Pregnant Panic- Poly!Erasermic x Reader

Pregnant Panic

Hello! this was a requested fic from quite some time ago. I'll be catching up at some point, i'm in my final year of university so update will be more spaced out for the next few months.

Content Warning: Discussions of paternity, some medically accurate potentially a little gross conversations and mentions and depictions of anxiety and panic. 

This story includes and Polyamorous relationship

Polyamory: the practice of engaging in multiple sexual relationships with the consent of all the people involved.

It was killing them. You'd think with how tired and unwell Shouta looked and how uncomfortable Hizashi seemed that they were the pregnant ones. Shouta was the most stressed you'd ever seen him, not because he didn't want a child but because he was scared he'd be a bad father. You'd stayed up many late nights with him, looking out at the dark city skyline through the living room window, him drumming up ways he'd fail as a father and you countering them with rationale and reassurance. He wanted to be there, he wanted to be present. You all knew he was around the least; he was a teacher during the day and a full-time hero at night. Hizashi was usually home at night, at least.

Hizashi wanted two things. The first, to be as good of a dad as he knew Shouta was going to be. The second, to know which one of them had knocked you up. Hizashi, unlike Shouta had full confidence in Shouta's ability as a father. Hizashi also had confidence in his own ability to be a father. Yet, and you assumed it was natural, the two of them compared themselves to each other constantly. They both felt like they had to fill a role that was usually filled by only one parent, a father. In regard to his second wish: It was driving him insane. Hizashi didn't want to know for the reason of ascertaining who the "real" dad was, it was more of a who's quirk we might have to deal with.

While it's not a given that a child's quirk is going to be the same as your parents, it's still a possibility. A possibility some families count on so greatly that they arrange marriages based on quirk compatibility to keep their bloodline strong and on the top tiers of society. Your little mismatched family never worried about that sort of thing, whether this child was a telekinetic like you, made your ears bleed when they threw a tantrum like Hizashi or could shut his dad up like Shouta, or even if they were quirkless you'd all love them with every fiber of your beings.

This was going to be one lucky kid.

Hizashi was squirming around in his chair, his legs going from being slung over the arm rest to being tucked underneath him. Shouta was as still as a statue save the tip of his boot where his toes were wiggling with nervous energy. Hizashi shifted his position for the umpteenth time, his legs swinging around towards Shouta, their knees bumping. Shouta shot out his hand and gripped Hizashi's knee, holding him in place.

"Stop squirming." He grumbled.

Hizashi stilled and slumped back, splaying his limbs out dramatically. "Babe, come here."

Hizashi looked slide long at you through his lashes and a grinned, waving you over.

"Sure, yeah. Hold on, lemme just-" you placed a hand under your swollen stomach as if that would help carry any of the weight and hopped off the examination table. You landed in a wide stance, almost losing your balance from the nearly one-foot drop. It was pitiful, since you'd started to really show it was almost like all of your hero training went straight out the door. Mind you, your hips were wider than they'd ever been, and you were twenty-seven pounds heavier than you'd ever been. You also constantly had a little critter kicking you in your bladder, which was very new.