In the first few weeks after her rescue from Tequila Wolf, Nico Robin found herself struggling with an unshakeable illness. It was an unfamiliar sensation, one that extended beyond the physical and psychological toll of her recent ordeals. Her body seemed to be waging its own quiet rebellion, with mornings marred by nausea and an overwhelming fatigue that draped over her like a shroud.
Robin had been feeling unwell for weeks, a persistent unease that refused to fade. Hoping for some relief or at least an explanation, she finally made her way to the medical bay of the Revolutionary Army's base.
The medical bay was quiet, save for the soft hum of machinery and the occasional rustle of pages as Dr. Sora, the resident physician, updated her records. Dr. Sora, known for her kindness as much as for her no-nonsense approach to medicine, looked up as Robin entered, her expression softening.
"Robin, what brings you here today?" Dr. Sora asked, motioning for Robin to sit.
"I've been feeling... off, for a few weeks now. Nausea, fatigue, and just a general sense of unease," Robin explained, trying to sound more composed than she felt.
Dr. Sora nodded, her professional demeanor in place as she began a series of routine checks, her movements methodical. Robin watched, a silent observer in her own diagnosis, as Dr. Sora collected samples, checked vital signs, and consulted the charts and instruments that lined the room. The soft hum of machinery and the occasional beep of a monitor filled the space between them, a testament to the silence that had settled.
Minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last. Robin's initial apprehension grew into a tangible tension, her thoughts swirling with possible ailments or conditions that matched her symptoms. The air felt heavier, charged with the unsaid and the unknown.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity but was only a few thorough and silent moments, Dr. Sora paused. She set aside the last of her instruments and took a moment to review the results. Her expression, previously focused and neutral, shifted into something more contemplative, then decidedly serious.
She turned to Robin, the results in hand, her gaze meeting Robin's with a weight that seemed to precede her words. It was clear that the examination had revealed something significant, something that would alter the course of Robin's immediate future.
"Robin," Dr. Sora began, breaking the silence that had filled the room. Her voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable gravity, a precursor to the life-changing news she was about to deliver. "Based on the symptoms you've presented and now the results… You're pregnant."
The words seemed to hang in the air, heavy with implication. Robin felt her heart skip a beat, then start racing. Pregnant? The very idea was so foreign, so unexpected, that it took her several moments to process the information.
"I... I'm what?" she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper. The initial shock gave way to a tumult of emotions—surprise, confusion, and a deep, aching sadness. The sadness wasn't for the pregnancy itself, but for the realization that she couldn't share this news with Zoro, the father of her child. He was hopefully somewhere safe and alive, possibly fighting his own battles, oblivious to the life they had created together.
Dr. Sora reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Robin's. "I know this must be overwhelming, especially given the circumstances. But you're not alone. We'll provide all the support and care you need."
Robin nodded, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. What would Zoro think? Would he be happy, or would the news bring him anxiety?
"Thank you, Dr. Sora," Robin said, finding a semblance of calm in the storm of her emotions. "I... I just need some time to process this."
"Of course," Dr. Sora replied, her voice warm. "Take all the time you need. And remember, Robin, this base is your home, and we're your friends. You're not going through this alone."
As Robin left the medical bay, the weight of her new reality settling in, she couldn't help but wonder about the future. A part of her was terrified, uncertain of what lay ahead. But beneath the fear and anxiety, a spark of hope flickered to life. A child, a tangible symbol of her and Zoro's bond, even in his absence.
She knew the road ahead would be challenging, navigating pregnancy and motherhood amidst the chaos of their lives. But as she walked back to her quarters, Robin felt a strength within her, a determination to face whatever came her way. For her child, for Zoro, and for their unconventional, yet unbreakable family.
~~~
Three months into her pregnancy, Robin found herself grappling with a maelstrom of emotions and physical symptoms that seemed to magnify her solitude. The Revolutionary Army's base, a place teeming with activity and purpose, felt starkly impersonal as she navigated the early stages of pregnancy without Zoro. Each morning brought with it a reminder of her condition, from the mild nausea that greeted her at sunrise to the fatigue that clung to her like a shadow.
As she sat in the privacy of her quarters, Robin couldn't help but trace her hand over her still-flat abdomen, a gesture of comfort and connection to the new life stirring within her. The reality of her pregnancy was undeniable, yet the joy of such a discovery was tempered by the absence of the one person she wished to share it with most—Zoro.
