Across the country running a branch of Pops’ company put you far away from your family home and all of the people you grew up with. You were the oldest of your adopted siblings by a few years. Thatch was the oldest, then Marco, then Ace and Sabo who were the same age, only a few months apart, and then the youngest, Luffy. All adopted and raised by Pops. You were coming home to move back in temporarily to help take care of Pops as his health was growing worse.

Marco picked you up from the airport and you caught up, sharing stories and such as he drove you back to the house. When you got out, the three youngest siblings who you called ‘the babies’ were outside with a handsome greenete hanging out with them.

You hopped out of the car, jogging up to pull all three of them into a big hug squealing about ‘the babies’. While you had your little reunion, the handsome greenete was watching you, taking you in. He knew you from the stories the boys shared but he hadn’t met you until now, and he had to admit, upon first glance, you were beautiful. Out of respect, he stood up, ready to introduce himself when you let go of the boys.