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Your eyes fluttered open, glancing around the room. You sat up, quickly walking to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before throwing up last night's dinner. You weren't sure how you were still getting morning sickness a few weeks away from your due date, yet here you were. Keigo sat up in bed, stretching out. His eyes widened when he heard you in the bathroom. He jumped out of bed, running to your side. He quickly gathered your hair and held it back for you.
"It's okay, baby..." he sighs.
You vomit again, your eyes watering. He grabs a hair clip off the counter and pins your hair back carefully. He helps you up carefully and closes the toilet before walking you to the bed. You sit down, rubbing your stomach, taking a deep breath. Keigo walks back to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it before flushing the toilet. He walks back and cleans your mouth.
"I take it he didn't like the chicken?" Keigo smiles.
"Not a fan..." you smile softly. He hums and kisses your forehead. He kneels in front of you, his hands on your stomach. His eyes widen when he feels the baby move.
"He's awake..." Keigo whispers.
"He keeps moving; I think he's getting ready to turn," you grumble.
Keigo smiles and rubs your belly. "Take it easy on your momma, yeah?" he chuckles. You smile and cup his face softly. He kisses your hand and looks up at you, his golden eyes flickering.
"You'll be in the room with me, right, Kei? Rumi said they told Tomura to stay outside the last time... you won't leave me, right?" you ask nervously.
He grabs your hand and kisses it. "They'd have to drag me out, baby. I ain't leavin' my girl. I'm gonna hold your hand the whole time, okay?" he smiles.
"Okay, Keigo."
Your son, Touya Takami, was the spitting image of his father. Soft blonde hair and piercing gold eyes that could light up a room. It wasn't too long after Touya was born that you and Keigo started to plan for your next baby. "Even numbers only, baby."
'Even numbers only' was Keigo's excuse for everything. His hands never leaving your body, his lips teasing your flesh as he mumbled his plans for the massive family he hoped you would provide for him. Sultry whispers turned into breathy moans as he fucked you in the pool house at Tomura's birthday party when Touya was two years old. He handed his son to Mirio and dragged you off. His eyes locked on yours as he fucked into your cunt.
"Make me another one, baby... gimme another one... want this one to look like their momma... fuck... good girl... cum on my cock... god you're so fuckin' beautiful," he groaned. His hands gripping your leg as he filled you up.
Shun Tamaki, your second son, also looked like his father. Keigo laughed as he held his new son, smiling proudly at you. "Damn, baby... looks like we'll need to try again," he cooed before kissing you softly.
That was his excuse for taking you away for a week when Shun was about three. You had wanted to see the sights and lounge on the beach in Florida, but the second Keigo saw you in that bathing suit, you had no chance of leaving that hotel room. Your stretch marks showed a beautiful reminder of the lives you had brought into this world... lives Keigo helped create. His head went hazy with desire for his perfect little wife. You moaned and mewled his name as he pressed your legs to your chest.
"God damn... two fuckin' brats, and this cunt's still perfect! God, you're amazing, baby! Gonna fuck you full again... keep you full of my babies, yeah? Good girl... come on, baby, beg for my cum," he huffed as he stared at your cunt, his thick cock stretching you out like always. It would forever be a sight that made Keigo's mouth water and his heart pound.
Your daughter, Mui Takami, looked just like you. An adorable little girl with the sweetest eyes. The second Keigo held her, he didn't want to put her down. He smiled sweetly as his sons looked at their baby sister, their eyes wide and excited. "You protect her... you take care of her, yeah?" he smiled at his sons. They nodded eagerly, excited for the newest bundle of joy that would grace your house. He looked up at you, a sly smirk creeping across his face. "Even numbers only, baby..."
Keigo passed out when you told him you were pregnant with the twins. He was in the middle of a meeting with Bakugou, Kirishima, Tomura, and Aizawa when you burst into his office, your face wet with tears. Keigo shot up from his desk, his face filled with worry.
"Baby?" he asked softly.
"Twins! We're having twins!" You sobbed happily.
Keigo's eyes widened before rolling back into his skull. You screamed as he collapsed onto the floor. Bakugou and Kirishima couldn't stop laughing. Tomura and Aizawa chuckled as they picked him up and carried him to the couch. He woke up, his head on your lap. When you repeated the happy news, he smiled before his head went limp once more.
You were shocked he didn't faint in the delivery room when the nurse handed him the first baby. "Hi, baby boy..." he cooed sweetly, his eyes swelling with tears. Kaito and Shō Takami once again looked like their father. Sweet golden eyes that melted your heart the second they looked at you. Keigo called half the state of New York, bragging about how his pretty perfect wife had pushed out twin boys with no issues. You beamed with joy as you looked at two more precious gifts. But of course... five wouldn't do.
Suzume Takami was the last of your children. Not only was she a spitting image of you, but her being the baby out of six kids meant she would be the most spoiled and protected. Touya was eight by the time she was born. Keigo handed her to him, instructing him on how to properly hold her. Touya's eyes lit up as he stared down at his infant sister.
"I'll protect her, pops. I'll be the best big brother ever," he whispered.
Keigo smiled proudly at his son. "I know you will... make your uncle Dabi proud, yeah?" he smiled.
Your family was finally complete. Not only was Keigo the most powerful gangster in all of New York, but his power began to spread from state to state. By the time Suzume was three months old, Keigo had control over every crime family in California, Las Vegas, and Florida. He had built an empire, and his perfect wife had given him six heirs to his throne.
Even after six children, Keigo couldn't keep his hands off of you. He couldn't help it. You looked so beautiful feeding his babies, rocking them to sleep, and whispering sweet dreams as they closed their eyes. He couldn't help but stare at your body, your stretch marks from each pregnancy making his mind feral. They were permanent reminders that he had claimed you all for himself. It drove him crazy. You giggled as your husband would pull you into his office, a cocky smirk on his face as he lifted you onto his desk, his hands roaming your soft body.
It had become routine. You'd eat dinner as a family, laughing and enjoying time together, the kids excited to spend time with their father. Then it was bath and bedtime, you and Keigo tucking your babies in together as you sang and read bedtime stories to them. As soon as the last little Takami shut their eyes, Keigo dragged you to his office.
He'd fix you both a drink, both of you gushing about your beautiful children. He'd put on a familiar record, playing that same song he sang to you on your wedding day all those years ago. His arm wrapped around your waist as he swayed you both back and forth. He'd sing that sweet song to you just like he did on that day, his voice lingering in the air, sticky and sweet just like honey...
And you were still a stupid little fly.