A/N: I got woken up on a Saturday around 9, when I should've been sleeping in until noon. And this story popped into my head. I hope it turns out the way it does in my brain. But sometimes my writing gets away from me. If you love it, that's wonderful, if you hate it, that's okay. But either way, do a girl a favor and review. Makes my world. Thanks. :) Enjoy.

Also, Remember that girl who was in the Baratie having lunch with Fullbody? Pretend her name is Annette and stick her in this story.

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"Annette…" Sanji sat up groggily, the sound of rustling waking him up. "Why are you packing?"

"I'm leaving Sanji." The blonde woman kept piling her clothes into her suit case.

"Why? Where? For how long?" Sanji rubbed the sleep out of his eyes a little bit.

"Why? Because I need to get away. I don't know where, probably my sister's place in New York. And forever, Sanji. I'm not coming back."

At this Sanji jumped up and went over to Annette, he grabbed her arm and turned her to look at him. "Why? Don't you want to stay here with us? You know I love you Annette. I want to make you happy. Just stay with me." She pulled away and went back to packing.

"No, Sanji, I'm sorry. But nothing you do or say is going to stop me."

"But why do you even want to leave in the first place. I thought you were happy with me. With us." Sanji reached out for the blonde's arm. She pulled away, stopped packing and looked him in the eye.

"Look Sanji. The last 9 months were fun. It wasn't all bad. And I'm glad that you're so willing to give up your eternal bachelor image just for me. But… This isn't what I want. I don't want a baby. I'll just be bad for it." She huffed and threw her arms up. "I mean, come on! I'm only 23, you're 22, we're barely out of college. I can't handle this. I don't want it."

"But Annette, if this isn't what you wanted, why didn't you stop it earlier? You could've put her up for adoption, or had an abortion. I would've been there for whatever you chose."

"I know that Sanji, that's why you're so sweet. But honestly, aborting it seemed too mean, and if you really want, you can put it up for adoption. I don't really care. But I don't want this. Besides, it cries way too much. I haven't slept properly in days."

"Her, Annette, she's a girl, not an 'it'. She's your baby girl." Sanji looked at Annette with sad eyes. "Can't you just call her by her name?"

"Look, Sanji, I might have had a baby, and it might have been a girl. But I don't have a baby girl. I don't WANT a baby girl. So just let me go, okay?" With that, Annette zipped up her suit case and walked out of Sanji's front door and he never saw her again. The entire time, the baby sleeping in the crib in the corner didn't stir at all.