. "Get my mother on the line," said Izuku.

"Do we need to call the ambulance."

"Trust me...not yet. Keep it on standby after we meet my mother."

To be continued...