A/N: I finally wrote the first chapter of Nami's Father. It connects to this story.
You guys are gonna hate me for this chapter.
What?
Chopper held a stethoscope to Mikan's chest as she set on Nami's lap. He listened for any abnormalities like rubbery organs or fire, but everything seemed healthy. The doctor smiled, "Basically, there's no way to find out until she's able to use her power." The thick, gloomy atmosphere confused him. Their child would have a relatively normal childhood if they had yet to experience difficulties. "It'll be fine. She'll be super strong like Luffy," assured Chopper.
Nami frowned, "Hopefully, it's not a Logia fruit. Those would probably be difficult to control." Since the night before, she failed to smile. No matter how cute Mikan's smile was, she felt an empty pit inside her chest. She watched as her child grabbed her hair. "No matter what, she will be strong," she whispered. Her daughter already seemed to have enough strength to sit up. "Okay," Nami turned to Chopper. "Can you look at me now?"
Luffy had not grabbed his hat from the girls' room. Nami cried all night, so they fell asleep in the library where no one could hear them.
He picked Mikan up from Nami's lap and held her to his chest. They had approximately one week before the wedding. Initially, he looked forward to the occasion, but now, that day meant his grandfather would come. He poked Mikan's cheek and watched her laugh. Before meeting his daughter, he never fathomed how he could build such an attachment to a literal crybaby. "Mi-chan," he called in a quiet, monotone voice, "Papa thinks you're super strong."
"Okay," said the doctor, "How are you feeling?" He turned to the navigator.
"Kind of sick," Nami honestly answered, "I think it's because of Mikan leaving or maybe because of the birth control Piano gave me."
The captain added, "I didn't get sick."
Chopper raised his brow and gulped. "It's a birth control, and she gave it to both of you? Can I please see it?" he requested. Once Nami gave her the vile, he nearly dropped it. Huffing, he observed the sweat on the couple's foreheads. As a doctor, he had to get to the point. As their friend, he needed to tell them in the nicest way possible. He definitely wanted to avoid scaring Nami off like he did last time. After a deep breath, he revealed, "This isn't birth control. It's fertility treatment."
"What?" screamed the couple at the top of their respective lungs.
Of course, that news revitalized the energy in the room. No one had decided whether positive or negative energy had entered the room, but the new certainly shook them.
In disbelief, Nami gasped at the solution she handed to Chopper from her pocket. "Piano," she exclaimed. How could she do that? "Maybe she got mixed up."
Luffy tried to think back to the dozens of times he had sex over the past few months. "Do I jump out of you all the time? Like, before I sploosh!" he turned to Nami and exclaimed as he raised Mikan up in the air to emphasize the sploosh. She cheered.
Chopper cringed and yelled, "Luffy!" He wished he could un-hear that.
Unfortunately, Nami could not hit him with Mikan in his arms. "Luffy, don't ask me about that in front of Mikan or Chopper or anyone," she lectured. After contemplating their dozens of sexcapades, he almost certainly finished inside her at some point. One of the best sexual experiences she had with him ended with her requesting that he cum inside of her. Gulping, she turned to Chopper, "Are you saying that I could be pregnant again? What do I do? I don't want to go through that."
"I'm saying that it's a fertility potion," he nervously smiled as he held up a hoof. "I have some leftover ingredients. I'll mix up a test for you again, so try to relax, Nami."
The new mother had not been able to relax for the past several months. Biting her lip, she trembled as she glanced at Luffy - her rubbery rock. "We'll tell everybody everything now," Nami resolved as they nodded towards each other. Hopefully, the medicine was weak or fake. Some days, she forgot to take it, too. She laughed, took Mikan, and exited the sickbay. "I'll come back when you're ready, Chopper," she shouted on the way out to the deck.
Luffy approached Chopper. He had not decided how to feel. "What do we do if she's not pregnant?" he asked. Part of him still did not understand how likely pregnancy could be for them. "Nami keeps puking just like last time, and she keeps sleeping like last time, too. She can still be pregnant, right?" In fact, since Piano told them she couldn't be pregnant, Luffy worried about his beloved navigator's health.
