Summary: Silver Blood (Y/N) is just trying to get through pregnancy.

Without killing the men.

Good luck with that!

Pregnancy throughout the trimesters  with the different men~

Modern! AU
Strong Drabble(?)

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Smoker: Reading

Smoker has been diligent the past four weeks you noticed. He was serious in his studying for the baby after he came from work, you started to feel bad.

So when you were moved to maintaining the desk at the station due to your condition, you did your best in doing some research too. Mostly it had to do with why you're throwing up so much or why you constantly want a nap as you sit on your desk doing nothing. Your breasts felt heavy constantly too, you thought that was supposed to happen later on but you guess not. Another thing has been bothering you too, and it's leaving you flustered—along with how you googled answers for your own and others who are experiencing it or experienced it too isn't exactly making you feel better.

Maybe you're not exactly researching what you need to...

You sighed as you sat in your kitchen island of your house, playing with your glass of (fav. citrus juice). You could hear Smoker behind you on the couch in the living room shift his head towards you, his book of "A Guide to a Healthy Pregnancy" on his lap.

"What's wrong? Still feeling nauseous? We can try something else if the juice isn't helping." You turned your head towards him as Smoker moved his hand to the coffee table to the pile of books he had there, opening one to a bookmark as he scanned for what he searched for with serious eyes. "We can always try to use ginger, there's tea or even candy to help with it. We already have the aromatherapy to help too and you've been surprisingly doing well in taking your vitamins on time—" You stood up from the chair and began to walk towards him as he kept his head down on the many books he's gathered to make sure you and the baby were healthy, with notes written in on sticky notes. You couldn't help but notice the bags under his slightly reddened eyes. "You've still been exercising even though I tell you to take it easy too. You really need to learn to stop doing that for later on though, (Y/N). You're not just taking care of yourself anymore, you're also taking care of—"

You cut him off when you put your arms around his neck behind the couch, your chin to his shoulder.

"Smobaka~," you admonished in a caring tone, nuzzling his neck with your nose as he put a soft hand to an arm around his neck. "I know you're worried but you have to rest too. You're working too hard. I know you're just worried about me and the baby but...who's gonna take care of you?" Smoker inhaled and you shifted, moving and jumping over the back of the couch. Ignoring how Smoker gave you a disapproving look and his call of your name in warning. Instead moving to pick up a book about pregnancy week by week and opening up to a page about the second trimester, nonchalantly reading it as you moved to lean your back against Smoker's side—moving his arm to kay on the back of the couch as you got comfortable. "Besides. It's supposed to be a team effort right? I'm good at that. I've actually been researching on my own too, ya know."

Smoker rose a brow.

"Have you?"

"You sound a little too disbelieving but that's alright. I actually mainly used Google but you know—"

"Google isn't a reliable source, (Y/N)."

"I don't exactly walk around with a backpack filled with pregnancy books, Smokey. Someone might need a smoke."

"I can't smoke," Smoker sighed, palming his face. "You know that. Unless you want me to just stay outside."

"Careful, Smokey. My hormonal butt might one day take you up on that. Maybe replace you whenever we get those soft looking body pillows when I get fatter."

"You're not getting fat." Smoker deadpanned, moving his arm to wrap around you and bring you closer to his side. "I rather not sleep outside either so I'll be mindful."

"That's what you're supposed to say," you replied, lips trying to control the grin on your face and failing. (E/c) eyes continuing to scan through the lines of the book on your bent knees. "I'm gonna get fat though. No lie in that. But—." You cut yourself right when you read a line and you felt an uncomfortable gurgle in your stomach, body stiffening which Smoker took note of.

"(Y/N)?"

"Move!" You pushed him away, hand to your mouth as you ran to the bathroom and threw up acidic bile from your throat that burned and made your eyes water as you retched. Smoker quickly appearing and holding your forehead as you threw up, another hand to your back. You spitting in the toilet after you were done, grabbing the tissue paper Smoker handed you and wiping your mouth with a groan. "I...hate this..."

"You shouldn't have jumped over the couch."

"That's not...ugh, whatever. Maybe I shouldn't have," you attested, getting up from the toilet and rinsing your mouth as Smoker looked at you with crossed arms, finishing with a final spit as you stared at him through the mirror. "But...well, I read something in that book that sort of...well—concerned me."

Smoker tilted his head as his brows furrowed.

"Was it the possible complications? I read up on the signs and I know what to watch out for and I can teach you too so it doesn't become serious."

"No," you shook your head, your face slightly red as you turned your body towards him, hands on the sink counter behind you as you looked up at him. "I—w-well...apparently there's this...something peaks I guess when I reach my second trimester..."

Smoker stared at you with deep furrowed brows for a moment before his brows arched and he also released a slight flush on his cheeks as he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh."

"Yeah," you repeated, scratching your left heated cheek. "Oh."

"We'll," Smoker cleared his throat, "We'll deal with that when we get there." He put a hand to your shoulder and motioned for you to lay down to the living room as the both of you walked and sat on the couch, moving to turn on the TV to a random show you like. "Let's focus on the now though."

"But what if I—"

"Later."

"But how would we—"

"Oh, just—please. Let's talk about that later."

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Crocodile: Cravings

You were trying to ignore it.

You really were.

But you're suddenly so hungry and you really, really need it. More than anything you ever needed in your entire life. Which is saying something.

You just woke up with it, as you laid in you and Crocodile's bed with him sleeping soundly next to you—an arm around your waist with a hand carefully upon your little bump of your stomach that showcased you were nine weeks with the starving bugger that's making you feel all this.

You tried going back to sleep, rationalizing to yourself that you ate before going to sleep without throwing up at all today. Crocodile has been good in giving you the best meals for your pregnant self—although you still feel weird he's asked the extra help around their large two story house. He also made sure that none of his business meetings will be needed when they made doctor appointments, always there by your side no matter if he had to cancel or not. You think he even broke a partnership with another company since they refused to change the date just because you got knocked up, it's not like you were going to labor or anything anytime soon.

Crocodile quickly shut them down after that. The company's reputation also ruined due to how they didn't care about women—with company's ex-female workers and current workers springing up about the company's treatment towards them and the atmosphere of where they worked was truly horrible.

You know exactly how all these women suddenly felt brave enough to speak while others you think exaggerated their stories to make sure the company would fall.

Crocodile of course didn't tell you what happened that day. You found out by Bon later on, a week after the mess of this company's reputation being cancelled everywhere when the two of you went out for lunch. You remember coming home and going to Crocodile's office and massaging his tense shoulders as he asked what this was for. You only grinning and moving to sit on his lap, giving a peck to his scarred cheek as you told him what you heard he did. And you wondered why he came home that day the company made those statements with a huge scowl on his face. Crocodile only saying he doesn't like working with idiots who don't understand simple subjects, as he wrapped an arm around you with his hand to your stomach with his fingers grazing it gently. As if a firmer touch would hurt you or the baby.

It made you all warm inside so you didn't leave his lap no matter if he complained he was working, he was silent the rest of the time as you nuzzled on his chest and put half his fur coat on you. Although he did comment you were getting clingy which you also noticed and blame on your hormones but you just told him to shut up if he likes it. Which he did, after humming and saying to fix yourself a little so he could work around you easier.

His assent only made you happier.

Crocodile has a way of making you really happy and want to kiss him all over, although he can still have his moments where he acts stupid.

But you don't wanna bother him despite his stupid moments. He wakes up way too early, earlier than you since he likes to prepare accordingly for his work day.

You really, really want that though.

You turned on the bed, putting a hand to his cheek.

"Hey," you called tiredly, voice raspy from sleep as Crocodile's brows furrowed. "Hey, Crocy, wake up."

Crocodile opened his eyes blearily, blinking slowly. It would make you laugh and poke fun at his sleepy face if you weren't so desperate.

"What?" Crocodile rasped. "What is it?" You felt his arm move for his hand to back on your stomach, rubbing his thumb against it as he closed his eyes back again. Making a distracted noise when you pushed against his shoulder.

"I—you're gonna kill me but I really need you right now, Crocodile."

