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Our Perfect Mate

Part 3 to the Our Happy Life series!

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~Keigo’s POV~

I smile, helping (Y/N) back into the house after she got discharged from the hospital, making sure she was comfortable. We barely got into the door before the boys started crying. (Y/N) walks to the couch, which I had put back together at her request, before grabbing the bos from their carriers, lifting up her shirt and carefully maneuvering the boys so they could both feed.

I respectfully look away, getting the rest of the stuff into he house with Dabi’s help. Once we had everything settled, Dabi and I were each handed a baby to burp while (Y/N) got herself sorted out, bustling about the house while muttering to herself.

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It’s been about six months since the boys were born and things around the home are quite hectic. Dabi and I returned to our normal work schedules, leaving (Y/N) to tend to the twins by herself. I hated to do this to her but the money wouldn’t make itself. Reporters, of course, were all over the news that me and my wife, as she was known to the media, now had two children to take care of.

“Hawks, how would you say home life is now?”

“Is your work harder with the knowledge that your children are home?”

“No comment, now buzz off.” I muttered with a death glare to the reporters before I flew off, my eyes scanning over the city, seeing if there were any villain attacks.

The work day flew by, no pun intended, rather quickly with very little incidents before I was able to go home. I fly in through the balcony door, shutting it behind me. I see (Y/N) cooking dinner while Dabi entertains the children.

“Hey Keigo.” She says, breaking for a moment to give me her normal kiss on the cheek. I smile.

“Hey love. Let me help. I’ll set the table.” I say, not wanting her to overwork herself. She smiles and thanks me, plating the food before handing the plates to me to set on the table.

“Sit down love, I got it from here.” I say, pouring a glass of milk for everyone and setting it at the table. (Y/N) places the twins in their swings so they could sleep during dinner. Dabi helps, having already given them their bottles and burped them.

“Alright, let’s eat.” (Y/N) says, sitting down at the table. I sit in my normal spot and look at her, noticing the eyebags and other noticeable signs of fatigue.

She hasn’t slept a wink since the twins were born. She’s been so focused on trying to get things back to ‘normal’ that she’s completely forgotten to take care of herself. Not on my watch. That’s it, I’m going to talk to Dabi about treating our dear (Y/N) to a nice spa day. We can watch the kids. 

I nod to myself and start eating, giving Dabi a look sayin we needed to talk after dinner. He nodded back, eating his food.

“It’s delicious, lovebird. Like always.” I compliment, smiling at her. She gives a weak smile, twirling the noodles on her plate absentmindedly. I sigh softly and go back to my food, hoping we could help (Y/N) get back into the swing of things with a day of relaxation.

After dinner, Dabi and I washed the dishes and put away the food while (Y/N) went about her nightly routine of changing the twins’ diapers and getting them ready for bed.

“Dabi… I know we don’t normally agree on much, but can we agree that our lovebird needs a break? She’s working herself to death.”

“I agree with that.” He says simply.