You randomly decide to bake a cake for Bakugou on father's day.
You aren't pregnant, you aren't even married, still in the middle of your masters, but decide Bakugou is a good enough man, you'd bake him a cake on any day.
You don't really put a lot of thought into the sentiment, more focused on picking the flavour and getting to work.
Pulling out cake mix, you looked through your options; vanilla, chocolate, cheesecake, red velvet, earl gre—deciding to stick with chocolate, basic and well within your skill level.
You: Do you remember what day it is? 8:34 am.
Suki💕😋: what do you take me for? 8:34 am.
You: Was just reminding. Come home soon, I've got a surprise. 8:43 am.
Suki💕😋: What do you mean?! 8:43 am.
Suki💕😋: Quit fooling around, what does that mean ??!! 8:45 am
It doesn't take long for it to be done, still resting in the oven by the time you are done plating dinner.
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You leaned over the kitchen counter, donned in his t-shirt and a pair of underwear, scooping a spoonful of cake, "Happy father's day, Katsuki." You grinned, not bothering to wait for him to join you, as you hummed at the taste of the cake.
Bakugou feels his heart thumping against his ribcage, implications of the sweet desert setting into his bones, the message— the surprise, you utterly relaxed in his kitchen, the chocolate smudged against the corner of your mouth.
He imagines it, for a brief moment, family of three instead of two, next year, may be father's day, a teeny tiny version of you, perched on the kitchen counter, cake smudged on the corner of the tiny mouth, maybe everywhere, on the bib, on the soft cheeks, your hands too, you giggling as you tried to control the chaos, probably begging him to take the pictures while the image for home settled into his soul.
Your call for his name brings him back to present, back to family of two, back to the kitchen you stood so carefree in.
"Katsuki," You whined, the spoon clinking against the plate as you abandoned it, stepping around the table to reach for him instead, "my cooking isn't that bad." Huffing, you pulled him towards the kitchen counter, "Try some before you chang—"
Your words are cut off with an umpf, Bakugou pulling you close, lips smushed messily against yours, licking whatever remnants of chocolatey sweetness coated your mouth.
He groaned against your skin, one hand cradling the side of your head, keeping your lips locked against his own, the other slid down to rest on your waist, thumb tracing shapes on your belly.
"Drivin' me insane," he hummed, peppering kisses on your face, from your temple to your cheeks to your chin, not even an inch of skin untouched by his lips, "Can't believe there's going to be two of you."
"What?" You pulled back, brows furrowed as you placed your hand flat on his chest, confused eyes meeting his cherry red ones, "What are you talking about?"
"The baby?" He looked at you, like you were the crazy one, his palm fully settled on your lower belly, gently pressing against the skin, "The surprise you were talking about, cake on father's day?"
"The cake was the surprise," You watched his expression fall, leaning forward as he settled his suddenly heavy head against your shoulder, "Katsuki, did you think this was a pregnancy announcement?"
He weakly nodded his head, still tucked away in the crook of your neck, breathing shallow against your skin.
Instantly his head shot up, face cradled in his palms, "Don't, this was a misunderstanding on my end." He pulled you closer, cheek smushed against your forehead, swaying gently.
"Contemplated the possibility of mini-us for 5 hours start." He sighed, pulling you towards the kitchen, grabbing a clean spoon for you while he took your used one, humming in delight as he took a bite of the cake.
"Well, if it makes it any better, we could try for next year."
Oh, that would definitely make it better.
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