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24 hours later found everyone back on the ship, raising anchor and leaving this strange strange little island. People were not sad to see Sanji go, but the crew was overjoyed to have him back. Nami had however slapped him….hard. Zoro had growled at her for touching his mate but all she did was threaten to slap him upside himself also. The hand print on Sanji’s face was still burning hours later. She had given him one last chance all those years ago on Whole Cake to get his fucking act together and he had broken her trust. However, after the fact….she got it. She understood to a point. But he was warned to within an inch of his life to NEVER hurt any of them like that again. Never to abandon them again. Never to abandon his family both by blood and choice. And he had....he had foolishly left them again.
Sanji had wept, had cried into her shoulder as she held him in a deathly tight hug. She declared that she never wanted to see him walk away from them again. The crew couldn’t survive Luffy’s wings parting. Luffy said nothing, remained strangely silent about the whole ordeal. Neither Zoro nor Sanji knew what was going through their Captains mind. Perhaps they didn’t want to know. However, they could tell that he was angry, relieved, happy and sad all at once. Despite them all being older, wiser, more mature, both Zoro and Sanji knew that their behaviour had been….less than stellar and Luffy perhaps didn’t quite know how to contend with it.
However, on Sanji offering Tera over her Captain, Luffy took her with a massive smile eclipsing over his face, eyes almost glittering as he smiled down at the baby. Thankfully he didn’t go full wiggly arms on her for she was too young, instead he wandered around the deck with her, singing away to her in his strangely amazing singing voice. Sanji bit back the anxiety about not being able to see his baby but, a hand on the shoulder from Zoro and his reassuring smile was all he needed to quell that worry. Tera would be fine in her Captain's arms. All of them would. Still, he kept a keen eye on his Captain and his youngest child. He watched as Luffy removed his hat from his head, gently placing it over Tera’s head, the hat itself being far too big for her and yet, Sanji couldn’t help but bubble up, eyes becoming glassy at the sheer importance that Luffy had put on his and Zoro’s daughter. He had done this for all of the crew over the years, including Kai and Emil but this, especially after Sanji left, was so much. Meant so much. Sanji loved his Captain, loved his sheer presence, his acceptance and his damn appetite and he had been a fool to try and throw all of this away.
He leaned into his mate, watching quietly together while Luffy continued to sing to their girl. And at the crew as they mingled about the deck with each other, Sora being gently held in Robin's sure, strong arms as Kai quietly chatted with her about something, Emil never far away from his younger brother. Yes, this was his family, his home. And it would forever stay that way.
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“You can’t just run into this half cocked and, for lack of a better term, shoot up the whole of Baratie!” Nami cried, trying to bring reason to the room. The quiet and calm of Zoro, Sanji and Tera returning to the ship swiftly turned to planning, then anger.
She couldn’t help but shrink back from the pungent alpha rage wafting through the galley, souring everyone and everything. She understood. Zoro was murderous because his child, his son, his baby had been groomed and sexually assaulted. Emil was furious that he had not been there to protect his brother, plus the guilt about keeping his secret. Sanji was dark, silent, sullen as he held his daughter against his breast. He had not said anything, just listened intently.
Nami was at her wits end as Luffy was all for barging through the main doors and knocking about everyone in there until they found the person who did this to Kai. That would not work for the rapist would just turn tail and run if the Straw Hats aka the Pirate King and his crew just rolled on in.
“Someone could lure him out?” Came Usopp’s voice from the far end of the table. A few quiet contemplative nods answered his suggestion.
“I will do it.” Came the voice of the victim, the young man who had been so easily preyed upon all because of his secondary gender.
Sanji’s head snapped up. His baby? His child? Willing to put himself in harm's way to draw this rapist into the open? Not on his fucking watch.
Sanji contemplated, thought about Kai’s resemblance to him….Sanji looked good, looked younger than his years, people told him all the time how young he looked for his age. Maybe not as young as Kai but, he could perhaps pack on the makeup, plump his lips a bit and pass for a younger, fertile omega….who had just given birth and was looking for a new alpha to look after him….yes….he was still ripe smelling, according to Zoro, ripe from giving birth, fresh milk, body soft, warm, inviting. Perfect for that predator.
“I will.” He declared, eyes dark, thunderous fury burning in their depths, they were almost black in his anger. He earned gasps from his family and friends and a feral sounding snarl from his alpha.