The longing to be with him, to escape the confines of the base and seek him out, grew with each passing day. Robin wrestled with the impracticality of such a desire, knowing the world they lived in was fraught with danger and uncertainty. Yet, the thought of Zoro's reaction, his face upon hearing the news, became a recurring daydream that offered a fleeting escape from her reality.
Robin eventually succumbed to the exhaustion that shadowed her days. In the quiet of her room, nestled within the safety of the Revolutionary Army's base, she drifted into a deep, restful sleep. It was here, in the realm of dreams, that her heart found the solace it so desperately sought.
The dream unfolded in the familiar confines of the Thousand Sunny's crow's nest, a place that had borne witness to many quiet moments shared between her and Zoro. In this dream, however, the atmosphere was charged with a tender anticipation, as if the space itself recognized the significance of their reunion.
Robin found herself wrapped in Zoro's strong arms, her head resting comfortably against his chest. The rhythmic beat of his heart was a melody that spoke of safety, of love unspoken but deeply felt. Zoro's hand gently caressed her back, tracing patterns that soothed her.
She looked up to meet his gaze, and the warmth in his eyes melted away the remnants of her solitude. "Robin," he whispered, his voice a soft rumble that reverberated through her, "I missed you."
"I missed you too," Robin replied, her voice tinged with the joy and relief of their imagined reunion. The distance that had separated them, the trials that had tested them, seemed to dissolve in the face of her dream.
Leaning in, Zoro captured her lips in a kiss that was full of long-awaited passion. The kiss deepened, a testament to their longing, their commitment, and the depth of their connection.
As their kiss gradually softened, Zoro and Robin remained locked in an embrace that felt like a sanctuary from the world outside. It was a moment of perfect peace, a slice of time that belonged solely to them, untouched by the chaos of their lives.
Then, with a tenderness that spoke volumes, Zoro's hand drifted down to rest gently on Robin's stomach. His touch was light, reverent, as if he could already feel the life they had created together. "I can't wait to meet our little one," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and excitement. "I'm going to be a dad."
Robin's heart swelled at his words, a surge of emotion welling up within her. She covered his hand with her own, anchoring it there, feeling a connection to their unborn child that transcended the dream. "We're going to be a family, Zoro."
In the sanctuary of her dream, Robin could see the future they might share—a future filled with laughter, challenges, and the boundless love of a family united. Zoro's smile was radiant, a reflection of his joy and pride, lighting up his face in a way that made Robin's heart ache with longing for the dream to be real.
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, lost in the dream of a life together with their child. The sea breeze whispered through the crow's nest open window, carrying with it the promise of adventures yet to come, of moments shared and memories made. In this dream, there was no fear, no uncertainty—only the love that bound them together and the new life that symbolized their bond.
As the comforting veil of her dream dissipated, Robin instinctively reached down, yearning for the warmth of Zoro's hand still resting upon her stomach. But her fingers grasped only air, the tangible reminder of his presence was just a figment of her imagination.
Turning in her bed, she extended her arm towards the space beside her, continuing to seek out the reassuring solidity of his form. Once again, her hand met only the cool emptiness of the sheets, a stark contrast to the warmth she had felt in her dream.
Opening her eyes, the realization ushered in a torrent of mixed emotions—loneliness, longing, and an ache for the reality where Zoro's presence was more than just a dream. The coldness where he should have been lying served as a harsh reminder of her current solitude, amplifying the absence she felt so deeply in her heart. In the quiet of her room, amidst the soft rustling of the night, Robin was left to confront the chasm between her dreams and the reality of her situation, the empty space in her bed a silent testament to the distance between them.
~~~
In her eighth month of pregnancy, Robin found solace in the routine of the Revolutionary Army base, her condition now evident to all who saw her. Her thoughts often drifting to Zoro and the life they had briefly shared. Koala, ever observant, had become a confidant of sorts, one of the few people Robin felt comfortable sharing snippets of her life with.
One afternoon, as they sat in a more secluded section of the base, Koala broached a topic Robin had meticulously avoided. "You know, Robin," Koala began, her tone casual yet probing, "I've noticed a few of the guys around here... They seem quite taken with you."
As if on cue, their conversation was momentarily interrupted by a passing revolutionary. He slowed his steps, a flirtatious grin spreading across his face as he caught Robin's eye. "Hey, Nico Robin," he called out, a playful lilt in his voice, "I gotta say, you're looking stunning today. That outfit looks incredible on you, if you ask me."
Robin, no stranger to receiving compliments, met his gaze with a polite but distant smile. It was her way of acknowledging the comment without encouraging further advances. She gave a brief nod, her expression serene yet detached, a silent signal that she was not interested in flirting.
