I don't own one piece.
I opened my eyes and saw the same sight I do every day, Law's face. He is deep in slumber. I could never be happier… not all the world's riches, not eternal beauty or life, nothing. As long as I can wake up to that smiling face and be the only one he says "I love you" too I will be happy.
With a yawn I watched him stretch his long arms so that they graze the wall. His bare chest stretched with him. Oh, how many times have I fallen asleep lying on his chest. How many times have I fallen asleep or awoken in those strong arms of his?
"Morning, nice pjs." He said rolling on his side to face me, using his fist to prop up his head.
I looked down at my black tank top and shorts, then looked back him. He had already gotten out of bed. All he had on was his pajamas pants that fit snuggly around his hips.
"You know somethin' Law?" I said almost absent mindedly.
"What?" He said putting on the same hoodie he wears every day. I felt honored to be one of the few people that knew the story behind it and our jolly roger.
"I eat an apple every day, yet every morning I wake up with a surgeon in my bed." I said casually.
"Well you must be sleeping in his bed." He diagnosed with a warm smile I know no one else has seen.
"Good so now I know how to keep it this way." I said with a yawn, as his smile grew.