The doctor had already begun frantically combining the necessary components in his small laboratory. "It's not ready right now. I'll try to get it out in an hour or two. It has to cook," Chopper explained as he poured a green solution into an orange liquid.
"Okay," he frowned as he sat on the clinic bed to anticipate the completion. "I'll give it to her when you're done," Luffy said.
Nami climbed to the dojo with Mikan strapped to her chest in a baby carrier. She had no intention of visiting Chopper again that day, and she refused to admit that they would see each other again. Although she agreed that she would tell everyone the truth, honesty wasn't her strongest virtue. Often, she preferred to take the path of least resistance.
For that day, she wanted to take Mikan around to visit their Nakama and plan out the wedding. In addition to the influx of sadness and happiness she experienced from the Somehow, she wanted to avoid bringing up the fact that Mikan would have to leave on the day of the wedding. Whenever she thought of bringing the subject up, she would get a lump in her throat.
Brook and Zoro trained in the dojo as if today were not the day her life suddenly changed direction. Their swords clashed as Nami entered the room. She wanted to figure out what they planned on wearing for the ceremony. Brook might already have an idea since he always wore a suit, but Zoro would need guidance to find proper formal clothes.
Breaking his concentration, the green-haired musclehead stopped the sparring session. "Wait, why are you even coming up here? You never come up to the dojo," Zoro panted, "I can't think about avoiding the kid when I swing my sword."
"Her name is Mikan, Zoro," sighed Nami. Analyzing him, she realized he would break one of Sanji's suits if she tried to get him to wear it. He had a much bulkier build. Sometimes she wished that they had a tailor for rare occasions like this. "What are you going to wear to the wedding?"
"What do you mean?" he exclaimed. "I'm wearing what I always wear. It's just a party, right?"
Brook corrected him so Nami did not have to, "It is a ceremony which is more formal than a party. I have a suit, Nami-san."
She nodded, "Yeah, but Zoro needs one, too. Do we need to go into the city once we land?"
Zoro thought for a second. He certainly never planned on wearing a suit to the party, but he would make an exception. "I have that suit from Dressrosa."
"That's not formal enough."
"What?!" shouted Zoro. "Yeah, it is. That's what I'm gonna wear."
Mikan began to cry. She flailed her arms and wailed as fat tears fell down her face. "Ba!" she angrily declared.
The swordsman's eye twitched. He knew that a baby could not understand the conversation, but somehow, she persuaded him. Walking over to her, he pet her hairy head as she slowly stopped crying. "You are gonna be annoying like your mom, aren't you?" he heartily laughed. Glaring at Nami, Zoro grunted, "Fine, but you're gonna have to give me some more allowance. I'm not paying for it myself!"
Mikan giggled once Zoro and Brook gave her attention.
"It seems that Mikan-chan has swayed your soul, Zoro. Yo ho ho!" Brook suggested.
"That's not what happened!"
Brook approached the baby as well. His former crew aimed to make children smile. However, Mikan never seemed to need his help. She enjoyed him before he played a single note on his guitar. "She's the cutest member of the crew. She's already stolen my heart," he commented. "Oh wait, I don't have a heart."
Mikan's eyes captured all the light in the Crows' Nest as she gazed at the two swordsmen. The baby gurgled, "Ba!"
"What genre of music would you like to hear at your wedding, Nami?" asked Brook.
She thought for a moment. "Anything you play is great, Brook. I trust you!"
Zoro grunted, "Why can't you say that about what I wear?"
"Boo! Boo!" explained Mikan. Saliva fell from her mouth as she waved her hands at Zoro.
"Oh," he answered. "I don't know what you're saying." Petting her head again, he grinned.
Nami noticed that they seemed to already build a mutual attachment. She could not fathom telling them her daughter would have to leave. Instead of facing the issue, she decided that she should move onto other parts of the ship. Softly smiling, the navigator decided to go to the next group of Straw Hats she saw. "I'll give the money to you tomorrow. Buy the suit, and then, we'll talk," she said to Zoro on her way out.
"That super is not gonna happen!"
Robin stood in the Aquarium Bar across from Franky. She crossed her arms against her chest and looked at the fishes that swam in the enormous tank. "I'm getting older, Franky. I never had someone that I love and could father my children. I never thought I would find anyone," she frowned.