Sanji got to his feet, handing Tera to her sire, silencing him with a hiss before he could even protest. Kai would have no part in this, no place to be put in danger.
His dress shoes clicked across the floor of the galley. He was desperate to light up and smoke. So instead, he nibbled on his fingernails, thinking things through, all the while blatantly ignoring the deep unhappy rumbles coming from his mates chest.
Finally, “You, Zoro, be silent. I will contact Zeff, inform him of exactly what is going on. I go in, lure this man out. Play innocent, put upon, looking for a new alpha, I lure him out into the open.” “I kill him.” Zoro grunted, the voice and the sheer hard alpha of it in no way matching the way he was folding his robe over the body of his baby, keeping her warm and snug against his soft, large chest.
At that, Emil got to his feet, Kai shrinking back from all the alpha aggression in the room. “What? Why you? He is my fucking brother! I should have been looking after him!”
“He is my son you little shit!” Zoro growled, veins in his neck straining at the seams in his seething anger.
Emil stepped towards his sire, forceful, chest metaphorically puffed. And at that, Zoro became territorial, his baby was in his arms and he would be damned if anyone came near her. He could barely hear Nami and Brook try to calm everyone down, Usopp and Chopper making their way to Kai’s side to protect him if need be, Sanji marching back over to him, ready to strike him if need be. Zoro barely registered any of it, only the other alpha in the room, a threat. He would kill anyone, even his own son should he;
“Enough!” Came the shrill cry from the object of all their planning and anger.
Silence filled the room.
“Instead of ripping each other to pieces like brainless brute alphas, how about you ask me what I think?! What if I just want to move on and just be?” Kai cried, the emotion from him causing his daughter to start crying.
“Kai?” Came Robins peaceful voice. “He is a predator. He is a child predator who targeted you, who did the most unspeakable thing to you. In order for you to move on, I am sorry but, he does not deserve to breathe oxygen a second longer. Sanji would never put you in danger….I think he is correct for wanting to lure him out. We learn his movements, we can end all of this for you. Nobody who harms a child deserves to live.” Her eyes bore into Sanji, his meeting hers. Judge was still alive after all.
Green hair obscured the young omegas eyes as he ducked his head, gathering Sora close and leaving the galley.
Sanji waited a few seconds before taking off after his youngest son.
After a moment, Zoro piped up, not looking up from playing with his baby daughter, “Well?”
Luffy was in agreement.
The plan was set,
Now they just had to be patient and wait until they arrived at Baratie. She ship of course would need to be ‘hidden’ off site but, that could easily be done.
Patience however was not many of the crews strongest qualities.
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Sanji had taken to stress baking, everything from little bite size cakes to a massive gateaux and beyond. Luffy remained in his perch on Sunny’s head. Zoro and Emil trained until they were bruised and battered. Kai had taken over looking after the babies, resting long enough when Sanji took over or had to feed Tera. Nami was almost constantly at the helm with Jinbei with Usopp and Robin puttering about with Chopper. Franky was working overtime keeping the ship in mint condition for travel. Stress was at an all time high and more than once during the trip back to Baratie, heads butted and tempers clashed.
Zoro ended up on the couch in the galley as Sanji had thrown him out for breathing too loudly while asleep and waking the baby. Nami had bickered with Usopp over something trivial. Emil was in a constant stage of alpha rage, both at himself, at his brother, at his parents and at the man who had done what he did to his little brother. He was coiled like a spring with him and Zoro clashing on more than one occasion, resulting in the two being physically separated , Zoro being ensconced in his and Sanji’s nest until he calmed down. After the 4th incident, most of the time, Zoro had one of Sanji’s shirts draped around his neck to keep him calm and balanced, his omega’s scent soothing his ruffled feathers and raised hackles.
Emil had no such therapy method sadly and often times, he would isolate himself somewhere on the ship so that him and his sire would not swing fists or clash swords. It was becoming more and more apparent that Emil needed a mate, he needed someone to balance him, to soothe him the way that Sanji did with Zoro. He needed someone to, in layman's terms complete him as during periods of high emotion or stress, Emil couldn’t fall back on anyone for support and that broke Sanji’s heart. That was his job when his first born was young, he was the supporting omega, his birthing parent. His role was to calm his son, keep him balanced and clear and now, he was too old, his body screaming for his own mate, his own omega. He had picked his intended but she was still a bit too young and like Sanji, Emil was a gentleman, despite his carbon copy visage of his sire.
