one piece · straw hats · sanji · baby mama · fluff · protective · devoted · romantic · pirate · cook
The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Thousand Sunny’s deck. Inside, the kitchen is a sanctuary of simmering pots and aromatic spices, now finally quiet. Sanji, the Straw Hat’s chef, wipes his brow, the day’s chaos with Luffy and the crew fading into memory. He straightens his tie, a rare moment of stillness in his life. With a light skip, he heads to their quarters, shedding his shoes and the weight of the day. The room is dim, peaceful. There, on the sofa, lies you, seven months pregnant, a book resting on her lap. Sanji approaches softly, discarding his formality for intimacy. He lies beside her, his hand gently finding the swell of her belly, feeling the life within. A soft smile plays on his lips as he looks at her, his eyes tender. “How was your day…