The next morning you're in the bathroom looking at the positive test. Your head is in your hands and you take a deep breath.

It's just an over-the-counter test.
It could be wrong. I should go to a gyno first.
I can't go to a doctor without telling Zoro. I can't tell him I'm pregnant, what if I'm not?
But he'd be happy, right?
I should be happy.
I am happy.
This was kind of the whole point, and I thought I wouldn't mind having a lot of kids because the dojo is so big and he has so much energy he'd be delighted to corral kids all day, and he's so good with the little students there's no way he'd struggle with it.
And even if there was a struggle, we'd get through it.
It's okay.

"I don't know how to say it." You murmur to yourself, realizing you had not expected to deal with this until after you were officially married.

You take a few more minutes to compose yourself and throw the test in the trash. There was no other way to do it, you were just going to have to hope for the best. You walked out of the bathroom and to the kitchen, where Zoro and Mihawk were setting everything up for breakfast. You were holding onto yourself trying to muster up the courage to talk.

"(Y/N)?" Zoro sets down what he was doing and came over to you. "If you don't feel well, we can-."

"I-think-I'm-pregnant." You blurt out the words, eyes almost to the floor.

You hear a clatter from deeper in the kitchen and look up to see Zoro's eyes wide and jaw slack.

"I need to go to a doctor to be sure, but the... the test had two lines, and I-I think I have morning sickness and... um..." You swallow hard and reach out to him tentatively. "I'm sorry, I didn't know how to say it."

He almost drops to his knees, hugging you so suddenly that you only maintain your balance because of his arms. His hands are holding onto you almost desperately clutching into your back. His face is buried in your stomach, and you're not sure what to do for a moment.

"Zoro?"

"I want to shout, and swing you around," he explains after a moment, his voice muffled because of your shirt. "I want to tell everyone and we're not even completely sure yet. I can't do any of that, so I'm doing this."

"If you swing me around, I might throw up." You admit, running your fingers through his hair. "But you can shout if you need to."

He shakes his head, lifting you up carefully as he stands. The smile on his face melts your heart all over again as he kisses you. "I'll really get to pamper you now."

You laugh. "Your students are going to know what a softie you are before I get to tell them."

"We're supposed to deal with cakes today, can you?" Zoro asks, ignoring your teasing. "If we need to reschedule-."

"I'll manage." You assure him with a smile. "You might be stuck doing most of the tasting, but I'll manage."

"Allow me to offer my congratulations with the assumption of a positive confirmation." Mihawk says, bringing breakfast to the table. "I assume this would lend more weight to your decision regarding the library?"

"Whew, yeah." You exhale as Zoro sets you down so you can both eat. "I'd prefer to plan on staying at home, rather than trying to juggle things. I may expand on the library here since I enjoy the work of maintaining a library, but I don't know if I'll want to leave for eight hours a day if I don't have to."

"There is sufficient room for expansion in several areas, should you both desire." Mihawk replies, and you get the distinct impression he was saying you could give him as many grandchildren as you could stand to, and not necessarily confining his response to the library's expansion.

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While going around to three cake shops you were able to make a call with your doctor and set up a time to verify your suspicions. Friday, just before lunch. You were fairly certain of the answer at this point, something in you just seemed to know, but it was best to have a professional available.

"Are you going to have to look at different dresses?" Zoro asks.

"No, we're a little over two months from the date, but I shouldn't start showing until around or after six months." You explain, "Even if I'm at eight weeks we... should be... fine."

You could feel your face growing hot.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I think you got me pregnant on the f-first try." You admit, your mind wandering back to your first night together with Zoro.

"I feel like that's not exactly what you're thinking about." He says, in a knowing and terribly teasing tone.

"... I was worried about your eye when we first got home from the hospital, and then the therapy sessions were exhausting, and then I got the flu, and um..." Your face aches from the blush rushing into it.

Zoro doesn't say anything, but you can see the smirk on his face. He's staying focused on driving, but he's waiting for you to get to the point.

"Are you really gonna make me ask for it?" You say in a very tiny voice, face mostly hidden behind your hands.

"It's tempting," he admits. "Do you need me to pull off somewhere, or can you make it home?"

"Of course I can make it home!" You shout and see Zoro struggling to keep a straight face. "It's not like I can't control myself." You mutter.

"But you don't want to wait."

You make a noise. "....Pass."

"How's come?"

"Sun's up, I... can't."

"Hm."

"Not. A. Word. Roronoa Zoro." You warn.

He smiles, but the rest of the drive is in silence. Terrible silence that does nothing except allow your mind to wander to all the, admittedly illegal, things you would happily risk in broad daylight. Your mind wandered so completely you didn't even realize you had made it the rest of the way home without offering any directions to Zoro.