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Franky and Jinbei estimated that it would be another 72 hours at least until they were in spitting range of Baratie, then they would go under cover, like a damn spy novel, as Usopp had gleefully and also fearfully announced, sending Luffy into whoops of excitement, almost forgetting just why they were going to Baratie in the first place. Tensions and nerves rose even higher, so high that Sanji had been in his nest all day, baby Tera being snuggled into oblivion.
It must have been past midnight with Sanji rousing awake, baby still suckling from him, door to their room creaking open, the sounds of Zoro’s heavy gait entering the room. A spike of anxiety quickly dimmed as Sanji picked up his mates scent, clean, warm, calm. No doubt the man had bathed and had been meditating most of the day. The two had barely slept the night through or even shared the nest since the plan had been set in motion. This Zoro, this version of his mate was comforting. The mental fortitude it took to reign his straining alpha in, the same alpha who was both furious and terrified about what Sanji was about to do to lure in the man who forced himself on their son….their son who was still a child himself. Their son, who had bore the child of the man who forced himself upon him.
“Sorry I woke you.” A hushed peace offering, a pause, air still between them, anxious for what Sanji couldn’t quite say.
“Come here.” Equally as cautious, gentle and soft, the same softness reserved for cooing to their baby or helping soothe bumped heads and skinned knees when their boys were infants.
A pale hand gestured, long, elegant fingers suspended, waiting to be held. A gentle gurgle from the mossy haired baby on Sanji’s chest, an intake of breath, silent exhale, shuffling footsteps, clothing shucked, boots falling to the carpeted floor and a hand, larger, broader, clasped Sanji’s, a gentle pull found Zoro spilling into the nest beside his mate and baby.
“I’ve missed you.” Zoro whispered as he nosed at the underside of Sanji’s jaw.
“I’ve been right here.” He responded, leaning into the nuzzling from his mate, cautious of the baby between them and not wanting to interrupt her midnight meal.
“I’ve not been. I’m sorry.”
“It’s, mmmm, understandable.” A gentle nip and nibble from his mate gave Sanji pause, an intake of breath, still being aware of baby between them.
“All the stress, alpha pride, needing to protect and kill at the same time. My strong alpha.” Sanji sighed out, fully surrendering to the omega inside him. The one who turned him to mush, the one who caused him to fawn over his mate, the one who got him into this position in the first place. The one who, when he was 19 made him hate himself and who he was. Made him hate his secondary sex and what his body was built to do regardless of how much he wished otherwise. Who fought with him every step in having his termination. Now? He wouldn’t change it for the world. His mate, sons and daughter were testament to that. The children be bore with the man that became his mate. The man who infuriated both him and the omega inside him. Infuriated, tested, challenged, respected, acknowledged, loved….completed.
Their time apart at Whole Cake almost drove Sanji insane. They had not bonded but had solidified their new and budding partnership. Sanji thought he could part from Zoro and the rest of the crew, could save them all and dive headfirst into a marriage that a. he did not want and b. nothing would come out of save for his biological ‘fathers’ precious neck being 'saved'. Had Sanji the courage back then, he would have spoken to his crew, worked with them instead of against them. He didn’t want to marry Pudding, he didn’t want to spend the rest of his days screaming on the inside however, to keep Zeff and the Strawhats safe, he would have.
Fate was a kinder mistress than he had hoped as his eyes fluttered closed, Zoro’s nose gently running under his jaw, a shudder sweeping through Sanji at warm breath ghosting over his neck, his collar bone and cheeks starting to flush a pretty pink.
“Ahhh, Zoro….stop….the baby.” Came Sanji’s weak defence. After all, Zoro was just nuzzling and smelling his mate. It was not like he was actively mounting him right there.
“Not doing anything Sanji.” Zoro drew out Sanji’s name, knowing full well that hearing his own name from Zoro’s lips in such a way made the omega’s knees weak. Sanji was a very visceral lover. He needed touch, taste, scent, sound, to see….everything. He needed every sense when they were in bed together and in turn, gifted Zoro with all of his senses when roles were occasionally reversed.
