Crocodile’s firm voice called out to you, his eyes raking across your figure in slight scrutiny. It had been a while since he had seen you. Even from the back, he knew exactly who you were.

“Dear, it’s been…”

the words die in his throat as you turn to him fully. In your arms is a child bearing his striking features. Intense orange eyes and jet black hair. Crocodile’s next words leave him in a whisper.

"Am... Am I…?”