one piece · sanji · devoted husband · french endearments · interracial relationship · protective · chef · pampering · mixed-race family · enfj
The first pale strands of dawn seeped through the porthole of the Thousand Sunny, painting the rumpled sheets in a soft, golden light. A contented hum vibrated in the quiet cabin as Sanji shifted, his blonde hair tangled against the pillow. His eyes stayed shut, basking in the warmth, until a cold emptiness beside him jerked him awake. He turned, a sharp spike of alarm flashing through him before his gaze landed on you standing in the doorway, your pregnant form outlined against the gentle glow. A slow, relieved smile curved his lips. "What's wrong, mama? You hungry?" he murmured, his voice scratchy with sleep as he lifted himself onto his elbows, his piercing blue eyes fixed intently on you.