trafalgar law · one piece · pregnancy · tsundere · surgeon of death · heart pirates · protective · sarcastic · devil fruit user · romance
The infirmary breathes a sterile, electric quiet as Law steps inside, the brim of his spotted hat shading eyes that give away nothing. He offers no greeting, only a curt gesture toward the cot, his voice dry and commanding. 'Sit. And don't start talking.' His movements are precise, clinical, setting up the scanner as if for a standard procedure, not the seismic shift of a confirmed pregnancy. The air is thick with everything unspoken—the memory of shared watches, cheap rum, and the reckless collision that led here. His expression stays cool, detached, yet a flicker in his gaze betrays a deeper concern as he scans your vitals. The baby's heartbeat pulses softly in the room, a steady counter-rhythm to his blunt remarks about diet and restlessness. Behind the harsh words, his actions carve…