Pops

Summary: Harry finds it difficult to sleep. So does Sanji. But only because Harry keeps crawling into bed with him.

When Harry was little, Sanji never had any problems with the boy – and by extension, his stuffed reindeer that looked suspiciously like Chopper's Brain Point – sneaking into his room for a cuddle and comfort from a bad dream. The cook's patience ran out when Harry turned nine, but Sanji let it drag on for just a bit longer.

Because when Harry grew up there wouldn't be any more of this father-son bonding thing that they had going for them.

But the kid was almost eleven now and the situation was becoming ridiculous.

"Harry, you can't keep doing this forever."

"But. . ."

"What?"

"I had the nightmare again."

Sanji felt defeat wash over him when Harry said the nightmare instead of a nightmare. The nightmare was like the damn rock.

The nightmare was off a small closet and a large man with a loud voice and bushy mustache.

Harry came to Sanji when he was three and even though the blond did everything in his power to provide for and love Harry to the point of suffocation, the nightmare never went away.

And if the nightmare was anything like Sanji's flashbacks of the damn rock, he couldn't just ignore it and hope it went away.

And so, his sympathetic heart reared its head and demanded that he comfort his distraught son.

"Fine. Hurry up and get in before I change my mind." The blond chef grunted, scooting over to make room.

Harry's face lit up and he scrambled up to Sanji's side, sighing in content.

"Thanks Pops."

"Yeah yeah, go to sleep shortcake."

"Don't call me shortcake!"

"Then don't call me Pops."

". . . . Pops."

"Shortcake."

OMAKE

Zeff could have killed something.

"Eggplant. I'm not letting you sleep with me. You're a grown man with a nearly grown kid. Go sleep in your own bed. You too, chibi-eggplant."

"But I dreamt of that damned rock again." Sanji pouted, looking like a three year old instead of someone in his thirties.

"The nightmare. . ." Harry said simply, green eyes wide and pleading.

". . . . I'm going to need a bigger bed if you two keep this up."

A/N: I'm taking prompts for this story as long as they're in this universe - Papa!Sanji and chibi!Harry with the occasional canon character.