Mid: I destroyed those cookies, Labyrinth-chan XD Thanks!

Me: She ate them...all. T-T

Month Six Checklist: October

~Start putting together your birth plan ~Think about who you want in the delivery room ~ Began listing baby names

Zoro laid in the infirmary bed, stomach exposed and lotion slathered on. The ultrasound was pressed against his skin, but it was long forgotten after the small doctor announced the big news. Zoro flashed a broad grin, clearly happy with this outcome, while Sanji continued to sulk by his side. "Aren't you happy, Sanji?" Chopper asked, barely containing his excitement. Zoro certainly was, and over all smug at the cook's earlier comment about "jinxing". Sanji smiled through his pout; of course, he was. Even though he really wanted a little princess to endlessly love, a son was just as good.

Zoro smirked, remembering a specific and important checklist item. The cook probably didn't think this would be the perfect opportunity to steal more points, especially this moment of happiness. "Hey, Chopper, how about we start on the birth plan?" Sanji gave him a dirty look. That asshole, doing this now? This was the baby's time to shine, damn it! Chopper nodded eagerly, jumping down from his step stool to grab his mini clipboard and pen. The blonde scoffed, skillfully pulling out his lighter and flicking it open flawlessly. Chopper let out a primal growl (I didn't know reindeers growl, Sanji thought) and the chef submitted to the disapproving gaze. He'd never get used to not smoking in the Sick Bay.

"Great idea, Zoro! Three more points for you," Chopper stated, disdainfully glancing over at the cook, "Sanji; negative three points."

"WHAT? I didn't light it!" He irritably shouted. Seriously, the flame didn't touch it! The doctor sternly shook his head, ears twitching. He wasn't against Sanji, he was doing it for the infant's sake. Having a parent that drinks heavily (but is never affected) and a parent that constantly chain smokes (but lungs are as clean as whistle) can put on stress the child as much as it does for Chopper.

The reindeer clicked his pen, "Okay, so do you want an epidural or not?"

"Again, I'm not a damn doctor."

"Okay, geez. It's a shot that numbs the lower half of your body. I'll have to inject it directly into your spine-"

"No; hell no. Go on."

"But, Zoro, it'll hurt more if I don't! I'll write down a "maybe" in case you change your mind. Do you want to give birth in a birthing tub or regularly?"

"Uh..." the swordsman glanced pleadingly at the cook for advice. Sanji nodded vigorously for him, stating, "Tub, definitely." He's never experience child-birth, but he's read stories; very detailed, graphic articles. And he wants to put Zoro through as little pain as possible.

"Do you want to bank the pure blood? In case, he gets sick?"

"Yeah, of course," the blonde confirmed.

"Alriiighty, now I don't know if you'll be able to...b-breastfeed," Chopper stuttered, knowing the reaction he would receive. Zoro briefly stared at everything around the room but the little doctor with awkward embarrassment, and Sanji snickered at the very thought. A breastfeeding Zoro...priceless.

"I'd have to make sure you lactate, hopefully this month or the next. Anyway, the plan is complete, since you don't have to pack a bag and rush to a hospital. Zoro, you're free to go," Chopper said, putting away his clipboard and storing the sheet in a bundle of files. Sanji carefully helped his marimo out of bed, ignoring the grumbled complaints and protests. The swordsman could handle himself and the cook knew it. But this situation was different to Sanji; seeing Zoro like this, carrying their child, how could he not try to help in some way? Chopper suddenly squeaked, capturing the chef's pants leg before the couple stepped out the door.

"Guys! I almost forgot, who do you want in the room with you while you give birth?"

Sanji thought for a moment. "Me and...Franky."

Chopper blinked. What? "Franky? Why?"

"Who else is strong enough to hold the shitty swordsman down? I sure as hell can't do it by myself. He might be drugged out of his mind, but he'd still probably be able to throw my ass across the room," the cook retorted. Zoro growled, though it held no anger or warning. Throwing the love-cook would be unnecessarily cruel, even if he was in agonizing pain. Child birth can't be worse than a sword ro the chest...right?

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Sanji took his time as he peeled potatoes for dinner, humming softly. Akihiko...Katsu...hmm, Tadao? Ugh, we'd be better off with a simple name...like Kevin. Yeah, Kevin Blackleg...or Roronoa?