His eyes opened once more, spotting your sincere expression with your brows furrowed before his eyes managed to focus more on you in attention.

"If I wanted you dead, it would've happened long ago. Now what woke you up that made you wake me at—" he lifted his head to see the alarm and narrowed his eyes before turning back to your sheepish ones. "—1:30 in the morning. Is it the baby?"

"In a way it is but you know I love you, right?"

"(Y/N), what is it?"

"I need to have a (watermelon/pickles) and (peanut butter/bacon) please."

Crocodile stared.

"...you're joking."

You put your chin on his chest as you stared at him with pleading eyes.

"Pleaaaseeee? I wouldn't wake you up if I didn't need it—"

"Need it?"

"—I really need to eat those things right now. Like right now. I can't fall back asleep if I don't get it. Please, Crocodile. I might seriously die if I don't eat those things now."

Crocodile threw you an unbelieving stare before his brows furrowed.

"Are you crying?"

You sniffed, feeling a little confused yourself but Crocodile looks like he's not gonna get what you need and why isn't he just listening to you and see how important this is and—

You felt your eyes burn as tears went down your face as you pressed your chin more on his chest as Crocodile sweatdropped before sighing.

"Stop that. I was going to get it." He sat up after moving you away from him, your tears stopping in surprise as he dialed on his phone, muttering "I'm going to have to give him a raise after this..."

"Wait!" You shot your hand towards his phone, having him hang up on Daz as Crocodile looked over at you with a questioning frown. "I don't want to bother anyone else cause of me."

"So you just want to bother me than?" Your mouth trembled as you asked him if you were just a bother, Crocodile looking at you uncomfortably before he shushed you quietly with a kiss to your forehead. "No. You're not. I didn't meant it like that. I'll head out to get them now."

Crocodile stood and moved to put a long sleeved blouse and dress pants as you stared, wiping your eyes.

"Really?"

"I'm getting dressed aren't I?" You threw a pillow at his head, having it land successfully at the back of it just as he put his pants on. Him turning to spot your teary glare. "What?"

"You don't have to be so sarcastic and mean about it."

"I wasn't—" Crocodile took a steadying breath, hand to the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to need coffee..." he muttered as he sat down on the bed to put his shoes on only to motion his hand at you to come here. You eventually doing so after making an unimpressed "hmph", on your bent knees and next to his side as you pouted down at his lap. Only to meet his eyes when he raised your chin, his expression set. "Don't make that face. I'm going to get it. Do you want anything else?"

You shook your head, lips twitching upwards at his question. He clearly didn't want to do this and is tired but he's willing to give you what you want anyways and—

"What did I say this time?" Crocodile asked, exasperated as tears went down your face once more.

"I—" you blubbered with watery eyes and a shaky smile. "I really love you, Crocy." You stated as you hid your face against his neck and surely making his shirt wet.

Crocodile exhaled through his nose and put a hand to your back as he rubbed, chin to your head.

"I know. Now get off so I can get it."

"You—you don't love me!"

"That's not what I meant."

"You're not saying it!"

"I love you. Let me get what you and the baby need—you're crying harder. How are you crying harder?"

"You..." you sniffed, " you're j-just really amazing Crocodile! L-Like the best! Ah, you're making a weird face that you do when embarrassed."

"...I'm not going back to sleep at this rate."

"I appreciate you so much, Crocodile. Like a lot. Like you do so much even when I don't ask you too and sometimes it's stupid but it feels nice too. Oh, can you get bubble gum toothpaste too?"

"I will. If you let me go."

In the end you managed to let Crocodile go, after he gave you another comforting kiss to your head. Him coming back with what you wanted and you eating it happily, but not before tip toeing and giving an appreciative kiss to the lips for his hard work.

Crocodile later on his building only allowing Daz to bother him today as he drank his coffee. And if Daz had a missed call at a certain time in the night, he didn't mention it like how he didn't ask about his boss's tired eyes. Just like he won't mention he was awake at that time and didn't feel the need to answer.

Especially since his phone only rang thrice before stopping. He needs to get a raise if his boss wants him to work late nights.

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Doflamingo: Shopping

"Say (Y/N), do you think we should buy this tan crib or this white one? I can't seem to choose although the white one will look better since we painted the room pink. But the light tan one is a four in one than the white's three in one. Any offspring of ours should get the best of the best, fufufu~. But really, which one?"

"Uhhhh...what does the numbers mean? If we can convert it later when the baby gets bigger right?"

Doflamingo hummed, sunglasses gleaming as he grinned while looking at a box.

"Yup! This one even says it can even turn to a full size bed later on and even take her to college! Of course if she wants to," Doflamingo corrected himself as he turned towards you, one hand to the box as he faces you leaning against the shopping cart with a bewildered look on your face. "Don't really need a degree to start a business. Although, past experience can help and be a plus."

"I don't really get why we would need that, we could just buy a bed later." You turned your eyes to the prices and widened your eyes, sputtering. "This—thats way too expensive, Mingo! We should try to pace ourselves or something at least. Aren't there portable cribs out there that can work just as easily?"

"You worry too much, my little officer~," Doflamingo's tall seven foot and six inches form moved and he put an arm around your shoulders, fingers grazing your skin due to your short sleeved maternity blouse you were wearing today due to your eighteen week belly that was still surprisingly slim and only appeared as if a grapefruit was under your shirt. He leaned down closer to your head, talking near your ear. "Don't worry about the numbers. I can handle that. Anything for my Queen and Princess after all~."

You flushed at that, ever since him finding out the gender that's all he's been saying. Along with he's lucky he's going to have his girls around him whenever he's feeling cranky, that the two of you would make him feel better.

Of course the sweetness will fly away once he would make a flirtatious remark—about his lap still going to be your throne no matter what happens.

The perverted man managed to trick you, that was the only explanation you could give when you asked him confused that you thought he said his face was your throne.

You realized too late when the words left your mouth as you felt your expression turn into embarrassment, your skin growing heated as Doflamingo's grin grew impossibly wide. Him stating with his devilish tongue slightly out that you were right and that your throne is ready to warm you anytime.

You could only stutter out that he somehow tricked you into saying that, Doflamingo only moving towards you and trapping you by the kitchen counter as he leaned forward that he didn't need to, you seem to know your exact position when it comes to him.

You grew heated at that, only seeming to grow more when he moved down and put you atop the counter—fingers moving to your pants and going down as you stuttered that they can't keep doing this on here with Doflamingo only replying he's going to help you a bit.

You blame your hormones for letting him. You've been impossibly needy and you've been doing your best to keep yourself in check but Doflamingo seems to like riling you up by how his hands would graze your skin and neck or his mouth near your ear as he spoke tickled in a different sort of way. He has to be doing it on purpose. He has to know about how the second trimester of pregnancy seems to bring a woman's libido up to impossibly high peaks along with sensitivity.

Either way, after discovering the sex of their baby at fifteen weeks with them finally able to have time to shop for some items of the nursery, you've managed to find other ways to keep you distracted after Doflamingo...treated you that day.

Besides...isn't sex while pregnant weird?

That's the way you rationalized it and perhaps why you've been feeling out of sorts lately. Feeling that you're not yourself, your body changes and your symptoms making you feel less. You know Doflamingo doesn't seem to care, finds you desirable whenever and wherever you are or what you're doing. Before you got pregnant and at the beginning of it they did it in the morning after all.

A man that doesn't mind your morning breath is a man indeed.

Still...despite all that, it hasn't stopped your self-consciousness. You blame the hormones on that too, because despite your self-consciousness you're at a constant need for him.

Even now as had his three piece black suit on with a pink tie and his unique feathery coat on his shoulders as he moved around to the other cribs, speaking about the details but still being mindful of how it looks to match what they already have in the room. You also noticing he's trying to be more practical with the cribs for your sake but not really, the prices still being ridiculously high in your opinion. Although you were aware that he could afford it with his salary compared to yours, you still feel like he shouldn't have to. Even as of right now with his willingness to always get you what you want if you even seem a tad interested in something or his willingness to even make sure to do the shopping with you for everything since you didn't really have many female friends, outside of Hina, Tashigi, and Isuka but they were busy and you preferred to do it with him. Doflamingo doing all his work quickly and days in advance to make sure the two of you would have plenty of time for themselves and for this, for their daughter. Even if he ran a risk of ruining other company relations, and you're sure he did and doesn't want to tell you—not wanting to worry your pretty little head since you already worry plenty enough as he likes to say. You really don't think you worry much—the man is just shameless compared to you.

