Hmfan: The last chapter ended on a downer, and to be honest, this chapter might not be much happier. There might be some cute points. There has been a disproportionate amount of Sanji in my story, but I just think he'd be the most involved in their love affair. It's not so much a love triangle as it is the characterization of his protectiveness. Usopp cares a lot too, but he's paranoid. Zoro probably cares a lot more than he's willing to let on.

Would Luffy say the word fuck?

Surprise Pregnancy?

Nami didn't pass out, but Chopper suggested she laid down anyway while he went up to the library. After staring at the wall for nearly half an hour, she kept repeating the words she heard from Luffy in her head. Truly, she was a rational person, so by that point, she convinced herself that what she heard was out of context and she misheard it completely. Once she viewed what she saw in that light, she felt a lot better, so tears finally stopped falling from her face. By the time she had a chance to wipe them away, someone had knocked on the door. Nami smiled, assuming it was Luffy. "Come in!" she called after clearing her throat.

Instead, Sanji entered the doorway, "Nami, are you feeling alright now?" he asked.

How did he know she was in there? "Mhm," she responded. "I just didn't want to eat fish for lunch for some reason." While she tried pushing her lover's words out of her head, she read up on the symptoms associated with pregnancy from a book that she tucked under her pillow once someone came inside. Taste aversion or avoiding certain foods that you previously enjoyed was one of the earliest symptoms. The book said not to check for symptoms too diligently, but she couldn't help it.

Sanji knew she'd been crying, and he knew she'd been sick. "Do you want me to go get your dumb boyfriend?" Hopefully, she didn't hear their conversation from earlier. She had to see Luffy's face as he told everyone how he didn't want children. He looked miserable at the idea of staying away from Nami. Now, Sanji felt like the shitty person for giving him such a hard time. Momentarily, he wanted to chew Nami out because she was the one who opened up that can of words, but how could he blame the ship's youngest fair maiden?

"No!" protested Nami as she brought her knees to her chest. She didn't want to see him anytime soon. Maybe she wasn't as calm as she initially thought.

The cook sat at the foot of the bed and frowned at her. Nami heard indeed the conversation they had, but of course, he wouldn't bring it up to her while she was this depressed. That day made his head spin, but he surprisingly didn't lash out when Luffy revealed that his relationship with Nami had gotten sexual. What could he say to relieve her? The thought of pregnancy didn't cross his mind, but he had no idea just how sexually active she'd been with their captain. "Do you want to go out to the deck with me? I'll bring out a special lunch." he offered and didn't expect her to accept. However, she nodded, and he smiled.

Once she left the office, he dashed into the kitchen to whip up something simple and filled with love. As he chopped the fruits for the salad, he glared at Luffy who still didn't seem like his typically jubilant self. There he was - sluggishly chewing the pound of meat that was in his mouth. Honestly, Sanji wanted to play mediator and get the previously happy couple back to the way they were, but Nami wanted to be alone. He knew to respect her wishes. "Oi, Luffy," he called, "Stay in here while I bring Nami her food." With his direct eye contact, he wanted to make sure Luffy heard him loud and clear.

"Nami?" he repeated - his heart jumped from his chest, "Where is she?" He hadn't seen her all day. While they typically didn't spend all day with each other, he had a bad feeling about today. Before Sanji could respond, Luffy got to his feet and headed towards the door. If she truly was hurt, could he fix it?

When Luffy reached for the knob, a knife sliced through the wood of the door. "Stay in here," commanded Sanji in a low growl. He stomped towards him. "She doesn't want to see you," he said.

Luffy's fist tightened, and he sneered, "Nami is my girlfriend, Sanji! What are you doing?"

"You hurt her," explained Sanji as he blocked the door.

"What? Get of out my way. I need to see her," he protested, "She didn't seem like I hurt her when I did it with her today." While he'd typically flash a giant grin, he made a pensively grimaced at the thought of her anguish. If she was out there crying, he needed to see her. Pushing past Sanji and the door, Luffy reached the Sunny's deck. He didn't see Nami, and he panicked, "I thought she was outside." Where could she have gone? Flashing back to the time she left with the Merry, he shivered. He looked back and called, "Sanji!"

