(A/N): This is sort of a Spin-off of Bigamy. Also face reveal as to who Al is in Lyndsy's and my story in this one is.....I'm AL nice to meet ya :I Please don't kill me bye!

Morning, a time to rise and enjoy the silence of the world while entangled by the its morning air. Not today. Not for Marco. Not when he lives under his father's roof surrounded by his siblings. Whom by the way stir him awake with their whispering. He forced himself to ignore the voices and return to sleep, alas a pillow smacks him right in the face causing him to sit up in annoyance.

"What the hell do you guys want?" He barks. The group freeze as if caught red handed until the silence is broken by the youngest brother, Luffy.

"Surprise~!"

"SURPRISE~!" The others cheer. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCO!" Sabo and Ace pop their confetti cones while Luffy and Lyn blow their celebratory whistles tickling the tired man's face.

"Oh come on twin, you should smile. We're throwing you a party." Lyn swipes his lips upward creating a smile only for it to return to a frown.

"What's so great about getting older now? There really is no point-yoi." He grumbles.

"Thirty-four isn't a bad age Marco." Sabo comforts.

"It is when you live under your father's room with your siblings-yoi." He retorts.

"You know you can always move out. Nobody is forcing you to stay." Ace counters.

"I know." He sighs. "I just can't imagine not being here to take care of Pop's. I mean Thatch can't do it alone and you all are being given an opportunity not to follow in our footsteps and be a deadbeat loser." He scoffs.

"Oh Marco, that's not true. You're a wonderful brother and a son for putting others before you." Lyn consoles.

"Thanks-yoi." He grunts. "Speaking of futures, you all are of age to move out so what's up with that?"

"Rude." Luffy pouts.

"Well, Ace and I are planning to move out soon with Al." Sabo informs.

"I'm going to college out of state with Nami. She said she needed company, so I figured just take a bunch of random classes to see what I like." Luffy chortles.

"I as you know have a place with Zoro." Lyn said.

"That only leaves you and Thatch, so you can't say you have any excuses." Ace started. "You and Thatch have been caring for all of use since we came along. We don't want you to waste your life away because of us. We want you to finally live your life without concerned for anybody but yourself."

"Yeah! Now today is all about you. As of today you are relieved of whatever the hell bothers you." Lyn smirks.

"As great as that sounds, I'm not sure you guys can handle taking care of Pops." Marco said.

"Are you implying that we suck at taking responsibilities?" Lyn pokes the male's cheeks earning a chuckle.

"Maybe, but if that's the case I suppose I can try to leave things in your hands. If you claim you've got your life ready then I guess....it's my turn." The fruition of being free of responsibility felt odd to the blonde. Not to mention it's what he's been doing all his life since his adoption.

"Exactly!" Lyn chimes. "Now go get ready, Thatch made your favorite dish for breakfast." The group exit his room, and just before the youngest leaves he blows his whistle in Marco's face.

"Happy birthday again." He chirps trotting off. Marco throws himself back on the bed contemplating on his realization.

"What do I do now?" He wondered. What could an old man like him possibly do at his age? He already had a good paying job, owned a bar, what next? The only thing left to do for him is move out, but even to him that's a piece of cake and it still begged the question of, 'what to do?' He groans already carrying a headache just from thinking about it. The blonde rises to his feet deciding to take this time to appreciate today before coming back on that question. Starting with a shower.

"SURPRISE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCO!" The crowd of friends and family cheer swarming around him to congratulate the lad.

"Again with this?" He rhetorically asked.

"We figured the place you wanted to have fun is in your own bar." Nami said. "So here we are."

"Now," Ace wraps and arm around his shoulders dipping him down as if to give him a noogie. "Let's give him a great time." Everyone raises their glass cheering in agreement.

Marco did have to agree on the way his family planned his surprise party is indeed fun. Usually he's a little bored, but today he decided to be a little more enthusiastic as if to say this was the last day he'll be happy as he will slowly fall, lost in the depths of his mind of what to do with himself. He chugged, drink after drink to elude that feeling of emptiness and the prodding of the same question. Karaoke, stories of old and new, banter amongst the family, not to mention busying himself with the customers as he goes, helps relieve himself. He hiccups nearly dropping his customer's drink.

"Whoops, sorry." He chuckles.

"Okay, buddy you've had enough." Thatch pulls the male from behind the counter and sets him on the stool bar. "I'll handle everything you just have fun, but drink some water first." He advises handing him a glass.

"No I'm fine-yoi." He hiccups again. The elder brother raises a brow. "Sure you are. Drink all of it and I'll fetch you another glass." He negotiated. Marco groans, pouting like a baby as he takes a gulp of water. A melodic, giggle captures his attention. Sitting beside him is a beautiful woman with (H/L) (C/H) hair, hypnotizing (E/C) eyes. Lips painted black, a phoenix tattoo marked on the left side of her neck curling over her entire collar and a small nose ring. "What are you laughing at-yoi?"

"At you." You answered.

"Why is that?"

"Because you're drunk and clearly your friend isn't going to come back and serve you that promised drink." You clarified.

"Well, sucks for him, because I'm still planning to drink-yoi." The blonde reaches over the counter snatching himself a bottle of Bourbon. You quirk a brow amused by his tenacity to resume drinking.