Franky placed his hand on his head. She seemed serious. Children meant she wanted more than one? "Look, look, I know it works, but I don't even know if it can do that," he admitted. Kids were great, but he was already a father-ish figure to the Straw Hats. On top of that, he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold them properly with his metal hands. Maybe if he modded himself a bit, he could figure out something.
The raven-haired woman sat on Franky's speedo-clad lap. "I know, darling. Do you think we could try?" she asked as she nuzzled her head against him. They have been intimate on several occasions, but they always tried to be careful. Her body called for him to procreate with her, so there must have been a way for them to make it happen.
Kissing him, she tried not to get ahead of herself, for she knew they typically waited until everyone fell asleep. However, she could not resist his pull.
"Ow! Let's do it, " exclaimed Franky as Robin removed the single article of clothing he wore. Maybe her alluring body talked him into doing the deed, or maybe he could no longer deny his latent desire to have children. Either way, he wanted her at that moment.
After they finished, Nami entered. With Mikan in the carrier strapped to her chest, she covered her daughter's eyes. "I knew I wasn't the only one," exclaimed Nami in front of the bottomless Robin.
The raven haired woman blushed. "Nami, please don't tell the others," Robin politely begged as she pulled on her pants. Looking back to Franky, she saw that he must have fallen asleep soon after their rendezvous. Gulping, she looked towards Nami again. "You will refrain, right?" she asked.
"I won't," promised the navigator. "As long as you get him to wear a suit, then I won't say anything." She witnessed the tension fade from her crewmates face. However, she added, "And pants."
Gloom struck Robin. Her frown deepened. That would be impossible. "I'll try," she sighed. Expecting for questions to follow, she continued, "We've been intimate since we met, but we typically try to control ourselves. I attempt to control myself at least, but he has an irresistible charm. Sometimes I cannot help myself." She covered Franky's privates with a spare pair of hands.
Nami lifted an eyebrow as she watched drool drip from Franky's mouth. Of course, she did not need to know their intimacy status, but they were friends. She shook her head and smiled at Robin. "Sure, but could you also help me search for a dress today? I have to feed Mikan first," she suggested.
She shook her head and smiled at Robin. "Sure, but could you also help me search for a dress today? I have to feed Mikan first," she suggested.
"Of course," Robin agreed, "I can help with that!"
Franky woke up! "Huh? What?" he snorted as he sat up. Looking around, he saw Nami and her daughter. "Hey, Nami, did you know what you wanted for the crib? We're almost done, but Usopp's gotta paint it."
"Um," she began. She tried not to think about the other kid that might be on the way. Mikan mattered the most at that point. "I think she'd want yellow like Sunny weather and aqua like the ocean. Maybe there should be a few streaks of orange in the yellow since her name is Mikan. Also, could you put her name on it?" requested Nami. She decided to let Robin tell him that he would have to find a suit with pants.
With a smaller hand, he pointed towards the mess hall. "Talk to Usopp. He's in the mess hall," he explained.
"Okay! Thanks, Franky. We can go after lunch, Robin," Nami waved as she left to go to the mess hall.
In the mess hall, Usopp sat at a table. He wanted to help Sanji design the wedding cake for the engaged couple. The ideas of images he wanted to put on the cake ranged from mikans to meat to solid colors. "I want something that represents them. Neither of them is boring, so a solid color won't work," he pointed out.
Sanji stir fried an assortment of vegetables in the kitchen. "Are you going to ice it? I'll make the fondant to perfection, but I don't think I can do anything too intricate," added the cook. He had no problem baking the cake, but he planned on focusing on the main dishes. They probably would include the villagers wherever they landed. "Nami-san," he sniffed as an absurd amount of tears fell from his eyes. Luffy had the best luck in the world.
"Oi, the food will get salty!" shouted Usopp. He scrapped his second draft. "I think we should keep the design a secret," he said as he pulled out a fresh sheet of paper. Maybe a Straw Hat themed cake would be fun. He tried sketching straw on every tier, but at a certain point, the image looked like a hairy cake. Sighing, he crumbled up the paper and cast it to the side.
