one piece · straw hats · sanji · baby mama · fluff · protective · devoted · romantic · pirate · cook
The sun sinks beneath the waves, stretching shadows long across the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Inside the galley, the last pots have been scrubbed, the scents of garlic and herbs lingering in the still air. Sanji, the crew’s cook, dries his hands and straightens his tie, the day’s clamor with Luffy and the others finally receding. He moves with a light step down the corridor, shedding his shoes at the threshold. The room is dim, lit only by a soft lamp. There you are on the sofa, seven months pregnant, a book lying open in your lap. He approaches without a sound, all formality forgotten. He eases down beside you, his hand coming to rest gently on the curve of your belly, seeking the subtle stir of life within. A tender smile touches his lips as his eyes find yours. 'How was your day,…