A/N: I re-read some of the one shots I had posted and in the chapter where Robin found out she was pregnant with Kenji, she reminded Zoro of their time on an island during their anniversary. So I figured I would elaborate on it along with giving a reason as to why Olivia and Kenji are 8 years apart in age. I hope y'all enjoy!
~~~
On a warm afternoon on the island of Isla Verde, the vibrant streets buzzed with the laughter and chatter of locals and tourists alike. Roronoa Robin had wandered away from her family to explore a quaint little bookshop she had noticed earlier. As she perused the shelves lined with ancient texts and local literature, her ears caught the unmistakable sound of a baby's cries piercing through the quiet store.
In the corner of the shop, a young mother, visibly exhausted and struggling to soothe her newborn, tried desperately to calm the wails that filled the cramped space. The baby, a small bundle swaddled in a soft blue blanket, continued to cry, oblivious to his mother's growing distress.
Robin's heart tugged at the scene. Silently, she approached the mother, her expression soft and understanding. "May I?" Robin asked gently, her hands already reaching out with the practiced ease of a mother herself.
The woman, looking relieved, nodded gratefully and handed her son to Robin. "Please, I've tried everything," she sighed, her voice laden with fatigue.
As Robin cradled the baby, she began to rock him gently, humming a soft lullaby that was more a whisper than a tune. The baby's cries soon turned to soft whimpers, and then, as if a storm had passed, he fell silent, his tiny eyes fluttering shut.
The mother, amazed, watched Robin with a mixture of awe and gratitude. "You're a natural. What's your secret?" she asked, a smile breaking through her earlier frustration.
Robin smiled, a touch of melancholy in her eyes. "I have a daughter," she explained, "Though she's much older now. I miss holding her like this—so small and needing comfort."
"My name's Elena," the woman introduced herself, taking a seat beside Robin. "And this little troublemaker is Kai."
"It's lovely to meet both of you," Robin responded, her gaze lingering on Kai's peaceful face. "I'm Robin. I must admit I do miss moments like these."
Elena nodded, her eyes reflecting understanding. "I bet it's hard, isn't it? Wanting to hold on to their little years for just a bit longer."
They continued to chat, Robin holding Kai, as the conversation drifted from parenting to life's unpredictable moments. Elena shared her own fears and joys of motherhood, her words echoing the sentiments Robin often buried deep within her heart.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the bookshelves, Zoro entered the shop with Olivia's navigational help. His expression, filled with mild irritation at needing help getting there, softened when he spotted Robin. He approached quietly, observing his wife cradling a child that wasn't theirs.
"They have babies in bookstores now?" Zoro joked lightly, trying to mask the concern that had driven him to find her after she didn't return to the ship.
Robin looked up, her smile tinged with sadness. "Just helping out," she said, as she gently passed Kai back to Elena. "Thank you for letting me hold him."
Elena cradled her son. "No, thank you, Robin. It's been a blessing just talking to you and getting your insight."
As Elena and Kai left, Zoro wrapped an arm around Robin, guiding her out of the bookshop. The street outside was now bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, the festive noises of the island evening resuming around them.
"Let's go get some dinner," Zoro suggested, hoping to bring her back to the present, away from the ghosts of what could have been.
Robin nodded, allowing herself to be steered away, her mind still echoing with the soft cries of a newborn and the weight of her unspoken desires. The question of another child, a sibling for Olivia, lingered in her mind.
As they walked, Robin's hand found Zoro's, squeezing it slightly—a silent acknowledgment of his support, as they followed their daughter's lead, whose laughter could be heard mingling with the sounds of the island night.
As they settled at a table for dinner in a cozy corner of the island's bustling market, the festive lights twinkling above, Robin found herself caught between enjoying the family moment and being lost in her own thoughts. Zoro noticed her distant gaze as she absentmindedly pushed her food around the plate.
"What's got you so distracted?" Zoro asked, his voice low, trying not to alert Olivia, who was happily devouring her meal.
Robin looked up, forcing a smile. "Just thinking," she murmured.
Zoro nodded, not pressing further, knowing she would open up when ready. Olivia, sensing a shift in the mood, brightened. "Mommy, did you see the fire dancers outside? Can we watch them after dinner?" she asked excitedly.
Robin's attention snapped back to the present, touched by her daughter's enthusiasm. "Of course, sweetheart," she replied, her voice warm. The small family moment seemed to lighten her spirits momentarily.
However, as they continued to eat, Robin's mind wandered back to her earlier encounter with Elena and baby Kai. She then replayed every tender and intimate moment she'd shared with Zoro, each significant look, every touch and the deeper connections. With each recollection, the same question nagged at her—why hadn't she conceived again? They had been careful at first, mindful of timing, yet months turned into years with no sign of a new life being brought into their world.
"Robin, you've barely touched your food," Zoro's concerned voice pulled her from her reverie once more. He reached across the table, covering her hand with his. "Talk to me."
