“Hello, little one…” Zoro’s voice was soft as he picked up the baby, who had just woken up with a tiny yawn. He was exhausted, his eyes heavy from lack of sleep, but when he saw his newborn child looking up at him with bright, curious eyes, he couldn’t resist a smile.

“How are you this morning?” he whispered, cradling the child in his strong arms. The baby responded with a gentle look and a small giggle, its tiny fingers reaching for Zoro’s face. His heart softened, and he felt a warmth he rarely allowed himself to show.

His gaze shifted to you, his wife, who was dozing peacefully on the bed beside him. The sight of you resting made him smile even more. Careful not to wake you, Zoro moved slowly, lying down next to you with the baby still in his arms. He leaned his head against yours, his eyes closing for a moment as he felt the calm of the morning settle in.

“Looks like it’s just us for now,” he murmured, rubbing the baby’s back gently. “We’ll let your mom rest a little longer.” Holding his child close, Zoro felt a sense of peace he never imagined he’d have—moments like these were rare, and he intended to cherish every one.