Zoro’s tongue snuck out, licking gently on the underside of Sanji’s jaw, his mates quiet inhale, a tremble in his bottom lip followed by a shaky breathy exhale. “The baby you horny house plant.”
“Mmmm, what about her?” Came Zoro’s sigh into Sanji’s ear. “M’not doing anything. Just tasting, smelling.”
Sanji held his breath, feeling himself harden, feeling his body prepare him to accept his mate. “Give me 10 damn minutes Zoro.” Sanji hissed, pushing his arousal back so he could concentrate on feeding his newborn.
“Hmpf fine.” Came the dejected huff from his mate as he dropped off, weight, tongue and lips leaving Sanji’s body so he could fully concentrate on the little princess currently having her final meal from him.
“No need to sulk.” Sanji chastised, bent knee knocking against Zoro’s as his mate crossed his arms over his chest, bottom lip petted like a child. “Are you 5? The boys used to sulk like that when they didn’t have their way. I have to put the baby first marimo, you know this.”
“I know….it’s just….everything that you are gonna do at Baratie. Makes my damn skin itch. I wanna bite and claw and mark and scent. I want everyone to know that you are mines and likewise.”
“And I will be, I am, always have been. But I have to do this. I refuse to let our son, our child step back into a place of vulnerability. I refuse to let him risk himself. I smell like I have just given birth, any alpha will be able to smell milk, fertility….I can, no, I must do this to give Kai closure so he can go back to Baratie, continue to hone his profession and raise our granddaughter in peace….well, as much peace as there is on that damn ship.”
“If he touches you Sanji. If he sets so much as a breath on you. I will kill him.”
“That is the plan. Now, take her, do your job, let me clean up.” Sanji requested, handing the full and content baby over to Zoro so he could do the job of winding her. The last thing they needed was a sick baby while they were trying to have some alone time.
Zoro jostled a towel over his shoulder, hands expertly maneouvering the baby up, holding her safely and securely as he rubbed at her back. She was so large for such a young baby, giving Zoro pause as he continued to walk around the room, humming lowly, trying to wind her. How big would she grow? Would she rival the size of some denizens of Wano like Kiku and Yamato? Apparently Sanji’s waste of skin biological father was extremely tall and broad….would she end up like them? And what of Sanji’s latent genes? Would some of that pass to her? Kai and Emil could heal quite quickly, nothing like their birthing parent but, beyond that of a normal person. Would Tera be in essence a perfect soldier? Tall, broad, strong, almost unkillable? That made him shudder. He couldn’t picture his angel, his princess, his mossy haired baby as an emotionless killer. He hoped to the heavens that it would never come to pass.
The spit up that night was on epic proportions with it practically sailing past the towel and instead splattering down Zoro’s back….fantastic. Zoro eyed his daughter with suspicion as he changed her for bed, eyebrow raised at the bubbles she was blowing, knowing that she was plotting something. Something to lure Sanji out of his arms and her back into his. Zoro just knew it. She really was just like her sire. Wanting to be the centre of Sanji’s world and attention much of the time. Sneaky little baby.
He wiped his back and shoulder down before scooping Tera up, still looking at her with suspicion. Her massive blue eyes met his lone eye, crinkling slightly at the sight of her sire. Almost like she was preparing for battle, analysing the battlefield and the enemy. The enemy being her sire who was desperate for some time with his mate and her birthing parent. Zoro didn’t know if he could win this contest for Sanji’s instincts as a new parent would push him to cater to his child’s every whim. She metaphorically asked him to jump, Sanji would immediately ask how high.
Perhaps making love to Sanji was off the cards tonight. Sanji didn’t seem to be completely there for it and Zoro would rather run himself through than try and coerce his mate into something he was not fully on board with. Maybe a night snuggling with Tera would be in both of their best interests, especially after the stress of them being separated.
Zoro continued his slow waltz around the room with his daughter in his arms. He inhaled her new scent, still smelling strongly of Sanji and milk but over time, her own scent would filter out everything else, helping to bring her into her own person. A unique blend of her parents and herself. Her hair was so fluffy as Zoro gently kissed the top of her head, mossy strands tickling his nose. Her hair looked to have a curl in it, much like Sanji’s own did. Wouldn’t that be beautiful as she grew?
