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The sun shone on Zoro’s face, indicating it was morning. It was warm and it was keeping him in the bed he shared with his spouse. He groaned, deciding to stay in bed for 5 minutes more. Just when he was falling asleep again, the smell of food hit him and he opened his eyes to see the source of the smell. “Oh,” Zoro mumbled sleepily as he saw Sanji coming in with a tray of food.
“Mornin’, doll..” He relished in the feeling of the cold bed sheets, inhaling Sanji’s scent that remained on the covers.
Sanji put the tray on their nightstand with a sigh. “Someone wanted to say good morning..” He brushed some hair off his face, revealing both of his beautiful eyes. Brown on his left and blue on his right, as beautiful as always.
Zoro had memorized his lover’s unique eyes by now.
He was too busy staring at the cook in front of him that he didn’t notice the weight jumping onto him, “Happy birthday, papa!” Sora, his daughter, called out before jumping on top of him. He chuckled and quickly got out of bed with her in his arms. He spun her around, which earned a surprised yelp from the 7 year old. He carried her bridal style and pressed kisses all over her face before setting her down on the bed.
The blonde haired man threw Zoro a white T-shirt. “Put on a shirt, you overgrown mosshead” Sanji pointed at his scars, which would always worry their daughter. The mosshead sucked in a breath through his teeth and groaned a small “on it” before putting on the piece of cloth. Sora took a warm piece of bread from the tray and put it to Zoro’s mouth.
“Papa! Say, ahh!!” Sora exclaimed, trying to shove the bread into the swordsman’s mouth. “Ah!” He opened his mouth and she shoved the whole bread in, despite Zoro choking on some pieces.
“Sora, no!” Sanji carried the girl as she let out cute, evil laughs. Zoro hummed as he ate the bread, a soft smile on his face. The olive-green haired girl clung onto Sanji and pointed at the breakfast on the tray.
“Papa! Did you know I made the bread? Did you? Did you?! We also made cake!” She swung her legs excitedly and Sanji sat her on his shoulders and shushed her down.
“.. It’s good.” Zoro smiled, placing another piece in his mouth. Sanji eyed him up and down before putting Sora down and going over to where his husband was. He raised a brow,
“Are your tits bigger, marimo?” He took the swordsman by the hips and Zoro’s face flushed. Sora gasped and pointed at her parents.
“You didn’t tell Papa about ma sœur?!”
The morning of Zoro’s birthday started with a confession from his daughter, a nosebleed from his spouse and a kick from their soon-to-be daughter.