Sanji looked from side to side for their maiden, but she wasn't out there. They searched the clinic and the majority of the deck. Luffy followed his instinct and went straight to her room as the cook went up to the library.

There she was - lying on her bed like the angel he knew her to be. Her softly shut eyes lined with glimmering eyelashes made his heart melt. Parts of her pale, soft skin peeked from beneath her pink blankets. He knew to know exclaim how beautiful she slept. Several tear stains spotted the pillow beside her face. She'd been crying. "Nami," he whispered softer than he's ever spoken. How did Sanji know before he did? Perhaps, Luffy wasn't worthy of marrying her if he let her cry alone like this. He flung his hand back to close the door discretely and slowly proceeded to the maiden that slept before him. He feared his deafening heartbeat alone would wake her up.

Kneeling beside the bed, he removed his hat and lightly placed it on her head. Had he ever told how much it suited her? He finally grinned, "I love you, Nami." Then his face dropped once he remembered what their fate likely had in store. At that point, he was ignorant of the fact that Nami heard what he told Sanji and Brook. "They found out our secret, and I'm sorry we can't make babies," apologized the captain, "I want to protect them, and right now, I don't know if I can." His eyes watered as he continued, "It's okay if you find someone safer, but I'll do everything I can to make you happy." Why did he say that? Maybe she wanted to have a family. "Do you want kids?" he asked, but hopefully she didn't respond.

Although he wanted to lie down with her, he refrained and sunk into the edge of the bed. Her face was so peaceful that he found himself drifting off to sleep.

Nami woke up in the early evening to Luffy's hand wrapped around her ankle. She needed to pry herself from his grasp before leaving to see Chopper. He likely finished whatever concoction he planned on creating for her. The idea of going there now made her sick, but the ship's doctor would track her down if she didn't go when he wanted her to go. Anxiously, she cracked open the door to the clinic and shut it behind her slowly. Spotting the mixture that Chopper left on his desk, she grabbed the jar and took a deep breath.

Was this even complete? It looked like a clear jar of water. She held it up to the light and spun it around. The bits of dark green herbs spiraled within the liquid. If Chopper went to take a bath, then she should probably pee into the solution right there before anyone caught her. Laughing to herself, she raised a free hand to ruffle her hair nervously but touched the crown of her beloved's straw hat instead. The realization of the entire situation sank in. All of a sudden, the possibility of having Luffy's child was on the horizon.

Now, she had to go through this rigamarole of testing just to get a decent sleep tonight.

All she had to do was pee, right? Then she would have to wait 12 hours before it turned blue or pink. Blue meant she wasn't pregnant. Pink meant she was. The waiting aspect was harder than it sounded. After she had pulled down her pants, she focused all her energy on aiming at the target.

Moments passed, and she finished the test. Still holding the jar in her hand, Nami sighed.

"Whoa! What are you doing?" called out a familiar voice.

Nami screamed and dropped the glass after looking back to see her lover - Luffy. "Luffy!" she barked.

Luffy continued, "Did you see that? It turned from see-through to pink like magic."

"Shit! It did?" she blurted. Then what did that mean? Chopper said it would take hours - not seconds. Shards of glass surrounded her, and she couldn't move from her spot. Then again, could she freak out over anything this idiot observed? "Are you absolutely sure that's what you saw? And why are you following me?" interrogated Nami.

He blinked, "Yeah. I know my colors!" Of course, he knew what color the water turned, and he never saw anything like that before. "Can I do it, too?" he eagerly requested.

However, Nami had no response. Her pale face should have said it all as she looked at the mess around her. She was too intelligent to dismiss the results, but her denial managed to push it to the back of her mind. The books led her to believe that there was no room for doubt.

Surprisingly, Luffy had the sense of mind to stretch out his arms and pick up his puzzled princess. He snaked his arm around her body even though he knew she didn't like that. "Stepping on glass hurts," he reminded Nami as he hugged her hips. While he was aware that his fingers pressed her ass, he tried to gulp down the sensation that swelled in his body. Once the captain placed Nami in a glass-free zone, he sighed. If he held onto her longer, he wouldn't have been able to control himself. He could feel a hard-on coming up as it was. Looking at her bare bottom didn't help, so he diverted his attention.