He realized that he had been harsh towards Luffy when he revealed his exuberant sex life. Mikan had easily charmed him with her smile, and the marksman eagerly awaited spending more time with her. His captain surprisingly made a good father. The greatest aspects of his character involved loyalty and devotion to his friends, so once he learned how to take care of a baby, he was unstoppable.
Sanji sensed Nami near, and when she came through the door from the deck, he cheered, "Nami-swan!"
"Hey, guys," she greeted with a smile. "Mikan is hungry. Did you make anything, Sanji-kun? I can make some myself if you haven't yet."
Twirling around, he pointed to the food storage. "I've prepared and pureed the finest fruits for my Mikan-hime," Sanji mused. Hearts in his eyes he gazed at the adorable Mother-Daughter duo. They looked nearly identical. While he longed to have Nami as his lover, he sucked up his regret, for he had great respect for Luffy. Mikan already stole his heart with her broad smile. From the moment they met, he pledged to protect her forever.
When Nami retrieved the food, she sat at the table next to Usopp who quickly hid whatever paper he had. "What are you doing, Usopp?" she asked with a sly grin. "Are you finishing the design of Mikan's crib?"
"Yeah," he stuttered and averted his eyes to Sanji. Hopefully, he would know to interject and change the subject.
Sanji nodded. "What kind of food did you want for the wedding, Nami-san?"
"Whatever you cook is fine. I don't really like a lot of meat, but that's Luffy's favorite," she sighed. Feeding Mikan, she realized that she already finished the entire jar.
Usopp laughed, "Yeah, that's Luffy, alright."
For a while, Sanji contemplated the potential menu. "There will be no meat then," he decided.
Nami smiled, "Sanji-kun! I want Luffy to be happy, too. He might leave half way to get food if we don't have what he wants." She giggled thinking of Luffy's obsession with meat. How did she end up with someone like him?
"Sorry, she had to sleep in Robin's bed last night. We fell asleep pretty early."
Nami waved the thought off with one hand. "It's fine, Usopp. It was nice having a break," she partially lied. While she had no problem with them taking their time making a safe crib, she wanted to avoid crying in front of her daughter.
"Can I try feeding her?" requested Usopp as he saw Nami struggle to hold and feed her. "Do you need a high chair, too?" he asked as jotted something down on a separate sheet of paper.
"You're already doing a lot," Nami replied.
The cook shouted from the kitchen. "I can do more, Nami-san!" he alerted her.
"Sanji-kun, Luffy and I have been taking care of Mikan since she was born. We don't need help with every little thing," she laughed as she handed her baby to Usopp. Explaining the color scheme she wanted for the crib, Nami continued conversing with Usopp. Everyone wanted to help her, and honestly, she wished she had her crew around sooner.
Once lunch was ready, their crew came pouring into the mess hall. All except for Luffy and Chopper entered the room. Nami frowned. If those two saw her, they would probably force her to take the test that Chopper prepared. She decided that she wasn't ready.
After finishing her meal, Nami needed to go to the water closet. She entrusted Mikan to her crew and left. Suspicions of the whereabout of Luffy circulated in her mind. When she finally had a chance to go do her business, she opened the door to find her lover - Luffy! "Shit!" she screamed as he wrapped his arm around his chest and pulled her in like a snake. "Luffy, cut it out!" yelled Nami.
"No! Chopper said the thing would be done in a hour, but you never came back! I waited a long time! So I came to the bathroom because I knew you'd come here because everybody comes here. You have to pee, right? I got the thing right here," Luffy reprimanded. He disliked when she ran away like a scaredy cat. "I keep telling you that you don't have to be such a baby if I'm right next to you."
Nami's eyes watered. His words and tone did not hurt her, for she knew he had to be stern in this situation. She had been running from the ordeal all day. She avoided telling anyone about Garp taking Mikan away, and she kept the test a secret. She did this all because she wanted to avoid admitting the reality to herself. "Can I wait until tonight?" she requested as she pushed out her lip.
"Do it now!" ordered the captain. Once he realized that anger somehow bonded with his distress, he paused. Desperation such as the sentiment he felt in that moment had become a novel emotion for him. Typically, he assuredly sought his goals and answers. With a cracking yet softened tone, he begged to know, "Why do you run away all the time?"
