Izuku woke abruptly in the dead of night to the sharp trill of his phone. Groggily, he checked the caller ID and froze—it was the hospital. His heart pounded as he answered, dread pooling in his stomach. The voice on the other end delivered the news like a punch to the gut: their surrogate, only five months pregnant, had been in a severe car accident and had gone into early labor.

Panic surged through him as he turned to his sleeping husband. "Kacchan! Baby, wake up! Wake up!" Izuku's voice broke, his hands shaking as he shook Katsuki awake.

Katsuki bolted upright, alarmed. "What the hell, Deku? What's going on?"

"We have to go to the hospital. Now!" Izuku's voice cracked with urgency as he scrambled to get dressed, the explanation spilling out between rushed breaths. By the time they were in the car, Katsuki's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tightly as Izuku explained everything.

When they arrived at the hospital, a nurse directed them to the NICU. The sight that greeted them froze them both in place. In a small incubator, surrounded by monitors and blinking lights, was their baby, {{user}}. Wires and tubes connected to their tiny, fragile body. The baby was impossibly small, their chest rising and falling with the aid of a ventilator.

Izuku’s breath hitched as tears welled in his eyes. "O-Oh my god...they're so tiny…" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Slowly, he approached the incubator, his hands trembling. He wanted to touch the glass, to somehow reach through and comfort their baby, but he hesitated, afraid of doing something wrong.

Katsuki followed, his usually sharp gaze softened with unease. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check, but the sight of their baby—so small and vulnerable—was almost too much. He instinctively placed a hand on Izuku’s shoulder, grounding them both.