Ok, what happens if lil Ko suddenly ate one of Nami's belli or something small by accident? -Guest

"Ko, give it back," Zoro demanded sternly with an outstretched hand.

"NO!"

"Ko."

"NOOOO!" the toddler whined, stomping his shoe repeatedly into the floorboards, clutching one of Nami's belli in his small hand. Oh, was the navigator pissed off when he swipped it and ran because it looked shiny. Zoro sighed and leaned against the galley's high counter lightly, glaring at the calm cook inside of the refrigerator. Sanji wasn't wearing one of his suits on a day like this. He was only dressed in a blue beater, along with thin blue shorts that reach his knees. The swordsman found his kaftan to be oddly refreshing in this sort of weather, which would explain why he basically froze when it snowed.

Ko's bright yellow shirt and white shorts were blinding combined with the sun's rays outside; everyone voiced their complaints at Zoro earlier for making him wear such radiant clothes. He was so exhausted from bickering with the two year-old. Why couldn't Sanji do something instead of preparing ice cream (and lollygagging) for the entire crew? Sure, it was boiling hot, and sure, Luffy almost actually melted in his bed, but Zoro needed help, dammit!

"Ko, I'm going to count to three," the swordsman said, still holding out his hand, "and I expect you to give it back by then. One."

"Uh, Marimo," Sanji glanced up from the freezer unsurely, where he was currently trying not to overheat.

"Two."

"Marimo, I don't think pressuring him is a good idea..." the cook proposed, noting how badly the toddler was fidgeting and tearing up. It wasn't that difficult to make a child extremely nervous; children didn't know how to handle that anxiety yet. Zoro might be pushing Ko a little too far. Zoro ignored his warning blatantly, hellbent on getting the object at hand back, "Three!" Ko whimpered lightly in the process of panicking, and stared intensely at his mother as he brought the coin up to his mouth. Zoro's eyes widened when Ko jammed it between his lips; he had half a mind to throw him overboard!

Sanji slammed the fridge door closed, rushing to the infant's side once he began coughing violently and wheezing. Zoro dropped to his knees beside them, but had no idea what to do. The guide didn't say anything about when the child was choking. Was it similar to a normal person choking, but with less force? The blonde man stood, winding his leg back slightly with his hands balled into fists as he stated frantically, "I got it covered!"

However, Zoro smacked him hard in the back of his head, matting down the blonde locks. "DON'T KICK OUR FUCKING BABY," he growled sharply.

"I wasn't going to!" the cook defended irritably.

The color started to fade from Ko's body, causing the cook and swordsman's hearts to pound loudly in their ears. Sanji took ahold of the gagging Ko's tiny body from behind and pressed his stomach in mildly, trying not to hurt the boy. The bronze belli soon went shooting across the floor after a few more jerks and heaves, and the toddler's breathing became even once again.

Opening the galley door, Brook peered in, several sweat droplets on his bony face. "Sanji-san, could I trouble you for some milk...?" The musician confusingly stared at the scene before him; two of the bravest people he ever knew blubbering with dramatically tear-stained faces, tightly hugging each other with their child (probably painfully by the looks of it) squeezed in the middle. Water was pooling around them from all the bawling, and soon enough Brook was being washed right out the door and down the hallway with a yell of 'Yohoho!'.

Zoro came to his senses first, pulling away while wiping away any leftover blasted tears. He spun Ko around in his direction, seeing that the boy was already fearing the worst. Hell, admittedly, even Sanji would have been scared; the swordsman's expression was that of a cold-blooded killer's seeking out revenge for their loved ones. Knowing that he could do nothing at this point, Sanji wished his trembling son good luck with his pissed off mother.

Surprisingly, Zoro didn't yell. He only brought Ko back into another embrace and patted his turquoise locks gently. "If you ever do something like that again," he practically spat quietly, "I'll spank you."

Sanji raised an eyebrow quizzically, "I thought you didn't condone spa-"

Zoro covered the boy's ears instantly, "He doesn't know that, cook!"

The blonde grinned at the marimo's empty threat, knowing that Zoro was too much of a softy when it came to kids to even hit one. Nami's belli still rested by the counter, slightly saliva covered and the spinning already ceased. It never occurred to the cook just how troublesome a spawn of he and Zoro could be. Why did he ever think it would be easy in the first place?

Ko yawned as Zoro picked him up and rested him on his hip, supposing that sleep was the best thing for him at the moment. Sanji kissed both of their temples lovingly before checking the homemade ice cream sitting in the freezer. Ko suddenly made a sound and reached for the retreating cook with both hands, calling him back urgently. Once Sanji came into arms length, Zoro passed the toddler onto him. The blonde man chuckled at the adorable sight. "Aw, what is it, Ko?" he questioned.

But Ko just kept on motioning towards something with his fingers. It wasn't until Sanji remembered what was on the counter behind him that rage quickly filled his chest. "YOU JUST WANT THE SHITTY ICE CREAM, DON'T YOU?!" Zoro couldn't stop the insane laughter when Ko nodded eagerly.