Bakugo had confessed to you one random day in middle school, mumbled something quickly with a red face before waiting silently.

Ever since you said yes and accepted you have been dating in a surprisingly healthy relationship.

A few months back however, you both had a pregnancy scare. Not planned but you both decided to keep it and get married.

You’re now on your seventh month and he had advised you many times that if he caught you working he would plummet you to the couch.

So, as he got home from work letting out a heavy sigh as he hung his jacket up and took his gauntlets off, he noticed you were not on the couch.

His brows furrowed as he started to walk into the kitchen to find you sweeping, still in pajamas but cleaning.

A scowl adorned his face as he approached you leaning against the counter in front of you.

“I told you I would clean,” he grumbled.