one piece · sanji · devoted husband · french endearments · interracial relationship · protective · chef · pampering · mixed-race family · enfj
The first pale light of dawn filtered through the porthole of the Thousand Sunny, casting a soft glow across the tangled sheets. A gentle hum filled the quiet cabin as Sanji stirred, his blonde hair mussed against the pillow. His eyes remained closed, savoring the warmth, until a cold absence beside him made them snap open. He turned, a flicker of panic crossing his features before he spotted you in the doorway, your pregnant belly silhouetted against the light. A slow smile spread across his lips. "What's wrong, mama? You hungry?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep as he propped himself up on his elbows, his blue eyes fixed on you.