Chapter 8
Ohayoo Mina-san!
I'm back with another chapter for you! Happy Easter/Passover! Or any other holiday it may be for you ^_^
I decided to break from papers and watch a little anime. Oh course with anime comes fan fictions! And I figured you were all so good with the reviews, I would update!
So here you are!
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"Second hand smoke is bad. If you want to be a good parent, you're going to have to cut back on these." She stated as she broke the cigarette in half. Nami stood up before Sanji could react. Looking down on the happy baby, Nami was reminded that this child was not at fault for its creation and there was nothing she could do if it happened before she and Sanji met. All she knew was that she could not turn her back on the child or her… friend.
'Is this how you felt Bellemere? When you found us…' She wondered as she let the smiling baby play with her finger. It's chubby hands wrapped easily around her slender finger. Nami felt a wave of new feelings arise. She was a little afraid of these feelings, and yet they were not so bad.
Sanji was shocked. No, he wanted to run over there and shake the girl standing next to the baby. This was not his Nami-san. She hadn't screamed, yelled or hit him once…
"Ok, who are you and what did you do to my Nami-san?" Sanji stood up and turned only to find her trying to suppress a laugh.
The urge to laugh was just to great however. Soon Nami was laughing aloud.
"Sanji, did you do this?" She questioned as she picked up the baby and his not so well applied diaper.
"Well… I… that is." Sanji's brow began to perspire as he tried to think of something to say for his… masterpiece of diaper changing. However, he could not, not with Nami standing there with the baby now straddling her hip as she wrapped her slender arms around the child. With her dark eyes, she waited for a response from Sanji.
"It's not… never mind." She sighed as the baby began to wiggle and fuss in her arms from the uncomfortable diaper. "Alright… it can't be that hard to do. Right?" She mumbled to herself. With all her experience in the world, being anything like a motherly figure was not something Nami had knowledge in. Like the new father had done, Nami set the baby on the table and undid the misshaped diaper.
"Um…" Nami just blinked. 'How do they do this… oh wait, it is just like folding up papers. I have seen people do this before many times. There's nothing to it.' She told herself feeling a little more confident as she carefully wrapped the baby back up. It was still not perfect, but it was definitely much better than the previous one.
The baby gave off a great smile as Nami picked him up off the table. The cabin was silent except for the baby's happy murmurs.
"Aren't you just talkative." Nami smiled looking at the baby in her arms.
"I think he likes you." Sanji said walking up close to her. Standing behind her, Sanji looked over her shoulder at Yukio. The baby seemed extremely happy as he looked upon the two figures near him. The innocence of the child and the happiness she saw in the cook's eyes moved Nami.
"He's really lucky to have you for a father." She said quietly, her cheeks flushing as she silently wanted to slap herself. 'Where did that come from?' She wondered.
"You really think so?" Sanji asked meekly. He had not expected her to say anything like that. In fact, he was just about to beg his Nami-san to forgive him. Nami nodded as Sanji ruffled the fuzz on Yukio's head.
This got the baby to laugh and squeal happily.
After a time, Nami watched as the baby's eyes began to slowly close it's little black eyes. She began to sway back and forth to help put the little tike to sleep with Sanji close behind her just watching.
The tender moment continued in a comfortable silence as Nami continued to sway as the baby began to drool on her. Instantly Sanji was at her side and placed a towel under the baby's head resting on her shoulder.
However, like always the quiet times on the Going Merry were quite rare. Breaking the silence, the ship's captain came barging into the kitchen loudly.
"MEAT!" He yelled as he looked to the fridge with drooling eyes.
The couple quickly drew away from each other as to not cause questions from anyone.
Luffy's continued racket however, woke the child and started the waterworks once again.
"Great job!" Nami winced at the loud squeal so close to her ear. "LUFFY YOU IDIOT BE QUIET!" She hissed as she then turned and completely changed personalities and attempted to calm the baby.
"Luffy- we just had breakfast an hour ago." Sanji pointed out as he shielded his fridge and food from the bottomless stomach of the rubber man. However, Sanji's fight was not as spirited as usual. This was due tot the fact he would rather be watching a certain red headed navigator that was being so uncharacteristically gentle. He wanted to commit it to memory and never forget how devastatingly beautiful she was.
"But I'm still hungry!" Luffy whined quietly, so not to piss off Nami. He did not understand why she was acting so weird, but his stomach was a much better subject to think about right now. Noticing Sanji's lapse in defense, Luffy smiled as he quietly extended his arm around the cook and towards the goal- MEAT!
Just as his arm was making its way back from the fridge- ham thigh in hand- a strong foot came down and pinned the rubber arm to the floor.
"Don't even think about it. Drop the ham- Now." Sanji's voice came out in a dangerous tone.
"Ahhh. But I'm hhhuuunnngggrrryyy…"
"You're going to have to wait."
"Luffy, why don't we go and pick some tangerines for lunch?" Nami smiled as she pulled a blanket around the baby and fastened it so the baby was securely wrapped to her back.
Luffy seeing his navigator and baby leaving the kitchen somehow forgot about his plight for food and followed.
Sanji could only laugh as he looked out the small windows seeing the over excited captain dance around Nami and the baby.
He knew Nami had the motherly instinct in her even if she tried to repress and hide it. When it came to her, Sanji was the expert. If she would ever open up to him, Sanji had hoped he would be able to give her the family she so dearly wanted.
The way she carefully supported the baby's head with her hand, or the way she rubbed little Yukio's back to sooth him, Sanji could only envision a baby of their own some day… 'Those would be the days…' He sighed.
