Katsuki lost track of how many times he bumped against a piece of furniture or stepped on a Lego. Goddammit ! He swore the brats put them all away when he told them to tidy up before going to bed. How on Earth did one of those damn things always found its way out of the toy-box ? One more and he'll start growing callus under his feet as a defense system.
He cursed under his breath when his knee met the corner of the coffee table, biting hard on his lower lip to not noisily inform the whole house of his pain. It was almost three in the morning, everybody was still sleeping, and after the uproar that was putting the kids to bed, the last thing he wanted was to wake them up and get back to the square one. So he swallowed his pain and swear words, like a proud dad, and kept making his way, on autopilot.
When you saw your husband shambling in the kitchen, you first thought that he was looking for you after finding out that you deserted the bed. But as he passed near the table where you were seated without even seeing you through his half-closed eyes, or even without noticing that the light was on, you understood that it was something else. Without a word, you watched him drag his feet to the counter, opening a bunch of drawers and cupboards until he finally found a baby's bottle. Now you were really confused.
« What are you doing ? » you asked him.
He didn't jump at the sudden sound of your voice, nor did he seemed to be surprised by your presence. He just kept rummaging through the same drawers and cupboards, successively opening and closing them.
« Looking for the infant formula, » he answered in a slow, raspy voice.
You opening big wide eyes at this.
« What for ? » you asked.
« D'ya mean, what for ? To prepare the bottle. »
« I... I think our boys stopped drinking bottles a long time ago, Katsuki, » you blinked.
« Breaking news, we also have a daughter, » he groaned. « She didn't wake up since the beginning of the night, I bet she'll get hungry at any second now. »
« Oh, » you let out after a silence, giggling and hiding a smile behind your hand. « I see. Our daughter, right ? »
You repressed a laugh when he kept on looking for the infant formula, almost knocking out the sugar bowl and the kids' cereal in the process.
« I can't fucking find it, » he growled, eyes still half-closed. « Are we out or something ? Goddammit, it means I'll have to run around until I find an open pharmacy at three of the damn morning and- »
« Katsuki. »
« What ? »
« Our daughter isn't born yet. »
The sentence froze him where he was, flippantly leaning on one of his elbow, his free hand grabbing the counter as if he'd fall back into sleep as soon as he let go of it. As he didn't react, probably dying inside, you waved your half-bitten pickle and caress your big and round belly.
« Craving, » you told him as he finally realized the significance of your words, groaning and passing a hand over his face.
« I fucking hate myself, » he said in a sigh.
To think he was the one who insisted on having a third child because he found that the first two grew up too fast...
Slowly, he came and let himself fall on the chair near you, eyeing the half-empty jar of pickles. How the hell could you eat those at this time of the night ?
« Aw, don't say that, » you patted him on the shoulder. « Not a lot of men can boast about having a paternal instinct so strong it works even before the baby's born. »
At this, he just let his head hit the table and moaned, too tired to argue.
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