Nami, however, was not making attempts to quiet her cravings. In fact, she wanted a distraction from the tremendous anxiety she'd been harboring over her future. Her perfect distraction came to her rescue. The sweet scent of his arousal drew her towards him as she rubbed his crotch. Maybe he wouldn't mind doing it after all. "Luffy," she beckoned, "Just forget about what you saw. Let's do something fun instead." Her body hungered for his touch when she kissed him, but he didn't grab onto any part of her body like he typically did.

Instead, Luffy clenched fists hung at his sides. When his lover pulled back, he gritted his teeth. The conversation he previously had with Sanji replayed in his head. Luffy suddenly saw Nami as sensitive. He never wanted to hurt her, and he'd never physically hurt her. Slowly, the captain backed away from Nami and pushed down on his growing member. At all costs, he could not look below her waist. "What were you doing with the glass thing?" he questioned her to change the subject. Of course, that wouldn't work. Nami was better at paying attention. She noticed every detail of the world. That's why she could make maps so well.

"Luffy," she said in a quiet, shaking breath. This moment was Nami's last ditch effort to find out if he lost interest in her. When they made eye contact, she hoped he didn't see the tears swelling in her eyes. "Why are you being like this?"

"Like what?" he quietly laughed because nothing she said was actually a joke. He looked at the ground because looking at her face hurt his heart. "Uh," he stammered, "Maybe we should think about the wedding some more, Nami." Somehow, he expected to lift her spirits by talking about their inevitable marriage. Before today happened, she would always smile whenever they talked about weddings. The only aspect of the ceremony he liked to discuss was the food, but he would make an exception if Nami could become happier. She had those tears in the corner of her eyes, and he wanted to stop them. "I'll do anything," promised Luffy as he grabbed Nami by the shoulders.

Wedding? Nami could hardly trust that Luffy loved her. His primal desires created him. Even his name had "monkey" in it. "Fuck me," she demanded.

He wanted to fuck her, but this desperate side of Nami wasn't her. Since when did she ever beg for anything? "Snap out of it. You usually like to talk about sex with me," he began to say why they shouldn't do it. He wanted to say how everyone told him to stop because of what might happen in the future. Their dreams were what they set out to achieve, and as she got to her knees, his eyes followed her hands. Could it be? Nami would suck on him like she did the other day. He quivered at the thought. Luffy knew they couldn't make babies if it were just something like this.

Despite the ecstasy that surged through his body, he saw that her tears hadn't stopped. Suddenly, the moment sickened him. Nami didn't enjoy this, and neither did he. Why was she acting like this? He stopped moaning and tried to back away, but his back was against the wall.

"What's wrong?" she coughed and stopped going down on him. While his lower regions swelled to perfection, his audible pleasure had receded as time passed. Looking up, she saw his blank expression as he held his breath.

"I," he paused to lie, "don't want this anymore - this mouth thing."

Her heart dropped, "What?" asked Nami desperately.

"You don't like this, and I don't want to have sex with you," he confessed.

What could she say now? One of her worst fears had come true.

"If we keep doing this, then you might have a baby," explained the captain. This situation hurt him, too. He put his hand over his heart. Nami had aspirations just like he did, so he wasn't being selfish.

Nami didn't understand why the typically light-hearted Luffy disliked the thought of having children. Essentially, he was a child. They would have a lot of fun. Plus, there was a humongous chance that she was already pregnant. As much as she didn't want to believe him, she quivered and sobbed. This situation was her fault. If she thought a little longer before she jumped his bones, they would only plan out their love and future marriage.

"I really wanna have sex all the time with you, and I love you a lot," said Luffy, "That's why I don't want to hurt you and ruin your dreams. I don't want to make babies. There's a way to do it a lot and not have any babies. After we figure that stuff out, we can do it as much as we want!" His eyes lit up as he talked about their flourishing future. Water dripped from the corner of his mouth. However, even he could see the dullness of her eyes reflected her lack of excitement. He frowned. If that wasn't what she wanted, then what could he do? When she didn't respond, he desperately asked, "What do you want me to do?"

She stood up, pulled up her jeans, and walked to the door that led to the deck. Pushing her hand against the wood, she slowly opened the door. "I want to be alone," requested Nami. Although Luffy didn't respond, she knew he followed her out the door. Suddenly, she didn't want to face him. Her desperation for sex disgusted her. This feeling wasn't about the sex. It was their shared fear of their lives changing for good.

