You had Zoro since he was a newborn,

He was left on the doorstep of your castle, and, not seeing other option other than take him on, you took him under your care. On the end, you were lonely, you wanted company, so why not? It wasn't hurting a single fly! You gave him love, clothes and everything he wished for. He wasn't a demanding child, but he adored swords.

The green-haired, now with two years old, normally slept all day, only waking up to eat and sometimes... Eat again. If in mood, he would play. He was clingy, and hated Sanji, a boy that was son of a chief of a restaurant that you used to go. Rarely was the times that they had a good interaction, but was amusing to see.

It was a cold morning, snow falls on the rocks outside, the climate was windy and sky gray. You woke up, planning to have a common day as always. You sat up, immediately freezing up with the thin clothes you wore. After changing, you heard small whines, Zoro was awake.

That was your new routine, you were accustomed to this. Slow steps echoed through the corridors until stopping infront of Roronoa's bedroom, opening the door. The little one was stood up on his crib, furrowed eyebrows and shiny earrings greeted you, he was grumpy.

"Bah..." He murmured, holding a plastic toy sword in his hands. That is your new life, welcome to it. Good chat!