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Life sucks then you get Married

Chapter 3 A winter Wonderland

I awoke to the strange, far off sounds of someone humming, the clattering of dishes, and the ooh so very distinct scent of coffee.

And the worst hang over I ever had.

My head was pounding, my eyes hurt, and my stomach was doing an array of fancy flip flops and summersaults.

Not to mention the fact that the once beautiful sun seemed like the devil himself was burning my skin.

And this is why I don't mix drinks.

It's not worth it.

For any of you young, fresh, new, beginners out there; never, ever mix drinks.

It's not worth it.

It makes a hangover ten times worse.

I groaned in pain then slowly sat up in bed. Only to realize that this wasn't my sheets. Or pillows. Or blankets. Or bed.

I looked up to see very unfamiliar walls surrounding me.

Where the hell am I?

Just then I saw a tall, shadowed figure stride into the doorway.

"Ah, Nami-Swan you're awake." I squinted at the guy.

He seemed familiar.

Who was he again?

I peered at him through my tired, aching eyes and saw blonde hair, a cigarette, and rolled up dress shirt sleeves. Who the hell was this guy?

The chief?

No.

Body guard?

No.

Nurse?

…No.

So who was he?

"Nami-Swan?" He walked up to me and gently pushed me back down against the pillows. "You must have a horrible hangover right My Love?" He whispered softly as he brushed my fringes out of my eyes. "Here." He reached beside the bed to the table and held out a glass of water. "Take this and this." He placed two aspirin in the palm of my hand then the glass of water in my other.

I stared at him as he stood back up and left the room.

Who was he?

Oh shit.

I've been kidnapped haven't I?

See kiddies?

This is why you should never drink.

You wind up in places you don't know being held hostage by, admittedly an attractive guy but still.

I sighed and popped the two aspirin in my mouth then chased it down with some water.

"Here you go My Love." He reappeared in the room and placed a try filled with coffee, pancakes and scrambled eggs on my lap. "This should help you feel better." He smiled at me then to the glass out of my hand. "It will soak up some of that alcohol you drank."

"Who are you?" I inquired.

I couldn't take the suspense.

If I really was kidnapped I'd like to know.

"Why it's me, Sanji."

Awkward silence.

So I'm supposed to know my kidnapper?

"Uh, listen…Mr. Kidnapper guy? I don't know what you want or-"

"Kidnaper?" The guy named Sanji grabbed my hands and held them close. "Why no My Love! Oh you drank too much didn't you? It is I." He gestured to his heart. "Your fiancé."

Awkward silence.

Well this is pathetic.

I got so drunk that I don't even remember my own fiancé.

Granted I don't even know the guy but still.

I chewed on my lower lip and watched him as he stood up, walked to the dresser and pulled out a simple black Marylin Manson tee and black gym shorts then placed them on my bed. "Take a shower and change into these my darling." He smiled then closed the door behind him as he left.

I sat there.

I mean I just sat there staring at the wall.

Okay. Fiancé. Getting married. Dad. Right Dad. This was all his doing.

I sighed and ignored the pounding in my head as I crawled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.

I smelled bad.

And I mean bed.

I stumbled to the sink and stared at my reflection. I had the stench of alcohol caked onto me like a second skin, my hair was a mess, my make up smeared, and horrible bags under my glassy eyes.

In short I looked like shit.

I sighed and groaned in pain as I peeled off my stained clothes and dropped them on white tiles. They were literally clinging to my skin.

Behind me I heard the bathroom door click shut then the muffled sound of Sanji's voice. "Nami my love, I know you have a hangover but please be a careful; my father along with your own is supposed to be here soon."

Oh.

I left the door unlocked.

No more mixing drinks.

Ever.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

My head was spinning.

Okay, time for a shower.

I groaned and made my way over to the stall and turned on the hot water.

I desperately needed a shower.

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The shower felt good.

Really good.

Now I felt like I could face my fiancé and get some answers.

Like why I'm his wife-to-be.

So as I'm slipping on the Marylin Manson shirt in the room, I hear a pounding on the door followed be Luffy's voice. "Hey, Nami you fell in or something?"

God I loved that guy. "Yeah! I'm fine Luffy give me a second."

He could make me feel better in less than ten seconds.

And I haven't even seen his face yet.

I slipped on the black shorts then ran over to the door and yanked it open.

There stood Luffy in all his goofy glory; dressed in a simple red button down over a black wife beater and hip hugger baggy blue jeans. "Luffy!" I grinned and threw myself into his surprised arms.

It felt good to be in someone's familiar arms while being surrounded in chaos.

"Hey Nami." He whispered into my hair and wrapped one arm around my waist and hoisted me up so my legs wrapped around his waist. "You were so drunk last night."

"I know." I mumbled and breathed in his scent as he tangled his fingers in my locks.

"I was worried about you!" He laughed then whirled me around and threw me on the couch.

"Ouch!" Damn him.

Damn him and his hyper personality.

I took a moment to look around the room. It was spacious, very spacious. Meaning it was probably one of the most expensive suits they had. I was currently lying on the couch, in front of the coffee table. There was a large, flat screen television, two other sofas, two end tables, and a desk. I sat up and looked behind the couch to see a counter and a kitchen with my fiancé in it with Luffy by his side.

"Hey Sanji I got your wife for you!" Luffy laughed then winked at me. "Did you know he's a chief Nami?"

I sighed then sank back into the couch.

