I was asked to write this months ago, sorry it took so long.

I like to write with a bit of realism, and didn't want to write this too gruesome and make people squirm, or pretend like it was a beautiful, pain free experience. Anyway, I hope this is okay.

Eiichiro Oda owns One Piece.

Trafalgar Law

Nami's pregnancy certainly came with its ups and downs.

Her first trimester riddled Law with nothing but worry. Nami's morning sickness was so severe that she struggled to maintain her own weight, and Law permanently had her on an IV to keep her hydrated, and ensure that some essential calories, vitamins and minerals got into her system.

That sickness and weight loss left Nami overly tired, and her hormones and fatigue had reduced her to blubbering wreck. Law had even gone so far as to forbid her from reading the newspaper. Several headlines had upset her so deeply that she was inconsolable for quite a few hours afterwards.

Law had actually come to miss her usual fiery and ferocious mood swings, and especially the angry sex that came with them. Though, at that point, he would have been grateful for any kind of sexual attention from her at all. Her lack of affection certainly had him feeling like the first twelve weeks of her pregnancy were the longest three months of his life.

Much to his relief, her health and mood completely turned around in her second trimester.

Her morning sickness had cleared up, and was replaced by a food craving that almost had him questioning who the father of her child was. He couldn't believe she was craving bread!

Sanji made her every loaf imaginable. She ate simple toasted bread for breakfast like spelt and wheat loaves, or sometimes brioche and crumpets. Then, as the day progressed she'd eat pizza, or her new favourite thing, rosemary and red onion focaccia.

She soon became her usual self again, bossing both their crews around, and then wanting to lounge around on deck and sunbath. Her bikini tops barely contained her breasts before she was pregnant, and had no hope of concealing them now. So, Law had confiscated every single one of them, which he knew would infuriate her.

To his relief and dismay, her regained strength, and an abundance of hormones, filled her with an insatiable lust for him. Law relished in the affection she lavished on him in her attempts to coax him into the bedroom at all times of day, but regularly cursed his stamina for not being able to satisfy her as often as she would have liked him to. He could not believe that he was actually thankful her sex drive died down by the start of her third trimester.

By her 27th week, Nami had finally begun to show that she was pregnant, and then every single one of their crew mates began to fawn over her.

Shachi & Penguin were always on hand if she needed anything, but their efforts seemed to double once she began to show. Brook and Usopp would regularly sing to her stomach, and when Franky could stop his blubbering, he would join in, too. Zoro and Sanji's fighting had completely seized, much to everyone's surprise, and even Luffy seemed to be on his best behaviour around her.

Law enjoyed the atmosphere at that time. It was the most comfortable he had every felt in the company of the Strawhat crew. It seemed his extended family could be fairly normal, and not annoy him, but only when they wanted to.

Everyone was happy for the mother-to-be, and seemed to be stealing her attention whenever they could. So, Law was naturally grateful for the times when she was feeling a little depressed.

Nami had complained for weeks that it was almost impossible to tell that she was expecting, and then the moment she began to show, she dejectedly started to compare herself to every Seaking in the New World.

"I don't look cute anymore." She would sulk, then hug him for reassurance.

He couldn't properly convey to her what he felt when he looked at her. There was a fire in his chest that warmed every inch of him. 'She's carrying my baby.' The words seemed to circle round and and round in his head, like someone was stirring his emotions, and the warmth in his heart took the temperature up to boiling point. He literally felt sometimes like his heart was about to burst.

"Nami-ya, you're the most beautiful sight I've ever laid my eyes upon." He would tell her, and mean it wholeheartedly. To which, she would usually accuse him of being blind, and he would confess that he was, but only with love.

Law enjoyed that little routine which had become a part of their daily lives. When she was dispirited, he would always sit her on his lap, and cheer her up with talk of their future. He always took the opportunity to try and speak of baby names, despite the fact that they had agreed to not talk about it until they had met their child. When she would refuse to discuss it, he would busy his mind with pondering its sex as his hands rested on her bump, feeling their baby kick, and wriggle for comfort beneath his touch.

Nami obviously enjoyed that time together as much as he did. Any excuse she could find she would use it to go to him and seek refuge from everyone and everything. She would remain in his arms for as long as she could, usually until the sea demanded her attention.

"Arrgh. I hate you!" Nami screamed, then doubled over in pain while clutching her stomach. "Get away from me." She ordered when Law tried to help her up. "This is all your fault!"