Taking a deep breath, Robin managed another small smile, still avoiding Zoro's probing gaze. "Honey, I'm alright," she finally said, her tone almost dismissive, signaling an end to the conversation. Zoro fell silent, his concern evident but unspoken.
At that moment, Olivia chimed in with youthful enthusiasm. "Daddy showed me all kinds of cool swords today! And he showed me a new move!" Her eyes sparkled with excitement, recounting her adventures and the attention she had received from her father.
Grateful for the diversion, Robin turned her full attention to Olivia, her face brightening with a genuine smile. "It sounds like you had quite the eventful day, my love. Tell me everything," she encouraged, welcoming the shift in focus. As Olivia bubbled over with details of her day, Robin found solace in her daughter's joy, allowing it to momentarily lift the weight from her shoulders.
Zoro watched the interaction, a soft smile touching his lips as he listened to Olivia's animated storytelling. He appreciated the respite it gave Robin, though he remained quietly alert to her struggles. The evening slowly wound down with laughter and shared stories, the earlier tension easing under the light of the market's festive lanterns.
The next morning came with the usual hustle as the Straw Hats prepared to set sail. Amid the flurry of activity, Robin, who had spent the previous night poring over medical texts and resources, had identified a specialist renowned for fertility issues. Determined to seek a professional opinion, she made plans to visit the clinic located on the nearby mainland.
As the crew busied themselves on deck, Robin gathered her things. With a sense of purpose, she approached Zoro, who was overseeing the preparations with Franky. She reached up to give him a quick, reassuring kiss. "I need to run an errand, but I'll be back before we set sail," she informed him softly, her voice carrying a hint of the urgency she felt.
Zoro nodded, his expression filled with concern. "Be careful," he replied, his hand briefly squeezing hers in support.
Turning to Olivia, who was helping Nami, Robin bent down to hug her. She kissed the top of her daughter's head, a gentle smile masking her inner turmoil. "I'll see you soon, sweetheart," she whispered, feeling a pang of guilt for the secret she kept.
With a final glance at her family, Robin disembarked, her strides quick and determined as she headed towards the specialist's clinic, hoping for answers that might pave the way to fulfilling her deep-seated longing.
Once inside the muted walls of the specialist's clinic, Robin sat quietly, her posture reflecting the turmoil inside her. Dr. Bennett, a renowned fertility expert in this area of the world, returned to the room with a folder thick with notes and test results.
"Mrs. Roronoa," Dr. Bennett began, taking a seat across from her. "I've reviewed your medical history along with the details you told me in regard to your first pregnancy, and I must be honest about the challenges we're facing here."
Robin nodded, bracing herself for the doctor's insights, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
"Given your lifestyle, which is… we'll say quite adventurous and stressful, conceiving will be more difficult for you than the average person. Your life as a pirate, and I hope you forgive me for stating this, but being the 'Devil Child', being constantly on the move and hunted, involved in fights and conflicts… It isn't the most conducive lifestyle for conception, or a child," Dr. Bennett explained, her tone sympathetic yet firm.
Robin's brow furrowed, the reality hitting harder with each word. "But you stated earlier that you believe me to be healthy. I mean I am healthy, aren't I? My tests came back normal?" she questioned, a flicker of hope in her voice.
"Yes, on paper, you appear healthy," Dr. Bennett affirmed. "However, stress, Robin, plays a significant role in fertility. Your body is constantly in a state of high alert, which can significantly impact your ability to conceive."
Robin absorbed this, her mind racing back to the days surrounding her previous conception, the battles, the stress at the thought of having lost Zoro. "I was able to conceive very quickly previously. My pregnancy was also healthy. I was under just as much stress if not more because I had been separated from my loved ones, fighting by myself for quite some time," she countered quietly, clinging to the memory of what this Doctor was implying to be a miracle.
Dr. Bennett sighed softly, understanding the depth of Robin's desire. "I understand, and I hate to use the word 'luck' in a medical context, but considering everything your body went through soon after, it was quite fortunate. This time, we might not be able to rely on luck alone."
The word 'luck' echoed in Robin's mind, mingling with a mix of disappointment and defiance. "But you're not saying it's impossible, correct? There is a chance, even a slim chance?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly as she tried to remain strong.
"There is almost always a chance, so perhaps… Yes, I would say very slim," Dr. Bennett replied, her expression softening. "However, not only would lifestyle changes need to be implemented, I would also go as far as recommending treatments to assist. After roughly 2-3 months with various medications, tests, and of course rest and minimal stress, your chances should raise significantly."
As Dr. Bennett spoke, Robin's thoughts drifted briefly to the tiny fingers she had held in the bookstore, the warmth of new life reigniting her longing. Each word from the doctor felt like a step away from that dream. Robin's response to the doctor's recommendations was mixed with her distress—her fingers tightened around the edges of her seat, and her gaze, usually so focused, flickered towards the window and then the door as if seeking an escape.