The fact that you knew he would drop everything for you made you want to jump him right now or just hug him till they reach oblivion.

You internally shook your thoughts away, lest they get into more detail in imagination.

Still, there was wayyyy too many options for each baby product. From cribs, to car seats, to breast pumps all the way to the different brands of diapers that promised something or other.

You didn't know shopping for babies could get so complicated.

"How about this one?" You motioned towards a white bordered crib with light wooden bars that had two drawers in the bottom. Doflamingo turning towards you in attention, moving to get closer with his feathery coat grazing your skin and his arm grazing your swollen chest making you swallow as you pointed. "It's cheaper than the other one but still converts when she grows up. It can fit with the other furniture we got too, I think. And all that pink."

Doflamingo hummed before gasping exaggeratedly, tilting his head down towards you and wrapped an arm around your waist and tugging you to his side. His hand feeling warm and hot even through your blouse and you're hoping your breasts aren't leaking again, you're not wearing breast pads since you thought the shopping would be short. Which just makes you feel like an idiot.

"You love the pink."

"Not as much as you. You seem to have this need to have it always on you in some way. You also think everyone else should wear pink. You were even confused at the gender reveal party when pink balloons came out."

Doflamingo chuckled, leaning down and bringing you to in front of him now by your waist and you swallowed again when you felt him on your lower back although it wasn't even hard, it still made your hands clench on your side before putting one to his covered arm.

"Fufufu~. It could've been my family thinking to please me really. The color isn't just for girls you know, anyone can wear it. Of course," you felt his sinful lips that can unmake move against your ear and you clenched your jaw to stop you from tensing, but your hand on his arm did clench a tad. "No one wears it better than me. You know that~." You kept silent and Doflamingo turned his attention to the crib, squinting his clear blue eyes behind his glasses. "Hmmm, it wouldn't hurt to splurge a bit more for her but this will do. We can call a worker for them to put it in the car for us and have someone install it in the room later. Next is the sheets for the crib although we can just put the ones we want on the registry if you don't want to get it now."

"Registry."

Doflamingo looked down at you due to your tense tone, staring at you in interest before shrugging and bringing you closer with a smile.

"Whatever you want, little (Y/N)."

"You."

Doflamingo blinked, smile faltering before laughing, his breath hitting your ear.

"That's sweet but you already have me~. I can't exactly be bought or sold. Unless of course it's for the right price—" Doflamingo cut himself off with wide eyes as your free hand reached around between them and palmed him, making the perverted man slightly flush at your boldness as his gaze flitted around their surroundings in the baby store to make sure no one was around and the possible thrill of someone seeing only made him get more turned on. "If you wanted me like that you should be more specific."

You turned your body towards him, blood pumping everywhere and heat seeming to come off your skin as you tilted your head up at Doflamingo, expression set as you tugged him down by his tie and kissed a deep meaningful with a nip to his lip before leaning back to see Doflamingo's serious expression.

"We need to go to the car."

His lips twitched up, glasses gleaming.

"But what about the items we got and," Doflamingo's hand on your waist moved to the bump of your stomach as he tilted his head at you. "You seemed scared before unless you mean you want your royal ass on my face—"

You cut him off with another kiss, needy as your hand cupped his hardness.

"You. Now. Car. You did this."

"...Fufufu, I can put this in the registry for now or have them hold it till we come back."

"Now, Doflamingo."

"I do love it when you command like that."

After Doflamingo handled their items, you quickly tugging him to the silver Bentley that was in the middle end of the parking lot with tinted windows and practically attacking him as if you were starving with Doflamingo admitting he searched up positions to not hurt you or the baby(you throwing him a glare at that because it just showed even more he teased you on purpose) you fixing your clothes since he likes to touch you everywhere even though he put his fur coat around you. Doflamingo leaning back against the car seat, his blond hair tousled on his head as he had a self satisfied grin on his face.

"I think we just committed public indecency, officer. We should be wearing handcuffs for the crime~."

You narrowed your eyes at him, huffing as you sat in between his legs.

"We should've been charged a long time ago but here we are."

"Fufufu~, how lucky am I that I have a woman in the force to make sure I don't get put away. That would be unfortunate. Also one fun to tease!"

Your jaw dropped before clenching, leaning on his chest as an arm moved to your hip to keep you from falling onto the car floor.

"You were doing that on purpose!"

"Hey, don't blame me~. I was just experimenting how long you could hold out in not having me in you. Longer than I expected due to how I read women get extra sensitive," you felt his hand squeeze your hip appreciatively as the glasses on the tip of his nose showcased his mesmerizing crystal blue eyes. "And don't think I didn't notice how you moved to other methods either to help." You flushed at his knowing look, before blinking as his lips thinned. "Really, (Y/N). Embarrassed enough to not talk to me about your concerns? You should know already how I feel when it comes to you. Are you...doubting me?"

You quickly shook your head, Doflamingo shoulders relaxing at your quick denial but he still tilted his head at you as you looked down to his chest and played with his tie.

"It's just...it should feel wrong when I'm like this. Like—like I shouldn't need to feel like this or the both of us to...I don't know. I know other people go through it but..."

"It didn't help your worries," Doflamingo finished for you and you nodded. Doflamingo's frown deepening before he fixed you with a steady gaze. "Did this help with that? You know already, my little (Y/N)."

Your lips twitched as your eyes softened.

You did. You did know.

Doflamingo made it feel natural despite your added weight and still spoke to you how he normally did during it. And went through the motions even with your desperate butt and how easy you released compared to normal that only made his teasing more relentless, but still—it was normal.

Doflamingo didn't mind at all and neither should you.

You leaned down and gave him a peck to his lips in answer.

"Yes. Thank you, Doflamingo."

Doflamingo's lips rose as he squeezed your hip once more and his other grazing back and forth on your back that was covered with his feathery coat.

"Anytime," he winked, "I'm at your beck and call, officer. Order and I'll do~."

You groaned, leaning your head on him.

"Can you shut up?"

"That's an impossible order. Try another one! Maybe threaten me with your baton too."

"You're ruining the nice moment," you murmured as you closed your eyes, a hand to his chest and another to his shoulder. "You're lucky I don't feel like smacking you right now."

"Lucky indeed~. Funny, since you're cuddling on me."

"Mingo."

"Fufufufu~, you're just so cute." You felt something rub against your head and you think it was Doflamingo's nose as his hand on your back moves to the back of your neck. You saying a warning "Oi" when his hand on your hip lowered to cup a cheek that only made him laugh, his chest shaking under you as you shushed him by putting a hand to his grinning mouth. "You're so cute~. I have such a sweet lady officer all to myself and no one else. I'll only share you when our little princess comes. Hope the Queen forgives me though if I focus on her too much."

"B-be quiet. Your laughing is making you shake."

"You're playing shy again but that's okay. You're just making me want to eat you up that way. Do you want me to?"

You flushed, putting your chin on his chest as you mockly glared at his grinning winking face. Deciding to take the sunglasses and putting it on as you stared at him through the shades with a small frown.

"Just shush," you gave him another kiss to perhaps help, giving a swipe to his tongue as he smiled, assenting to you as you pulled back to lay your chin on his chest before giving him a peck to his neck. "And thank you. Again."

Doflamingo only smiled as he tipped your chin with a finger.

"Anything for you, my cute Queen."

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Mihawk: Breathing

"You did better than last time, (Y/N). You don't need to be so concerned yet, there's still time."

