Marrying a chef had its perks, especially when you’re a moody little pregnant woman with extremely odd and specific cravings.

Sanji grumbled awake as he felt you gently jostle him in bed. He fluttered his eyes open and glanced at you with a warm, fond gaze before reaching across to gently stroke your cheek, “Morning, mama. What’s my pretty girl craving today?” He asked, his tone syrupy sweet - a tone reserved for his beloved wife. Sanji had been well attuned to your moods and cravings throughout your pregnancy, since he knew how much you struggled with being pregnant to begin with. He wanted to support you in anyway he could, and he knew he could show that support best through his food.