"Thank you, Dr. Bennett. I'll consider everything," Robin said, standing to leave.
When Robin returned to the ship, her steps less certain than when she had left, Zoro noticed the subtle shift in her posture—the way her shoulders seemed to bear an invisible burden. "Everything okay?" he asked gently, his voice barely above a whisper in case there were any curious ears trying to listen in.
Robin offered him a small smile, a gesture that failed to mask the traces of tears in her eyes. "Just a lot to think about," she responded, her gaze focused on a fixed point on the horizon.
Noticing the tears in her eyes, Zoro wrapped his arms around Robin, his embrace a silent promise of his unwavering support. "Whatever you're going through, I'll be here for you, okay?" he murmured, his voice soft. Robin leaned into his chest, allowing herself a moment of vulnerability.
~~~
As night enveloped the Thousand Sunny, Robin found herself restless, her thoughts swirling. She tossed and turned, her mind replaying the day's revelations and the poignant moments with Zoro. Beside her, Zoro's breathing was steady and deep, the sound a stark contrast to the storm of worries in her head. How could he sleep so peacefully when her world felt like it was quietly fracturing?
Frustrated and needing to clear her mind, Robin slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Zoro. She wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and made her way to the deck, seeking the solace of the sea breeze. The moon cast a silvery glow over the deck, and the stars twinkled above her. The vastness of the ocean and the night sky brought a momentary sense of peace, but it did little to soothe the ache and want in her heart.
Leaning against the railing, Robin let the cool air brush against her face, her thoughts turning inward. The longing for another child, the fear of it never happening, and the concern about burdening Zoro with her worries weighted heavily on her. She knew he was supportive, but the uncertainty of their future haunted her. She was scared he would think differently of her if he knew.
Meanwhile, Zoro awoken by the absence of Robin's warmth, reached out in the dim light, his hand meeting only the cool sheets. He sat up, puzzled and concerned, scanning the shadowy room. Not finding her, he rose and began to search around the ship. His infamous lack of direction didn't help as he wandered from corridor to corridor.
On the deck, Nami, who was taking her turn at the night watch, noticed Robin's solitary figure leaning against the railing. Curious and a bit concerned, she decided to approach. "Everything okay, Robin?" Nami asked, her voice carrying softly in the night air.
Robin turned, offering a small, weary smile. "Just needed some fresh air," she responded, her eyes reflecting something deep and unspoken.
They stood in silence for a moment as Nami thought of anything to bring a smile to her best friend's face. Trying to lighten the mood, Nami playfully quipped, "That stubborn swordsman of yours isn't hogging the bed and snoring unbearably loud, is he?"
Robin smiled softly, a brief spark in her otherwise somber demeanor. "No, it's nothing like that," she replied, her gaze returning to the sea.
Nami, still sensing more to Robin's mood, decided to probe a little further, her tone softening. "You know you can talk to me, Robin. Whatever it is, maybe it'll help to share. We're sisters, right?" she encouraged, hoping to coax Robin into opening up.
Robin sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly under the invisible weight she carried. "I just feel a bit… broken" she confessed quietly, but not wanting to fully open up. "And I shouldn't—I have so much more than I ever dared to dream of."
Nami listened intently, her expression filled with concern. "Robin, you're one of the strongest people I know. Feeling down doesn't take away from that. It's okay to have these moments."
Robin smiled weakly, appreciating Nami's efforts to comfort her. "Thank you, Nami. I just… I have this wonderful life, a husband who's more than I could have asked for, and a beautiful daughter who's growing up so fast. I should be grateful."
Nami nodded, understanding more was left unsaid. "Being grateful doesn't mean you can't feel sad or dream. It's human, Robin. We all have our battles."
From the shadows, Zoro watched the exchange silently, his presence unnoticed by Nami, but Robin could sense he was there. He stayed back, giving them space, but he felt guilty hearing Robin's subdued confession, like she continued to harbor this feeling because he didn't do or say more to help her.
Robin's mind continued to wander back to the specialist's words, the diagnosis that seemed to seal a part of her fate. She wondered about the joy of holding a newborn again, a sibling for Olivia, and felt a pang of longing that only continued to grow.
Nami placed a comforting hand on Robin's shoulder. "Whatever you're going through, Robin, you're not alone. We're all here for you, no matter what."
Zoro watched silently as Robin gazed out at the dark sea. As Nami discreetly left them to resume her watch, Zoro hesitated for a moment as he decided if he should move to comfort his wife or not.
Robin continued to sense her husband's presence without turning. "You can come closer, Zoro. I know you're there," she murmured, her voice fragile.
Zoro's arms enveloped her from behind, a secure embrace that seemed to steady her swirling thoughts momentarily. "I just noticed you weren't beside me anymore… got worried," he murmured before kissing the back of Robin's head and resting his head on hers.
Robin leaned back against him, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "I'm trying to hold it all together," she admitted, her voice breaking as the tears she'd been fighting began to fall.
