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Life sucks then you get Married

Chapter 4 Family relation Excuses

So apparently my darling Daddy has no problem moving in with some guy I only met less than twenty four hours ago.

Though, might I point out, he has issues with me attending a Papa Roach concert.

With Luffy.

And Zoro.

I twisted my mouth in agitation and turned to my Father in time to see him hold up his hand and clear his throat. "Nami I don't see the problem. You are to be wed soon enough and you refuse to move in with your own husband-to be?"

Of course you don't see the problem do you?

It was then Luffy decided to stand up on his chair, point his finger at my dad –basically in his face- and declare to the entire restaurant his thoughts on the subject. "I am not letting Nami move in with that guy!"

And obviously my Dad wasn't too pleased so he responded with a growl, shoved Luffy's hand out of his face and stood up. "Why do you care? You are not her father or boyfriend. "

Luffy silently fumed for all of seven seconds before he responded. "She's like my sister! And a good brother will never let his sister do something like that!"

Atta boy Luffy!

Fight for my pride here!

"And I am her Father! I know what's best for my little girl!"

"She's not a little girl anymore!"

"Says who?"

"The years! Government! The guy that came up with the concept of age! Take your pick but she's not a little child!"

It was time I jumped in on this little argument. "He's right Daddy-I'm not a little girl anymore, I can make my own decisions."

"Nami." He warned.

I ignored.

"Daddy, out of respect for your wishes I will marry Sanji."

"Nami!" Luffy gaped at me.

"Hush Luffy. Daddy." I addressed him and sighed. "I will marry Sanji but when I want to. At my own pace."

Awkward silence.

And I do mean awkward.

The entire restaurant was listening to this little debate of ours.

Talk about nosey people right?

"Well." Zeff cleared his throat and closed his eyes. "You have quite a daughter there don't you."

My father nodded and sat down.

"Sanji my boy, you'll have your hands filled with her." He laughed and slapped him on the back. "But you two will still move in together."

"I agree." My Father nodded and downed his shot of Scotch.

And Luffy still stood on his chair.

Gaping like a fish.

He looked exactly as I felt.

Shocked.

Annoyed.

Shocked.

Confused.

Shocked.

And a little bit sick.

"No." He mumbled. "It's not right. Nami is not moving in with him."

My Dad sighed and closed his eyes as Zeff refilled his glass. "Luffy we already went over this N-"

"Not without me she isn't."

Awkward silence.

Again.

At least this time the restaurant didn't pay attention.

It was just our table.

"Luffy?" I inquired and stared up at him glaring at my Father's head.

"Nami if you're moving in with him then so am I." He declared proudly.

Well I can honestly say I didn't see that one coming.

"Sit down and stop being stupid." Zoro muttered and grabbed Luffy's arm and yanked him back down to his seat.

"I am!" He's a persistent one isn't he?"

It was then Sanji finally said something.

He placed his hand on my shoulder and placed his other hand beneath my chin and turned my head to face him. "I understand if you are nervous about you and I moving in together, and I understand your friends concern but believe me; you will be safe My Love. No harm shall ever come to you once I am around." He leaned in closer, our noses touching. "Nami My Love, please have no fear." He whispered. "I will take care of everything; all you need to do is marry me."

I really didn't know what to say to that.

It was just too weird.

"Uhm…" I pulled my head out of his grasp. "I don't feel comfortable with you because I don't know you…" Creepy.

He nodded in understanding and hung his head in shame.

At least I thought it was shame.

Until he started talking again.

"Nami My Love, your right we know nothing of each other yet we are expected to move in together and live as husband and wife!" He stood up and took my hand in his. "Which is why," He then kneeled down on one knee. "I ask you to spend this entire day with me on a date."

To be honest I thought he was going to ask me to marry him.

Which threw me for a loop.

"Hold on!" I turned around to see Luffy jumping over the table and pushing a waiter out of his way.

Poor guy.

Never saw it coming.

"If you're going on a date with him then so am I!"

Life sucks then you get Married Life sucks then you get Married

So as weird and awkward as it was, Luffy did go on the date with us. He sat with us during the movie, ate my ice cream, fed the swans, went to the pet store, bought me a charming little necklace and when I thought it couldn't get any weirder; he followed us up to our hotel room and leaned into kiss me goodnight.

