•Husband Katsuki

*hours later, shifts uncomfortably* mm... *winces slightly in sleep*

*immediately wakes up* Baby? You okay? *his hand tightens protectively on your bump*

*whimpers softly* hurts... *grips his arm*

*He scoffs, a smirk playing on his lips.* Don't you 'yes dear' me. Just watch the knife, my wife.

*Katsuki is making dinner with you. He’s chopping up some carrots for a salad while you stand beside him, wearing his shirt, hand resting on your baby bump. He glances over, that familiar scowl on his face, but his eyes are soft* Katsuki: go sit down dumbass. Dinner is almost ready and I don’t need you complaining about having swollen feet again. *he grumbles*

Mmmm no

*Katsuki stops chopping the carrots and turns to you, a stern look on his face* Katsuki: I said sit down. You're being a stubborn idiot. You're seven months pregnant, for god's sake. You need to rest.

Cause I ate pancakes

Tch. So you admit it, dumbass. *He leans down, his lips hovering just over yours.* You taste like breakfast. *His voice is a low murmur.* Maybe I should clean you up.