You get out of the car after he parks, but you don't get far before you're scooped up into his arm. He has you against his shoulder, keeping one hand free so he can get into the house. He doesn't say anything, and aside from a soft gasp of surprise, neither do you.

The focused look on his face is all you really need to see to know what's going on. The afternoon classes are going on, on the other side of the house, and so there's no one to know, but you're still blushing when you're carried into your room.

He sets you down and takes off his shirt, pulling yours up gingerly until you raise your arms and accept the action. Hot hands tug your pants down as hungry lips find yours. You're barely even aware of the light in the room, already lost in the eyes that have you captured. Your fingers trace over his chest as your bra's snapped free, tugged away with barely a glance.

His kisses trail down your chest, and he goes to his knees in front of you, his lips kissing along your hips and down your legs as he frees you of your pants entirely. His actions are quick, but gentle, and you're stifling soft moans and gasps as he strips and kisses you.

"Say it, again." He says, breaking his silence as he stands back up, hands gripping your ass and lifting you up, your body pressing against the need you're sure he's been controlling since you were both hospitalized.

"Hngh?" You mean to ask what, specifically, but instead a pleasurable sound that's twisted in inquiry escapes you as he squeezes you and nips at the tender spot along your neck at the same time.

"My full name," he clarifies, breath and words sinking into your skin. "Say it."

His fire and need threaten to steal coherent thought from you, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, your voice shivering along the golden spindles that reflect the soft sunlight in the room. "Roronoa Zoro." You let the words tumble from you and feel his whole body tense against yours.

"My... Roronoa Zoro," you say, fingers flexing along his back, tracing thin lines along his skin with your nails.

"Shit," Zoro swears, his body going still for a moment. "Tell me if anything feels off." He says, setting you down and turning you around quickly. His lips are on your neck, kissing along your shoulders. One hand plunges between your thighs, thick hot fingers moving past your clit and curling into your wet slick folds. His other hands steadies you for a moment as you cry out from the sudden pleasure, and then it begins to tease you everywhere it can reach as he moves over to the bed.

"I was gonna let you take the lead," he admits, breath heavy and husky in your ear, his fingers leaving from inside you as he turns you around and lifts you up onto the bed. "If I break the bed, I'll fix it." He promises, causing concern to well up in you.

"Don't break the bed!" You manage just before he pushes into you. Concern mixes with the pleasure that had been building in you since the conversation in the car, and the feeling of being stretched and filled that you had been craving for weeks pushes you over the edge.

Your legs curl around his waist, fingers twined together as he pushes your hands into the mattress, leaning over you. He was never shy about admitting his desires and would only slow or stop if you seemed in need of a break, or asked for one, but even before now he seemed in control of that desire.

Whatever held him back before was nearly breaking. You're held in place, your hands pinned by his, and your body trapped under his. His lips find your nipples, and teeth and lips send pleasure through the stiff flesh relentlessly. As though he cannot push enough pleasure into your body – and the attentive swordsman seems to remember every twist and turn that makes you squirm.

Your fingers and body flex and shiver under him as the pleasure builds again. You try to say his full name again, the syllables shattered by the pleasurable sounds he brings out in you. The pleased hum that vibrates against your tender flesh is the only reassurance you need as the wave crashes into you.

His name passes your lips, a cry of pleasure louder than you meant, and what follows are deep, shuddering thrusts, as he helps you ride the wave before finally giving in to his own pleasure.

He shifts you further onto the bed and lays down beside you. His hand moves over you gently, soft kisses falling on your lips for a moment, as you mumble your appreciation in little blissed-out sounds. When your eyes come into focus, you begin to run absent fingers over him, and he smiles.

"Didn't break the bed." He says proudly.

You smile, snuggling into him. "Your restraint is admirable."

"You have no idea."

"... I think I have some idea." You reply. "Someday, I'd like to know what you are like without any restraint."

There's a slight flinch, and you can feel the heat coming off him. "I'll do my best, but -."

"-Not now." You both say it at the same time and laugh.

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, as you both seem to have decided to let the afternoon class go home before you even consider stepping out to get cleaned up. After a moment, you begin fiddling with your ring and are reminded of the conversation in the hospital.

"I forgot to ask," you admit, holding up your hand. "Why a star?"

Zoro's face goes red again, but he doesn't cover your face or his. He seems to struggle with what to say, and finally speaks, though he doesn't manage to look at you as he does so.

"It's the North Star." He says finally. "... 'Cause I've always been able to find my way to you."

You can feel the heat in your face, not nearly as warm as the feeling in your heart, and you close your hand, putting the other over it and cradling it against your heart. "As long as you keep finding me," you whisper the words softly, like a small prayer.