"I'm not fuckin' going."

"Bakugou Katsuki, you are going. Kirishima already took off work for you and him too and so did your friends. They worked really hard planning this trip," you lectured folding more of his clean clothes for the trip.

"Why the hell would I want to go on a trip with those extras?," he grumbled grabbing tshirts and shorts from the pile to fold.

"Seriously Kat, why don't you want to go?"

His carnelian eyes glare into yours expecting you to some how know the answer before he grumbles, "Never mind."

"Jeez babe," you say moving close to him to wrap your arms around his neck to play with his undercut, "I don't always know what's going on inside that head of yours. Talk to me, baby."

Embarrassed by what he's about to say, he hides his face in the crook where your neck meets your shoulder mumbling, "I don't wanna share ya. Wanted it to just be us."

God this man was going to be the death of you.

"Look at me," you whisper lifting his head to meet yours, "This was supposed to be a surprise for you, but I guess I'll let it spill, they're gonna take Sumi for a day and a night so we can have some alone time," you continue stroking his jawline with your thumb.

"A whole day?!"

There's your husband.

If you were both honest, your alls romantic relationship was very slim with Sumi around. Of course there were quickies in the morning or when you put her down for a nap occasionally and there were always opportunities when Mitski would take Sumi for the night, but you both agreed to use that opportunity to catch up on much needed sleep. So just the idea of having you all to himself for a whole 24 hours made his fingers twitch in excitement.

He started quickly folding the rest of his clothes and putting yours and his in a large suit case before running to grab anything Katsumi would need, causing you to let out a giggle at the sudden change in attitude.

Well this trip is already going well.

Mina being as extravagant as she is booked a private jet for the large group. But the tension was disgustingly thick while you bounced your wailing baby whose ears were clogging and freaking out.

You could see Bakugou's veins bulging in his neck at the pity views he was receiving from his old classmates.

"Let me try, I might be able to help," Izuku said holding his hands out for you to pass Katsumi to him.

"Hell no! You're not getting my kid shitty Deku!," Bakugou yelled snatching her from your arms to hold her against his chest.

This of course only startled her more causing her shriek even louder making even Bakugou flinch.

The death grip you had on his bicep spoke numbers, but the glare in your eyes scared him even more.

"Katsuki if you don't fucking let him try I swear to-," you growled.

"Alright alright!," he grumbled relenting and handing her to him, "If you hurt her, I'll fucking kill you."

Izuku sat the baby down on her back on his legs and started rubbing her jaw where it meets her ears in soothing circles with his thumbs to relieve some of the tension. Her cries soon turned into soft whimpers before she eased into his touch.

"I had a flight once with a woman whose baby was having the same problem and she showed how it's a comfortable way to ease that pressure," he started rambling on about what he learned about different pressure points for babies.

"Alright give her back," Bakugou hissed grabbing her under her arms to pull her back to his chest. Now comfortable, she eased on to her fathers chest and tiredly played with his hair. Seeing Bakugou with a baby is still so weird to the group, but the familiar scowl on his face reminds them who he is while he rubbed soothing circles on his babies back. Mina and Jirou even snapping a few pictures.

He was still their hot headed classmate, just a father now. And whipped at that, when they saw you smoothing the wrinkles in his furrowed brow.

The salty air of Okinawa filled your senses the second you stepped off the jet. Katsumi still asleep in your arms, as the sun beamed down. Bakugou instinctively putting his ball cap over her face to block her from its rays. Both of you exchanging grateful and excited looks for this vacation.

"Alright crew!," Mina announced clapping her hands together, "I have arranged two mini vans to take us to the resorts. Once we get there, go ahead and check in and have fun! Oh but don't forget we're doing the BBQ by the pool tonight, so be down there around 7!"

"Do you have her car seat?," you ask your husband motioning to your baby.

He looks at you and rolls his eyes, "Of course I got it. It's fucking hot as hell here, I'm already sweating."

"Don't go blowing us up," you giggle.

"I ain't done that shit since high school, woman."

"Yeah yeah I know! You're just so fun to tease."

When you were walking into the hotel, mina and Kirishima grabbed you and Bakugou quickly around your shoulders and pulled you to the side.

"What the hell are you to doin?!," Bakugou groaned sliding out of their grasps.

The both give each other cheeky grins before placing a room card in both of your palms.

"I'm... confused," you say looking between them and the piece of plastic in your hand.

"So... we decided to do a little something for you two since we're proud of you guys and we upgraded your room to the presidential suite!," Mina said with a cheesy grin.

"That's so sweet you guys! But seriously you didn't have to do that!"

"Nonsense!," Kiri said buffing out his chest, "This is the manliest I've ever seen Bakugou!"

You saw that even the corner of Katsuki's lips were twitching up, "Thanks shitty hair," he says bumping their knuckles.