Ohayoo Mina-san!
I'm back with another chapter for you! Happy Easter/Passover! Or any other holiday it may be for you ^_^
I decided to break from papers and watch a little anime. Oh course with anime comes fan fictions! And I figured you were all so good with the reviews, I would update!
So here you are!
-
"Second hand smoke is bad. If you want to be a good parent, you're going to have to cut back on these." She stated as she broke the cigarette in half. Nami stood up before Sanji could react. Looking down on the happy baby, Nami was reminded that this child was not at fault for its creation and there was nothing she could do if it happened before she and Sanji met. All she knew was that she could not turn her back on the child or her… friend.
'Is this how you felt Bellemere? When you found us…' She wondered as she let the smiling baby play with her finger. It's chubby hands wrapped easily around her slender finger. Nami felt a wave of new feelings arise. She was a little afraid of these feelings, and yet they were not so bad.
Sanji was shocked. No, he wanted to run over there and shake the girl standing next to the baby. This was not his Nami-san. She hadn't screamed, yelled or hit him once…
"Ok, who are you and what did you do to my Nami-san?" Sanji stood up and turned only to find her trying to suppress a laugh.
The urge to laugh was just to great however. Soon Nami was laughing aloud.
"Sanji, did you do this?" She questioned as she picked up the baby and his not so well applied diaper.
"Well… I… that is." Sanji's brow began to perspire as he tried to think of something to say for his… masterpiece of diaper changing. However, he could not, not with Nami standing there with the baby now straddling her hip as she wrapped her slender arms around the child. With her dark eyes, she waited for a response from Sanji.
"It's not… never mind." She sighed as the baby began to wiggle and fuss in her arms from the uncomfortable diaper. "Alright… it can't be that hard to do. Right?" She mumbled to herself. With all her experience in the world, being anything like a motherly figure was not something Nami had knowledge in. Like the new father had done, Nami set the baby on the table and undid the misshaped diaper.
"Um…" Nami just blinked. 'How do they do this… oh wait, it is just like folding up papers. I have seen people do this before many times. There's nothing to it.' She told herself feeling a little more confident as she carefully wrapped the baby back up. It was still not perfect, but it was definitely much better than the previous one.
The baby gave off a great smile as Nami picked him up off the table. The cabin was silent except for the baby's happy murmurs.
"Aren't you just talkative." Nami smiled looking at the baby in her arms.
"I think he likes you." Sanji said walking up close to her. Standing behind her, Sanji looked over her shoulder at Yukio. The baby seemed extremely happy as he looked upon the two figures near him. The innocence of the child and the happiness she saw in the cook's eyes moved Nami.
"He's really lucky to have you for a father." She said quietly, her cheeks flushing as she silently wanted to slap herself. 'Where did that come from?' She wondered.
"You really think so?" Sanji asked meekly. He had not expected her to say anything like that. In fact, he was just about to beg his Nami-san to forgive him. Nami nodded as Sanji ruffled the fuzz on Yukio's head.
This got the baby to laugh and squeal happily.
After a time, Nami watched as the baby's eyes began to slowly close it's little black eyes. She began to sway back and forth to help put the little tike to sleep with Sanji close behind her just watching.
The tender moment continued in a comfortable silence as Nami continued to sway as the baby began to drool on her. Instantly Sanji was at her side and placed a towel under the baby's head resting on her shoulder.
However, like always the quiet times on the Going Merry were quite rare. Breaking the silence, the ship's captain came barging into the kitchen loudly.
"MEAT!" He yelled as he looked to the fridge with drooling eyes.
The couple quickly drew away from each other as to not cause questions from anyone.
Luffy's continued racket however, woke the child and started the waterworks once again.
"Great job!" Nami winced at the loud squeal so close to her ear. "LUFFY YOU IDIOT BE QUIET!" She hissed as she then turned and completely changed personalities and attempted to calm the baby.
"Luffy- we just had breakfast an hour ago." Sanji pointed out as he shielded his fridge and food from the bottomless stomach of the rubber man. However, Sanji's fight was not as spirited as usual. This was due tot the fact he would rather be watching a certain red headed navigator that was being so uncharacteristically gentle. He wanted to commit it to memory and never forget how devastatingly beautiful she was.
"But I'm still hungry!" Luffy whined quietly, so not to piss off Nami. He did not understand why she was acting so weird, but his stomach was a much better subject to think about right now. Noticing Sanji's lapse in defense, Luffy smiled as he quietly extended his arm around the cook and towards the goal- MEAT!
Just as his arm was making its way back from the fridge- ham thigh in hand- a strong foot came down and pinned the rubber arm to the floor.
"Don't even think about it. Drop the ham- Now." Sanji's voice came out in a dangerous tone.
"Ahhh. But I'm hhhuuunnngggrrryyy…"
"You're going to have to wait."
"Luffy, why don't we go and pick some tangerines for lunch?" Nami smiled as she pulled a blanket around the baby and fastened it so the baby was securely wrapped to her back.
Luffy seeing his navigator and baby leaving the kitchen somehow forgot about his plight for food and followed.
Sanji could only laugh as he looked out the small windows seeing the over excited captain dance around Nami and the baby.
He knew Nami had the motherly instinct in her even if she tried to repress and hide it. When it came to her, Sanji was the expert. If she would ever open up to him, Sanji had hoped he would be able to give her the family she so dearly wanted.
The way she carefully supported the baby's head with her hand, or the way she rubbed little Yukio's back to sooth him, Sanji could only envision a baby of their own some day… 'Those would be the days…' He sighed.