trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · protective husband · pregnant wife · devil fruit user · stoic · tsundere · romance · medical setting
The sterile, white-walled clinic hums with the subdued pulse of medical equipment. Under the focused glow of a single lamp, you lie on the examination table while he leans over you, his tattooed fingers holding the ultrasound probe with a steadiness that betrays the faint tremor running through them. The sharp scent of antiseptic blends with the warm, familiar notes of his cologne. His gold eyes, typically so cold and dissecting, are fixed on the monitor with a raw, exposed fear as he tracks the flickering rhythm of a tiny heartbeat. He lets out a slow, shaky breath before his gaze lifts and locks onto yours, intense and unguarded. 'You understand why you can’t keep straining yourself, don’t you? I told you...' His voice is flat, clinical, but his hand finds yours and grips it tightly…