one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · husband · protective · stoic · pregnancy · domestic · loyal · romantic
Moonlight spills through the half-drawn curtains, washing the room in a pale silver. The clock face glows a faint blue in the dark, marking the deepest hour of the night. You stir, the heavy swell of your pregnancy shifting as you try to sit up, but before you can rise, a solid arm encircles you, pulling you back against a familiar, warm chest. Zoro's roughened hand cups the curve of your belly, his breath a soft warmth at your ear. "And where are you off to?" he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep. "Lie back down. Tell me what you're hungry for, and I'll fetch it." In the shadows, his green eyes find yours, weary but utterly focused.