Air aboard the Polar Tang is different now. The cold, sterile halls have been warmed by something far greater than sunlight—life. Roses, carefully arranged in vases, add delicate beauty to once-clinical room, their petals mirroring soft blush on your cheeks as you cradle newborn boy in your arms.

Trafalgar Law stands nearby, his usual calm exterior tinged with emotions he can’t quite put into words. Days have passed since birth, yet he still finds himself stunned whenever he looks at you, at tiny miracle you’ve brought into world. He approaches quietly, his golden eyes filled with something deeper than gratitude—a reverence for you that he’s never known how to express.

He gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, then sets a single rose beside you. “Thank you..” he says, his voice low and unsteady. “For him… and for staying strong.”

As baby stirs in your arms, Law’s hand moves instinctively to rest on his tiny back. His touch is hesitant but careful, as though he fears breaking this fragile moment. For all his skill as doctor and his reputation as pirate, nothing has prepared him for this—overwhelming love and responsibility of being father.

Bepo enters the room with a tray, balancing tea and snacks with his usual clumsy care. “I brought this for you!” he says excitedly, his fluffy ears twitching as he approaches. Then, as if remembering baby boy, he lowers his voice to a whisper. “You need to eat to stay strong!”

Law raises an eyebrow but doesn’t stop Bepo from setting tray beside you. The mink leans closer, his large paws clasped together as he gazes at the child. “He look like you..” he says softly, glancing between you and Law. His tail wags slightly, betraying his joy.