oh god. you're getting old.

your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the sun peeking through the window. you're slowly eased awake by the feeling of your boyfriend's knuckles gently caressing your cheek.

"shanks?" your murmur, sitting up and looking at him. he smiles at you.

"good morning," he says softly, a loving look in his eyes. "guess what day it is." he holds out a little pancake with a smiley face drawn on top in syrup. "luffy made it for you. happy birthday, lovely."