"I just don't understand it! It's just breathing, it shouldn't be complicated. And I feel like that instructor is—OUCH!" You cut yourself off, hand to below the large bump in your stomach as you winced and stopped for a moment as they walked back to the car from the pregnancy care center. Mihawk immediately honing in and eyes flickering in concern as he tightened the hold around your shoulders to perhaps prevent you from falling. "Shit, she's kicking like crazy lately. I think it's the classes. She hates them too, we should stop."

Honestly, you really hate these breathing classes. Or Lamaze classes or birthing classes or just whatever they're called!

You're pretty sure you know how to breathe, you're doing it right now!

And you think about what others have said that these classes you can carry even after the birth for other things is total bullshit. Who says that stuff? You don't need to know all these medications that you can't pronounce right for later on or how you shouldn't put too much pressure on your back when laying down for other stuff besides getting pregnant again.

You're not even sure you want another kid, these months of not having what you wanna eat but can't cause it's dangerous for their daughter is pure torture! Torture you say!

And you haven't gone through the labor yet! Ever since you could remember, people have said the worst pain imaginable is going through the birthing process. Feeling like you're going to be split open, all the blood pouring out of you and hours of pushing as a large head is trying to be released only for it to come out an inch despite all your hard work.

It sounds terrifying.

You think the limit on all the foods you can't eat is the true horror.

When you would get in your moods of being a little depressed on not getting to eat the restricted foods, Mihawk would remind you that after their daughter is born—they can have a buffet of all the foods you were unable to eat, him saying it with a promising kiss to your hand and wrist.

It made you feel better.

It didn't make the cravings go away though.

"It's only going to be worse for you when she comes," Mihawk reminded you gently, them moving once more back to the car as you held your stomach and grumbled that you think you could handle it. "You'll need to know how to properly apply the techniques and remember the advise. It'll make it easier on you and less painful if it takes longer than expected for whatever reason."

"I understand the other stuff," you defended yourself with a frustrated expression, getting in their car once Mihawk opened the door for you and assisted you in with his hand clasped on your own. You looking down with a frown and rubbing your bump in thought as Mihawk closed the door on your side and came in and started the car. "I think the snobby teacher doesn't like me—"

"That's not the cause."

"—well, I don't know than! I feel like I'm good at the positions I'm gonna have to do when she comes but she always makes these little comments that don't help at all." You crossed your arms, looking out the window as Mihawk drove out the parking space and was getting on the road back home. "And I don't like how the other people in the classes stare at us either..."

You especially noticed it during the first class, the other couples or pregnant women with the partners they brought that day kept looking.

You know exactly why.

One of the first things you've noticed about Mihawk was that he was a beautifully handsome man. As if he walked out of a painting, he just didn't seem real. With his golden eyes that can pierce and raven wavy black hair atop his head, his clean cut mustache and beard you've never seen on anyone before.

And how he spoke can give anyone either a pleased shudder or a frightened shiver if his eyes went towards them. A slight Spanish accent that came out with some words with r's or even th's. Something you couldn't help but find charming and just added to the endless list of things you love about Mihawk.

The way his hands felt on yours, soft despite the use of the sword—a pianist's hands really compared to your calloused ones due to your past fighting and your job.

How he looked when his eyes first open in the morning, like a lazy cat that is just apart of the bed with his raven hair atop his head mussed that made you rove your fingers through them each time.

The way he firmly yet softy explained subjects to you, a teacher's patience but also letting you figure out the rest yourself because he knows he doesn't have to hold your hand all the way.

How he moved when he practiced his swordsmanship, a dead art that he keeps alive simply by moving in a dance.

Mihawk is just awesome.

So you couldn't really blame them. But your hackles rose at each lingering look from some of the women who's eyes would go up and down on his body, you quickly blocking their view with your body if you moved to sit in front of Mihawk or even had his back face them instead and you adding a warning glare at them before focusing back on Mihawk and whatever the instructor was saying.

Although you're positive the instructor is enjoying having Mihawk in the class too.

Your crazy hormonal brain says the explanation for her comments towards you was because you have what she doesn't—and it's a nice understanding man like Mihawk. It was worse the second class you remember but she seemed to relax after that, thankfully.

Unbeknownst to you, Mihawk spoke with the instructor when you went to the bathroom about how to be professional and if he finds her comments to you unwarranted again, he'll have to report her to the company. The instructor paling and stuttering a yes and is now quick to look away from Mihawk who would stare with narrowed eyes if he caught her looking.

"That, I've noticed." Mihawk assented to you, giving you a quick glance as you added that it's mostly everyone staring at him. "They don't really understand the need to look at their partners instead of at others. I've caught them looking more than once and their eyes shift quickly only to turn back."

You turned your head towards him, brow arched.

"You know it's mostly the other women right?" You asked and Mihawk only answered with a nod as you released a quick puff of air. "I think they're looking at your eyes but that's not the only thing. You're just too pretty."

"I would prefer if you used another word than that," Mihawk chided before putting a hand from the wheel to your thigh. "You should know I can care less about them, (Y/N). You don't need to worry."

"I know...I guess I can understand in the constant looking," Your lips turned up as you placed a hand atop his own that was on your thigh, squeezing lightly and rubbing your thumb on his hand. "I have an awesome handsome husband like you after all! Can kick anyone's ass and maybe even mine if I let you. Ohhhh, we gotta teach our daughter some moves when she gets older. I can show her some body slams and you can show her some kendo or sword techniques!"

Mihawk chuckled, eyes softening as he stared ahead at the road before flicking towards your grinning face. Lifting their clasped hands to his mouth to place a quick peck that just made you feel warm and heart aflutter.

"If she wants. Perhaps she'll receive the honor of wielding Yoru if she has the spirit."

"That'd be fitting wouldn't it? The moon and the night. We still fine with Luna, yeah? I think it's a pretty name...I wonder if she'll get your eyes. I really hope so."

"Luna and Yoru...we seem to already have fate turning in her favor with that name." Mihawk commented, lowering their hands in between the car seats as he rubbed his thumb upon your hand. "Yoru would find her worthy."

"You really love talking fate, Mihawk."

"It brought me to you."

You flushed and stuttered as you looked down that he can't say such things so seriously but you were smiling and Mihawk was softly smiling as well.

You can deal with these classes a little longer, you do have Mihawk there.

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Shanks: Water

"Shanks, are you okay?"

"I am shuuuuuper, don't ya worry babe~! I'm just...really enjoying our sheil...ceiling fan right now. You think if I tie a rope around my waisssstt...hic...I'll get to go round and round like a merry go round?"

You laughed.

"I think it'll break and we'll need a new fan before you even go through a full circle! It sounds fun though..."

"Sheeeeeee?! It's a—hic—wonderful idea!"

You shook your head lovingly as you sat on their bed in your nightdress, you leaning back on your hands as you observed Shanks with a smile who was on the floor bare chested and boxers with cheeks positively flushed as he pointed and made exaggerated gestures, suggesting they should make a tire swing on a tree outside and they can spin that way. With you laughing at him that he'll throw up if they did that right now while Shanks childishly said it's not his job to throw up, it's yours. You throwing a pillow at him at that as he laughed and you couldn't help but join with him due to his drunk antics.

They had a large party earlier today due to it being the final World Cup game for soccer. Or fútbol as Mihawk says, and you agree it makes more sense to call it that than American football. Most of their friends joined to watch or just scattered around as they conversed, Shanks sort of everywhere being the sociable man he is and making sure everyone had a drink in their hand. Besides the kids which meant Luffy, just juice for him as Shanks teased but you think the young teen squeezed in a sip somehow. You saw him managing to steal someone's underwear and running around with it with a contagious laugh, it might've been Zoro's. Or Garp's. Maybe both. They kept yelling and chasing him outside or around the house. It got stuck in the pool filter and Benn had to get it out. All while Shanks was laughing his ass off and you couldn't help but join when you weren't paying attention to the game.

The team you were rooting for was really close to making the first goal each time, only for a card to be called or a miss by just a few inches.

