Notes:
Written for an exchange. REQUEST: Baby!Luffy celebrating his very first birthday with his Daddy. Bonus for making up and adding the unknown mom? That's why there is a Mary-Sue mom. Call her anything you want. I prefer Ann. )) Enjoy! ))
A tall dark figure of man was standing on a doorstep. Most of the world would have been scared, if they saw that man standing on their doorstep. In some situations, this one in particular, most of the world would have been deeply confused (as well as scared) if they saw Monkey D. Dragon standing on their doorstep. Mostly because of a big pink box with a sparkly ribbon, which he held in his hands.
Behind the door, there were some rattling dishes and a muffle curse, as the door handle turned and a young black-haired woman with smudges of dough on her face appeared in the crack.
- Did you get it? – She asked persistently, moving an escaped curl behind her ear with flour-covered hand.
Dragon gave her a murderous glance, which would have usually brought men to their knees, but left this particular woman raising her eyebrow.
- You know how humiliating it was to stand in a row in a toyshop? World-famous criminals don't go into toyshops to buy "cuddly animals" for their sons. – He looked at the flour-powders lock. - Please tell me you are not planning to bake his cake yourself...
- Too bad. Anyway, we already have a cake, so I decided to make one of my own. – Woman opened the door and hurriedly wiped her hands on the apron. – If I have let you do it the way you wanted, we would need to move, and no, I don't want this thrilling experience. Again.
- You are killing my best intentions, woman.
Dragon grinned and entered his house, only to be greeted by crashing sounds from the kitchen.
- Sounds like World Government invaded my kitchen.
Woman took the package from his hands and weighted it with suspicion.
- Worse. That's your youngest son enjoying his birthday cake. Or the mashed version of it, to be precise.
- Without me?!
Dragon ran into the kitchen, leaving dirty steps on the floor.
- Damn it, Dragon, shoes!
A pair of boots flew out of the kitchen and hit the opposite wall. Woman gave out a loud sigh.
- Why do I even bother to keep this house clean?... – She walked to the kitchen, picking up boots on her way. Suddenly, she stopped. - Dragon, don't mind the curta…
In the kitchen, something crashed.
- Oh boy…
As she entered the kitchen, she saw her husband, looking intently at the half-burned curtains, her older son sleeping in his plate, while her other son, an adorable year-old, practiced his aim by throwing chunks of cake at the casseroles.
Dragon turned abruptly.
- What happened to the curtains?
- You older son happened to the curtains. You don't want to see the ones in the living room. I swear, he is growing to be a pyromaniac.
- Aha… - Dragon looked at the baby, cake smudged all over it's face. – Why is my son wearing a pink shirt with monkey face on it?
Woman set the box on the table, took a napkin and tried to get cream from Luffy's cheeks.
- Dragon, where is your sense of humor? It's like "a little monkey for a little monkey", ain't it right, my little monkey? – She pinched her baby's cheek.
- Meat! – answered Luffy, eagerly banging his spoon.
- Well, ain't he sweet, Dragon. And after all this you keep asking why your dad never comes by.
- My father never comes by because he hates your pirate gu..
Ace lifted his head from the plate and laughed loudly.
Dragon sighed in defeat.
- You won. May be that too.
Woman smiled kindly, stood up and went to her husband, gliding her hand over his hair.
- It's better this way. One more monkey in this house and we have enough for a zoo. – She went back to Luffy and picked him up. - Now, who is a special boy today?... Ace, please, control that fire of yours!...
As his wife took care of his sons, Dragon looked at a pink sparkly box with, as he knew, a plushy monkey, and thought: "I hope this doesn't count…"
Fin.