Yeah I wanted to get to know him but it's weird that my best friend knows more than me.

"Please be quite Luffy, Nami-Swan has a horrible hangover." I heard Sanji chide him them walk over to my side. "Here my Love, you didn't eat before your shower you should eat now." He placed the tray on the coffee table then took a folk filled with eggs and held them up for me to eat.

"Uh, I'm perfectly capable of eating on my own. Have been since I was three…" This was awkward. Really awkward.

"But I can feed you my love." He pushed the fork closer. "Allow me."

"Awww so cute Nami! He's feeding you!" Luffy's voice rang loud in my ears.

I closed my eyes and tried to block out the pounding echoing in my head.

"Don't worry I'll get the door just let him feed you Nami!"

Oh.

So it wasn't in my head.

"Come on my love, open up. You must eat something after all the alcohol."

I glared at the fork inches from my lips.

Might as well.

I leaned forward and let the warm, puffy substance glide past my lips and onto my tongue. Then I tasted the cool metal of the fork before he pulled it out of my mouth.

"Good." I heard his deep voice rumbled as I slowly chewed the egg. It was warm and soft. "How does it taste?"

I swallowed.

It was good.

Really good.

I wanted more.

In short it wet my appetite.

"Good." I mumbled.

"So you're feeding her now?"I turned to see Zoro staring down at us, one eye brow raised, his face a mask of annoyance.

"Hey Zoro!" I smiled at him. He was wearing a simple white v-neck and black slacks. His usual attire really.

"Hey Nami. How are you feeling?" Zoro asked simply, leaning over the back of the couch and patting my shoulder.

"Fine." I took the mug of coffee Sanji held out for me. "Hangover. You know the usual."

"Hn." I saw him nod out of the corner of my eye. "So I saw your dad on my way here." He shifted slightly then hopped over the back of the couch to sit at my side. "He's really excited about the wedding-did you know they've already chose a date?"

"Really?" Sanji stood up and handed the plate to me.

Which I gratefully accepted.

"Yeah. You two are going to have a winter themed wedding." HE turned to me and looked over my frame. "I can see why they'd choose that…you would look fantastic wearing white in a white setting."

"I completely agree." Sanji answered, sitting on the loveseat across from me.

"I agree too!" Luffy's voice called from the kitchen.

Oh no.

He's alone in the kitchen.

Luffy's alone in the kitchen.

The kitchen has food.

Lots of food.

That guy can eat his weight in food and still be as healthy as a seahorse.

And never gain a pound.

"Luffy no." I ordered in a stern voice.

He makes me feel like his mum when it comes to food.

"Put it down Luffy." Zoro joined in.

We both knew him well.

After a few minute of shuffling, a broken glass, one incredibly shocked Sanji; Luffy sat down.

And the conversation was revived with me not included. I was eating.

"A winter wedding huh." Sanji nodded as he lit his cigarette and took a puff. "I'm guessing at the Villa? Covered in snow with a guest list of…somewhere in the ball park of seven thousand?"

Zoro nodded.

"Wow that's a lot of people!" Luffy exclaimed as I bit into the most fabulous pancake ever. "Sanji you made this?" I asked as I took a sip of the milk.

His eyes sparkled.

I mean really, you could see the glimmer in the irises.

"Yes My Love-are you enjoying it?"

I nodded and took another bite. "It's amazing. I'm in heaven."

"Then I shall cook for you every day!"

"Come to think of it, everything you said is right." Zoro eyed Sanji. "How'd you know?"

Sanji shrugged casually and took a puff of smoke. "I've been hanging out with Nami-Swan's and my father for a few months now."

Awkward silence.

And Luffy is the one to break it. "Why?"

"On business."

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After about half an hour of which was absurdly boring, I was the whisked away to a restaurant where I met my father and Chief Zeff and got a very disapproving look from my dad about my attire.

Now this time it wasn't my fault.

After all Sanji was the one who picked out my clothing then dragged me out of the room.

So here I am, sitting in a restaurant picking at the lousy food while everyone else discusses the wedding.

Leaving me out.

All alone.

Even Luffy and Zoro are tossing their oppions into the mix.

But hey I'm just the bride.

Who cares what I think?

"Nami."

Oh yeah, now include me.

I turned to see my father smiling at me.

You know for some reason I don't think that's a good smile.

"So Nami you will be getting married in December at the Villa that we-" He gestured to Zeff. "-and I own. It will be winter themed, you and Sanji will spend one week there together after the wedding and then honeymoon."

Okay?

"Sounds fantastic." Sanji smiled and placed his hand atop mine. "How does Fiji sound My Love?"

Better seem happy.

I mean Sanji seems to be happy so why not make the most of it?

And he's one hell of an amazing cook.

"Sounds nice…tropical islands…amazing beaches…yeah…Fiji." I could deal with Fiji.

"By the way." Zeff cut in, clearing his throat and dabbing his mouth with a napkin. "I think Nami should move in with Sanji soon don't you?"

Awkward silence.

I heard a growl then Luffy stood up. "What? No! No Nami is not moving in with him! Not without me she isn't!"

Go Luffy!

I really wanted to hug him right now.

I mean, don't get me wrong Sanji seems like a nice guy and everything but I barley know him.

That idea was absolutely, without a doubt, insane.

Dad will never agree to such a thing.

I turned to look at my dad. "Okay, sounds fine. You two will move into an apartment together."

And the universe just loves me doesn't it?

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