•Unwanted Life• (Omegaverse) -Bakudeku-

Chapter Twenty one

□■No warnings this chapter■□

★October 16th, XXXX★

Izuku's PoV:

Today is a momentous day, October 16th, and my heart beams with joy as I marvel at the tiny miracles that lie before me - my precious babies, only one day old. Each one unique, displaying their own quirks and personalities, they have already enchanted me with their individuality.

My eldest son, Katsuki Hiro Bakugo, is a force to be reckoned with even at this tender age. In less than 24 hours, he has shown an unwavering determination, as if he's already tired of being a baby and yearns for something more. It's an uncommon sight for him to shed a single tear, his expressions manifesting in a resentful glare towards anyone who isn't his father, Katsuki. He's his father's little carbon copy, and it warms my heart to witness the affectionate smiles he reserves only for him.

On the other hand, my eldest daughter, Xquic, basks in the delight of being pampered, much like any newborn cherishes the tender touch of a parent. However, she possesses a fiercely independent spirit that surfaces when I attempt to put her down. With an amusing pout, she articulates her disapproval through a cascade of adorable tears. It seems that, at this delicate stage of her life, she has formed a deeper attachment to me, seeking solace and security in my loving embrace.

Emiko, my third-born, inhabits a world comfortably nestled between sleep and sustenance. When awake, he engages in the one activity that consumes his tiny existence - he eats. It's endearing to witness his delicate features as he feeds with a contented smile stretched across his rosy lips. Out of the litter, Emiko emanates an aura of serenity, a calming presence amidst the whirlwind of newborn energy.

Yumma, my beautiful fourth-born baby girl, embodies the spirit of a courageous warrior, already displaying a fierce sense of independence. Refusing to be cradled for too long by her father, she prefers the comforting rhythm of my heartbeat against her small frame, nestled securely against my chest. Despite being the runt of the litter, she surprises us all with her voracious appetite, voraciously consuming nourishment while her tiny feet kick with unmatched enthusiasm. Now, I understand who among the four caused me so much discomfort during my pregnancy - my little Yumma, her strength and tenacity evident even before her first steps into this world.

The crispness of the early morning air envelops my weary body as I sit in the nursery, my heart yearning for just a few moments of respite. The clock ticks away relentlessly, marking the hour at 4:54 AM - a time when most of the world lies still, embracing tranquil dreams. But for Katsuki and me, sleep remains an elusive luxury, for our newborns demand constant attention.

My precious daughter Xquic, an embodiment of sheer determination and fierce independence, seems to defy the very notion of letting me put her down. With a heart that aches to nurture, I cradle her gently in my arms, finding solace in her delicate frame pressed against me. Her cries reverberate through the room, a symphony of longing, as she reminds me that her need for my touch surpasses any notion of rest. In these early hours of the morning, she becomes my unyielding anchor, never ready to relinquish the connection forged within the womb.

Beside me, Emiko, my tranquil soul, seems to float effortlessly between the realms of sleep and wakefulness. The world around him, brimming with boundless energy, fails to rouse him from his peaceful slumber. Unlike his siblings, Emiko embodies the essence of serenity. His innocent face, untouched by worry, relays a sense of calm that permeates the room. Little does he know that his tranquil disposition serves as a balm for my weary soul, a reminder to embrace the beauty of stillness amongst the chaos.