Zoro gently turned her to face him, lifting her chin to meet his gaze. He gently wiped her tears away even as they continued fall. "I… I want another baby but was told it may be nearly impossible. I feel like… like I'm broken and selfish. Is it selfish to want more when we already have so much?"
Zoro shook his head and kept his hand resting on Robin's cheek, his voice soft as he spoke. "Wanting that isn't selfish. Who told you that it was nearly impossible? I mean have you seen what our crew has been through? We beat the odds all the time. And you're not broken, not to me, not ever. You're perfect."
The silence lingered, filled only by the distant sound of the waves and Robin's soft sobs. Zoro spoke again, his questions gentle but probing. "What's making you feel this way? Is it just tonight, or have you felt like this for a while?"
Robin took a deep breath, her voice steadying as she responded to Zoro's gentle probing. "It's been building up for a while, and it grew when I met that new mother on the island. It made me realize how much I missed those early days with Olivia, and how much I wanted to experience it all over again, this time with you by my side. I went to see a doctor before we left... she wasn't very hopeful, given everything we go through, our lifestyle. It's hard not to feel like I'm just... waiting for something that might never happen." Her eyes met his, searching for understanding.
"We've faced 'impossible' odds before and we've overcome them—every single time," Zoro said, his voice firm but still gentle enough to not further upset Robin. "Look, it may still happen and even if it doesn't, we're in this together. You're never alone especially during this." He paused, his thumb gently wiping away more tears from her cheek. "We'll figure this out, no matter what it takes. You're the strongest woman I know."
Resting her head on Zoro's shoulder, Robin gave a small nod when he asked if she wanted to go back to bed. Sensing her reluctance to walk, Zoro chuckled softly, understanding her silent request. He gently scooped her up bridal style, and she nestled her head against his shoulder once more, comforted by his closeness.
Back in their room, Zoro laid her down carefully. Snuggling close to him, Robin finally let the fatigue and emotional release take over, slipping into sleep. Zoro lay beside her, wide awake, determined to be there for her if she stirred or needed him again through the night.
~~~
Several days had passed since their heartfelt conversation by the sea, but the tension around the topic hadn't lessened. As the night fell, Zoro once again sought out Robin, knowing she'd likely be in her usual late-night haunt—the library. As he approached, he found her exactly as he expected: surrounded by a fortress of medical texts, her eyes scanning pages faster than he thought humanly possible, with her clone across the room doing the same, and a cup of herbal tea beside her.
"Robin," Zoro started, his tone firm as he stepped into the dimly lit room, "Olivia is waiting for her bedtime story from her favorite person."
Both Robin and her clone looked up with Robin's expression flickering with frustration and fatigue. "Just a few more minutes, Zoro. I think I'm onto something here."
Zoro walked closer, gently closing the book in front of her. "The books will still be here in the morning," he reminded her softly.
She sighed, frustrated that he would close the book without even marking where she was. "I know, but what if—"
"What if you miss another night with Livy?" Zoro cut in, keeping his voice calm. "You need to be there for her too, Robin."
A wave of guilt hit Robin causing her gaze to soften and the fight to drain out of her. "You're right," she admitted, standing slowly and stretching her tired muscles. "Let's go tuck her in."
Zoro made sure that Robin's clone vanished before they left the room. As they walked side by side toward Olivia's room, Zoro could sense the weight of Robin's thoughts pressing down on her. Once they reached Olivia's room, they found their daughter sitting up in bed, a book in her lap, her eyes brightening at the sight of her parents together.
"Mommy, I found a new book!" Olivia exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.
Robin smiled, her heart now filled with love as she sat beside Olivia on the bed, pulling her onto her lap. Zoro sat beside the bed, leaning against the small mattress, as he prepared to listen to his wife read.
As Robin read to Olivia, her voice wavered slightly, not just from fatigue but from the undercurrent of her unspoken fears. Zoro noticed the subtle strain in her voice. After Olivia drifted to sleep, he whispered, "Is there something more you're finding hard to share?"
Robin paused, the silence stretching between them, filled with her unsaid worries. "It's just... I feel like I'm racing against time, Zoro. I mean, I'm not getting any younger."
Zoro's reply was soft but carried a weight of resolve. "I know you're scared, but you're not alone in this."
Once outside Olivia's room, Robin leaned against the wall, her shoulders slumped. "I just want another child, Zoro. I feel like now that I've been told it's not possible, it's all I can think about," she confessed in a whisper, her eyes not meeting his.
Zoro stepped closer, trying to get her to meet his gaze. "I know, Robin, and don't say it's impossible. You said that Doctor told you there's a chance, right? Besides, whether or not that happens, you're already the best mother and wife anyone could ask for. Livy adores you, and so do I, no matter what."
Robin's eyes filled with tears, and Zoro pulled her into a hug. "Don't cry, babe. We'll just focus on the present, okay?" he said as he felt her nod against his chest.
