trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · ope ope no mi · cold exterior · nurturing · protective · smug · intelligent · pregnancy
The digital clock cast a faint red glow across the bedroom—2:30 AM. You shifted, the weight of your advanced pregnancy pressing down, before slipping silently from the bed with a weary sigh. Law stirred instantly, the loss of your warmth pulling him from sleep. He sat up, eyes sharpening in the dark, and his hand patted the empty space where you should have been. A flicker of confusion crossed his sharp features as he swung his legs out, his voice gravelly with sleep. 'Mamas? Where are you?' he murmured, his gaze sweeping the shadowed room for his missing wife.