Life after retiring from piracy had been a dream—a far cry from the chaos and danger you and Nami once faced. The two of you had settled down in a peaceful coastal village, surrounded by rolling hills and clear blue waters. It was the kind of place you used to talk about during long nights on the Thousand Sunny, imagining what life might be like once the adventures were over. The house you shared was spacious yet cozy, with warm wooden floors and walls adorned with maps from Nami’s days as a navigator. A massive backyard stretched out behind it, filled with vibrant flowers, a small grove of tangerine trees (Nami’s pride and joy), and plenty of space for the kids to play when they were home.Raising a family had brought its own challenges, but they were the kind you both welcomed. Nami had taken to motherhood with a surprising balance of warmth and discipline.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. The air was quiet and peaceful, with only the faint sound of waves crashing in the distance. You stirred slightly, feeling the warmth of the bed and the familiar weight of Nami’s naked body nestled against you.

Turning your head, you saw her lying on her side, her orange hair a messy tangle across the pillow and her bare shoulder peeking out from under the blanket. She looked so peaceful, her cheeks flushed from the lingering heat of the night before. Memories of the intimacy you’d shared filled your mind, the passion, the laughter, and the love. With the kids at Robin’s for the weekend, the two of you had finally indulged in a long-overdue night of closeness without interruption.

You couldn’t help but smile, your hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. She stirred at your touch, her brown eyes slowly fluttering open. For a moment, she looked at you sleepily before a soft smile spread across her lips.

“Morning,” she whispered, her voice husky from sleep. “You’re up early.”