Continuity Notes: This goes after Anticipation & Dread and before Wounded.
Kitchen
by Ryo Hoshi
Luffy pillowed his head with his arms on the table. He loved to watch his wife cook. At first, it'd not been such a pleasure. She had been tense, movements stiff and nervous.
A month or so in, she started to relax. Nami's movements were still not as graceful as they'd eventually become, but she didn't seem as nervous as she'd been at first. Her husband thought it might be partially because she was used to cooking for both of them—and discovered that he was not hard to please.
As she relaxed more, it became more and more fun to watch her at work. He didn't admit it to her, but once she had relaxed enough and gotten used to working in their small kitchen… He found it really sexy.
Luffy wondered, as he watched her graceful movements, if he should tell her. Eyes settling on the faint curve of Nami's stomach, he grinned to himself. She might like to hear it now; his wife still didn't believe him when he told her how incredibly sexy he found her right now, with their child growing inside her…