"Stop being stupid, Nami-ya." Law frowned as he bent down to pick her up.

"Don't! I'm soaking wet." She moaned.

He really couldn't care that her waters had just broken, and that she was saturated. Law ignored her scowls, and scooped her up into his arms and headed towards his operatory. He decided to not use his ability then, he'd save his stamina, just in case.

"Where are we going? Take me to a hospital!" She demanded, then wailed with pain as another contraction hit her.

"My ship is a hospital."

"I don't want you to do it." She complained, trying to push him away from her.

Law stopped then, processing her words which seemed to cut deeper than any knife. "And why not?"

"Because ..."

"That isn't a reason." He chided.

"What if I poo! I don't want you to see that."

With a huff, Law continued to carry her. "I've seen you poo before." He argued.

"Accidental walking in on me while I'm on the toilet is a bit different!"

"I don't care. I'm a doctor, do you really think it's the first time I've seen something like that?"

"What about afterbirth?"

"The thought of seeing a placenta doesn't scare me, much as actually seeing one won't, either."

"But-"

"No buts!" Law stopped then, and forced her to look at him so she would understand just how serious he was. "Do you really think there is anything you could say or do to make me not want to personally deliver our baby?"

"Argghhhhh!" She screamed, then rubbed her stomach to try and alleviate some pain. "Have you done this before?"

"No, but we'll be fine." Law brushed off her concerns as he continued to make his way along the corridors of his ship.

"It won't be fine! How will I know when to breath so I don't tear? Shit, I don't want to tear, Law!"

"You won't." He assured her as he opened the door to what would soon be the delivery room.

"How do you know that?" Nami asked, clutching him tightly as he placed her on an operating table.

"I'll make sure." He said, the kissed her forehead before momentarily leaving her to get everything he would need to deliver their baby.

Law returned in his scrubs, and with a garment to change Nami into.

"How?" Nami asked while Law undressed her.

"Do you want anything for the pain?" He asked, completely ignoring her question.

"No." She quickly replied, cradling her stomach. "I don't want anything in the baby's system."

"Okay."

"Law?" She pleaded, and gripped his arm with a strength he didn't know she possessed.

"I'll use my ability." Law explained, then started to get her ready for hours of labour, and the eventual delivery.

11 hours later.

"Bastard!" Nami screamed. Her face was red with pain and anger while she clutched tightly at the bed sheets, snarling at him. "If you think I'm doing this again you've got another thing coming!"

"Push, Nami-ya. I can see the head." With that said, Law released his room again, and cut her flesh so she would not tear, as he promised she wouldn't.

After a final push and a loud cry from Nami, Law caught their baby in a bundle of towels, and immediately began to remove the mucus from its eyes.

"It's a boy." He muttered as he began to move towards Nami to hand the child over.

Law stared then at the child in his arms, completely overwhelmed by the frightening yet exhilarating experience of watching his son being born into the world.

As he looked at his son's scrunched up little face, Law was suddenly filled with a new sense of purpose. His whole world, his and Nami's world, had been transformed into something more beautiful by the precious bundle of joy in his arms, who was now beginning to cry.

To quell the tantrum he feared was coming, Law offered the boy his pinky finger. Small hands reached out, and tiny fingers curled around his digit.

Law marvelled at his perfect little boy, fascinated by the groves on his pink knuckles, and the tiny fingernails on the digits that were latched around his.

"Here." He said, when he finally handed him over. "I think he's hungry." Law observed as their boy had begun trying to suckle on his finger tip.

Law watched briefly as Nami nursed their son for the first time, then resumed his task of being doctor, and completing the delivery.

He clutched the umbilical cord, then clamped and cut it after feeling the placenta was no longer supplying the child with oxygen.

Law quickly disposed of it, then closed and cleaned Nami up, and shuffled onto the bed next to her.

"I'm sorry." Nami whispered.

"What for?" He asked, utterly confused. Law kissed her cheek, then flattened out the messy dark hair that adorned their sons head. "You don't have anything to apologise for."

"I'm sorry if you had your heart set on a name for him, because I want to name him after you." She explained lazily.

"Trafalgar Law Junior, it is then." They agreed.

I hope that was okay. As I said, I didn't want to freak anyone out, but I was asked by quite a few people to write this.

21st Nov 2014