He felt overwhelmed, every neuron firing as he looked at his daughter, their miracle. He could scarcely believe that she was here, in his arms, a strong, heavy, solid weight. He didn’t care that many would look at him and Sanji and think them wrong for having children at such an age. He didn’t care if people judged Sanji for asking Ivan to help them. He just cared about the bundle in his arms as her eyes started glazing over, sleep overcoming her need and want to snuggle into her sire’s chest, fingers rhythmically squeezing over his soft pectoral.
If his 19 year old self could see him now….if he could see his 19 year old self now. There was so much he could show and tell him. So much that he would accomplish. Greatest Swordsman rung a bit hollow now that he had his sons, daughter and granddaughter. Being the greatest paled in comparison to the children that Sanji, his mate, his omega gave him…no, not gave, gifted.
Zoro sometimes wondered if Sanji felt the same. Did their children rival or overtake the joy in Sanji’s eyes the day they found All Blue? But then, he thought about how Sanji was with their young and yes, no doubt Sanji felt the same. Nothing could come close to the joy that their children had brought them and was continuing to bring them. Now they had a granddaughter and soon enough, Emil would propose bonding and marriage to Usopp and Kaya’s daughter, no doubt bringing more children into the Strawhats.
He was smiling stupidly at himself, too wrapped up in his thoughts and daughter that he barely felt Sanji start to remove her from his grasp. “Finally asleep. Greedy little marimo.” He whispered as he lightly pecked the top of her head. He made to put her in her crib, complete with her own small nest before Zoro stopped him. A sheepish blush across his cheeks then a muffled, “Wanna snuggle with you and her.”
“No sex?”
Zoro shook his head, fingers wringing together. He just wanted to cuddle his mate and newborn, stay awake all night and watch over them.
“Where did the horny marimo go?”
Zoro shrugged as he dropped heavily into their nest, arranging the blankets so that Sanji and Tera could slip in infront of him, Sanji’s back to Zoro’s chest so that Zoro could wrap his arms around them both as they slept. He held the blankets up expectantly as Sanji cocked his hip, naked as the day he was born, baby weight, stretch marks, swollen breasts, hair fluffy and curling and never looking as beautiful as he did in that second.
Sanji said nothing as he got into the nest, shuffling into place, mate at his back, trying to not wake the slumbering baby in his arms. He took a few seconds to fuss with blankets, making an indent for her to lie in so she wouldn’t roll off the nest. A chesty gurgle as she was gently placed down in the warm, familiar smelling blankets. Sanji gently draped an arm over his daughter, fingers toying with the ends of her hair as she slept. Zoro’s arm mirrored on him what his was doing with the baby. he felt safe, secure and loved as Zoro’s chest practically vibrated against his back. A rumble, a purr one could say, one of pure contentment.
Then, as if from nowhere, I ripple of uncertainty ran through Sanji as he lay there, alpha at his back, baby at his front….where had the horny Zoro from just a few minutes ago vanish off to? Did he look at Sanji naked, see the deep purple stretch marks on his belly, hips and breast and just see an overweight omega? Did he find his puffy hair and dark circles under his eyes completely awful? Did he no longer see him as he saw him 20 years ago when they were younger men?
He started as Zoro’s nose burrowed into his hair, skin prickling as he heard and felt Zoro inhale followed by a ‘mmmmmmm’ sound, long, quiet, deep, rumbling against his back, vibrating down his spinal cord.
“Smell so good Sanji.” Came a sleep addled murmur against his frazzled hair. And along with that, another sweep of anxiety burned at the back of Sanji’s skull. He nibbled on the tip of his tongue, almost fearing the words that he wanted to speak. His gaze shifted to his baby daughter in her own little nest, wrapped up all safe and warm and totally unaware of the turmoil seeping from her birthing parent.
The words were like a pot about to boil over, he was going to spill over, fizzle all over the hob and there was nothing he could do to cool the temperature.
“Zoro?” He whispered into the silence of the room. Tera gurgled a bit but did not stir. “Hmm?” Came the low sleepy drawl from his mate. Zoro’s arm tightening that little bit over Sanji’s body, shifting him that little bit closer in the warmth of their nest.
“Why did you change your mind?"
“Change my mind? What about?”
“Having sex with me. Why? Am I not….desirable?”
Zoro pulled away at that. There it was, the rejection that Sanji was expecting. His alpha, his mate no longer wanted to mount him. He was infertile, overweight, old….and Zoro was still all hard male, strong, honourable, fertile and most certainly deserved an omega who was still fertile, could give him more young.
