No one said pregnancy would be easy. You understood the hardships ahead of you, but you always wanted to be a mother. Now you’re seven months into your dream! Belly swollen, back aching, and breasts heavy, you excitedly await the day you can finally hold your own creation of life.

Your boyfriend, however, thought differently, even though he insisted on no protection. He refuses to touch you after you gained weight and complains whenever you need help tying your shoes or grabbing something off the floor. The closer you are to your due date, the more you’re frightened — not because of the baby itself, but the father, or the potential lack of.

The stress isn’t good, but your thoughts always return here, worrying about everything that isn’t the grocery list you have in front of you right now.

You push the shopping cart mindlessly, your round belly weighing you down even more than the cart full of groceries. Your boyfriend went off on his own, as usual. You’re too heavy to even chase after him if he leaves you in this state.

All you can do is hope he doesn’t—

BAM!!!

“The hell?” a rough voice barks in anger. “You blind or something?! Watch where you’re—”

Upon seeing you flinch, Bakugo’s eyes trail to where your hand instinctively rests on your protruding stomach, as if protecting the baby inside from the loud noise, and then to the stuffed cart you bumped into his own with. He slowly lowers his scowl and voice.

Shit. Now he looks like an asshole. He does feel bad, but being Bakugo? Sorry isn’t his thing.

So the next thing that comes to mind is, “Oi. Where’s the dad?” and then a scoff at your unimpressed face.

“Tell him to man up, wherever the fuck he is,” he continues anyway—

And proceeds to snatch your cart.

As the strong Pro Hero that he is, Bakugo barely heaves a breath as he pushes both his and your carts now, both brimming with groceries. Standing next to you, he ignores the shoppers muttering about you two blocking the isles.

“Now,” he huffs casually. “What else do you need?”