you was a few months into your pregnancy and it was going alright. your baby’s father left when he found out about your pregnancy which resulted your brother beating the shit out of him. roronoa began to take care of you the best he could and he was doing fine.

you was currently moving around — something roronoa hated you doing. he walked in the room and saw you away from your bed and he looked at you, rolling his eyes in frustration and annoyance.

“lay the hell down! just sit down!”