The revolutionary, picking up on Robin's non-verbal cue, offered a chuckle and a casual salute before moving on. "Well, can't blame a guy for trying," he muttered to himself, disappearing around a turn.
Koala's curiosity was piqued, not just by the interaction but by Robin's consistent aloofness towards such advances. She leaned in closer, her tone turning more inquisitive as she sought to peel back the layers of Robin's guarded demeanor. "You know, it's not just about the compliments or the admiration. People here, they genuinely respect you, Robin. They see your strength, your intelligence... everything that makes you, well, you."
She paused, observing Robin's face for any sign of reaction, any hint of the emotions she suspected were swirling beneath the surface. "But whenever someone shows even a hint of interest, you're always so... distant. It's like you've built this wall around yourself. Why is that? Is there someone else?"
Robin, caught off guard by Koala's directness, found herself grappling with a wave of emotions she'd kept buried deep inside. The mention of 'someone else' struck a chord, resonating with her own hidden yearnings and feelings about Zoro.
Exhaling deeply, Robin allowed her guard to drop, her tone laced with both affection and a hint of worry. "Yes, I have someone in my life, someone who means the world to me," she confessed, softly patting her belly as a subtle acknowledgment of her pregnancy.
Koala, observing Robin's melancholic aura, misunderstood. "Based on how you've been acting, I thought perhaps things were troubled between you two," she ventured, her gaze probing yet gentle.
But Robin quickly corrected that impression, her face lighting up despite the shadows of concern. "Oh, no, it's quite the opposite. He's remarkable. My attitude comes from his absence, not from any fault of his obviously. And... I'm anxious about how he'll take this news. I mean it's not like I could hide this," Robin admitted, the reality of her situation weighing on her.
Intrigued, Koala tilted her head, piecing together the clues. "This sounds like someone from your crew, then?"
Robin paused, weighing her next words carefully. "Yes," she admitted, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth despite the uncertainty that clouded her eyes. "It's Zoro. We... we were together before the separation. This," she gestured again to her belly, "happened just before everything changed."
Koala's expression softened, her curiosity giving way to understanding. "Roronoa Zoro, the Pirate Hunter, huh? That's... actually kind of sweet. And very unexpected. But why are you worried about his reaction?"
Robin glanced away, her gaze finding a distant point as if she could see beyond the walls of the base. "Because this changes everything, doesn't it? We're pirates, fighters... And now, there's a new life that will need protection, care. I wonder if he's ready for that. I wonder if I am."
Koala reached out, placing a supportive hand on Robin's shoulder. "Robin, if there's one thing I've learned about you, it's that you're incredibly strong and deeply caring. You're not alone in this."
Robin allowed herself a small, genuine smile, the weight of her worries easing ever so slightly at Koala's reassurance. "Thank you, Koala. I hope you're right. I hope we can be the family this child will need."
The two women shared a moment of silent understanding, the kind that comes from knowing the challenges ahead but facing them with a sense of hope and determination. Robin's fear of the unknown remained, but Koala's faith in her and her crew's bond provided a glimmer of light in the uncertainty of her situation.
~~~
A few months had passed since Robin had given birth to Olivia, and she had just returned after a brief mission with Koala and Sabo. The separation, though short, felt like an eternity to Robin, whose thoughts were constantly on her daughter. As they returned to the base, Robin's anticipation grew with each step closer to seeing Olivia again.
Upon entering the room where Olivia was being cared for, Robin's usual calm and composed demeanor shifted instantly. The sight of her daughter, giggling and reaching out with tiny hands, ignited a softness in Robin that few had the privilege to witness. With a smile that lit up her entire face, Robin scooped Olivia into her arms, burying her face into the baby's soft hair.
"Mama Robin is back in action," Koala remarked with a light chuckle, observing the transformation. Sabo stood beside her, a warm smile on his face as he watched the reunion. "It's amazing how she changes the moment she's with Olivia," he added, the amazement in his voice unmistakable.
Robin, now sitting with Olivia on her lap, looked up at her friends, a gentle laugh escaping her. "I can't help it. She's my world," she said, her voice soft but resonant with a fierce maternal love. Olivia, content in her mother's arms, cooed happily, her tiny fingers tangling in Robin's hair.
Koala moved closer, sitting beside Robin to admire Olivia. "She's growing so fast, Robin. She looks more like you every day," she observed, her gaze affectionate.
"She's got her father's spirit, however," Robin added, a touch of pride in her voice. "Even at this age, there's a determination in her eyes."
The room filled with light-hearted conversation about Olivia's latest milestones and the joy she brought to everyone around her. For Robin, these moments were a cherished respite from the challenges of the world outside.
