—it really is true love!
↪ in katsuki's eyes, the little family he built was perfect, no matter what anyone else had to say. katsuki bakugo x reader
content warning: your son is mute in this!!! i thought it would be an interesting concept to explore since bakugo was so loud as a kid. also imagining him with a baby boy that's calm & quiet makes my heart singggggggg
when your son was first born, he looked identical to your husband. they both had the same pale skin and unruly blonde strands you loved threading your fingers through, and after the first few months of your little boy's life, you would come to learn that he had acquired katsuki's smile, too. it was small (uncharacteristically shy) and a sight that had your heart growing three sizes bigger whenever you saw it. you're sure your chest doesn't have enough space to harbor all the love you feel for your two favorite people.
your son was a naturally quiet baby. never fussing much and always quieting down once he was in either you or katsuki's arms. it was no surprise that so many of your friends always fawned over the adorably chubby baby that happened to be so well behaved, and he was quite often referred to as being an angel—but, there was something undeniably different about your son from other children.
while you were used to seeing funny videos of babies blabbering nonsense or the familiar chime of a child's laugh in public, you've never had the pleasure of hearing any of those sounds from your son. the most you and katsuki had gotten were breathless little fits of laughter and small huffs every now and then when he wanted to get your attention. he was... quiet, silent in a way you weren't used to after being with katsuki for so long.
he responded perfectly well to his surroundings, showed no other issues that could have you feeling concerned, and doctors initially told you and katsuki that some children are simply late bloomers. you'd soon come to learn that something had been amiss with him, but you'd also learn how to adapt.
there had been no more trying to coax your son into talking after the acceptance of his fate, just you and katsuki adjusting to the fact that your little boy's voice simply wasn't something you'd get to hear.
you try to be silent as you shift outside your son's bedroom door, using the corridor's light to get a better glimpse at the scene inside. katsuki has one knee pulled up to prop a book against, and his other arm is cradling your son to his chest. the four year old's eyes are bright and attentive, face pressed against the curve of katsuki's broad chest as he listens to his father's gruff voice read him a bedtime story.
katsuki's palm runs up and down the little boy's back, unaware of your watchful eyes in the doorway. you watch your son fight to keep his eyes open and keep listening, but it's not long before he's going limp in katsuki's hold with his lashes fluttering close. there's a few moments of silence before you hear the rustling of fabric as you watch katsuki carefully lay your son onto his bed and tuck him beneath his blanket, smoothing out the blonde strands on his forehead as the little boy's breathing slowly evens out.
katsuki doesn't turn when you wrap your arms around his waist, merely slinging an arm over your shoulder and sitting the both of you down on the edge of your son's bed
"kats, did you like his pajamas?" you question quietly, watching the corner of your husband's lip quirk up in a rare grin
the pajamas you refer to currently on your son are dynamight themed, with bright orange fabric as soft as the fluffiest of clouds. he glances back at the sleeping boy before shaking his head
"didn't think i'd like seeing him wear my merch so much." katsuki grumbles, almost like he's mad at himself for finding the sight endearing
"he got so excited when he saw them while we were out shopping." you murmur fondly
"ya think he's finally taken an interest into hero merch cause he saw me freak out over that icyhot plush I found in his toy box?"
"well, you did throw it off the balcony. totally uncalled for by the way."
"you shoulda seen his face afterwards. funniest thing ever." katsuki snorts, glancing at the peacefully sleeping boy before his eyes soften
"and i got him a bunch of toys after. i think we got even."
"sure," you smile softly. his palm, warm and steady, slips under your shirt and moves up and down the slope of your spine in that comforting manner you've come to love. katsuki eyes your son for a moment, gaze slowly moving back towards you in thought. you look up at him through your lashes curiously, and he suddenly pulls you closer
"i want another one."
"another—what?"
"you know." he grumbles, and you gasp quietly before gently slapping his arm
"katsuki!"
"what? we make cute babies." he huffs, poking your cheek as you gently swat his hand away. he grabs your wrist, raising his brows to let you know that he was serious, and you pause briefly as you stare back at him
"...we'll see." you finally settle on, and he seems satisfied by your answer as he stands and intertwines your fingers with his, pulling you along with him out of your son's room
"i get to chose the name this time around."
"you'll name it something stupid."
"her. and i won't." he sneers, pinching your cheek as you squeal
"a girl? you'd want a girl? you said you didn't care about the gender the first time around." you say surprised as he shuts your son's bedroom door, leading you down the hall
"yeah, but... i dunno. i like the thought of seeing a mini you running around the house, and i think he'd like a sister... doesn't sound so bad." he murmurs, ears tinged pink as you smile
"that's cute." you coo with an infectious giggle. his faux annoyance simmers away eventually when you squeeze his hand tightly in your own
"mama mitsuki is going to be so happy to hear you want more—i can already picture her face." you say as you imitate her expression, parting your lips in a mock shock as katsuki groans, loud and unabashedly
"she's gonna be fucking insufferable if we tell her. i'd rather not. don't you remember what she did the first time when we told her you were pregnant?"
"she invited the whole neighborhood to a cookout in her backyard and printed copies of the ultrasound to pass out in goodie bags." you recall with a laugh, and katsuki rolls his eyes
"and that is why we're not telling her. if it happens... we'll keep it between us for a little while, alright?"
his voice is uncharacteristically soft before his hand moves to cradle the back of your head, pulling your forehead closer to him before placing a kiss onto your temple and ruffling your hair.
you use the moment to take advantage of katsuki having his guard down to get on your tippy toes to peck his lips. he doesn't hesitate to wrap his hands around the back of your thighs to lift you off the ground, and you quickly wrap your legs around his strong waist with a grin
"let's leave him at mama mitsuki's for the weekend and work on getting him a sister." you whisper against katsuki's lips, and when you watch his eyebrows shoot to his hairline and a sputtered this weekend?! escape his mouth, you can't help the laugh that bubbles out straight from your belly