They stood there for a long while, Zoro rubbing gentle circles on Robin's back as Robin regained her composure. Finally, Robin pulled back slightly, a resolve forming behind her damp eyes. "Thank you, Zoro, for everything. I love you."
Zoro smiled as he spoke and kissed Robin's forehead. "I love you too."
~~~
A few days later, on a sunny afternoon aboard the Thousand Sunny, Zoro was on deck playfully tossing Olivia into the air then tickling her after catching her, her laughter filling the air. As he watched her gleeful expressions, his mind briefly wandered to Robin's recent struggles, shadowing his momentary smile with concern. Shortly after, Nami approached, her expression of amusement towards her niece's playful laughter.
"Zoro, you do remember what day is coming up, don't you?" she asked, hands on her hips.
Caught slightly off-guard at the randomness of Nami's question, but maintaining his cool, Zoro played along. "Of course, how could I forget?" he replied, setting Olivia down gently.
"It's your anniversary with Robin," Nami reminded him pointedly. "And knowing her, she'll probably be buried in her books again. Maybe this year, try to do something to really surprise her."
Zoro's irritation showed briefly. "You know we keep things simple for our anniversaries… Wait you really thought I forgot my anniversary?"
Nami sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Sometimes I wonder what she sees in you."
Zoro's face hardened slightly, not appreciating the comment especially in front of Olivia. "Hey, I'd appreciate it if you didn't say crap like that in front of my daughter," he said firmly, his tone even but stern.
Nami turned away, dismissing the tension with a wave of her hand, leaving Zoro's attention to return to Olivia, who looked between her father and aunt with a puzzled expression. "Ignore her Livy. Let's go play a game."
Despite Nami's jab, her words sparked a thought in Zoro. "Maybe a quiet getaway is exactly what Robin needs," he considered as she crouched down beside Olivia to pick up a toy sword. As he parried and dodged his daughter's enthusiastic attacks, his mind solidified the idea. "A real break from everything. Just the two of us to reconnect and remind her how much she means to me—and Olivia."
He thought about the small, secluded beaches they had passed on previous islands, the quiet dinners they could enjoy under the stars, away from the constant buzz of the crew. "It would be a perfect way to show her she's my world," Zoro mused, a determined look settling over his features.
"Maybe a day on a quiet beach," Zoro mused aloud, almost to himself. Olivia paused, sword mid-air, and looked at her father curiously.
"Are you planning a secret mission, Daddy?" she asked, eyes wide with intrigue.
Zoro smiled which made Olivia smile in return. "Something like that, kiddo. A very special mission just for me and Mommy," he confessed.
Olivia's excitement grew, "Can I help plan the mission? You know I'm good at keeping secrets!"
"Of course, kiddo," Zoro agreed. As they played, he began to piece together more details, each one crafted to bring a smile to Robin's face and ease her worries. He imagined the relaxation he hoped to see in her eyes when they were away from it all, just the two of them reconnecting.
That night, Zoro made sure that he would spend his time on watch planning this for Robin. Ensuring that both his girls were settled in for the night, he met with Nami on deck. The ship was quiet, and the soft glow of lanterns cast a serene light as Nami unfolded a map on the table before them.
"You really think you can pull this off without her noticing?" Nami teased, her voice light but carrying the edge of a challenge. "Remember the last time you tried to surprise her? You know, the woman who has eyes and ears literally everywhere."
Zoro grunted, unamused by the reminder. "Just help me find the right place, Nami."
Chuckling, Nami leaned over the map. "Okay, tough guy, check this out," She stated as she pointed to a section of a small cluster of islands on the map. "This island we're heading to has many smaller islands, barrier islands, which allow travelers to rent either parts of the island or the whole island."
"That's perfect," Zoro nodded, a serious tone taking over as he thought about the week he wanted to spend with Robin.
Seeing his determined look, Nami's teasing softened into genuine support. "Alright, I'll make sure I can get you both a serious discount for the whole island. Now, next on the list is what are you going to do and PLEASE don't say anything stupid that will make me want to slap you."
Zoro smirked as he nodded, appreciating Nami's help. "Well… the SECOND thing I was thinking, besides the usual dinners and walks on the beach, maybe we could do some special activities," he began, listing the plans for their week. "She likes massages and I think she could definitely use one. Plus, we know she loves bookstores and finding rare books, so if there's a town or something nearby, she could go shopping I guess.
Nami leaned back against the rail, eyeing Zoro with a hint of challenge. "But Zoro, she does that on every island we go to, minus the massages. She's your wife, not just your crewmate—what else would she like? What can you do to make this truly special for her?"
Zoro paused, rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he admitted. "I mean we know she loves exploring, but maybe we could find some kind of private tour? Just the two of us plus a guide that she could talk to about everything. Then maybe a surprise dinner at the end of the tour with a private local chef? Or I could take her to um… what's that place called where you look at the night sky with that telescope?"
