Shouto wakes up early, earlier than he would like on a weekend, to his partner throwing the blankets off and stumbling to the bathroom.
He groans and rubs his eyes to the wonderful sound of Katsuki retching.
The blankets are warm, even without the body that usually sleeps at his side. The room is still chilly. Shouto curls into the covers for a moment, gaining strength, and gets up to see what’s wrong.
“Are you alright?” He yawns.
“Fine.” Katsuki snaps, any edge blunted by the genuine misery in his expression.
Shouto blinks, tries to convince his brain to work.
“Would a cracker help?” He asks.
Katsuki considers this and leans back for a moment with a nod. Shouto obeys the unspoken request. It takes him a while to find the box, apparently Katsuki’s moved them since he last looked.
His partner is still sitting on the bathroom floor when he comes back. Shouto hands him a single cracker and Katsuki glares at it for a moment before he starts to nibble. Shouto doesn’t say anything, it isn’t the time, but he finds the sight unfairly adorable.
Katsuki finishes the cracker and decides he’s up for another, holding his hand out. Shouto gives him one and shifts to sit next to him.
“This is all your fault.” Katsuki grumbles petulantly after the second one.
“My fault?” Shouto considers this. He did make dinner last night but he also followed all of Katsuki’s instructions, bar the one about kissing being banned as too distracting, but he’d only done it once. He hardly thinks that justifies such an accusation. Katsuki was paying too much attention to let him poison them.
Katsuki’s eyes go suddenly large in realization before narrowing into a scowl.
“I am not having this fucking conversation on the bathroom floor.” He announces and pulls himself up using the sink as support.
Shouto follows and tries not to hover too much as his partner makes slow progress into the kitchen. He breathes a little sigh of relief when Katsuki sits down and glares at him until he takes his place across the table. Shouto sets the box of crackers in front of him and wonders if he should get up and fetch some water.
They stare at each other for a few moments.
Katsuki breaks eye contact first, a development that has Shouto blinking in surprise. He grumbles something under his breath, something about ‘doctors’ and ‘useless fucking advice.’
“Are you sick?” Shouto blurts, a doctor implies something serious.
“No! I’m not–” Katsuki clenches his jaw. “I don’t know how to talk about this.” He grits out.
Shouto nods, reaches out to lay his hand on the table between them.
Katsuki rolls his eyes a little bit but reaches out and grabs it anyway. Shouto smiles at the familiar sight and squeezes his hand once.
“Are you alright?” He asks, because that’s the most important thing. He’s trying his best not to consider all the horrible things that might be going on, all the diseases that could separate them forever.
“Fine.” Katsuki huffs and looks up for a moment, flexes his jaw. “I’m pregnant.”
Oh.
Well.
That would explain the nausea. And it being Shouto’s fault.
Shouto feels his muscles relax, his shoulders untense.
He doesn’t realize he’s failed to respond until Katsuki pulls his attention back.
“Nothing to say?” He sneers and Shouto knows him far too well to miss the uncertainty in his eyes.
“I’m glad you’re alright.” Shouto squeezes his hand again. He assumes everything is fine, hopes it is.
“Yeah?” The sneer is gone now.
“Yeah.” Shouto smiles and lets the conversation settle for a moment.
“Are you, um,” he really isn’t sure how to ask. “Are you going to keep it?”
“Yes.” Katsuki looks him in the eye, digging in his heels before anyone has decided to challenge him. Shouto loves him so much.
He nods in acknowledgement. “Alright.” He hasn’t given parenting a lot of thought, it’s always seemed a bit distant in his mind, something to consider in the future.
They’re going to have to fix the old dresser they’ve both been avoiding. There’s no way it’s stable enough to risk with a baby. There’s the bookshelf too. Shouto never did get around to securing it properly after they moved. He remembers his mother had childproof locks on the cabinets when he was little. Is it too early to look into those?
“We need different chairs.” He announces.
“What?”
“Sharp edges.” Shouto clarifies, absently running a finger along one of the corners.
Wait, scratch that. Are they even staying here? They have a spare bedroom, definitely a good choice for a nursery with nice lighting but what if they still want a spare bedroom on top of the nursery?
“You’re just–” Katsuki starts, incredulous. “Are you fucking babyproofing our apartment in your head right now?”
“Yes.” Shouto wonders if he’s getting ahead of himself. Katsuki presumably still needs to break the news to his parents. Shouto definitely needs to tell his own family, Fuyumi will be thrilled.
“You–” Katsuki sounds indignant, Shouto squeezes his hand in apology. He’s right, they should be focusing on health first. “You fucking asshole. I can’t believe I was worried about this.”
“You were worried?” Shouto murmurs, decides he’s too far from his partner, actually, and stands to move his chair next to Katsuki. He bumps their shoulders together and is very pleased when Katsuki leans his head against him in response.
“A little.” He grumbles. “We’ve never really talked about it.”
“That’s true.” Shouto agrees, they really haven’t. “There’s no one else I’d rather have a baby with.” He turns his head to press a kiss into Katsuki’s hair to cement his point.
“Sap.” He halfheartedly complains. “I’m gonna have to take time off.”
“We’ll figure it out.” Shouto is confident. “You’ll be a great dad.”
Katsuki makes a vaguely skeptical noise but doesn’t argue.
“Same to you.” He mumbles.
Shouto hums, encouraging.
“I’m glad it’s you too.” He manages. “You’ll be great, we’ll have the safest baby ever.”
“Cutest too.” Shouto decides because he can just see Katsuki’s scowl on a half-imagined toddler and knows he’s going to have trouble staying strong.
“Asshole.”
“I love you.”
Katsuki grumbles back as he leans further into Shouto’s side and snatches another cracker from the box, something filled with a few more insults than Shouto included but bubbling over with the dreaded sentiment nonetheless.