AN: Same family ZoSan/SanZo with Jeanne. Jeanne is ill.

Jeanne had been burning up a fever for a few hours now and the crying showed no signs of stopping. She was in her own bed, Chopper not wanting to move her and cause her more distress. He smiled as he passed the small bottle and a teaspoon over to Zoro, "They're antibiotics to help clear up her chest. It's a mild chest infection but she should be alright by the end of the week, okay? She needs one spoon of that three times a day; so that's one at breakfast, one at lunch and one at dinner. Keep her mainly to fluids and don't worry if she hasn't much of an appetite- chest infections make people like that- but try and get her to eat something, I suggest a soup or stew of sorts. Don't give her anything chocolate because it'll only stick to her throat and mouth and that'll be more difficult to cough up than just the mucus alone. Right, any questions?"

Sanji shook his head as Zoro took the antibiotic bottle and proceeded to thank the little doctor. Zoro looked up, "Yeah, I have one. How can we get her to stop crying?"

"Marimo!"

"What? It's a genuine question!"

"To stop yelling would probably help!" Chopper chirped, "Kids just cry a lot when they get sick because it hurts and it's confusing for them. Just be there for her and comfort her, maybe freshen up the cloth on her forehead every so often to help bring her fever down. Talk quietly and try to keep her entertained for a while. She should become quite docile soon though, I gave her some antibiotics already and they'll make her sleepy for a while. Just let her sleep it off, like you guys do when you're injured."

"Okay..." Zoro said, "Thanks for the medicine, Chopper."

"And for being such a good doctor," Sanji added.

The little reindeer blushed, "Shut up, idiots. Your compliments don't make me happy..."

Chopper left shortly after, leaving the two with their screaming daughter. Sanji went immediately to her, cooing and hushing with tender touches to reassure her, "It's okay, daddy's here... It's alright, I'm here."

"Oh, 'cause I'm not her dad either, am I?" Zoro mumbled, unable to sit on the little girl's bed considering Sanji was taking up the space. He wasn't jealous that the cook had got to their daughter first.

He wasn't.

Sitting on their own bed, he watched as Sanji kissed Jeanne's forehead softly, worry and concern in his eyes. Zoro would be lying if he said he didn't feel the same. The poor kid had just come down with it out of nowhere and began wailing and coughing and burning up. Sanji's paternal instinct had told him to panic and Zoro had been shaken awake to a dishevelled looking blond holding the crying toddler to his chest in nothing but his pyjama bottoms looking like he was about to break down himself. Zoro had had to reassure him that their little girl was just sick and Chopper would make her better. It had took Zoro a lot of convincing, but he'd managed to calm the cook down. Normally he would've laughed at Sanji for such a thing, but he was feeling the exact same way himself only he could hide it better.

The crying began to let up slightly and soon Jeanne had reduced it to nothing but sniffles and a few hiccoughs. Zoro watched as the girl's eyes began to slide shut and noticed how one of Sanji's hands was rubbing soothing circles on her belly whilst the other wiped tears from her cheeks, "It's an amazing place... I'll- we'll find it one day, my little princess." The blond hummed and it took Zoro a moment to realise Sanji was talking about All Blue to her once again. Jeanne loved the story of it and when all else failed it calmed her down. Zoro smiled slightly, a warmth of fondness in his chest as he watched his cook soothe their little girl back to sleep. As soon as he was sure she was sleeping, he looked up to see the moss head smirking at him,

"What?" He whispered.

"Nothing..." Zoro said quietly, getting to his feet to lean down and press his lips to Sanji's, "She'll be fine," he said.

A week later however, it was Zoro in bed with a chest infection, much worse than his daughter whom he'd contracted it off because he rarely got sick and his body was going into overdrive to fight the infection. He coughed so hard he thought his lungs had knotted and panted into the sheets, barely aware of the little weight on his legs until it poked him. He just about raised his head to see Jeanne crawling up the bed to lay beside him. Zoro blinked hard and cleared his throat, "Jeanne, I can't play right now..."

"No." Jeanne said, "No play."

Zoro sighed, relieved, but jumped when her little hand rubbed circles on the patch of bed sheets that covered his stomach.

"Make daddy feel better," She said, a look of concentration on her face as she rubbed his stomach.

Zoro chuckled, coughing slightly, "I feel better already, Jeanne."

She beamed at him.