Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

Epilogue 2 - Together

"Which bedroom am I taking?" Ojiro asked as he ripped open another box.

His brothers had made it a point to always stay with them to help with everything and caring for him and Izuku. They do rotations every two months. Hanta was first and now, it's Ojiro who will stay with them.

He might not say it, but he really appreciate them and all their help.

"You can have the master if you want," Katsuki said, pressing a hand to his back as he walked stiffly towards the kitchen counter where Izuku kept all his medicine.

He ignored the major painkillers and grabbed the bottle of Advil liquid gels and swallowed four, dry.

"Are you sure?" Ojiro asked, glancing down at the bottle of Advil, but he didn't say anything.

"Yeah, we're not going to need it for a while," he said, walking over to the refrigerator and grabbed one of the ice packs that his small husband kept on hand for him and pressed it against his lower back.

"I don't want Deku climbing the stairs."

"Good idea," Ojiro agreed with a nod as he grabbed another box to unpack. "Why don't you go lie down for a while?"

Katsuki hated how much he needed to do just that, but he knew that if he seriously fucked up his back that it would only make things worse.

"Call me if you need anything," he said, heading for the kitchen door, pausing along the way to pull his brother into a one armed hug.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it," Ojiro said, returning the hug. "Go get some rest. I've got this."

Nodding, he released his brother and continued the long journey back to his and Izuku's bedroom.

When he walked past his wheelchair where he'd left it against the wall, he forced himself to keep going.

Biting back a groan, he pulled his shirt off and pushed his pants and boxers down. He slowly crawled back into bed and curled up behind his husband.

Katsuki wrapped his arm around Izuku, kissed his shoulder and slowly exhaled, forcing his mind away from the pain.

*****

Two months after that...

"You don't have to wake up," Izuku informed Katsuki as he shifted, careful not to fall over, thanks to his very large belly, and slowly impaled himself on Katsuki's cock.

Katsuki chuckled sleepily, reaching for him as he slowly opened his warm red eyes. The man gently cupped Izuku's hips to help guide him. "Couldn't wait?"

Licking his lips, Izuku shook his head as he reached down and grabbed onto Katsuki's arms to steady himself.

"You were taking too long," he moaned, using his hold on his husband to raise himself only to slide back down.

Katsuki felt so good...

Over the past two months, Izuku had been able to get more rest, his stress was practically gone, Katsuki was doing so much better and he'd finally been able to enjoy being pregnant.

He ate whatever he wanted, slept whenever he wanted and did this whenever he wanted, which was, admittedly, a lot.

He'd quit his job at the library, which had actually helped quite a bit with his stress.

Okay, so he hadn't so much as quit the library as Katsuki had been called in to come get him, because he wouldn't stop crying.

His hormones were just all over the place.

And he'd hated it... just hated it...

When Katsuki had come to get him a month ago, Katsuki sighed heavily, coddled him up and quit for him.

The man's decision was unarguable that he just allowed Katsuki to bring him home, tuck him into bed and curled up with him and spent the next two days sleeping.

When he woke up at three in the morning two days later, he somehow found himself at his desk, writing that historical romance novel that he'd been toying with in his mind for years, but never really seriously considered.

Now...

Now he couldn't imagine doing anything else and thanks to Katsuki, he didn't have to.

His husband had been amazingly supportive about this. He'd even bought him a MacBook so that he could work wherever he wanted.

Katsuki had turned the large old den- that he'd been planning on turning into a game room- into an office with a large comfortable sitting area and play area for the babies, so that he could continue to work after their children were born.

He was such a sweet man, a wonderful husband and Izuku knew without a doubt that Katsuki was going to be an incredible father.

"More research for your book?" Katsuki asked, sitting up, so that he could wrap his big arms around him and hold him as Izuku slowly rocked himself on his husband.

"Mmhm," he murmured against his lips. "You're a very helpful man."

"I do my best," Katsuki said as he reached up between them and-

"That's it!" Denki announced, throwing their bedroom door wide open. "We're moving!"

"Get the fuck out!" Katsuki shouted, grabbing the comforter and yanked it up to cover Izuku, because in his current state, he was in no condition to jump off of Katsuki's lap and hide and his husband really, really, wanted to hide at this moment.

Izuku opened his mouth to beg Katsuki to roll him off the bed when the smell hit him, which caused him to promptly shut his mouth.

He grabbed hold of the comforter and yanked it completely over his head as he buried his face against Katsuki's chest and hoped like hell that it was enough to block that odd, rancid odor.

"Why are you covered in garbage?" Katsuki demanded as Izuku struggled not to gag.

"That... child!" his normally loveable and considerate brother-in-law snarled, making him smile.

"Problem with the new neighbor?" Katsuki asked, sounding amused as he bit his lip, trying not to laugh. "Do you want me to go have a word with her mommy for you?" he asked in a mocking tone that had him chuckling.

"I hate you, you heartless bastard!" Denki shouted dramatically as he slammed the door behind him.

Izuku sighed happily as he pushed the comforter off his head. "I love our new neighbors."