So when they were right there with the ball and the goal and you were standing with bated breath and your large belly, you couldn't help but loudly cheer along with the others on the couch which included Yasopp, Lucky Roux, Paulie, and Shanks and jumping up and down when they made it. Lucky and Paulie telling you to be careful with how you were jumping and Yasopp adding someone's excited as Shanks only laughed and put an arm around you and commented that you were just excited but try not to fall over due to your jumping. Only for him to fall over himself when he released you and Luffy bumped into him due to his running, Shanks knocking his head at the corner of the couch and trying to grab Luffy only to fail due to the boy's speed and agility—everyone laughing at him including you, saying in between laughs if he's okay. You could see Mihawk was even smirking at Shanks plight.

Shanks pouting at everyone and commenting that he at least has you that cares if he's hurt with Yasopp shaking his head at him that he's being dramatic, Shanks hmphing as you agreed before giving a kiss to where he hit his head with Shanks immediately brightening and tugging you to his chest with your back to it. Giggling from how his nose nuzzled your neck and his hair tickled you as he said you're his walking first aid kit, everyone either smiling or jokingly groaning at the two of you.

The party ended a little after the long game finally finished, your team losing sadly(you think Paulie was the most depressed though, he gambled once again on which team would win. He really needs to learn.) and some guests gone while the others left over helped clean up the mess. You in Shanks babysitting duty due to how plastered he was from all his jovial drinking as you sat on the couch with Shanks next to you speaking about something or other and laughing at his own jokes with you joining him despite yourself, sometimes his head landing on your shoulder again with his arm around you, fluttering between your shoulder or your waist and tickling you to his joy based on the large smile on his face.

You're sure that most of the time—no, you're positive that Shanks tends to exaggerate how drunk he is. You've noticed how his eyes would seem to clear at times, focused and in attention as he would do that serene smile that showcased he was thinking deeply but his said thoughts were impossible to read. You felt said look again when he was nuzzling in your chest as you flushed and pushed him slightly away he needs to relax, him merely stating he's not doing anything as he put a hand to your large stomach that looked like you had a boulder in it and you felt you were about to pop at any moment. You looking down at him trying to see his expression as his hand skittered up and down your stomach, keeping it there and smiling that serene smile when he felt their child move. Autumn eyes impossibly soft and making you want to kiss him silly or pepper his face with kisses that he seems to like to do to you.

You decided to just put your hand atop his on your stomach, tilting your head down to kiss on his forehead like he always does to you. With Shanks answering with twinkling eyes flickering towards you before placing a kiss to your stomach in answer and that's all you needed really.

Besides, he smells pretty drunk and you're sure his mouth isn't any better.

"You shink...Mihawk is strong enough to launch me with hish sword?" Shanks wondered as he moved his head towards you, his cheek pressed against the carpet as he looked in thought. You couldn't help but frown in thought with him. "Maybe if I ashhk, he'll launch me."

"Pfft! Be careful with that Shanks, it might give him an excuse to kill you." Shanks waved his hand dismissively but it just looked like flopping motion as if his hand was a dying fish out of water. With that and the mental image of Mihawk's eyes glinting before he would wave his sword and Shanks will know what it feels like to fly made you burst into laughter. "Oh God...pfft, just the—just the thought!" You would double over in laughter if you didn't have your large belly to worry about, so you merely just leaned forward with your hand to your stomach as you laughed atop their bed.

Shanks pressed his lips together in a pout.

"He won't be that mean...I shink—heyyyy, you're laughing harder, (Y/N)!"

"You—" Tears went down your face as you snorted, hand to your mouth as Shanks pout turned into a quick smile before crawling to where you were and poking your cheek, saying in an exaggerated depressed tone you're laughing at him. "You—your arms—pfft, you would—would totally flap your arms to try to—to stay flying! I can't!"

Shanks put his chin on your leg, arms around you as he fought to keep his sad facade but was failing due to how bright your smile was and your contagious laughter.

"Like you wouldn't! How else can it last longer?"

You turned towards him, giving him a slight swat to his head as you spoke through breathless laughter.

"By kicking, duh! The arms will make it look like you're an idiot! Using the legs would look wayyyy more natural."

Shanks looked at you flabbergasted, hand to his head where you hit him before finally joining in your laughter. His cheeks, if possible, even becoming more flushed than it already was.

"You thought about it too! Dahahahaha!"

"Oh, shut it! Who wouldn't imagine flying? It'll be great and fast and—Shanks, stop laughing!"

"You're laughing too!" Shanks pointed out with tears in his eyes, you unable to deny the large smile on your face that just made you glow to Shanks. You would say Shanks' smile can radiate and shine in any room by how he did it so carefree. "Don't laugh too hard like last time, you're gonna pee~!" Shanks teased and you huffed at him in between giggles, increasing as Shanks moved to tickle you in your spots and you trying to move away and failing.

"St—stop! You will make—I'm really gonna pee, I can't—I can't control it! You know that!"

Shanks eventually acquiesced with his hands up in the air, you pushing him to the shoulder in a mock glare as you collected your breath.

"Sorry, sorry!" 

You huffed at his sheepish grin, opening your mouth to say something only to widen your eyes when you felt something trickle down your legs. Shanks spotted your look, eyes focusing on concern before turning to the floor and spotting some wetness in the carpet.

"Ahhh, my bad babe! Come on, I'll help you clean it up." Shanks stood up from the floor a little shakily, still affected from his drinking, moving towards their bathroom only for you to stop him with your hand to his wrist. Shanks looked down at you, an understanding smile on his face. "Heyy, it's okay. It's no big deal, we can put new sheets on no problem!" When you still said nothing and your face was shadowed due to head being leaned forward, Shanks frowned. "What's wrong? You okay?"

"I...it's not..." You lifted your head, meeting shaky (e/c) with concerned autumn—an odd small smile sort of formed around your face. "It's not pee."

Shanks blinked.

"...rightttt," Shanks said with a confused smile, "It's not. It's yellow water." Your odd smile froze on your face as you looked at him. "We'll just clean it up in no time!"

"No—Shanks! I—Look!" You stood up from the bed, pointing at the wetness you released upon the bed as well as on the carpet floor. Slightly clear with some blood. "My water, it broke! The baby's coming!"

"Dahahaha, yes, babe. Now let's clean up—wait—"

Shanks blinked at you, than blinked at you again with wide eyes as he turned from you to the bed to the floor. He slapped his hands together on each side of his head, expression fearful.

"THE BABY'S COMING?!"

You swatted his head, angry ticks on your face.

"WHY ARE YOU THE ONE PANICKING?! Aren't you supposed to comfort me or something—what are you doing?!"

Shanks sprinted for an overnight bag, running back and forth in the room with red hair everywhere and up as he stuffed random clothes and diapers to the bag. You spotted him even putting a bottle of lotion and you're hoping accidentally stuffing a piece of your lingerie too as he looked back at you, frazzled.

"We need to pack! We haven't packed at all! Oh no—" Shanks pulled his hair with one hand, "Yasopp told me we should have one ready before the due date but than we kept getting busy with the bar and than I was trying to fix the house and than we were preparing the party—"

You put a hand to his shoulder.

"Hey," Shanks turned towards you, hair everywhere and expression pinched and not at all the carefree man he always seems to be. You lifting your lips on one side in comfort. "It's okay, we have time I think. The contractions haven't really started and that's when we go."

Shanks stared at you for a moment before turning his eyes to the bag as you kept your soft gaze at him, a tad amused despite yourself.

Benn was right. Shanks can get pretty panicky despite how casual he usually is. You didn't think he was going be like this though.

Your eyes flicked towards the bag and your lingerie, you moving to grab it and throwing it behind you somewhere as Shanks turned his gaze back towards you.

"We don't need that," you answered his stare before your eyes went back toward the bag, looking at all the random items Shanks stuffed in there. "Is that...a candle?"

"We're..." you turned back towards Shanks who as looking at your stomach, his eyes looking watery with lips in a shadow of a smile before looking up towards you. "We're having our baby..."

You couldn't help but feel your own eyes water, your lips forming a shaking yet wide smile.

"Yeah," you breathed, your heart warming yet beating quickly all at once at the thought. "Yeah...we really are."

Shanks turned, dropping the bag on the floor and embraced you—his head to yours as he grinned with closed eyes.

