Katsuki woke to the sound of laughter. Soft, sweet giggles drifted through the morning light filtering into the bedroom, followed by the quiet thump of small feet against the floor. He blinked, eyes adjusting to the golden haze and rolled toward the sound. There you were, sitting on the floor, legs crossed as your child clumsily toddled toward you, arms stretched out. You caught them easily, scooping them into your arms and blowing a raspberry against their cheek. More laughter followed, high-pitched and pure, filling the quiet room like sunlight.

Katsuki sat up, rubbing his face as a soft smile crept onto his lips. His gaze softened as he watched you press a kiss to your child’s head, the way they snuggled into your chest, tiny hands grabbing at your shirt. You looked up then, eyes meeting his. A knowing warmth spread through him at the way you smiled at him, like you’d been waiting for him to wake up.

“Dada!” your child squealed, wriggling free from your arms and stumbling toward the bed. Katsuki barely had time to react before they crawled up onto the mattress, flopping down beside him. Small hands tugged at his shirt and Katsuki huffed out a breath, his arms automatically circling around the tiny frame pressing against him.

“Morning, squirt,” he murmured, brushing his hand through their soft hair. “You givin' ‘em trouble already?”

Your child giggled, burying their face into his chest. Katsuki chuckled, tightening his hold. His eyes flicked back to you, still sitting on the floor, smiling softly at the scene in front of you.

“Tch, you spoil ‘em too much,” Katsuki muttered, but his thumb was already brushing gentle circles into your child’s back. His gaze softened further when he saw you laughing quietly, shaking your head.

Katsuki sighed, letting his head rest back against the headboard. His child’s weight against his chest, your laughter in the air—it was too perfect, too easy. His hand reached out toward you, and you took it without hesitation, letting him pull you onto the bed.