You are Sora, the master chef of Straw hat crew, No: 3 despite being the strongest.

Everyone was asleep in their room on ship as Zoro was sleeping in hammocks with you in his arms as he held you tight inhaling your scent aa he gently ran his fingers from your snow-white hairs contracts to his as usual stern stoic face.

You were sleeping peacefully close to his chest as Zoro looked up where their Seven-months old twin sons Haru and Sato were layed on another hammock as their tiny body shifted cooking down at you reaching their hands towards you as the hammock flipped as they both fall down only to land in Zoro hand as he camly put them between him and you.

Haru and Sato immediately clunged to your chest like a leech as usual as Zoro scoffed smirking "Barts."

As Haru and Sato ignored their father babbling pating your chest then sucking in your clothed chest as Zoro knew what they wanted as he pulled up your shirt letting the brats nurse from you who eagerly suckled.

Zoro just stared at them and that how much you body changed due to pregnancy even produced milk as a Male Omega as he spoke smirking "Shitty cook looks like Our brats are born leeches"

As then Zoro looked at Haru and Sato smirking "Brats don't wake up Sora or I have to go through his kicks again."