Author's Note: There won't be very many parts to this story because this is taken from a dream that I had last night (1/13/2015) about myself and both Rocinate and Doflamingo. It was very weird because I am indeed about 6 months pregnant right now, so it was strange to have a dream like this. Just as a warning for further chapters, things get a bit... intense as the chapters go on up until the part where my dream ends. So please, read at your own risk. Once again, thank you for reading a please leave a Review. I may post more "dream stories" like this in the future if it gets enough Reviews/Favorites!
A body stirred underneath the warmth of the blankets. Short, brunet hair peaked out from the covers which rested with a boy like chop. Though she was indeed a young woman around her early twenties. Her peach skin had just the slightest tint to it as she was accustomed to working for long hours out in the sun on a ship. Her bright, blue eyes were closed as she snuggled her face further into the warmth beside her.
Her lover laid next to her, though she had no idea that he laid there awake as his arm rested around her body, holding her close to his side. His face lacked the make-up that he wore on a daily basis and his messy golden hair did not find one single way of laying as it had been unkempt for years. He looked down at the woman in his arms. She was no where near thin, and she was extremely tall for a woman, but she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen.
And there was this undying feeling that always lurked inside him, the very same feeling that lurked within him now, an action that he had to act upon. His large hand came down underneath the covers and rested upon her naked stomach. He waited there, rubbing it softly until he felt the movement he was waiting to feel. His heart quickened, the baby inside her belly moved according to his hand, it was such an amazing experience and one that he never thought he would have been happy to know. It laid there and it move again, and again, until finally he felt another hand reach other and cover his own. He blinked as he turned his gaze from her stomach to her face and noticed that she had been stirred awake. He felt bad, but that soft smile on her lips eased it just a little.
"Rocinate, what are you doing up this late?" her voice was sleepy and her gaze was only half opened as she looked his way. He couldn't help but give her a smile as somewhat of an apology for waking her she had guessed.
"I'm sorry." he whispered, activating his Devil Fruit powers so that nobody could hear the two of them talking. "I just couldn't help myself." Her soft smile only grew, knowing that even though he never really showed it often, mainly around his elder brother and the rest of the crew, but he was very happy to know that his love was with his child.
Though there were doubts in his head at first that the child was actually his, it seemed Doflamingo had a strange attraction to the same woman who laid next to him tonight, she assured him over and over that is wasn't Doflamingo's and was indeed his own. Not that either one of them would ever inform Doflamingo of who the father actually was and instead allowed him to decide that on his own. They both feared that if Doflamingo hadn't agreed that the child was his younger's instead of his own that he might become angered, and neither one of them enjoyed an angry Doflamingo.
Rocinate moved his hand again slightly, his palm lightly moving over her growing stomach, her hand still a top his own. She chuckled, closing her eyes again and gave a small and tired sigh. She didn't know what she would do without the clumsy man in her life. She didn't know how she would ever raise this child alone without him around. She also didn't know how in the world she came to love him as much as she did now.
Both of the Don Quixote brothers had her heart in one way or another, but there was just something about Rocinate, something so very calm about him that she adored more than his brother. She felt the bed shift toward her, her eyes remaining closed as she felt a pair of soft lips touch her own. It seemed that all that make-up he wore around all day seemed to actually be good for the most part in keeping things moist. Her lips twisted upward more as she kissed him back. Her hand coming around to the back of his head and allowing her fingers to lace in between his hair.
She never thought she'd know the feeling of being loved the way he loved her. And she never thought she'd ever find someone as good looking and wonderful as him.