Married life with Bakugo

When I woke up, I saw Bakugou's enlarged face.The red eye sockets are very conspicuous. His eyes were originally red, but now they are simply a big wronged rabbit.

"Xiaosheng..." I moved a bit, and then found something covering my mouth and nose.what is this?Oxygen mask?

"I'm here." He held my hand, "Does it still hurt now?"

Before we could say a few words, my mother and father squeezed over: "How is my baby girl feeling now?"

"Is the little princess still suffering?"

Aunt Guangji and Uncle Sheng were also looking at me with concern.

I don't know what it feels like to be watched by so many people all of a sudden. It took me a long time to hold back a sentence: "I'm fine."

"Oh, my little princess, I really feel sorry for Dad." Dad started to cry as he spoke. He has been very anxious since I was pregnant, for fear that something might happen to me.

"Is there any promise? Everyone else is here." His mother patted him.

"Didn't you cry quietly and blame me before?" Dad, who usually dare not talk back, now has inexplicable courage.

"That's me... I..." Mom stammered for words.

I smiled and helped her ease the embarrassment: "How is the baby?"

Mom and Dad shook their heads: "I haven't noticed yet."

Turn to Bakugo.

He also shook his head sincerely: "I don't know."

I:? ? ?

"Here, the baby is here." The little nurse hugged me and showed me, "It's a boy."

Her expression seemed to want to complain.

I looked at the wrinkled little face in my arms, and the skin was still a little red, and I was quite disgusted: "It's so ugly."

Bakugo echoed from the side: "Indeed."

Little nurse: "...newly born babies all look like this, and they will become cute after a while."

I touched his little hand in doubt: "Really?"

I hadn't played with Yuta for long before I was taken away by Bakugo on the grounds that I needed to rest. After he took me away, he handed it over to Aunt Mikaji.

"Aren't you hugging Yuta?" I saw him guarding the bed tightly without moving an inch and asked.

"Like a little monkey, there is nothing to hug. If you want to hug, wait a while before hugging. The old woman and the others had a lot of fun with him." He stroked my hair and my face, his eyes were full of Distressed.

"You have shed so much blood, so much..." He held my hand and trembled slightly, "I thought... I thought I was going to lose you, we will never have children again, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... "

It was not easy for Bakugo to say sorry, but he must have been very scared when he said so many sorrys in a row.

All I could do was touch his face and tell him that I was here, the real me.

The little nurse was right. After a few months, the baby changed from a wrinkled red monkey to a sticky little dumpling.

Yuta looks very similar to Bakugou, especially the hair that looks like a durian but is very soft, but the eyes are not red but black like mine.

Because I usually take him at home, he is very clingy to me. When he was seven months old, he could already crawl all over the floor and call mama in a childish voice.

In order for him to crawl and play on the ground at any time, a thick carpet was specially laid in the house.

"mama, ah—" he crawled to my feet in a fluffy bunny suit, and opened his mouth, "neinei—ah—"

"Is Yu too hungry?"

"neinei!"

It seems that he is really hungry, and it is time for him to be weaned. Recently, I just make milk powder for him or feed him some rice cereal.

His body is very healthy, and he has a very large amount of rice—milk, and he can always drink a big bottle.

After drinking, he hiccupped a little. I put the bottle away and picked him up: "Yuta has a very nice milky scent."

I rubbed my head against his belly and he giggled.

Yuta is very obedient, and belongs to the category that is easy to take care of. If it is not bumped into something, she will basically not cry.

The doctor said it had something to do with his health, and that I paid him enough attention.

When a child can't speak, the only medium for him to communicate with the outside world is laughter and crying.

It doesn't matter if you are not feeling well, or you want to get the attention of your parents.

My cub is just as cute as he looks (automatically ignoring the fact that he looks like a monkey as stated earlier).

His eyes are big, clean and bright inside, and he can feel a strong dependence when he looks at me.

"Mom likes Yuta so much!" I kissed his cheek and said happily.

He seemed to understand what I was saying, clapped his hands and shouted mama several times, then slapped my face a few times, all drool.

I happily lifted him up and played a lot of high-lifting games. When he was still unsatisfied: "Okay, okay, you have really become heavy. It is a bit difficult for me to lift you up now."

Xiaoqi has grown up a lot now, especially when she is next to Yuta, she likes Yuta very much.When I was pregnant, I liked to lean on my belly to listen to the sound. When Yuta was a baby, Xiaoqi would spin around anxiously whenever he heard him cry.

One of Yuta's favorite games now is to comb Xiaoqi's hair, holding a small comb to imitate my movements and combing the beautiful hair on Xiaoqi's back back and forth.The movements are very naive, accompanied by the sound of babbling.

I have to keep an eye on it though, or he might eat the cat fur that he brushes off.

Bakugou seldom calls Yuta by name, but directly calls him a brat.

I:……

Come on, that's your son anyway.But I was relieved when I remembered that he called Aunt Guangji also a dead old woman. This is probably something similar to tradition, but I still hope that my cub will not call me a dead old woman in the future.

But Yuta couldn't understand Bakugo's name for him, even though Bakugo spent a short time with him at home, Yuta still liked him very much.

Probably because there is an inexplicable intimacy when seeing a familiar face?

In the evening, as soon as Yuta heard the sound of the doorbell or keys, he would call papa and then use his fat limbs to quickly move towards the door.

As soon as Bakugou opened the door, he saw Yuta in a rabbit costume lying in front of the door and staring at him with round eyes: "papa!"

Baohao picked him up without any hassle: "You brat is quite energetic."

"He was very excited when he saw the news about you on TV today. Although he didn't understand what was being reported, as soon as he saw your face, he would point to the TV and shout papa excitedly." I said to Bakugo .

Bakugou stroked Yuta's hair: "It seems to be pretty smart."

He hugged Yuta with his left hand like this, and he wrapped his right hand around my waist and kissed me.

Not once, but many times.

I pushed hard against his chest: "Yuta is still..."

Wiping the saliva overflowing from the corner of his mouth, he turned his head and saw Yuta biting his hands with a confused look.

Bakugo turned him upside down: "Hey, when are you going to grow up, brat? You take up half of your mother's time, you know?"

"Xiao Sheng doesn't understand what you're talking about."

Yuta only captured the mother in Bakugo's words, so he opened his hands and twisted his body to arch toward me.

"This brat..." Bakugo patted his butt lightly and then handed him to me.

He stared at my face suspiciously in my arms, then imitated Bakugou's movement and kissed my lips.

The little one was so tender and soft, I felt like I was kissing a slippery custard.

Bakugo snatched Yuta from my arms, and taught him very seriously: "The only one who can kiss your mother's mouth is me, even you can't know?"

Yuta tilted his head: "?"

"Xiao Sheng, I told you that he didn't understand..."

After educating Yuta for quite a while with a dazed look, Bakugou finally gave up: "Forget it, since you are still young, let's not bother with you for now, and I will tell you when you grow up."

After the lecture, Yuta asked me again: "Have you not eaten yet?"

"I was feeding Yuta rice paste just now, and I haven't had time to eat it yet." In fact, my craftsmanship can also be made for Yuta, and I usually rely on takeout to solve the problem when Baohao comes back too late.

"Then I'll cook." He said as he got up and walked to the kitchen.

"It's hard work." I untied Yuta's drool, hugged him and teased him, "My little sugar cake, little cutie, little baby, little darling——"

I haven't run out of nasty words on my side, and there is a voice full of resentment from behind: "What about me?"

I immediately satisfied him: "You are a big baby, a big sweetheart, a big cookie, and a big darling."