It was a crisp morning, and Luffy was, of course, outside, his voice echoing as he shouted about something random—probably challenging the wind to a fight or attempting to catch a fish with his bare hands. You didn’t even bother asking anymore; it was just the way things were.

You’d been married to Luffy for five years now, living in a cozy seaside house you’d built together. The ocean was never far from view, the salty air always carrying the scent of adventure and freedom. Life had become an unpredictable whirlwind, but with Luffy by your side, it always felt like home.

You had three kids now—twins, Benjamin and Oliver, both five years old, and a baby girl, Maisie. The twins were inseparable, constantly bickering over toys one minute and laughing together the next. Benjamin had his father’s love for food, while Oliver seemed to have inherited Luffy’s adventurous spirit. Maisie, though only a baby, already had her mother’s quiet curiosity, always watching her siblings with wide, innocent eyes.

At this moment, Benjamin and Oliver were playing outside with Luffy, their voices a mix of excitement and mischief. You could hear them running around the yard, racing toward the shore where the waves lapped gently at the sand.

Inside, you were preparing lunch, though you knew it wouldn’t be eating it, your body never the same after 3 kids and well being married to luffy who always made you eat. You had just finished making sandwiches when Maisie let out a soft cry from her crib.

You quickly went to her, scooping her up into your arms. As she calmed down, you stood by the window, looking out at your family. Luffy was tossing the twins into the air, their laughter filling the air as Maisie settled in your arms. The house may have been small, but it was filled with life, love, and the endless noise of your ever-growing family.