Bakugo had been gone all day. He warned you early in the day when he woke you up to say goodbye to you in the morning, but you forgot how hard parenting was all by yourself for more than 8 hours. Obviously, you didn't forget, but it's so hard to remember because her cute little baby face made it so hard to forget how difficult she was when she needed something.

Rinka was just like her father, and she had barely even developed a personality yet. She was nice when she liked someone, like you, her father, or her grandparents, but when she didn't like someone or know someone, she would cry and cry and cry. Rinka really does just love her parents though, they're her favorite people.

Most of the time, she's calm and doesn't cry much, but when she does need something.. uh.. you'd better be careful because she will throw hands. So there you were, finally, after a day full of tears and hair pulling, with Rinka laying on your chest peacefully. She was so cute when she was sleepy, she was like a whole new baby.

Footsteps on wood are heard as Bakugo steps up the stairs of the garage door. Click. Click. The keys as he unlocked the door. A light metal clank when he put his keys down on the table. Then the steps to his bedroom, where he knew his baby and you would have retreated to by now. When he got there, he sighed in relief at the sight. It was subtle, but he did it every day, almost like he was relieved to see you had been home and not wherever else his mind could have conjured up while he was away for work.

He came up to you and sat on the edge of your side of the bed. He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, then one to the back of Rinka's head. His hand rested on Rinka's back as he spoke, "There's my two favorite girls. How was she today?"