A/N – I have no kids – if I got anything wrong in this process, forgive me XD I researched as best I could.

Friday was a bundle of nerves and nervous energy for you and Zoro. He did his best to keep his composure outwardly, but he put salt in your coffee instead of sugar. Not your preferred method of waking up in the morning, but after that Mihawk wouldn't let him in the kitchen.

By the time it was time for you to go to the appointment, he had led a morning class, trained, cleaned the dojo floor, made you a proper and unsalted coffee, grabbed a shower, and was trying to not let his knee bounce as he sat on the couch. It was adorable and it took everything you had to pretend you weren't noticing it. You, surprisingly, weren't too nervous, but maybe because you had gotten your nerves out of your system in the bathroom after you had taken the OTC test.

Once Zoro and Mihawk's reactions had been positive, you had found yourself oddly at peace. Whether the news was good or bad, things would be okay.

The appointment was with an elderly lady doctor who seemed to be more piss and vinegar than blood and bones, but she didn't tease Zoro for too long. Dr. Kureha had been recommended by Marco, who was pretty sure she had been a doctor sometime around the dawn of humanity, and just kept at it. She was in remarkably good shape, and if you didn't know she was well past retirement age, you wouldn't have guessed her age over her mid-fifties.

You were up on the table, shirt hiked up, as the old doctor moves the transducer around with practiced movements. The sound was unmistakable, and her face lit up along with yours.

"Congratulations!" She offers with a smile as Zoro squeezes your hand. "I -... oh."

"Something wrong?" Zoro asks, and you have to give him credit for not sounding nearly as nervous as you know he is.

"Perhaps," Dr. Kureha looks between the two of you. "It sounds like twins."

"... Twins?" You question, your brain not quite keeping up with the implications.

"Mm, indeed. There're two different beats in there. We'll keep things closely monitored, of course. You said your wedding is scheduled for 1/10, right?"

You nod, "Eight weeks from tomorrow."

"Alright, we'll check again on the 6th, but I don't foresee any issues. Your vitals are good, and there's nothing concerning. I'll let you know if the tests come back differently, but for now just go about business as usual." She explains. "Your residence is the Yoru Dojo, right?"

"Yeah, for almost four months now." 

"Well, I wouldn't recommend you go too overboard with training, but exercise should be fine. I know how strict young Mihawk can be, but bruises and welts should be kept at a minimum." She instructs. "Your body has enough to take care of, so no unnecessary injuries. You're still welcome to enjoy each other's company, 'til I say otherwise, so don't be nervous about that."

You can feel your ears go pink, not that it slows down the doctor.

"Schedule an appointment between now and the 6th if anything feels off. Bleeding more than spotting, nausea, vertigo, that sort of thing. Mild flus or colds aren't cause for concern, but if your temperature's high for more than a day or two, go to the ER and see if they can pull it down for you." She leans back and looked at the both of you, dumbfounded looks on your faces since the reveal of twins, and smiles. "You two get any of that?"

"Ah, um..."

"Next appointment is the 6th before the wedding, exercising is fine, but no harsh training, we can have sex until you say otherwise, and schedule an appointment sooner for, uh, bleeding, nausea, or vertigo, and go to the ER for prolonged fevers." Zoro replies.

You felt oddly proud of Zoro and weren't sure what to do with it. Dr. Kureha barks a laugh and hands over a piece of paper that has the details on it.

"Good job, kid." She pats your thigh as she gets up. "Those useless lumps at the WG got you two right at the very least. Congratulations on your wedding as well. Take a few minutes if you need it, and then you can schedule your next visit at the desk on your way out."

She left and you turned to Zoro, and for some reason he looked... almost sheepish.

You grin. "You feelin' like an over-achiever, Ma-ri-mo?"

He flinches, his ears going red. "... A little."

You can't help but laugh a little as you kiss his cheek. "I will survive your virility, I promise. And – ha! You can't pamper me; doctor says I can do everything still."

He hugs you close and whispers in your ear, "If I didn't restrain myself, you'd need me to pamper you the next day."

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks and he chuckles when you remind him that you have an appointment tomorrow.

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You open the door to see Sanji's smiling face, though the smile fades as Zoro pulls the cigarette from his mouth and tosses it in the gravel of the driveway. There was a tense moment between them for until Zoro breaks it.

"She's pregnant, shitty cook, no smoking."

"Oh— EH!?" Sanji drops the cigarette he was already pulling out to replace the one Zoro had tossed, when he tucks the pack away. "Well, felicitation, (Y/N), may they take after you." Sanji says cheerfully, shaking your hand. "I guess it's good to know at least some part of you has a sense of direction, Marimo." Sanji adds, grinning deviously at Zoro.

Zoro clicks his tongue and you refrain from putting your head in your hands. "Gentlemen, shall we?" You step to the side and let Sanji come in. "We've got a lot to talk about."

The three of you sat around the kitchen table and talked about food and options and costs for almost three hours. The numbers and options were starting to make your head spin, and you were grateful that Sanji and Zoro managed to get along during most of the conversation. Mihawk had come around a couple times as well, breaking up any impending arguments between the two – in a way that left you with the impression that he was very practiced at it – and offering soft bits of advice.

"Well, one-hundred and fifty people isn't impossible." Sanji admits as all three of you are running out of steam. "I have some dependable guys I can tap for assistance. Are you really expecting so many?"

"I expect we'll have about half. We've invited the dojo students, but most of the smaller kids aren't going to be interested, and quite a few of the college students are going home for winter break and won't be here." You explain, stretching and hearing your back pop in satisfying ways. "Some of my coworkers will be coming, and a few of Zoro's EMT buddies, but I'd rather have too much food than too little. Baratie's has a good process for donations, right? Any excess of food can be donated without much concern?"

Sanji beams. "That's true, you can leave that to me, free of charge. I'd be more than happy to make sure nothing goes to waste. Have you decided on a cake yet?"

"Not yet. We went to three places the other day, but we had other stuff on our mind."

"Well, if you get stuck let me know in the next week or two. I know a good baker. She's a little eccentric, but her skills are solid."

There's a knock at the door that Mihawk answers, but you don't get a chance to get back into your conversation before he's turned toward the kitchen.

"Mr. Sanji?" Mihawk prompts. "The man at the door is for you, it seems your Matchbook has arrived."

A/N - A little shorter than my usual chapters, but it was the perfect place to stop. The next one will be pretty long though. ^_^