"...Who's Kevin?" Zoro said flatly. Sanji flinched, minding the closeness of the knife. When did the marimo come in? He didn't hear the door open, or loud boots come barreling in. Should he tell the swordsman that he was thinking of names? Sanji didn't want him to find out since he was already at a disadvantage, but one parent can't name a child without the other's consent. He sighed pitifully, those points would worth a lot if he decided on a great name, but he should have known he couldn't do this kind of thing alone.

"I was...thinking of some names," Sanji admitted. He heard a chair screech across the floor as it was pulled out behind him. Zoro sighed, he hadn't thought much of this until today. A name was very important, it was who the boy was. The swordsman wanted to give him a special name, something that wasn't ordinary, but something that sounded right to the ear.

"Thought of any? You know, besides Kevin?" the first mate asked.

"Well, I've wrote down a few, but I don't think there any good." Sanji set down his current potato to wash his hands and search through the bottom drawer, pulling out a small note. When he handed it to Zoro, the marimo's eyes widened to the point of saucers.

Nao: honest

Nori: good son

Ryota: strong, stout

Shin: truth

Tadao: loyal man

Takehiko: soldier prince

Tama: a jewel

Tatsuo: dragon son

Shuji: excellent

Nobu: faith

Ronin: samurai without a master

"What do you mean they're not any good? What are you trying to do, make our kid a perfectionist?" Zoro said. How long had the cook thought about this, months? These names were astounding! How could Sanji say they weren't good enough? The list went on and on until the very last one was squished against the corner. It was hard to read, but there were only two letters; K and O.

"Ko," Zoro breathes. Sanji raised an eyebrow at him, "Yeah? What about it?"

"Happiness. I like it," he smiled. Sanji grinned at him. Secretly, that was his favorite, too. Happiness and peace; exactly what he felt when he was around Zoro. Perhaps Zoro felt that around him as well? The swordsman gave the paper back beaming, one hand lazily resting on his bump. He looked past the monstrosity Nami forced him to wear today (a green Doskoi Panda shirt and blue knee shorts), and visualized how the baby would look. He'd have Sanji's eyes, Zoro's hair, Sanji strong ass legs, and Zoro's intense concentration.

The cook chuckled, "Sure as hell better than Kevin, I suppose."

Chopper came through the galley door along with the captain, who was asking many random questions about babies. Chopper didn't look annoyed by it, but his tone and sarcasm to obvious questions said otherwise.

"So, babies have super powers?!"

"No! Just because their hearing is sensitive doesn't mean they can chew through steel!"

"They have super powers but DON'T have super powers?" Luffy gasped, "Mystery Babies~!"

Chopper gave up his attempt on educating the captain. Actually, why didn't he see this coming in the first place? The reindeer sighed as he made his way over to Zoro, holding what appeared to be some kind of journel. Zoro grinned. What perfect timing.

"Well, Zoro, I read your dream over," the doctor stated.

"Yeah? What does it mean?"

"...Do you really think I'd catapult a ba-"

"Chopper!"

"Okay okay! It could mean that you're afraid the baby might be in danger, but other than that, pregnancy dreams can be meaningless. So, you earned three points worth for jotting it down! Any other accomplishments?" Zoro opened is mouth, but his smile soon faded. Sanji put a lot of thought into picking a name, hell he couldn't even take half the credit. He didn't deserve taking points for Sanji's effort.

"I...Sanji picked a good name. Can you give him all the points?" the swordsman claimed. The cook raised an eyebrow at this request. Why was Zoro giving up points that they could have shared together? Chopper, however, smiled at this act of kindness. This entire game was paying off sooner than he thought it would.

Sanji stared at the first mate, who did everything from toying with his fingers to studying Luffy's hat just to avoid that questioning gaze. But the cook consciously continued, which got very creepy once Zoro practically felt the gaping hole burning through his skull. "WHAT?" he finally snapped. Chopper looked at him knowingly, grinning like an idiot. Sanji ran a hand through the other's soft hair, calming him and smiled, "Why?"

"You...you put a lot of thinking into this. It wouldn't be right to split the points. All I did was say I liked one," Zoro sighed. The rubber captain bounced over to three in a fit of excitement.

"POINTS? I wanna play! I want points, too! Please~!" he whined.

Zoro groaned inwardly. Luffy would be devastated if they said why he couldn't play along. To his surprised, Chopper giggled, "Yes, Luffy. You get some points."

"YAHOO~! What do I win?"

It was Sanji's turn to laugh. "I'll make some meatloaf."

"MEEAAAAT!"

Zoro: 24/Sanji: 21