"An observatory?" Nami smiled, her eyes lighting up at the idea. "Now those sound like ideas she won't expect. If you really want to surprise her, why not add some live music? I think the island we're heading to is having a music festival. Remember, you want to create moments and new memories with her Zoro, not just revisit old habits."
Zoro nodded. "I'll make it a week to remember. I want everything to be perfect." Nami nodded as she turned to leave, but stopped when Zoro spoke up again, "And thanks… Nami. I know we fight, but I'm glad we can actually work together to help Robin."
Nami smirked playfully, "Anytime, Zoro. You're like the older brother I never wanted." She winked as she turned to walk away.
This anniversary would be more than a simple celebration; it would be a time to help Robin relax and get her mind off everything she's been worrying about.
~~~
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the newly docked Thousand Sunny, the island bustled with life. Nami, hoping to give Zoro and Robin alone time, entertained Olivia with tales of the treasures they might find on the island. Meanwhile, Sanji promised Olivia an adventure of her own, complete with games and snacks he made for her.
After the last of the Straw Hats, except for Zoro, left the ship, Robin stepped out from the library, her mind still tangled in the myriad of remedies and theories she'd been studying. As she adjusted to the quiet surroundings, her eyes caught site of her husband standing at the gangplank, dressed unusually well in a crisp, clean shirt and well-fitted pants—free from the usual stains and scents of his rigorous training sessions. Her brow arched in surprise at the sight.
"What's the special occasion?" Robin asked, a hint of amusement lacing her voice as she took in his appearance.
Zoro offered her a small, secretive smile, the kind that hinted at plans she hadn't been made aware of. "You'll see," he said, his voice low which piqued her curiosity further. "Just follow me. I promise we won't get lost."
Robin giggled at his last comment, preparing to keep an eye on landmarks just in case. Hand in hand, they walked down the gangplank, leaving the ship. The island air was filled with the scent of salt and blooming flowers, a refreshing change from the mustiness of her books and herbs that she has surrounded herself with recently. As they walked, Robin felt the tension in her shoulders ease slightly, her interest in Zoro's mysterious plan growing with each step.
Zoro led her through a winding path lined with lanterns that flickered in the soft twilight, creating a pathway that seemed to lead to a different world. The noise of the port faded, replaced by the gentle lapping of the sea against the shore. After a few minutes, they arrived at a secluded beach, where a table was set under a canopy of stars, the tablecloth fluttering slightly in the gentle breeze.
Zoro smiled as he managed to get them there without getting turned around and lost along the way. Meanwhile a local chef, whom Nami clearly conspired with, greeted them with a warm smile. "Welcome," he said, gesturing to the table filled with an array of dishes that blended local flavors with the exotic tastes of distant islands. Beside the table, a small ensemble of musicians with stringed instruments prepared to play.
Robin's eyes widened at the elaborate setup, suddenly feeling underdressed in just her simple purple dress. However, her heart warmed at the effort Zoro had made. "Honey, this is…" she started, searching for words.
"Something special, just for us," Zoro interrupted, pulling out a chair for her like a true gentleman. "No books, no research, no teas, no crew—just you and me, and a little bit of peace."
Dinner passed with easy conversation and laughter, each course a delightful surprise that left Robin marveling at the flavors. Zoro, usually so reserved, shared stories from their past adventures that were filled with humor and a touch of nostalgia that left Robin laughing and momentarily free from her burdens.
After a delightful dinner under the stars, Robin leaned over to kiss Zoro in gratitude. "Thank you for this, Zoro. It's exactly what I needed," she said, her smile radiant in the moonlight. Hand in hand, Robin began to walk back towards the ship, but Zoro remained rooted in place, causing Robin to pause and look back at him with curiosity.
"We're not heading back to the ship just yet," Zoro finally said, his voice gentle. Seeing the confusion on Robin's face, he continued, "I've planned an entire week for us here. Olivia is taken care of, so she will be fine. This week is about you relaxing and us celebrating our anniversary that's in a few days."
Robin's eyes widened with surprise and a flicker of emotion. "A whole week?" she echoed, her voice a mixture of disbelief and excitement.
Zoro nodded, his usual stoic expression softened by a rare smile. "Yes, a whole week. Just the two of us. No interruptions, no obligations, just peace and quiet… and maybe some… private activities, if you're up for it," he finished, his tone somewhat flirtatious.
Robin giggled at the implication and allowed Zoro to lead her once again as they walked down the path leading away from the beach. As they approached a charming little cottage nestled among the palms, Robin's initial surprise turned into a feeling of deep appreciation.
"I don't know what to say… This… You…" Robin, overwhelmed, struggled to express her gratitude. She realized the stress her intense focus on having another child had placed on Zoro and Olivia. As she felt a wave of guilt wash over her, Zoro gently drew her into his arms, his presence calming.
"I just want you to relax and enjoy our time here," Zoro murmured, lifting her effortlessly and stepping up to the cottage. His actions spoke louder than words, reassuring her that this week was about their connection, about easing the burdens she had carried.
