OOO I EAGERLY ANTICIPATE THIS PIECE OF WRITING ❤️ i did not expect my thought-vomit to prompt anything but i am happy 😊😊 -musicalanon
Hi Musicalanon!! I’m sorry this took so long and that it’s not a whole lot but I hope you enjoy it!!! ^^
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Dabi’s gained an obsession with your stomach. Ever since the baby bump has started to become more defined, he’s zoned in on the area. Drawing lazy, endless patterns with his fingertips, a gentle palm pressing into the round shape as you sleep in his arms.
There are times you catch him cooing soft and comforting phrases to it when he thinks you’re asleep, pressing gentle kisses to the skin. He detests any clothing that keeps your stomach away from him- and often you’ll just end up rolling the hem of your shirt up to appease him.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re excited.” you laugh as you lean against him on the couch.
He pulled you into his chest a while ago, lining your legs with his own, encircling your body with his own. His hands immediately went to your stomach and the prominent bulge. Palming and cupping the skin tenderly, his blue eyes trapped on the area as his chin tucks into your shoulder.
“Hmm.” he hums quietly, not quite giving you an answer but not leaving you in silence.
“That’s it? ‘Hmm’?” you tease and try to catch his gaze with the turn of your head. He shrugs uselessly, his fingers a whisper around your belly button, tracing the visible veins lazily.
You press a gentle kiss to his temple, leaning into his touch. Being pregnant hadn’t been the easiest thing thus far but Dabi had posted himself at your side from the start of it.
You wouldn’t be surprised if he had some kind of undiscovered pregnancy kink but so far he’s been the perfect doting baby daddy. While he still has his more...Risqué moments, he’s been attentive to your every need. Wanting for nothing, not even getting to lift a finger before he’s on his feet.
You feel the gentle kick of the child in your stomach and chuckle as he goes rigid- it’s the first touch the baby has made this far. And of course Dabi’s hands were on your stomach for it to happen.
“Do you think it’ll be a boy or girl?” you muse softly, running your hands up and down his arms lightly.
You feel Dabi shrug again before he plants a lazy kiss to your throat.
“Don’t care.” he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble in his chest.
“You’re not hoping for either?” you quirk a brow.
“Nope.” Dabi pops his lips at the ‘p’ sound, lazily laying his cheek on your shoulder. His hair mixes with yours, tickling your skin slightly as he bends his legs, tucking them beneath him and tugging you into the center of his lap.
“What do you hope for, then?”
“For them to be strong. And safe.” he murmurs quietly, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
Strong…? Since when did he care about strength?
“What do you mean ‘strong’?” you ask, running your fingertips across his forearm lazily.
“What do you mean ‘what do I mean’? I want them to live.” he huffs.
Ah. Now you get it.
Strength because he considers himself weak.
“You’re strong, so I’m sure they’ll be.” you smile softly, feeling the unease tense in his muscles as he sighs heavily.
“You’re talking too much.” he grumbles, rubbing small circles into your stomach.
But you can hear the embarrassment in his voice. The rising shyness that’s so rare to take over his features- only you get to see him like this. And you know his longing for praise.
“Strong and smart. You’re so caring, too. I hope they’re exactly like you….Perfect.”
“I am not perfect.”
“Not in the societal sense but you are to me.” You shrug. “That’s all that matters.”
He’s quiet but you know he’s appreciative by the way his arms encase you, caging you to his chest. He’s not always the best with words. Especially when it comes to reviving praise and showing his thankfulness.
So the gentle squeeze he gives you is more than enough. You twist to look at his beautiful face, leaning against the back of the couch to get a better angle. He meets your gaze with a slight quirk in his brow but doesn’t comment as you start to run your hands through his hair.
His eyes close with a small sigh, the feel of his locks through your fingers making you smile happily. He bends to your touch, a lazy kiss ghosting against the corner of your lips.
Even if he’s quiet- you still know he loves you. He wouldn’t be here otherwise. He wouldn’t hold you like you’re seconds from breaking, wouldn’t kiss you like his life depended on it. Like he needs it.
But he does. And you’re beyond head over heels for him, happy to have this precious little family together with him.