"We're gonna be parents...! I hope she has your eyes."

You smiled, closing your eyes and embracing Shanks back, your hands touching his bare back with one going behind his neck.

"As long as she has your hair too, than it's a fair trade," Shanks laughed, only to laugh harder at your next words as your smile turned into a playful grin. "Uncle Mihawk is soooo gonna launch her up his sword if she asks him too—we're gonna have him not be able to say no to her."

"Dahaha! She's going to be really powerful than!"

"She's gonna be great," you echoed his words back when you first told him and Shanks stared at you softly, giving you a tender kiss that had the power of the sun from how you felt pure joy and ardor at this moment.

Shanks leaning back and giving you one of his smiles—that smile that made you fall.

"Maybe even greater than that." Shanks said before looking at the bag and moving to scratch his head. "So what do we pack again?"

"Not a candle."

"Right, right...but won't smelling scents help?"

"We can't bring a candle. We'll burn something in the hospital by accident."

"Ahhhh, that's true. Are we keeping the lotion?"

"Doesn't the hospital have lotion?"

Shanks made a face.

"I like it when you use this one."

You flushed but played it off.

"Pfft! We can bring it I guess but no other weird items. And we don't need to bring our own diapers either. We gotta save those."

"How many times can a baby use the bathroom?"

"Let's not risk it or else we'll have to find those weird life hacks I've heard people use with old rags or bed sheets."

"I shouldn't ask."

"But you will."

"Well—"

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Lucci: Birth

The nurse for room 7112 in the Women's and Children's side of the hospital has seen many scenarios throughout her life as a Labor and Delivery nurse, six years so far.

She's seen how a schizophrenic pregnant acts when going through labor, confusion and constant pulling of IV's with screams in between and the need of restraints having to be ordered to protect the mother and the baby.

A soon to be mother not being able to even make it to her room and had the baby in a closet of the hospital with her standing due to the baby being very eager to be part of the world.

A mother having a bowel movement on the toilet only for it to be the baby coming out and her and her team having to rush in to check on the baby who was fine, just wet luckily due to the mother catching on and catching her child's head to soften the landing in the ceramic toilet.

A lot of people fainting during the birthing process, whether it was when the baby's head was coming out, after they came out, or when the placenta will come out afterwards. The amount of those family members or partners having to need care for hitting their head when the staff were unable to catch them on time. There was even a minister that would come that the hospital personally knows due to how often he fainted with every birth, having a whole plan in place for him with a chair and linen on the floor.

The mothers and husbands, or baby daddies rather, reactions were wide and varied from what she's observed.

There were the silent mothers who pushed, giving a few grunts or groans and that's it as their hands were clenched around someone's hands or the side rail of the bed.

There were the hysteric ones, feeling as if they will die by being ripped apart and she or other nurses will have to keep them on oxygen or remind them to use the oxygen mask

There are those who constantly curse every two seconds from every possible contraction or a movement from the baby as they are crowning and slowly coming out to the world.

There are more in between or a simple mix of the two depending on where she is in the birthing process, but the "baby daddies" are also an interesting bunch.

They can faint and be no support at all for the poor mother besides a possible laugh if she has good humor or a firm "talk to" later at home or in the room even.

They can also be silent, but not in the same way as the mothers. Looking at a loss of what to do or say and just observing in nerves or merely frozen. Of course there were the assholes that were just merely silent and waiting on whether the baby was a boy or girl if they didn't know, not at all useful besides being a walking trash bag and she knew that he would be a horrible father if he didn't even care for the mother at any point throughout the process.

There were the overtalkers, either with constant words of comfort and that she could do it or with shushing and saying everything would be okay. These were cute, she thought. But can get annoying to the mother and to her if he talks over as she's trying to explain the mother something and giving her own words of encouragement.

Of course there were also the completely absent ones, nurses having to check on the mother constantly if she was completely alone and not even a family member was there. Those were emotional days, whether the father died beforehand or decided to just not be there was tough on the mothers.

But there's one type of couple she's never seen
before, and that's one in 7112. They came in with an older man that was quite loud and was bawling in the halls with a tissue to his nose and she took note the ugly crying didn't make the scar on his face look pleasing. She also took note of the mother, who was wearing a comfortable (favorote graphic tee) with lounge pants as you walked—looking as if you refused the wheelchair and irritated with the older man by your nags to him and palming your face. The one the nurse can only expect as the father, who looked quite handsome despite his brooding face with his long raven hair reaching his shoulders and his light blue dress shirt and black pants along with the large overnight bag he had on his shoulders by the strap, also looking rather annoyed with the man and quietly added his two cents that she sadly couldn't hear as they walked with him holding your hand between them. But whatever he said made you nod and point your finger to outside to the waiting room, adding that it's best to wait till the baby comes. The old man looked offended and she thought it was going to be a family crisis due to how he lifted his fist threateningly in front of him only for you to push his face away in mere annoyance with the handsome raven haired man seeming to stop suddenly and making the bag swing back to the older man's stomach and making his eyes nearly pop from the amount of supplies in there.

She would say it was an accident, but based on how she spotted the man's dark victorious glint in his eyes as she sat behind the nurse's station as the man moved to leave with a warning that they need to call immediately if there's changes—she would say the accident wasn't likely. You didn't seem to think so either based on your suspicious gaze before shrugging your shoulders and leaning towards him and seeming to thank him with the ravenette only answering with a subdued expression that she couldn't read, only for her eyes to dart away when his dark now narrowed gaze moved towards her.

Her quickly introducing herself and taking them to their room and explaining how everything will go as you laid on the bed with a pained expression due to your contractions—them seeming to be six to seven minutes apart due to what they said. Her putting them the hospital video of the birthing process before leaving them to their devices and asking about an epidural although the contractions seemed to be getting too close for it to occur, you denied one and genuinely believing you could handle it. Also adding by pointing your thumb at the recliner husband on the leather sofa provided again the window that you have to show him you're not a crybaby.

But you didn't exactly say crybaby. She knew what you meant though.

The father replied he never implied you were and you should control your tongue more with strangers and be more mindful.

Her waving it off that it was alright when you looked like you were about to snap his head off as you asked accusingly if he was trying to control you and you didn't say anything untrue. She doesn't know how you reached that conclusion and she didn't want to know as she stepped out the room, you and him seeming to be in a strong battle of wills with the video innocently playing in the background and being mostly ignored.

After that, it was a large mess.

She kept getting calls by the nurse in the front desk in the waiting room of this floor of different people for 7112 wishing to come in, including the older man despite the couple's earlier words. She allowed some of them in due to how they seemed to be helpful and the father would come out and tell her, her not being able to help the goosebumps appearing on her skin from the man's low and cold tone.

One person coming was a beautiful pink haired detective woman with a bag and making you happy as you grabbed some(fave. dish that has no raw parts, processed cheese or meats or junk food, caffeine or high mercury fish and alcohol) food from said bag before leaving after saying that a man named Smoker is coming soon when the baby comes.

Another was a man that looked like he had a nose of a french fry with a charming smile and his own bag, speaking something to the father about Hattori and a woman named Kalifa taking care of him while they're here before giving the bag to the father and giving you and him a two finger salute before walking out only for another person to replace them.

She was beginning to think the whole bringing supplies in a bag was a farce for these people to come in for the couple but she can't say no with how the father looked when he stated to let them in since they'll be quick with him making sure, and he has been making sure the visits were only three minutes each time. That, and you would add when she would come in to let the next person in and she thinks the father may be weak due to how your eyes looked while pleading despite his expressionless face and how he spoke.

A raven haired exuberant teen coming in an excited whirlwind with a red haired man as the father stood with crossed arms and narrowed eyes as they looked over at you and you were alright before leaving after dropping another bag of 'items'.

Than the old man managed to squeeze inside again and ran to the room, yelling about that you need to be quicker or else the baby will suffocate in you forever with you yelling back that the only one suffocating will be him. She didn't have to call security for the father closed the door to the old man's face, making him fall over since it hit his nose quite hard before leaving after telling you that you need to "Push with Love" or something along those lines. She was mostly just sitting behind the computer with wide eyes to her coworkers wondering what kind of day this is.