She sniffed, "I thought we were responsible now. I didn't think I'd be in this situation again."
Luffy slowly lowered his face to kiss her. Pulling back, he instructed, "Don't run away from me or anything. I love you, so you don't need to do stupid stuff like that."
His binding arm caused increased the urgency of her bladder. Tears fell down her cheeks. "Okay," she whispered. "Let me go; I need to pee."
So he let her go and watched as she took the test. He wanted to make sure she did it right. Tilting his head, he asked, "Does your face always get red when you're peeing?"
"It's red because this is weird!" exclaimed Nami while deposited her specimen. "Okay, we wait an hour, right? I'll bring it back to him." She cleaned up after herself and pulled up her jeans. However, as she bent over, she noticed Luffy's apparent arousal. "Luffy!" she complained.
Scratching his head, the rubber man grinned, "I think that'd be a good way to make time go faster. Right, Nami?"
As much as she wanted to do it with him, she wanted to avoid getting pregnant just in case. "Not now, Luffy. That's how we got into this situation," she haphazardly smiled. "You remember how to jerk off, right? Just do that."
"But I'm hungry," whined Luffy as he followed Nami out the door. He brought the concoction along, too.
"Sanji made food. You have to make sure no one sees your erection," Nami sighed. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught his hooded gaze following the movements of her ass. Luffy never failed to flatter her. More than that notion, he faithfully stood by her through some of the hardest moments of her life. "I wish I could marry you tonight, Luffy," she admitted.
Reaching forward, he took her hand. "Me too." The blood from his groin rushed to his heart as he smiled.
"What's that, Luffy?" asked Franky as he stared at the filled jar on the table.
Luffy grinned, "That's Nami's pregnancy test thing. If it turns colors, then she's pregnant. Right, Chopper?"
Chopper trembled from embarrassment. Why did he have to drag him into this?
Everyone else looked at Nami. "What?" they exclaimed.
The young woman buried her face into Luffy's back as he collected his lunch and stuffed it into his mouth. The tension of the moment distracted her, so she missed the moment where he brought the jar with him. Now, everyone knew.
"You're not sure?" asked Robin with a tinge of enthusiasm. Her eyes lit up as she smiled, "Have you two been trying to have another little one?"
Nami shook her head. "It's complicated," admitted the cowering woman. "I trusted someone, and they gave me the wrong thing." Purposely, she wanted to keep the situation vague. She could not digest that Piano may have deliberately deceived her. However, upon opening her eyes, she realized that the collectively concerned expressions did not indicate frustration or anger. Her crew smiled at her.
A broken hearted Sanji asked, "How long does it take?"
Finishing his food, Chopper explained, "It takes about an hour, but it can take a shorter time if she's far along enough."
Zoro stirred. He respected Mikan, but Nami seemed bothered by the situation.
"We'll wait with you," grinned Usopp as he gave her a thumbs-up.
As Nami lightened up, Franky realized Luffy continued eating as if this situation didn't affect him. "Luffy, do you want another kid?" he shouted across the table.
Luffy shrugged. "I love Nami. I love Mikan. I'll love my other kid, too," he explained as he chewed his food. The crew had grown to understand him at those times.
"Yo ho ho! We will follow your heart just as you do," agreed Brook.
Slowly, Nami stood up and hesitantly contemplated the smiling Nakama that surrounded her. She shared a mutual love with everyone in her crew. All of the chaos that ensued after her relationship with Luffy became romantic culminated into adoration and respect. Now, she had no reason to distrust them. "You guys," she began, wanting to tell them how they would have to give Mikan to Garp.
Before she could continue, everyone's eyes pointed out towards the jar. "Holy shit!"
"What?" asked Nami and Luffy. Then they looked at the pink mixture on the table. "What?!"
Sometimes the happenings of the ship distracted them from any given angst a Straw Hat experienced. In fact, sometimes events happened so quickly that no one had time to contemplate them. They jumped from one scene to the next.
A/N: I read too many Shoujos, and I watch Jane the Virgin. It's a Telenovella. I hope you're okay with the pairing. You should