"You IDIOT! Are you trying to poison us all?! I can't even-"
The green haired swordsman sighed as Sanji went on and on about how he'd messed up in the kitchen. Sure, there were a few spots here and there, "The whole kitchen is a disaster!" and maybe a few crumbles on the floor, "I'll have to mop the floor at least THREE times before everything goes away!" and a barely noticeable stench, "My kitchen should NOT smell of burnt food!" but nothing more.

Zoro groaned and sent the cook a frown, effectively making the man shut up though glaring at him like he was planning murder on him, "I tried to make something for you and Tori." he defended and crossed his muscular arms over his chest. The blonde stopped and blinked. he simply stared at the swordsman before narrowing his eyes, "Anyway. Didn't I tell you to not ever go near my kitche-" he was cut off by Zoro, "OUR kitchen." he corrected and rolled his eyes. Sanji frowned and waved his hand dismissively, "My kitchen. We don't say our swords ,do we now?" Zoro growled and stroked over his katana protectively, "That's a completely different case, Idi-" he started but stopped once he heard crying from the room beside the kitchen. Both men glanced over at the room and first to break out of the trance was Sanji. He quickly hurried to the room to stop the crying from their almost new-born son.

The room was cold so Zoro could understand why the baby was crying. Even so, he was the child of two very strong pirates...Zoro shrugged, he was still just a mere baby.
His blonde boyfriend stood with the baby in his arms and rocked it back and forth, saying soothing things to make him stop crying. Zoro came up behind him and wrapped his arms around the chef's waist, his chin resting on said man's shoulder, "Why would you cook for him anyway? He's a few months old." Sanji asked, his expression slightly confused yet a very content one. He always seemed happy when Tori was in his arms, "I just thought it'd be a nice gesture." Zoro shrugged and placed a kiss to Sanji's chin. They stayed silent for a minute or so to let Santori slowly calm down. The one to break the comfertable silence was the swordsman,"He's quite loud. Probably got that after you." Zoro smirked and kissed Sanji's shoulder while the man in his arms flushed and would kick his stupid marimo boyfriend if he didn't have a child, his child, in his arms, "Bah, at least Santori will be as handsome as his father." the blonde said almost triumphantly which only made Zoro grin, "Why thank you." his grinned widened when Sanji frowned, "I meant me, you imbecile!" the slightly younger man growled and Zoro nibbled his neck playfully, "I thought you were the mother."
And with that Santori was very very carefully put down in his crib before a loud thud was heard. That tell-tale thud was the one heard when Sanji kicked Zoro into the wall and the argument started between the two. Strange as it might be, Santori slept through the whole disagreement.

Zoro sighed softly as he sat in his very comfortable chair, feet on the table and a very pleasant feeling of both tranquility and nostalgia surging through him. A small smile tugged his lips.
So much had changed since then, "Damn..." he muttered to himself and glanced over to the kitchen where a seven year old Santori and his, dare he say, wife were cooking together. Sure, he let the damn chef teach their son to cook and bake and everything in between. 'As long as he learn Santoryuu.' was all Zoro had said in response.
The green-haired swordsman rested his palm against his forehead as he slowly closed his deep green eyes. He felt very old as he thought back about these things. His son was freaking seven years old. He was married to the person he had loathed the most only 12 years ago.
He opened his eyes again and glanced over at his family. He could spot Tori smiling brightly, some dough on his chin while Sanji was grinning brightly while wiping off the dough on the still young boy's chin with a decorated napkin Sanji had kept since their wedding day. A thin yet noticeable smile tugged the swordsmans lips and he closed his eyes, yawning; Yep, this was definitely the perfect life.

So, this story will contain one flashback for each chapter. And that about Zoro's eye/eyesight...magically fixed.

I might add some smut but there will definitely be arguing and fluff :3 please R&R :3 Sorry if this sucks but it's my first ZoSan fanfic. I'm trying to not make them OCC but I just imagine Zoro a tad bit more calm when he'd almost 30 years old. In the flashbacks he'll be his old self! :D And they might be a little more loving and bla bla bla in the 'now' parts. Heh. Hope you guys like it!

~Mischiefer