Saying the room was gorgeous would be an understatement. The polished black marble floor mirrored your own reflection, a full kitchen stocked with fresh fruit, drinks, and snacks, a large living room with a massive tv, and a beautiful bedroom with a beach view balcony.

"This... is fucking nice," Bakugou spoke setting a restless Katsumi on the ground. She immediately started crawling towards the living room, hands smacking loudly on the floor.

"Damn right it is," you reply moving to the kitchen. Rummaging through the fridge, you pull out a beer for you and your husband. "Sumiiii, you need to take a nap before dinner time," you coo running at the baby causing her to squeal in laughter.

"You change her, I'll set up the portable crib," Bakugou sighed out taking a long sip from the glass bottle.

"Sumi Sumi Sumi~," you sing to her, "you excited to be at the beach? Yeah! Mommy is too. Jesus! How do you even poop this much!"

You could faintly hear Bakugou cackling in the bedroom.

"You...! *wheeze* fucking missed it!," he laughed holding his belly.

"Miss what?"

"Cmere."

Zipping up Sumi's onesie, you slung her on your hip and followed him to the bedroom. Outside on the balcony he was still cackling.

"Jeez what the hell are you laughing about?"

"The... the idiots," he laughs wiping his eyes, "They we're running to the beach and dunce face fell face first in the sand! Haha!"

Looking over the balcony you saw Kirishima, Mina, Sero laughing their asses off while Denki was brushing sand off of his face.

"He would be the one to fall wouldn't he?," you giggled running your hands over Sumis back who was finally starting to settle down. Bakugou smiled seeing her yawn and snuggle more into you.

"You're so beautiful as a mama," he lets slip, staring at you with a dopey grin.

"Are you saying I wasn't beautiful before Mr.Bakugou?," you teased.

"Oh we both know how fucking gorgeous you are," he said grabbing your hips to hold you and his baby, "But you're a fucking amazing mama."

"Can you believe she's already 9 months old?"

"She's starting to look more like you," he answers poking her cheek.

"Please! You and I both know she looks exactly like you."

After Katsumi went down for her nap and you and Bakugou share a few beers on the balcony watching the water, it was quickly approaching the time to go downstairs to the pool for the barbecue.

"You go ahead and get changed and head down, we'll head down in a bit once I get her up and changed too," you said walking into the bedroom and digging through your luggage for your swim suits.

"Damn my woman's gonna make me show up to that lame party alone," Bakugou teased wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your back.

"Down boy," you couldn't help but giggle, "I'm sayin I don't want them to ruin the food and I know you'll make something good. Now shoo!"

He kissed your skin and gave your ass a quick squeeze before heading out.

It was as if Sumi could sense her father's presence leaving because she started fussing in her sleep. Her little arms curled into her chest and legs kicking out while she whimpered.

"I know, I know," you said rubbing her belly, "let me get you changed first and we'll go see daddy."

The second your feet met the concrete patio, you could already hear Bakugou yelling at his former classmates.

"How many times do I have to fucking tell you to season it before you put it on the grill?!"

"Agh ba ba guh!," Katsumi yelled back slapping her small hands on your shoulders.

He was quick to leave the group after hearing his baby calling him, "you little thing, when are you gonna call me dad huh? Da da..."

She just giggled loudly at him and held out her arms to be held.

Dinner was served with various cuts of grilled meat, sauces, and plenty of rice and sides. All of it cook to perfection with Bakugou's supervision. The group was also starting to feel their alcohol buzzes, even your husband Bakugou.

You couldn't help but notice the blush tinting his cheeks and the way he made sure to constantly have some part of his body touching you. His thigh pressed against yours, arm wrapped securely around your waist, head draped over your shoulder.

If you didn't know any better, you would think he was jealous of your sleeping baby resting on your chest. Actually he most definitely was. He kept slurring to put her to sleep on a pool chair so he could have more of your attention, but the death grip Katsumi had on a strand of your hair said otherwise.

Apparently he had enough when he slammed his now empty beer can into the trash and gently as his drunken state could, pulled your hair out of her hand.

"Shitty hair! Hold my brat!," he yelled handing the baby to her godfather.

"Katsuki what are you doing?," but before you could get your answer, he threw you over his shoulder effortlessly. You watched in horror as his feet stomped over to the pool.

"Katsuki don't you fucking dare!," you screamed trying to shimmy out of his strong grasp before you felt yourself being fully submerged under water.

Big hands move to your waist to pull you up to the surface. The second your mouth opens to yell at him, his is on yours.

The smooth feeling of his tongue running along your bottom lip practically melts you into his hold.

"Ew! Don't go fucking in front of everyone!," Denki yells.

You giggle when Katsuki moves to kiss your neck, glaring at the the blonde.

"We'll watch her tomorrow if you want," Kirishima yells over his shoulder.

Loud enough for only you to hear, Katsuki whispers into your skin, "I'm going to fucking ruin you."