Inside the cottage, Zoro set her down gently. He cupped her face, looking into her eyes before leaning in to kiss her. "No distractions, no pressures. Just us," he whispered.
Robin nodded as she returned the kiss. For the first time in not just days, but months even, she allowed herself to fully lean on her husband, to accept the support he was offering without hesitation.
Shortly after Zoro confirmed that Nami had delivered everything to the cottage as promised, he joined Robin on the porch where he made sure she rested comfortably on his lap. In this serene setting, Robin felt more at ease, and their conversation flowed naturally. Zoro listened intently, offering supportive responses that reinforced the strength of their marriage, reminding her of their deep connection.
In these quiet moments, Robin realized how deeply she valued these simple, uninterrupted times with Zoro. She was reminded of the importance of nurturing not only their family but also their relationship, appreciating the effort Zoro had put into planning this escape not just as a respite but as a reaffirmation of their commitment to each other.
As they eventually went to bed, Robin snuggled close to Zoro's side, her heart lighter than it had been in months. Drifting off to sleep in his arms, she felt a profound sense of gratitude and love, her last thoughts before sleep of how fortunate she was to have Zoro by her side, no matter the challenges they faced.
The next morning, Zoro decided to let Robin sleep in a bit longer while he attempted one of Sanji's simpler recipes that he wrote out so the 'dumb Moss Head wouldn't let Robin-chwan starve'. The kitchen filled with the aroma of breakfast cooking—eggs, a bit of toast, bacon, some of Sanji's fruit compote, and coffee. Zoro, focused and a tad clumsy, managed to navigate the kitchen in just his pajama pants, his muscular arms moving rhythmically as he cooked.
Robin, awoken by the inviting smells, stretched contentedly in their bed before getting up. She walked softly to the kitchen's doorway, pausing just a moment to watch her husband. The sight of him, so concentrated and yet so out of his element in the kitchen, brought a smile to her face. She admired the relaxed but powerful display of his muscles and the smooth movement of his arms, a testament not only to his strength as a fighter but also to his unexpected grace in such domestic moments.
After a moment, she moved quietly up behind him. Just as he plated the last of the food, Robin reached out, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head against his broad back. Zoro smiled, recognizing his wife's touch, and his body relaxed.
"Good morning," she murmured into his back, her voice muffled slightly by his skin.
Zoro chuckled, turning his head to look over his shoulder at her. "Morning. Hope you're hungry."
"I am, but not just for breakfast," Robin replied playfully, tightening her embrace a little to emphasize her point.
Zoro's cheeks warmed at Robin's flirting, but he quickly composed himself, turning to face her with a playful glint in his eye. "Well, there's definitely enough to satisfy all appetites," he responded with a grin, wrapping his arms around her.
Robin, her smile broadening, rested her hands on his chest. "It does smell wonderful, though I'm sure my attractive personal chef has something to do with it," she stated, her fingers tracing his skin.
"Only the best for you," Zoro replied, his voice lowering as he leaned down to capture her lips with his in a gentle, affirming kiss. Their proximity and the quiet of the morning mingled to create a perfect, serene moment.
As they parted slightly, Zoro kept his arms tight around his wife, not wanting to let her go. "You know, the food is going to get cold," he said, although he knew both of them weren't all that hungry for food anymore.
The meal was forgotten for a few moments as they continued to enjoy each other's company, sharing soft touches and quiet laughter. After their affectionate exchange in the kitchen, Robin and Zoro returned to their bed, not quite ready to end their private moment. As they laid together, the rest of the world was momentarily forgotten.
Eventually, reality nudged its way back as Robin's thoughts drifted to the breakfast still waiting for them. She teased Zoro about the fate of their meal, "I bet Sanji would have a fit if he knew we let the carefully prepared breakfast get cold."
Zoro scoffed lightly. "Like I'd care what that swirly-browed love-cook thinks," he retorted, his voice filled with feigned disdain but a sparkle in his eye that told Robin he was enjoying their playful banter.
Reluctantly, they untangled themselves from the cozy embrace of their bed and after getting ready for the day they made their way back to the kitchen. Robin reheated the breakfast, and soon they were sitting at that table, finally eating the food that Zoro had meticulously prepared.
As they cleared the table, Zoro leaned against the counter, watching Robin with an appreciative eye. "I've got something planned for you later," he said, his tone hinting at the care he had taken in organizing the day. "How about a massage this afternoon? I thought it would help you relax even more."
Robin's eyes lit up at the suggestion. The thought of a peaceful afternoon, being pampered and cared for, was exactly what she needed. "That sounds perfect," she replied, her gratitude evident in her smile. "Thank you, Zoro. This trip is already more than I could have asked for."
Zoro nodded, pleased with her response. "Good, that's all I wanted. Just to see you happy and relaxed," he said as he stepped forward to pull her into his arms. "Now, let's enjoy the rest of the day together."
