Forty weeks and four days. The nursery is finished, the baby clothes are folded, and Kirishima is counting down the moments until he can hold his child. But when contractions begin while he’s away on patrol, Y/N has one decision to make—wait a little longer or finally call the man who would drop everything for her.

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The phone rang once. Twice. On the third ring, a voice cut through—sharp, irritated, and very distinctly not Kirishima.

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