"Whoa okay there buddy." Sanji pushed his hand out and caught him at the forehead. "Now you're going too far."

Which in all honesty, he was.

"What do you mean? I was going to give her a kiss on the cheek!" Luffy shoved him aside and hugged me goodnight. "You sure you don't want me to stay?"

"I'm sure Luffy. Anyways where is your room?" I stepped aside for a very annoyed Sanji to open the door.

Not that I blame him.

For being annoyed that is; if you don't know Luffy then spending so many hours with him all at once can be tiring and aggravating.

"Oh it's right down the hall." He laughed. "But don't worry, Zoro has the room across from yours."

Oh really?

"Remember that in the morning they serve breakfast downstairs! So wake up early kay?" He sent me a look.

A knowing look.

Meaning that he'd be here especially early tomorrow.

"Got the message Luffy now go. Sleep." I need some alone time to get to know my husband-to-be.

Luffy pouted.

Then whimpered.

Then pouted some more until he finally trudged down the hallway and I walked into the room.

"Sanji?" I called, he was nowhere to be found.

"Here My Love." I heard his voice someone off in the bedroom. "Give me a moment darling I'm changing." Came his tired voice.

Though I have to say, no matter what he's always respectful and pleasant.

So there I sat in the living room on the sofa, with my feet propped up on the little coffee table – I had long since taken off my shoes – waiting for him. Television off and lights on.

What a sorry sight that might have been.

I sighed softly and stared down at the Marilyn Manson shirt I was wearing.

It was black, a bit tight fitted but still baggy; meaning it was a guy's.

Because it certainty wasn't mine.

My fingertips trailed over the blue outline of the smeared photo of Manson himself on the shirt. It was rough in texture yet the material itself was soft. This wasn't my shirt. Don't get me wrong, I like Manson. But I don't own any of his shirts for the simple fact that I can never find one in my size.

Except this one.

And it isn't mine.

"You called?" His deep, rumbling voice reached my ears as soon as he stepped out of the room.

My chocolate eyes turned to see him in all his glory. He wore a simple pale, silky blue pinstriped pajama pants and shirt. The button down shirt was only half way buttoned, revealing the upper part of his muscular chest and long, trim waist. His golden locks were messy and falling in his eyes. In short he looked amazing.

"Is everything okay My Love?" He looked around the room for any signs of an intruder.

"No no, everything's good." I felt my face heat up a bit.

This was the first time that I was actually speaking to him without someone interrupting me.

In all honesty it was a bit nerve-wracking.

He actually paid attention.

"Oh, okay." He smiled gently down at me before taking the empty seat beside me. "What is it? Is something on your mind?" His dark eyes bore into my own as if he were trying to see into my soul. "Can I get you anything?"

"No no." I smiled and tore my eyes off of him, opting to look out the window instead. "I was just thinking we should talk-get to know the basics of one another at least."

I felt him shift beside me then heard his deep voice reach my ears. "Wonderful idea darling. Would you like to start?"

"No-you start." I refused to look at him.

I just wanted to hear what he had to say without the distraction of his eyes, his smile.

"Alright. What would you like to know?"

"Anything."

Anything at all would do.

And just like that he began. "My name is Sanji, I am an avid chain-smoker, I like Marilyn Manson, I love to cook, I will never stand by when a lady is in harm's way –be it in whatever way- I look best in suits, my favorite colors are blue, black, and orange. I have many enemies from the past and there is possibly a police record of me; I've honestly never token the time to pursue that and if I could spend my entire life cooking at sea I would. And I do not like your friend Zoro."

He shocked me.

He actually shocked me.

His dreams were simple.

And similar to my own as well.

"I want to spend my life on the ocean as well." I mumbled. "I like Marilyn Mason but my favorite band is Kill Hannah. I can't cook but I like to eat, I'm not quite sure what I look best in but I like to bum it in shorts and a black band tee. My favorite color is black and I think this whole marriage thing might actually work out."

And I really did think that.

"That's good. Because tomorrow My Love, you move into my apartment."

And just like that my thoughts went out the window.

Life sucks then you get Married Life sucks then you get Married

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