~~~
Over the next several days, Robin and Zoro's time on the secluded island unfolded like a beautiful, serene montage. Their days were filled with leisurely activities, from private tours that showcased the stunning vistas and hidden coves of the island to Robin's peaceful afternoons spent browsing through quaint local bookshops where she discovered rare finds.
Each evening, the couple enjoyed dinners under the stars, where they shared conversations filled with laughter and reminiscence. Zoro, usually reserved, opened up more than usual, sharing thoughts and dreams which only deepened Robin's affection for him.
The island's ambiance was perfect for nurturing their relationship, away from the stresses of their usual adventurous life. The gentle sea breeze and the rhythmic sound of the waves created a backdrop for their nightly strolls along the beach, where they held hands and let their guards down, discussing everything from the trivial to the deeply personal.
During these relaxing days, the couple also found themselves weaving through vibrant marketplaces. Robin, with an eye for unique treasures, found joy in selecting local crafts and textiles, each piece a memory they would take back home. Zoro carried her bags, occasionally pointing out items he thought would make her smile.
The end of their week was a music festival held on the island. The festival was a colorful, lively event filled with dancing and music that seemed to celebrate the vibrancy of life itself. As they mingled with the crowd, Robin and Zoro enjoyed performances from local musicians, their music a blend of traditional sounds and contemporary beats, which had them swaying and laughing together in the crowd.
The nights were particularly special. Each evening, after the sun had set, and the coolness of the night wrapped around them, they retreated to their room. The tranquility of the island and the comfort of their shared space allowed them to reconnect not just emotionally but also physically, each touch and kiss a reaffirmation of their love and commitment to each other. These moments were intimate and profound, a celebration of their relationship that was respectful and filled with love.
This week had not only been a break from their adventurous life but a crucial moment to reflect on what truly mattered. For Robin, it reaffirmed the richness of her current life, highlighting her contentment with her loving family and friends. She realized that while the possibility of having another child would be a blessing, she was already deeply grateful for the love and life she shared with Zoro and Olivia. The realization helped her appreciate the present, embracing her happiness, whether or not their family grew larger.
As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, marking the end of their getaway, both Robin and Zoro felt renewed, their hearts lighter, their connection deeper, and their spirits ready to return to their life at sea with new vigor and a refreshed outlook.
~~~
In the dimly lit room of the Sunny, the early hours before dawn wrapped the surroundings in a quiet embrace. Robin, now cleaned up and comfortably dressed in Zoro's oversized shirt, cradled her newborn son Kenji in her arms. Beside her on the bed, Olivia had fallen asleep, her small hand clutching the fabric of her mother's shirt.
Robin gazed down at Kenji, her eyes welling up with tears of joy. Despite the odds, despite everything, here he was—perfect and peaceful in her arms. "I can't believe it," she whispered to herself. "I love you, Kenji," she continued as she gently kissed the top of his head.
At that moment, Zoro returned, his arms filled with supplies Chopper had prepared for Robin and the baby. He paused at the door, his heart swelling at the sight before him—his family, his world, in one small room. Noticing the tears on Robin's cheeks, he quickly crossed the room. "What's wrong, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Robin looked up at him, her smile radiant even through her tears. "I'm more than okay, honey. I'm happy. So incredibly happy," she reassured him, her voice trembling with emotion.
Zoro settled next to Robin on the bed, careful not to jostle Olivia or Kenji. "He's perfect," he murmured with a warmth that softened his usually stern features. He gently kissed Robin's temple, expressing his affection for her without words.
Robin extended her free hand towards Zoro, who grasped it firmly, his other arm encircling her in a gentle embrace. "With all the worry and doubt, I didn't know if this would happen. I had come to terms with it, but here he is—our little miracle," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion and gratitude.
"I'm glad I got to be here for this," Zoro said, his voice low, hinting at the pain of having missed significant moments during Olivia's birth and first year due to their separation as a crew. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world."
As the first light of dawn began to filter through the window, Robin felt the night's emotions and her own exhaustion weighing heavily on her. She leaned against Zoro, feeling the rush of emotions hit her as well. "Hold me," she murmured, her eyelids heavy.
"I'll stay right here," Zoro assured her, his voice soft. He gently lifted Kenji from his wife's arms, placing him securely in his crib, then returned to gather Robin and Olivia into his arms. As Robin finally surrendered to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of her family, Zoro remained awake, his heart full, as he watched over his family.
~~~
A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this latest chapter and once again I'm sorry about how long it took me to post it.
I have been seeing people messaging me on here, Ao3, and Wattpad saying that this story reminds them of Family Time One Shots. So after reading that series, I realized that many of the one shots I have been working on along with some of the ideas I have for future one shots are similar to what that author has already written. With that being said, I have like 8 stories already outlined and mostly written, but over the last month have debated posting them since reading that one shot series (which is an INCREDIBLE series). Would y'all still want me to post them even though they may be similar?
Also, as always, I'm open to any ideas y'all have for this series!