And he didn't want her to leave. For some reason, he had a feeling that she held a secret from him. He wanted to shatter the invisible wall that stood between them before she escaped. How could he trust that she'd come back if they didn't fix this conflict? She had left him before. So as she deliberately took the step out the door, he took a step forward as well. Following her out to the deck, he begged, "Nami." No other request followed. Once she turned around, her brilliant hair shined and blew in the twilight wind. Although the image of her anguish struck him, he marveled at her beauty. Reaching out, he grabbed her arm without thinking. Now was not the time for romance - even he knew that.

"Don't touch me!" shouted Nami. In front of everyone on the deck, she repeated to Luffy, "Leave me alone." Tears were streaming from her eyes as she sobbed. She couldn't look at his face.

"Okay," he agreed, "I won't bother you."

Luffy didn't typically enjoy drinking alcohol, but when Zoro offered him a dish of sake, he took it. As the sun disappeared into the horizon, he looked up at the night sky and counted the stars. Anything would be better than thinking about losing Nami. Unfortunately, he wasn't very good at counting, so he diverted his attention to Brook.

The song he played was probably meant to be peaceful. However, for the time and situation, this piece had a melancholy tone. Slow and at a low octave, he strummed the strings on his violin. Music had a way of filling in moments that lacked words. The squabble between Nami and Luffy left everyone speechless. Should they console them or let the situation play out on its own? For the most part, they chose the latter - save for Zoro offering the morose captain a drink.

Chopper was still researching in the library with Robin, and Sanji emerged from the kitchen sometime after he heard the shouting. Of course, Nami had immediately fled after Luffy agreed not to bother her. That left some of the men on the ship to keep the straw hat company. None of them were particularly adept at comforting. They weren't even sure what happened, and Luffy didn't seem willing to tell them. If he wanted to, he would have done it immediately.

Instead, Luffy requested help from Brook, "I want to write a song for her - Nami, my future wife," he yawned. Maybe a happy song would make her happier, and they would go back to normal.

The tension slightly receded among the crew. They all sighed simultaneously - except for Luffy. Could they continue as if this were a typical evening? The captain hardly ever sulked over anything other than food. Many of them were curious about the trigger that led to Nami's explosive demand. Sanji had to be held back by several of their crewmates. Now that Luffy seemed to change the subject, they couldn't bring up the conflict. Alas, their curiosity and concern would have to wait another night.

Brook opened his mouth and stared at Luffy. Although the musician lacked eyes, he could still see that the sadness hadn't entirely left Luffy. "Luffy, do you want it to have lyrics?" asked the skeleton.

"No," answered Luffy, "I'm not good at thinking about words when I think about her." He hiccuped. While he only drank a few cups of sake, he was thoroughly plastered. There were a lot of words floating around in his head. At any minute, the words and secrets about the day could come spilling from his mouth. "I want something happy and pure and hot and sexy and wet."

"How could you be horny at a time like this?" asked Zoro as he let go of Sanji.

Sanji had a flaming aura around him. "Luffy, don't talk about Nami like that!" commanded the cook. He knew not to question the incident. His shaking hands managed to light up a cigarette. This situation - whatever it fucking was - had gone into the gutter as he predicted. Looking around the deck, most of the crew didn't know how to handle the conflict. As much as he hated to let go, he wouldn't want to get in the way of Nami's happiness. Too bad for him, she fell in love with a naive man-child. His blood pressure stayed high.

Luffy moaned, "I want the song to make me feel as good as Nami does."

This piqued Brook's interest. "What does Nami do to you?" he hungrily inquired.

Sanji kicked the air between Brook and Luffy. "You have a death wish, Brook? Luffy?" threatened Sanji.

As expected, Luffy seemed to continue with the evening like his turmoil didn't exist. Perhaps the alcohol revived his usual jovial mood. Regardless, thinly veiled disaster hung in the near future. Fog floated across the darkening sea when Zoro handed Luffy another drink. Most of them could see he already had enough, but they didn't want to rehash whatever quarrel he had earlier.

When the captain began to sing along with Brook, he felt sick. The alcohol didn't seem to help his concerns about Nami. "I sawww Nami take a pissss in a cup," he slurred, "Thennn she got mad at meee. Then she started sucking my penissss. Then she got mad at me againnnn."