He shut his eyes as the blankets shifted, Zoro pulling himself up sitting before a large, calloused hand snagged his waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he started to ease Sanji round.
Sanji went almost begrudgingly. He didn’t want to hear his mate tell him that he found him repulsive. And yet, his body moved, rolled with the gentle pull of his mate. His eyes finally left Tera as his head whipped around. She never moved, never stirred, a deep sleeper like her sire.
“Look at me.” A demand, a command and Sanji couldn’t and didn’t refuse.
His eyes met Zoro’s one eye, its stare intense, overwhelming, causing Sanji’s heart to seize in his chest.
“Where has this come from Sanji?” Another demand, this time laced with hurt.
“It’s just….you dismissed us….didn’t want to touch me.” Sanji felt so stupid and pathetic right at that second. What was this? Where was this coming from? What was so wrong with having a warm, cozy night snuggling with their new baby?
“I didn’t want to touch you? Sanji, I never want to stop touching you. It’s just, with everything that has been happening, I just wanted to hold you and Tera tonight. I wanted to put my own lust aside and just hold my mate and baby.”
“I….I just thought….” “What? That you’re fat? Old? Ugly? That I don’t want to touch the man who gave me my children? The man who cooks for me, looks after me, supports me, compliments my strengths and weaknesses, stands equal to me on the battlefield, pisses me the fuck off? Sanji, do you even know me?”
Sanji averted his gaze from his mate. He was right. He was fucking right. Of course he was. Sanji and his anxiety about his body, being and place in the crew struck again and he fell for it again. He wished he could just reach into his head and rip those thoughts out. He wished he could ignore that burning at the base of his skull, the tingling in his fingertips as adrenaline flooded his body, making him twitch and sweat. He wished he was more like his mate.
“Look at me. That fucking brain of yours Sanji. Do you not know how much I love you? How beautiful you are? How good you smell? How you are an asshole and also the kindest man in the world? If you don’t, I’m the one that has been doing a shit job of it. Me changing my mind about fucking you.’ .’The baby.’ "‘She’s fine. Me changing my mind about fucking you is not reflection on you or how you perceive yourself. With everything that has been going on, I wanna just cuddle, nuzzle and sleep….ok?”
Sanji’s eyes watered. Zoro was right. He was always right when it came to things like this. He didn’t beat around the bush. He didn’t use flowery words of whirl about like an idiot like he did. He spoke simply, focused, to the point. Sure his tone may have been abrupt but, it was what Sanji needed to hear, to quell the distrustful voices in his head, voices that emerged through years of abuse and torture by his birth family. He needed Zoro to tell him he was beautiful, that there was no-one else for him. Likewise he needed the crew to tell him how amazing his food was, Nami to tell him how cinched his waist looks in that corset, Robin to tell him how helpful he was for helping carry her books, Chopper to tell him how well he was doing for almost giving up smoking before he fell pregnant again. He hated that he needed affirmation, hated that he needed to still feel like he was a part of the crew, that they wouldn’t just replace him one day.
He hated it and at the same time, loved it. Loved them. Down to their very bones.
“Yeah, yeah….I’m ok.” He whispered, voice quivering, face burrowing into his mates soft, so soft chest, feeling the warm skin, hearing his heart beating. Sanji raised his arm, fingers gripping the flesh on Zoro’s chest, pushing in, eyes closing, feeling that pulsing heartbeat, strong, hard, sure.
“It beats for you Sanji."
“I know.”
“Always has, always will.”
“I know.”
“Now, shuffle Tera over, get her all warm and cozy between us yeah?”
Zoro watched, eye starting to close over as sleep started to overcome him as Sanji gently, reverently gathered up their baby, nesting her comfortably between them, a grumble and a flail of her fists and feet before she settled in, chest gently rising and falling. Zoro placed his hand over her chest, just feeling her breathing, feeling the life flowing through her. Sanji wrapper his arm over Zoro’s waist, fingers toying with the skin, tickling so gently over his mates side and belly. He couldn’t find sleep so instead, he watched Zoro, watched Tera, gently guided her to latch on when she woke, hungry and cranky….just like her sire.
He had to keep calm, had to keep his mate calm….Baratie was almost on the horizon.