Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece. Obviously.
The first few chapters of this have been up for a while on my tumblr (I'm Keirra13 there) but I was recently asked why none of them were here so this is the first of many stories to be uploaded here from there. If you read it on tumblr these first three or so chapters are basically the same, I just changed some wordings here and there and fixed a few mistakes I missed earlier.
Nami rolled out of bed and was annoyed to find that, once again, she felt like she was going to be sick. Moving as quickly as she could without alerting her room mates she made it to the bathroom just in time.
After rinsing her mouth out she sat on the cold tile floor and held her head in her hands. It was the fifth time this week that Nami had started her day worshiping the porcelain god. She hadn't told anyone about it yet, despite knowing two premed students. Most of her friends, especially Chopper the future doctor, tended to worry too much about little things. She knew they would be upset if they found out she was coming down with something and hadn't told them but didn't want to worry anyone. She figured a few quiet, restful nights at home would help her feel better. Besides it was just a little nausea and dizziness, nothing to worry about.
At least that is what she hoped when this had started about a week ago, but the random sickness and spouts of dizziness didn't go away and were soon joined by fatigue and the need to be in close proximity of a bathroom at all times. Still she wasn't too worried, she just assumed it was one of those things that make you feel worse before you start to get better.
She sighed, lifting her head and looking around the bathroom. She could hear the sounds of movement in the kitchen below her and knew that Robin and Franky were both up. Robin was always an early riser and Franky had little to no volume control over his voice. They had married almost two years ago and were, in Nami's opinion, everything a perfect couple should be. They were also two of her closest friends. When she had lost her apartment six months ago they had offered to let her stay with them while she finished school and found a stable job.
Two weeks ago she had finished her four year degree in Meteorology. A few of her friends had finished theirs as well. Sanji had his MBA in Business and minor in Culinary Arts and was looking to open his own restaurant. Chopper and Law had both finished their prerequisites for medical school. Usopp had one more semester of classes before he got his Engineering Degree. Her other friends she had met in college, Franky, Robin, Zoro, and Luffy had all either graduated or in the case of the latter two, dropped out.
Taking a deep breath Nami pulled herself to her feet. She glanced quickly in the mirror to make sure she looked alright and not like someone who had just thrown up. She still looked a bit pale, but other than that she looked normal. Satisfied she walked to the door, opened it and jumped back with a surprised squeak.
Standing on the other side of the door's threshold was Robin. The older woman looked at her with a knowing smile.
"Did I startle you?"
Nami laughed lightly, trying to play off her embarrassment. "Just a little." She walked out of the bathroom and moved to step past the other woman. "Sorry if I took too long," she said offhandedly, intent on getting back to her bed. The dizzy spells were back this morning.
Robin, however, had other ideas. She stopped Nami by grabbing her arm lightly. "I know you are sick." She said bluntly.
"W-what?" Nami cried, backing away. "What makes you think that?" The other woman threw her a look that stopped her protesting. "Fine, yes, I'm sick. Nothing a day or two in bed won't fix."
"Should I call Chopper-kun? Or Trafalgar-san?"
Nami held her hands up quickly, "no! I mean that's not necessary."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, a nice cup of tea and some rest and I'll be right as rain."
Robin smiled, "alright then. I'll get the tea, you get to bed."
When Robin walked into Nami's room with the tea, the orange haired woman was already asleep. She frowned, worried about her friend's health and decided to let her sleep for a bit longer.
Nami was awoken from her nap by a knocking at the door.
"Come in," she called, pushing herself up into a seated position.
The door opened and Robin entered, holding a tray of tea. "How are you feeling?" She asked as she set the tray down.
"Better. The nap seemed to help."
"Good," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "So besides being nauseous what else are you feeling?"
"Oh geeze," Nami sighed, "I don't want to talk about it."
Robin folded her arms across her chest, "Nami please. I promised your sister when you moved in that I would look after you. How can I manage that if you won't even tell me when you are sick?"
Nami slid back down on to the bed with a groan. Using her sister against her was a dirty trick. "Fine. I've been waking up nauseous for about a week."
"Anything else?" Robin prompted.
"Dizzy, and really tired. It's just so weird," she said, sitting up quickly, "almost every morning I feel sick to my stomach when I wake up but a few hours later I'm fine." She sighed heavily and reached for her tea. "What's that look for?"
She hadn't noticed while she was speaking but Robin was staring at her with a strange expression. It looked like a mixture of amusement, worry, and surprise.
"Nami has your cycle been…" she paused as if searching for the right word, "regular?"
Nami laughed, "what are you suggesting? I'm no- I couldn't be…" Her voice trailed off as a sudden realization came to mind. "Oh god. Robin, you don't think I'm…do you?" She was hesitant to say the word that both women were thinking, as if the uttering of it would make it true.
The older woman stood pulling Nami up to her feet. "Better check just to be safe."
Ten minutes later Nami was pacing back and forth across the tiled bathroom floor. She was starting to hate this room, she had been spending much more time here lately than she would like. Robin was sitting on the edge of the tub, holding the pregnancy test and keeping an eye on the little display window.
"Is it done yet?" Nami asked nervously.
"Not yet, the box says it takes about three minutes."
"It hasn't been three minutes yet?"
"Almost." Robin replied with a small smile. She understood how Nami was feeling but it was still amusing to see her being so jittery about this. "Come sit down here." She patted the edge of the tub next to her. Nami sighed and complied, leaning her head against Robin's shoulder.
Suddenly she tensed, grabbing Robin's arm tightly. The little display window had started to change color. According to the box it would turn blue if it was negative and red if is was positive. She had been hoping and praying that it would be blue but to her growing horror it started pink and in a matter of seconds turned red. Wordlessly she reached out and took the test from Robin.
"Nami, are you alright?"
Nami didn't answer, instead she stood and resumed pacing, shaking the test as if she shake it hard enough that the color would go away.
Robin stood and grabbed her shoulders. "Nami you need to calm down."
"But I can't do this, Robin. I-I can't be a mom. I just finished school I need to get a job and-"
A finger pressed to her lips stopped her near rant. "It's going to be okay. We will figure this out one step at a time."
"One step at time? What's the first step?" Nami asked, frowning.
"That one should be easy," Robin smiled, "who's the father?"
Nami blushed, averting her gaze before muttering, "Tra-Trafalgar Law."
Robin's eyes widened in surprise and she pulled Nami in close for a tight hug. "Oh."