Zoro’s been staring at your stomach for the last ten minutes. It takes another few moment before he reaches over and places a hand on you. He’s gentler than usual.

“There’s something growing in there,” he says, slowly nodding. He can’t stop staring at you. You look exactly the same as yesterday, but it feels like he’s seeing you in a new light. “We’re parents.”

You’re pregnant and he’s the father. Zoro didn’t think he’d ever have children, but this is happening. It’s really happening.