With the evening winding down, Koala and Sabo excused themselves, leaving Robin alone with her daughter. The quiet of the room enveloped them, a peaceful cocoon.
As Robin cradled Olivia in her arms, the baby girl's gaze was fixed intently on her mother, a sense of wonder in her wide eyes. Even at the tender age of five months, Olivia seemed to understand the significance of her mother's words, or perhaps it was simply the sound of Robin's voice that captivated her so completely.
"Your father is incredible," Robin began, her voice a gentle murmur as she traced the outline of Olivia's tiny hand with her finger. "He's strong and brave, and he has such a kind heart." Olivia cooed softly, her attention unwavering, as if hanging on to every word.
Robin smiled, her heart aching with the distance between them and Zoro. "I miss him every day, Olivia. But we'll see him soon. He's out there, getting stronger, just like we are here." The promise of their reunion was a balm to Robin's soul, a hopeful note that played over and over in her mind.
"And when we do see him, he's going to be so surprised." Olivia's tiny fingers wrapped around Robin's, a grip so strong and sure that it brought a tear to Robin's eye.
"You are going to just capture his heart, Olivia. Your father is going to absolutely love you, I'm sure of it," Robin continued, her voice catching with emotion. She leaned down to gently kiss Olivia's forehead, a silent vow to keep the memory of Zoro alive for their daughter until they could be together again.
As the night deepened, Robin rocked Olivia softly, humming a tune that Zoro heard once and said he liked. It was a simple melody, but to Robin, it was a song of hope, of love, and of a future where they would be reunited as a family. Olivia, lulled by the sound of her mother's voice, drifted off to sleep, a contented smile on her lips.
In the quiet of the room, Robin allowed herself to dream of that day. A day of joyful reunions and new beginnings. A day when the pain of separation would be replaced by the warmth of Zoro's embrace, and their little family would be whole once more. With Olivia sleeping peacefully in her arms, Robin felt a renewed strength to face the challenges ahead, knowing that together, they could overcome anything.
~~~
As Olivia's first birthday approached, the atmosphere within the Revolutionary Army base was one of joy and anticipation. The little girl had become a beacon of light and laughter for everyone, and her milestones were celebrated with as much enthusiasm as any revolutionary victory.
Robin, Koala, and Sabo gathered in a spacious room, converted temporarily into a safe play area for Olivia's big moment. They were there to witness Olivia's latest adventure: learning to walk.
Koala and Sabo stood a short distance apart, their arms outstretched, encouraging smiles on their faces. "Come on, Olivia! You can do it!" Koala cheered, her voice full of excitement. Sabo joined in, clapping his hands softly. "That's it, kiddo! Step by step!"
Olivia, standing unsteadily on her tiny feet, looked between the two with a mixture of curiosity and determination. Then, with a wobbly step forward, she began her tentative journey. Each little footfall was met with cheers and applause, motivating her to continue.
But then, halfway through, something changed. Olivia's gaze found Robin, who was watching with pride and love shining in her eyes. In that moment, the direction of Olivia's journey shifted. Instead of heading towards Koala or Sabo, she veered off, her unsteady steps gaining confidence as she moved towards her mother.
Robin knelt down, arms open wide, ready to catch her daughter if she fell. "That's it, sweetheart. Come to Mama," she coaxed gently, her heart swelling with pride. Olivia's pace quickened, a tiny giggle escaping her as she recognized the safety and love waiting for her in Robin's arms.
With one final step, Olivia reached Robin, tumbling into her embrace with a joyful squeal. Robin scooped her up, spinning her around in a gentle whirl of laughter and kisses. "You did it, Olivia! You're such a big girl!" Robin praised, her voice thick with emotion.
Koala and Sabo joined them, their applause and cheers filling the room. "She's going to be just as strong and determined as you," Koala said.
Sabo nodded in agreement, ruffling Olivia's hair. "No doubt about it."
In the quiet aftermath of Olivia's walking triumph, as the room settled into a peaceful calm, Robin noticed her daughter's gaze wandering, searching for something beyond the immediate joy of her achievement. Sensing her daughter's unspoken request, Robin reached into a small pouch she kept nearby, pulling out a carefully folded piece of paper. It was Zoro's bounty poster, a symbol of his strength and presence, even in his physical absence.
Olivia's eyes lit up with recognition and a joy that was pure and unreserved. "Dada!" she exclaimed, her small hands reaching out for the poster with eagerness. Robin unfolded it and held it before Olivia, who tenderly traced Zoro's depicted face with her tiny fingers.
