Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

79 - Ominous

"Another scoop please," Izuku said, keeping one hand pressed against his lower back and one gently rubbing his stomach, promising his babies that the wait would soon be over.

Tenya chuckled as he scooped more mashed potatoes onto Izuku's plate. Without being asked, he added corn, barbecue chicken and biscuits to his plate.

When he couldn't fit anymore on the plate, Tenya stepped up to his side and started filling another one for Izuku.

With a wink and a smile, Tenya said, "Ochaco always needed two plates at a time when she was pregnant."

"Thank you," Izuku mumbled with a watery smile that Katsuki unfortunately knew was all too real.

His incredibly beautiful, pregnant husband was overly sensitive these days and the littlest things seemed to set him off, Katsuki thought, unable to help but smile as he realized that Tinkerbelle was finally his for good.

There would be no more shouting matches with nurses or doctors about visiting hours because they weren't married, no more nights of falling asleep alone, willing to give up his very soul just to feel Izuku in his arms, or living in terror that the greenette would realize the full implications of being with a Bakugo and make a run for it.

Deku was his now and-

"Something feels wrong," Masaru announced as he stepped up next to him, which in itself wasn't at all alarming since Bakugos were a bunch of paranoid bastards when it came to buffets and places that they've been banned from.

No, what alarmed him was the fact that his father was standing next to him at a buffet without a plate of food in his hands when most Bakugos would be loading as much food as possible onto their plates before the manager figured out who they were.

Telling himself that his father was just being overprotective, he glanced back at his husband and cousins to find them talking and smiling as they moved onto the pasta station.

There was nothing strange about the way they were behaving, but he couldn't shake the feeling that his father was right.

Something felt...off.

"Did you do something to initiate the curse?" his father asked with a frown as he continued to watch the trio load various pasta entrees onto their plates.

"No," he said slowly as he thought about his naked husband straddling his lap, kissing him in a way that should be a sin as he ran his hands over his generous curves that he fully planned on acquainting himself with as soon as they were safely back home and didn't have to worry about this fucking curse getting them.

"Are you sure?" his father asked, his frown deepening as he glanced around the large restaurant.

No, he really wasn't, but since admitting that wouldn't exactly be helpful at the moment, Katsuki decided to keep his mouth shut and hope for the best.

Hoping to change the subject, he grabbed two plates off the end table and gestured towards the carving station.

Thankfully his father was a Bakugo and didn't exactly require much prompting to get him to shift his focus back onto the food surrounding them.

As his father pushed him along the line, filling their plates to the brim with food, Katsuki kept a close eye on his husband, looking for any signs of the curse.

When Izuku sat down a few minutes later, smiling at something that Hitoshi said, Katsuki felt himself relax.

There was no way that this trip could be mistaken for anything but an errand.

They'd come here to get married before they went home where Izuku's father was waiting with a Priest and a church full of people to see them get married in uncomfortable clothes and to toast them with overpriced champagne.

That simply wasn't the Bakugo way.

No matter how many times he'd explained how a traditional Bakugo wedding happened, Izuku's father, a really stubborn old guy who'd promised to kick his ass one second for knocking his precious son up and the next threatened to get a shotgun and blow his balls off if he didn't do right by Izuku, refused to listen to reason.

Hisashi wanted his son to have a proper wedding and was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen no matter what Katsuki or any of his relatives told him.

Bakugo weddings were tricky, which basically meant that if the marriage didn't occur through a desperate act such as your basic Bakugo kidnapping, then the marriage didn't have a chance in hell of making it past a year.

Over the past two hundred years, any Bakugo that had made the mistake of proposing and actually going through with a church wedding where everything was planned, invitations were sent out and a small fortune had been spent had regretted it.

The marriage either didn't happen, because the bride was caught fucking someone before the reception, the groom was too drunk to go through with it, or the rest of the Bakugos decided to knock some sense into the dumb bastard and stop him from making a huge mistake.

The few marriages that occurred through a traditional wedding hadn't lasted even a year, most ending before the first month was over.

Since Katsuki fully planned on keeping Izuku, he'd refused to allow his father-in-law to fuck this up for him.

There was a tradition to uphold and he'd made damn sure that he'd done everything by the book to make damn sure that this marriage wasn't going to end in divorce, or worse, in the ICU.

Bakugos might only be capable of marrying when they were out of their fucking minds, desperate to make whatever man or woman was foolish enough to fall in love with them their wives or husbands, but they didn't take any risks and taking a honeymoon before the year mark was definitely a fucking risk.

It was a risk that Katsuki hadn't been willing to take.

So, when he'd schemed and planned this elopement, he'd made damn sure that there was absolutely no way in hell that this trip could be mistaken for a honeymoon.

Not only had he brought his father and cousins to ensure that they were never alone, but he'd also managed to keep his hands to himself.

For the most part, but since he'd stopped himself before he'd seriously considered consummating their marriage, they should be safe, he reasoned as he pulled his wheelchair up to the large table where his husband and cousins sat, focusing completely on their plates and ignoring each other, which definitely worked for him since it gave him a little more time to figure out how to explain why they were here to-

"So," Izuku said, pausing to take a sip of chocolate milk before he placed his glass on the table and locked his amazing green eyes on him, "are you ready to tell me exactly why we're here and why we're suddenly sporting matching wedding bands?"

And just like that, Katsuki knew that his carefully orchestrated plans had just gone to hell and they'd be fucking lucky if they didn't follow.