After your contractions became two minutes apart, it's when visitors finally got the hint to leave the visiting for later. Her already setting up the station and everything needed with the IV's and fluids and medication as well as oxygen and now she just has to fix your position on the bed since you moved to squatting. You seemed determined to not lay on your back however, and she could tell you were quite...fiery.

"Damn it, it hurts!" You cursed aloud and to yourself, holding onto your stomach with a strained expression as you laid on your side. The father, which she learned goes by Rob Lucci, was by your back and massaging it with his tanned hands and dark eyes focused on your face as you pushed when she instructed you—checking between your legs and moving the pillow down slightly so she can see your opening. "This...ugh...this hurts more than getting kneed in the gut and punched in the boob that one time, bastard."

Surely...that doesn't mean what I think it means, the nurse thought in worry before widening her eyes slightly and turning her face away from the two of you. BDSM Roleplay?

"That was an accident," Lucci replied easily, voice smooth and controlled despite you continuing to curse in between. His eyes narrowing when he took note of your expression and your heated skin through the hospital gown as you strained to push once more, feeling as if the baby was coming. "...You dodged unexpectedly. You are already aware that cheap shots are cowardly."

"Urgh... yes well," you turned your head towards Lucci, eyes watery and she thinks his frown deepened at your look. It's really hard to tell with this man. "I'm sure when I punched your balls accidentally, it doesn't...urk...it doesn't hurt as much as this—SHIT! This is horrible! Look what you did, prick!"

"So that wasn't an accident," Lucci toned, continuing to massage your lower back and shoulder only to stop when you reach a hand around and grabbed his wrist, clenching your hand around his tightly which he answered in kind. She took a step away and called the doctor that it's almost time based on her check to your opening and for the team to come in, but she couldn't help but look between you two in questioning concern. "And calm yourself. You wanted a child as well so stop cursing and focus on your breathing before you hurt yourself with your idiocy."

This guy has a lot of nerve, the nurse thought with a disapproving frown. Thats's not what you're supposed to say at all to a mother having your child. He's one of those assholes. Arguing during birth is toxic!

"Shut up...urk...asshole..." Despite your words, you took deep breaths through the contractions and the pushing—your hand tight against his that it looked painful. But not only to the father but to yourself, since he also clenched your hand tightly back as he stared as a tear ran down your cheek due to all the physical pain and you surely growing tired. You turned your head and spotted his expression, the doctor coming in after introducing herself along with two other nurses and setting the area up. Your mouth twitching up curiously and she couldn't help but stare at how odd it looked. "Hah...what's that face for, bastard? Worried...ngh...that I...hah...can't handle it? Like I can...ngh...leave ya alone, asshole... who's gonna keep you in line?" You than laughed before stopping with a hiss as the contraction peaked, doctor instructing you to lay on your back and you doing so as you gave another push and the baby's head was crowning now, Lucci staring as it did so before turning his attention back towards you and the nurse guesses how you said he was worried? His brows are little more furrowed or maybe his eyes are narrowed even further...honestly she can't tell at all. This guy is just an asshole still despite his handsome face. "And leave you with our daughter...? Hah, yeah right..."

"As if you have the nerve," Lucci answered with a quick twitch of his lips and you tightened your hold on him in answer before clasping further as the next contraction hit.

"No ones leaving anybody," the doctor reassured. "I have both of you, the vitals on you and the baby are fine so far. Now make sure in this next contraction you push with all your might, you're doing great Miss (Y/N)."

Your expression seemed to sour for some reason and you and the father shared a look as the other nurses in the room gave their own reassurances.

"You're doing amazing, she's almost out," the other nurse said as you pushed, your brow seeming to twitch and the father—who managed to still look sexy even with the blue surgical gown on they give to fathers due to how messy birth can be—glancing at them as if they were annoyances which she didn't understand.

He's supposed to be giving her encouragement, not just them—why is he looking at them like that?!

"Yes, come on. You almost have her, you're doing good," she said herself with a quick look to the father in spite only to freeze at his narrowed eyed look.

"My wife doesn't need your pretty words to do something like this. You're wasting your breath."

The doctor and nurses jaws dropped at his cold disregard for the mother and his rude words.

"You are free to leave if we're bothering you from our attention of Miss (Y/N)," the doctor spoke tensely and not faltering from the man's narrowed stare although she took note the doctor's voice falter at her next words. "Unless I'll have to order someone in here to take you away."

If possible, the man's expression turned even colder and she's sure the room's temperature dropped with it.

Once you managed to push through the next contraction, you moved your other hand to grip on their clasped ones—tightening your hold as you looked over at them as you breathed deeply. Lucci glancing at you for a moment before relaxing his tense shoulders and turning his eyes back towards them, although she could still see the threat under his gaze.

"He is going nowhere." You commanded, "He...needs to take responsibility...ngh...hah, like the bastard he is. He'll kick anyone's ass too...ngh, so don't send anybody that can't lift a whole—shit—desk..." you fixed your gaze on the doctor with one eye open and the other clenched as you tightened your hold on your husband. "Don't call me miss, please."

"But..." the doctor began with a frown only to stop once Lucci glared at her again just as a contraction peaked. Her focusing back on you. "Okay, now push Mi— (Y/N)." The doctor corrected despite protocol due to your expression souring midway through her sentence and the husband looking he'll tell off the doctor again. "You're doing good."

Lucci scoffed at the words, before turning his head towards you as you shook your head at him when you tightened your hands upon his and the nurse is sure their hands will cramp just as she's sure who she's calling later as you told him they're trying to help. With Lucci replying their words aren't helping you at all with their emptiness and you snapping back it's because he's a bastard and he's being ridiculous again and if he's feeling jealous somehow from their nice words to you even though they're all girls with him scoffing at you that you're being ridiculous.

The nurses and doctors only staring in pure bewilderment as the both of you literally argued throughout the whole process, only to pause once the baby finally came out with you giving a loud grunt. The team of nurses quickly grabbing the baby after cutting the cord to the crib and checking her over.

The nurse too busy worrying about the baby, she didn't see what the couple was doing behind her.

You were taking deep breaths and looking over to the other side of the room as the doctor continued to assess you for your placenta to come out, staring at how your baby fussed and cried at the nurse's attention. A tuft of black hair on her head that you can imagine will be just as silky as Lucci's. You were still holding onto Lucci's hands but they were loose and you glanced over at him to see his attention was in the corner as well, focused eyes and expression guarded as he observed everything the nurse's were doing to their daughter before meeting your soft proud (e/c) with his own after feeling your look.

You lifted your lips, motioning your head towards the corner of the room.

"I'm okay," you said quietly, Lucci looking down to your lower regions and surely at all the blood you could feel between your legs with a furrowed brow. You brushing a hand on his wrist to turn his attention back to you, your cheeks slightly wet with tears despite how you tried to hold them back. "It's fine. Someone has to watch and take a closer look they're doing a good job on her. I...can't really move yet. And you gotta take pictures too."

Lucci took a moment to stare at you before answering.

"You take poor pictures either way if you could move or not." You gave him a glare with no heat as you said "Hey" before stopping once his other hand grazed by the corner of your eye, wiping a tear along the way as he grabbed a strand of your hair and you felt like you might actually cry from emotion due to all these feelings of having your baby and Lucci touching you gently like this. Lucci must've spotted your growing watery eyes for his lips down turned slightly. "Idiot. Inform the doctor if you feel pain stronger than you can handle."

"N-no, it's not that," you said thickly with a flush, "Just—Just make sure she's alright, okay?"

Lucci stared at you for a moment before leaning over and pressing his lips on the strand of hair he held between his fingertips, than moving to your ear in a whisper.

"You're too soft. And as I said before," you felt his nose graze your ear before feeling his lips move against them. "Anyone who harms her will be killed by both of us."

You really shouldn't feel warmth from that, but you know how Lucci says his feelings. He's said other things that may be worse than that's caused you to flush. You know others don't get it, including the people in here from what you gathered. But as long as you understand each other, you don't care.

