Mixed Feelings (Bakudeku + A\B\O & MPreg)

● Sixteen ●

"I'm home." Katsuki muttered, kicking off his shoes. He glanced up to an empty apartment, hearing chattering from his bedroom. He sighed as he removed his gauntlets and gloves, shifting through his home to stand in the bedroom's doorway. Crimson eyes landed on a green-haired hero, giggling as he stared at Todoroki's face through his phone. "I'm home." He repeated, softly, gaining the omega's attention. 

"Oh, hi. Todoroki, I'm gonna get going now. Kacchan's home from work." He smiled at his screen as the dual-haired man nodded, waving goodbye as he was too busy sucking up his soba. Bakugou remained silent as he watched his partner get off the call. "How was work, Kacchan?" The greenette asked, pushing himself off the bed. A smile formed on sharp features as he watched the smaller man approach him, his bump showing through the oversized shirt. 

"Good. I got some files done for my paternity leave. Only 8 weeks more to go, and I'll be home." He hummed, wrapping an arm around the omega's waist. The two had been working on physical affection, for the past few weeks, since Katsuki had found a site online that stated pregnant omegas often craved physical affection from an alpha they loved. 

"I can't wait until they're born." Izuku cooed, inhaling the taller man's cologne. Omegas usually loved a certain scent when it comes to their mate; either the smell of sweat, natural scent, their bodywash or cologne. For Izuku, he loved Katsuki's cologne and body wash. 

"It better be a little boy." Katsuki huffed, releasing his grip on his mate to remove his shirt. Midoriya was now 20 weeks in. Officially halfway through his pregnancy. According to the doctor appointments, their child was developing perfectly and seemed healthy, so far. Their baby's hair and eyebrows were starting to appear, and it was estimated for the baby to weight around one pound. Inouye was already aware of their pup's gender, but knew the couple only wanted to know at the beginning of the third trimester. "What did you do today?" 

"Not much, our parents called this morning for a pregnancy update and all. So I talked with them a lot. Then I called Todoroki because I was bored." Midoriya hummed, taking a seat on the bed again to watch the blond undress. 

A silence roamed before the alpha managed to kick off his hero suit, hanging it up before crawling into bed. Since he hadn't done much hero work today, he didn't find it necessary to wash the suit - It wasn't very dirty. 

Izuku smiled as the blond put on some comfortable clothes, glancing at his wrist watch in the process. "What do you want for dinner?" The tall man asked, looking over to emeralds. 

"Katsudon? Please?" Midoriya muttered timidly, tilting his head to the side. 

"We had that two days ago, damn it. You never get tired of it, do you?" The alpha huffed, stepping closer to the seated man. He ran a hand through the side of Izuku's hair, tugging gently on a curl. "Remind me to give you a haircut after dinner, your hair is getting long." He hummed, before exiting the room. Izuku giggled as he hurriedly followed, happily taking a seat at his spot at the dinner table. 

One thing he enjoyed was watching his lover cook for him. He found it almost mesmerizing to watch Bakugou throw random ingredients and spices into a pot, filling their home with a delicious aroma.  

"You won't cut my hair too short, right? It's winter, after all. I don't want my head to get cold." Izuku muttered, shifting comfortably in his chair. 

"I'll cut it however short I want. It's too long now. If you're cold, wear a hat." The blond spat, unwrapping pork cutlets from their packs. Izuku smiled at the words, nodding. 

"What about you? Your hair is getting long too. You'll have a mullet pretty soon." The omega chuckled, pointing at the other's hair. 

"So? At least I can pull off a mullet. You can't." Bakugou snickered, a cocky smirk on his face. "I was planning on cutting it next week, during my day off." He then hummed. 

"Can I cut it? We can do each other's haircuts tonight, together." Midoriya suggested, a wide smile on his lips. He held back a giggle as crimsons slowly made their way to greens. 

"Are you nuts? I don't trust you with scissors around my hair. Not after what happened last time. I had a fucking bald spot for weeks. Weeks." He huffed, returning his attention to the meat in front of him. Midoriya laughed, cheeks turning pink as he recalled the incident from a year ago. Not long after they had first moved in, Bakugou had given Izuku a haircut and the omega had insisted on doing the same for him. Only, he wasn't as agile as he thought with scissors, and cut a chunk of the blond's hair too short. 

"Okay, yeah. I was joking." He cackled, calming down. A silence roamed as Izuku suddenly felt a strange feeling in his abdomen. He stood up, pushing his chair back into place as he stretched. "I had to pee." He claimed, his face twisting. Red eyes glanced over to freckled features, soon twisting in confusion. 

"What's wrong? Everything okay?" The blond asked, turning his body to face the freckled man. Izuku nodded, biting his lip as the feeling turned into a small pain across his lower-abdomen. 

"Mhm, yeah. Just cramps. Kasumi said it was normal for me to start feeling little cramps, here and there. It's... Uh, what did he call them..? Pre-labor cramps?" The greenette muttered, unsure. 

"Braxton Hicks." Katsuki cut in. "Yeah, you're right. Some people call them pre-labor cramps. They usually happen around the end of the second trimester, but aren't frequent and don't hurt too much. You'll feel them more throughout your third trimester. They'll be more painful, too." Bakugou explained. "It's sort of like... Training your body for birth." He finished. 

Izuku smiled at how his alpha had been working hard to know a lot about pregnancies, and how involved he was. "Right." The greenette hummed, shifting to the bathroom. He closed the door, pulling down his joggings before also removing his underwear. He sighed as he shifted, glancing down before coming to a complete stop. 

His body froze as emerald eyes shifted away from his underwear, kicking them off and bending over to pick them up. His throat closed and eyes watered as he stared at an obvious blood stain, hands shaking. 

His thoughts clouded as he tried to figure out if he had done something in the past few days that might had caused bleeding or pain to the fetus inside of him, coming up blank. His bottom lip quivered as he took a seat on the toilet, dropping his undergarment to the floor as he sighed. 

"Kacchan." He called out, his voice small. Realizing he hadn't been loud enough, he called the blond's name once more. "Kacchan?" He spoke, trying his best to hide the worry and panic in his voice. His body tensed as he heard footsteps approach the door, suddenly coming to a stop.

"What do you want?" 

"Can you come in here, please?" He spoke, his voice cracking as tears clouded his vision. 

"Seriously, Izuku? I'm supposed to be cooking, right now? The stove is on. Do you know how dangerous it is for me to leave it like that?" The blond grumbled, opening the door and peeking inside. "What?" He asked again, clearly waiting for a response. His features softened and brows furrowed as he noticed Midoriya's pale complexion and teary eyes, sighing as he pushed himself into the bathroom. "What's wrong? Why're you crying?" He asked, gently ruffling green curls as he didn't know what else to do.

Crimson eyes trailed down to a freckled hand, pointing down to the pair of underwear next to his feet. His glare met emeralds before trailing back down to the gray boxers, picking them up. "What is it?" He asked, cringing as he handled the bundle in his hands. He remained quiet as Midoriya gently held the undergarment up, revealing what looked like a dark spot. 

"I bled."