"Are you sure you should be drinking that much?" You asked. Marco pours himself a drink after chugging his water.

"Why? You worried?" He flirts. You scoff shaking your head. A drunk flirting with you has always been a turn down, but today you couldn't care less.

"No I'm just saying. Keep that up and you'll end up on the floor." You reminded. He shrugs careless of the outcome.

"It's my birthday, my bar I'll do what I want." He raises his glass. "Cheers-yoi." He downs the delicious liquor. Meanwhile you sat there surprised.

"Really? Happy birthday then. I guess you'll drink till you're down." You mock sipping your drink. He scowls at you.

"You know you're kind of bumming me out still talking about what's going to happen to me if I keep it up." He growls. You put your hands in surrender.

"You're right. My apologies. I don't know why I'm even arguing with a drunk." You press your lips against the glass for another sip to say, "Pendejo." You mumble. Marco scowls at you.

"What?" He asked.

"Hmm?" You hum.

"You insulted me just then." He accused.

"Oh, no I didn't." You furrow your brows and tilt your head innocently.

"Yes you did."

"Did I? What did I say?" You jest.

"You said Pen...something." This only furthered your confusion. "I know what it means it's an insult in your language." You chuckle at his accusation.

"Very good, and just what are you going to do about it?" You patronized. He rose to his feet to hover over you. You blush biting your lips. You hadn't noticed how well built he is by the slightest touch of his body pressing against yours. You were to preoccupied with yourself and bantering with the man you've forgotten to take a moment to check him out. The words he whispers in your ear sent a shiver down your spine as well as rising your temperature in your core. You shut your legs to rub your thighs as your desire is fuled by sweet nothings. You turn as your lustful eyes lock onto his cyan ones.

"What are you waiting for?" You whisper seductively. He smirks taking your hand and guiding you out of the bar causing your excitement to rise.

The morning sun's rays blasts onto the hung over man's face. He groans in agony as the throbbing of a migraine comes in like a thousand bricks befalling onto him. Eyes blink open slowly adjusting his vision to his surroundings.

"Morning." You said leaning against the doorway holding a mug of coffee. The male shuffles himself up realizing he's not home. He looks up at you starting to remember your familiar face.

"Where the hell am I?" He hisses.

"My apartment." You replied.

"What the hell happened last night? Did we hook up?" He asked again.

"Hardly call it a hook up, but yeah. We did." He tilts his head confused. "See you were having a birthday party at your bar I'm guess? Then we hooked up, but we couldn't find your place cause all you said to me is, "it's the house in the woods." So I brought you here, but during sex you released first and started crying on my chest apologizing for cumming quick then told me your troubles and passed out after whispering, "I'm a good woman." Oh and you pat my head then passed out. So....yeah." You notified. He gapes in humiliation face palming himself.

"Jesus. I'm so sorry." He mutters.

"It's alright. You seemed like you had a lot on your mind and just needed to vent. That explains the excessive drinking. I don't blame you. I wouldn't know what to do with my life either, but I'm still working on it, so I'm sure you'll do fine. Here." You hand him your coffee helping him wake up.

"Thanks."

"No problem. If it makes you feel better you're not the first and I don't mind. In fact you're the one I relate the most so far. It was actually kind of cute." You tease. Marco blushes averting his eyes as he clicks his tongue. You took that as a, 'yeah right' sign. You roll your eyes assuming he's a, "macho man". The blonde's shame fades finally raising his head to see yours. What he sees is a beautiful woman in a messy bun sitting by his side. Your eyes are still mesmerizing since last night. Your skin still young and soft under the sun's rays. You smile kindly at him. Clearly you were a mature woman compared to the other girls he's hooked up with. Unconsciously he leans in for a kiss. You blush deciding, "what the hell". You went for it. Your lips tasted like coffee yet they felt so plump and soft against his. Soft, parted kisses weren't enough. He dives in for a harder longer one. You allow him as he leans you back just a little by his assertive growl. It's been quite awhile since you've had an electrifying connection with anyone. Your hands slide from his hard pecks up to his thick neck. The feel brush of his chin hair tickle your skin sending a shiver down your spine once again. You moan against his lips encouraging him. Both of you tried to pull away, yet something kept you two from doing so. This heated moment is something you both desired, but haven't found yet until now, and it's quite intoxicating. The click of a door has you pulling away to catch your breaths. His graze against you skin. Yours does the same causing him to shudder in response. You both press your heads against each other nuzzling one another to bask in this moment. A moment which reminds you that you're not alone in the house.

"Mommy?" A child's voice speaks up. Marco freezes. Eyes widen in shock when he turns to see a tired little boy no older than five. You clear your throat knowing this is probably awkward.

"Excuse me I gotta take care of him." You said exiting the bedroom to greet your baby boy. Marco is left dumbfounded as he takes another while for his eyes to wander. On your dresser is a photo of you, your son and another man. His conclusion,

"Fuck. She's married."

(A/N): Oh Lawd Marco what have you gotten yourself into. Anyways thanks guys for reading my book. Vote for your favorite either this one or Law and I'll be posting your chapters like crazy. Thank you and have a nice day :)