"Yeah," you answered, a tear escaping despite yourself as Lucci leaned back. You quickly swiping at it before patting his hand, "Now go. I think both our phones have been exploding since you texted "She's coming." in the group chat a bit ago. You gotta learn how to text more than that, ya know."

"I state what needs to be stated," Lucci replied simply before stepping away after another stare towards you and going to the corner and watching with crossed arms as the nurse's worked, answering their questions of their daughters name and informing him what shots they were giving her. Taking his phone out and taking pictures as requested. You trying not to laugh at his surprised expression when their daughter grabbed his finger tightly, his eyes widening a fraction and body tense and cautious.

He looks so lost! You thought with a giggle, I knew he would with having such a fragile thing like a baby. What will he look like when holding the baby—wait! Your eyes widened and you were suddenly anxious as you put a hand to your head in panic. What will I look like holding the baby?! Oh no, what if I break her?! I don't wanna break her. I have to be careful—I practiced holding a baby with pillows and fake dolls in those classes. I have to control my strength but oh no—what if I clench around her too tightly or what if I suffocate her or—

In your hubris of making fun of Lucci and his face, you put yourself in a panic and your hands were shaky when the nurses brought your daughter to you after telling you how to hold her. Lucci watching on the side of the bed, dark vigilant eyes taking you and their daughter in as you burst into tears that you couldn't control at holding this new life that you and Lucci made and the pure anxiety of being extra careful with her as she kept her eyes closed and her head to your bicep. Lucci not seeming to pay attention as the nurse asked for the phone to take pictures, just handing it to her in distraction to stop her yapping at him as he kept his focus on the two of you.

The doctor, who was there and finished overseeing that everything from your body was correctly purged out onto the open bag below, feels as if she missed something between you two. Their relationship isn't as abusive as she thought, the two of you not seeming to notice the camera as you finally calmed down and told Lucci that it was his turn. Lucci's brows arching before furrowing as he stared between you and their peaceful daughter, your smile turning into a teasing smirk finally making him move. Carefully putting his arms in position as you sat up and gently placed their daughter in his arms, your expression loving as your eyes shined as Lucci looked down at their daughter. Their daughter fisting some strands of his hair and pulling them down harshly as Lucci took it without flinching, eyes only gleaming in pride at the action which made your smile widen into a grin.

The nurse who was for your room, looked like she was about to say something but the doctor grabbed her shoulder. Shaking her head when the nurse turned to her questioningly before telling the two of you they'll leave them be. Exiting out the room and closing it and heading to the nurse's station.

"You sure it's okay leaving them alone after what we saw?" The nurse asked, clearly worried and questioning the doctors judgement.

The doctor nodded, a smile on her face.

"They're fine. You lot were too busy with the baby to notice what I saw as the patients placenta was coming out. They seem to fight like an old married couple and that's all."

"That doesn't explain what I heard about physical attacks to each other," the nurse explained with a frown, the doctor and the other nurses turning towards your nurse in attention at that. "At first I thought it was a kink but I didn't think so, they hurt each other."

"Hmmmm," the doctor hummed, unsure before writing something down and handing it to the nurse. "Talk to the mother when she's alone than and check. From the amount of visitors I heard they have, I doubt they'll have much time alone soon."

There was a door slamming open with a bang and yells and shouts from the opposite end of the hall. The staff leaning their heads and seeing a whole crowd of people coming towards them and the room 7112 despite the nurse's at the front desk clearly trying to maintain order and tell them to quiet down only to fail.

"I stand corrected," the doctor stated, and questioning her eyes as a pigeon flew overhead with a coo.

It was only after you and Lucci received everyone six at a time, passing their daughter around with Lucci making a threat or glare each time someone held the baby, that you heard what happened. The harshest with Luffy despite your belief that Luffy can be gentle, and he could be—after Garp punched his head with a Fist of Love. Hina and Tashigi cooing when it was their turn along with Shanks who made faces similar to Garp's. Mihawk merely holding their daughter for a moment before passing her back to you as he congratulated the two of you with Shanks teasing him he shouldn't look so nervous with Mihawk answering with a cold glare. Smoker looking nervous himself as he held their child as well as Ace when it was his turn, but the ravenette soon got it before the young man smiled at their daughter and teased. Kalifa gently praising their daughter and her looks as well as them, Kaku also coping as he held her. Lucci not allowing Jabra to hold the child which he took offense at and a fight nearly broke out but thankfully Garp stopped them. Jabra sticking with making faces that made their daughter cry and you're sure Lucci thought about grabbing the IV stand next to you to stab through Jabra with that.

It was after all these visitors and more, after Lucci left for a moment to get them something to eat with their daughter in the hospital crib, did the nurse confront you.

You stared at her, lost.

"Uhhhh, what?"

The nurse's was sat down next to you on the bed, eyes sincere and understanding but you don't know for what.

"It's okay to talk. You're free to say what you wish, he's out and they'll tell me once he comes through the front desk when he's coming back. Now, has he ever touched you in a way where your life was threatened?"

You looked at her for a few moments before squinting your eyes.

"Like that bastard would even dare to do something like that. Why are you—why do people always assume these things?!" You looked frustrated, before quieting at how you noticed your daughter move. Noting to yourself you have to control your temper more or else you'll always hear cries. "If he even tries abusing me, he'll find himself without a dick."

The nurse looked confused now.

"So...he hasn't?"

"Why do you sound like that? Of course he hasn't. Why are you...oh," you blinked in realization. "You heard about the knee and the punch...we're both agents. Or well, I was. But we still practice and exercise with each other even though I left."

"Than that means...wait, the both of you are FBI?" The nurse looked frightened and you didn't understand. The nurse quickly explaining. "Does that mean...I was being rude to an Agent? Wait...that name... your husbands name..."

"Oh yeah. He's pretty famous. Or infamous I would say, the bastard. And he can be a pretty dickish asshole so that mind him. He's pretty great."

Above the nurse's head, question marks formed.

"I...can't tell if you're insulting him or not."

You shrugged.

"Eh. Who cares. I'm gonna make sure to teach my daughter to insult him too so we can tag team."

"Please don't teach your daughter curse words early on. She'll be a delinquent."

"Pfft! She's gonna follow my footsteps than, oh man. Lucci will be pissed."

"I'm wondering if I should report you for abuse towards him instead, Miss (Y/N)."

"Don't call me that. And as if I would marry someone who can't take a few words like that."

The nurse left soon after, waving at the couple as they moved to the Mother and Baby floor of the hospital and this time you taking the wheelchair since your legs were a little shaky and your back was in pain. Only to freeze once your husband's eyes passed over her in a warning glare, only to stop when you grabbed his attention and pointing as their daughter really looked like a potato with her wrapped in a blanket like that with him replying they'll have to train her off the fat when she's older, you turning towards him on when exactly they'll train her with him replying but she couldn't hear but it did make you yell. The nurse releasing an exhale of relief along with the other nurses as they left the floor with the doors closing behind them.

She can now add as seeing the arguing fiery mother with the cold retorting father in the list of types of births she has seen. As well as a full crowd of visitors coming and going.

She might need a raise.

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Or where I write anything besides finishing the threesome 💀

Although Doflamingo's part just became its own thing. I prefer how I normally write him than anything else 😂

But Shanks also took me by surprise 💀I guess I miss writing a happy SB with Shanks I guess 😭

And than there's Lucci 💀 Let's pretend for him this is the kid they're trying for from the A Day in Stupid Life verse cause my goodness. This couple together is simply hilarious to me by an outsiders POV 😂😂

This is just all crazy. But it's cute. 💗 All the men with Pregnant SB is just soft, all in their own ways. You can tell with each man who did the most research and preparedness and who didn't 💀

Also, the stories that nurse said is a mix of what I've seen as a student nurse and stories I've heard and read of what happens in Labor and Delivery. So certain protocols I hinted like DCF or abuse can and will be followed through if the nurses and doctors suspect.

You can spot the concern with SB and Lucci 💀

Anyways, hope ya'll enjoyed! Sorry for any mistakes!