"Hi Dada," Olivia whispered, her voice a mixture of affection and longing, as if she believed her words could bridge the vast distance separating them. Robin watched, her heart aching with love for both her daughter and the man who, despite his absence, was a central figure in their lives.
For a moment, Robin allowed herself to imagine Zoro's reaction to this simple yet profound interaction. She pictured his tough exterior melting away at the sight of his daughter, his eyes softening, a rare smile gracing his lips. It was a scene she held close to her heart, a promise of a reunion that would bring their little family together.
As Olivia continued to babble happily to the poster, calling out to her "Dada" with childlike innocence, Robin couldn't help but give into her thoughts as if Zoro could read her mind. "Your daughter is growing up to be as strong and brave as you are. She's learning to walk, to laugh, to find joy in the smallest things. And she knows you, Zoro, through the stories I tell her, through this picture. She loves you."
The room filled with a warmth that transcended the physical space they occupied. In those moments, with Olivia babbling away to her father's image, it felt as if Zoro was there with them, sharing in the milestones, the laughter, and the love that bound them together.
Robin carefully refolded the poster and placed it back into the pouch, her resolve strengthened. "We'll see him soon, Olivia," she assured her daughter, and perhaps herself as well. "And when we do, we'll have so many stories to share, so many moments to cherish together."
Olivia, content with the interaction, nestled closer to Robin, her energy spent from the day's excitement. As she drifted off to sleep in her mother's arms, Robin looked down at her daughter, her heart full of love and determination. The journey ahead might be fraught with uncertainty, but the thought of their future reunion with Zoro, of becoming a complete family, was a beacon of hope that guided her forward.
~~~
The Thousand Sunny basked in the warm glow of the midday sun, its deck alive with the laughter and chatter of its crew. Robin reclined in her chair, a book resting unattended in her lap as her gaze was drawn to the sight before her. Zoro, the ship's swordsman, renowned for his fierce battles and unwavering determination, was engaged in a very different kind of challenge today—entertaining his daughter, Olivia.
With each playful toss into the air, Olivia's gleeful shouts of "Again, daddy!" echoed across the deck, her laughter infectious. Zoro, for all his formidable presence on the battlefield, melted into a doting father in the presence of his little girl, his usual stern expression replaced by a wide, unashamed smile.
Nami, lounging next to Robin, followed her gaze, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Who would've thought?" she mused, "Our fearsome swordsman, a big softie when it comes to his daughter."
Robin's smile deepened, her eyes softening further as she watched Zoro catch Olivia in his arms, spinning her around in a gentle whirlwind of joy. "It's a side of him I always knew existed," she replied, her tone reflective. "Seeing him with Olivia, it's... it's everything I hoped it would be."
Nami nodded, understanding the depth of emotion behind Robin's words. "They're adorable together. It's like Olivia brings out the best in Zoro, makes him more... human."
Robin chuckled, her heart swelling with love for both Zoro and their daughter. "She does. And he adores her, completely. It's as if she's managed to do what countless enemies couldn't—capture the great Roronoa Zoro."
Their conversation drifted as they continued to observe the father-daughter duo, the bond between them a heartwarming sight. Zoro gently set Olivia down, her tiny feet finding stability on the deck as she clung to his hand, her small voice now carrying across the deck for her mother.
"Mommy, watch!" Olivia called out, her bright eyes seeking Robin's approval.
Robin sat up, her attention fully on Olivia. "I'm watching, my love," she assured her, her voice filled with pride.
With Zoro's guidance, Olivia began a cautious imitation of a swordsman stance, her tiny hands gripping a stick like an imaginary blade. Zoro corrected her posture with gentle nudges, his instructions soft and encouraging.
"Great job, sweetheart," Robin cheered from her seat.
Nami laughed, glancing at Robin. "Looks like we're going to have another swordsman on our hands."
Robin's laughter mingled with Nami's, her heart full. "She's already so much like Zoro."
As they watched Zoro teach Olivia, the scene before Robin was a vivid reminder of the life they had built together. It was a life she had once thought impossible, a dream too fragile to hope for. Yet, here it was, playing out before her eyes, more beautiful and real than she could have ever imagined.
The warmth of the sun, the sound of the waves, and the laughter of her family blended into a perfect moment, a testament to their journey and the love that had carried them through. For Robin, this was happiness—simple, profound, and irrevocably theirs.
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A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read this one shot series to this point! I really do enjoy writing it and if you are a fan of the Luhan pairing, I do have another one shot series I started called The Pirate King's Family.
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