Everyone stayed silent. None of them had any grasp on medical pathology, so they didn't understand that Nami could be pregnant. Sanji didn't even react when the drunken pirate confessed to getting oral from her. In fact, he'd grown numb from the alcohol, and the bombardment of PDA.

Luffy continued, "You guys think she's sick? She's been sleeping all day, and she didn't eat the stuff she usually eats."

Maybe the world didn't produce many babies in the age of pirates. None of the adult men could put two and two together except Brook. "Yohoho, perhaps Nami has been like that because she is pregnant. Do you want to write a song about your baby, too?" casually Brook took out his violin while the rest of the guys dropped their jaw.

"What?" everyone simultaneously exclaimed.

"S-s-so that means Nami's going to have a baby if she's sick?" asked Luffy. He couldn't stifle his grin. The alcohol in his blood didn't allow him to remember that pregnancy was a bittersweet thing for them. However, for the time, he couldn't subdue his elation.

Brook shrugged, "It is only a suspicion. I did not see any proof with my own eyes - not that I have eyes."

Sanji hand-chopped him for his facetious remarks. As much as the crew wanted to blow off that possibility, most of them couldn't shake it.

No one knew what to think of the new prospect. Before they could begin to drill Luffy on the matter, the ship vibrated. Large motors churned from down below. Breaking their thoughts, they looked at each other. The only person who had the slightest idea of what happened was Franky. Franky knew what made those particular motors turn. In fact, he could finish Robin's sentence when she rushed out of the girls' room. The rare look of horror on her face told him everything.

"I can't find Nami anywhere!" she shouted.

Everyone stood up if they weren't already except for Franky. He nodded, "She's probably taking the waver somewhere to cooool down."

"Yeah," began Usopp, "But does she know where she's going?"

Zoro responded, "Well, she's our navigator, so she probably does."

While most of the Straw Hats didn't see the point of worrying, Sanji continued to look across the sea for Nami as Robin fervently scoured every nook and cranny of the Thousand Sunny. He knew she'd been acting strangely as of late. Although he wanted to blame and pulverize the senseless leader, he couldn't. That would probably upset Nami, for she loved the fortunate bastard. Earlier that day, he saw them harmoniously napping together, and as a person who cared about both of them, he subsequently managed to accept that they belong to each other. He wanted to keep them together.

Brook looked around for the captain. "I wonder where Luffy went. We were about to write more lyrics."

Oh yeah. Where did he go?

Suddenly several members of the crew caught sight of Luffy as he stood towards the fore of the ship. Grabbing onto the edge, he walked backward to stretch his arms. Usopp frowned and sighed when he saw this. After all, there was a huge chance that Luffy would land in the water. Usopp would be the one to fish him out since Sanji had his hands tied up looking for Nami. He motioned to the others so that one of them could do something.

The crew realized he had somehow gotten there. Zoro tried to stop him. "Don't do anything stupid, Luffy," he warned. Maybe it was a mistake to give him alcohol. There was nothing Zoro could do about it at that point. For the swordsman, that was a pretty big effort.

However, there was no response. Luffy had to concentrate. He wanted to find his target. "I'm going to go get my wife," he hiccuped, "I don't know why she's running away again, but I'll bring her back, guys." And before anyone could stop him, he ejected himself hundreds of meters out to sea. "Nami!" shouted Luffy as he began to fall hundreds of meters from the sky. He didn't understand why she wanted to run away.

Everyone shouted from the deck, "Luffy!"

A/N: I've lost readers because of my lack of updates. I'm seeing writers that published their first chapters around the same time that I did, and they all have more reviews/follows/favorites. I'm so jealous. lol

Let me know how I can improve.

Oh, and I mapped out all my One Piece pairings. Depending on what you guys think, I might not include them in the story: LuffyNami, ZoroTashigi, UsoppKaya, SanjiViolet (or Vivi), FrankyRobin, BrookOC, SaboKoala. I probably have more if I think about it. Sorry that I'm not a huge fan of ZoroRobin. Since this story got added to a LuNa/ZoRo C2, I can probably refrain from using pairings that include Robin or Zoro. Maybe I'll cave and throw in a triangle.