The point of a honeymoon in Jaya was that the weather would be nice even in early January, and you and Zoro had an open agenda. You could spend the entire week indoors if you decided to do so.

"That's not a hotel." You say, checking the address for the third time since you were dropped off by the shuttle service from the airport. "That's a house."

"Small house." Zoro offers.

You looked left and right. There were a series of separated small houses, with lots of privacy fencing and trees. It seemed Mihawk didn't get you a hotel room, he got you as near to a private getaway as either of you would've been comfortable with.

Zoro leans down and whispers. "Won't have to worry about bothering the neighbors." He smiles as he walks by you and up to the private cabin, tilting his head for you to follow.

Face flushed, but smiling, you followed him. Zoro was carrying all the luggage, and you hadn't argued much. In a few months it wouldn't be you getting pampered, so much as the two of you scrambling to take care of twin babies.

The private house was, at least compared to the spacious dojo, relatively small. There was a spacious bedroom with a large bed in the middle of it, and a small living room with a fluffy couch and a TV. There was a small kitchen, just enough elbow room for a single cook, with basic cooking equipment. You could make the staples, but you probably weren't going to whip up souffles or fancy cakes. Not that either of you had the skill or desire to do so, but you felt Sanji would be pulling out all sorts of weird tricks to make the meager appliances bend to his will.

The bathroom was a little bigger than expected, with an open shower and a whirlpool tub just big enough for two people to relax in.

It was little wonder this place was considered one of the top ten honeymoon destinations. You tried not to think about the egregious amount of money it all cost. Just because Mihawk had said you didn't need to worry about money, didn't mean you didn't worry about money. It wasn't like you had really struggled with income while you were on your own, but 16-18 to had been some tight years, and those habits don't leave you easily.

Warm arms wrap around you from behind, kissing your cheek as he pulls you into him.

"Whaddya think?"

"It's more than I expected."

"Too much?"

"Mm, no. I mean, maybe a little, but I'm trying not to think about it."

"I know how to distract you."

You feel the heat rise in your body. "You do." You tremble lightly in anticipation.

"I promise I won't break you." He says, his words causing the shiver, and your heart rate, to heighten.

"What about the bed?" You question, your voice shaking with a mix of laughter and desire.

"Not my problem." He replies, practically growling the words.

Zoro lifts your shirt off you easily, and brings your arms back down, pinning them with his arm as his other hand covers your eyes. Hungry and hot lips descend on your neck, sending jolts of pleasure across your skin and down to your core. Teeth nip at your ear, his tongue traces long lines across the most sensitive stretches of your neck, and the deep kisses leave bruising marks on your shoulder. The rough actions assault your senses with pleasure, and gasping moans fill the air as his hands begin to wander.

Kisses rain down your back, sending deep shivers to your core as you wriggle against the strong hands that hold you in place even as they wander. You barely register things as he pulls your bra off and he's slipping your feet free from your pants and underwear before you had even realized he's pulled them down.

The kisses against the back of your thighs nearly buckle your legs. Your hands find a door frame and you brace yourself against it for a moment as nails drag down the soft flesh on the back of your leg, tearing a nearly orgasmic shuddering cry from you.

You can feel him press against you from behind, breath hot and heavy, skin practically on fire. He braces your back against his chest, lifting your leg up and rubbing his hard cock against your slit. You're already soaking wet and the tip of his stiff flesh grinds against your clit. If he wasn't holding you in place against him, you'd be on the floor from the pleasure throbbing between your thighs.

"Hngh, fuck," The curse is practically ripped from your throat as rough fingers tease your nipples, and lips devour your neck crashing the first orgasm into your body with hardly a warning.

Your body is still shuddering and twitching as Zoro's entire length pushes easily into you. The sounds that dribble out of your mouth aren't any language you know, and your hazy mind isn't sure if you've come a second time or not. Strong hands hold your hips, and your shaking arms hold onto the door frame for dear life.

Despite the rough ferocity, nothing he has done has hurt. Even the bruising kisses were wrapped in pleasure. But as your legs buckle under the steady deep thrusts, he lifts you up against him enough to get you both to the bed. Your legs crumple to the floor as the mattress alone supports your torso.

He lifts one of your legs up to his shoulder, causing your body to turn onto its side. He moves your leg to the side a little as he moves slowly, with long deliberate thrusts until a jolt of pleasure shots through your core. The surprised gasp from you draws a grin from him as his tongue slides over his lips in appreciation. He hits the spot over and over, your body shuddering and curling against him as pleasure begins to build up in you again.

"Zo~ro~," you cry, reaching out to him. "I'mma... lose muh mind!"

Instead of grabbing your outstretched hand, his thumb begins to roll over your clit. The glint in his eye seems ready to consume you entirely. There was no spoken command from him, he was in control and didn't need to say anything to drive the point home. Your hands held onto his arm, taut and immovable like cables of steel, and you couldn't stop the flood of pleasure from crashing over.

Your body tenses and shudders from the orgasm, you can hear him grunt as you clamp down on him, twitching from head to toe. His steady pace quickens, and you can feel him twitch inside you for a moment.

Light kisses against your ankle travel down your leg as he pulls out, hands shifting you further onto the bed. The tender kisses cause you to shift and stretch in pleasure under him as his kisses trail up your hips and across your stomach. Kisses slip along your collarbone, up your neck, and to your own lips, consuming you deeply as his tongue pushes into your mouth.

Your hazy gaze comes into focus as the kiss breaks, and you catch the look in his eyes. You body freezes, and a hungry grin spreads across his face in reaction to your expression.

Zoro might not have broken you, but by the end of the 3rd round, he was carrying your thoroughly exhausted body into the bathroom and cleaning the both of you up. As he had assured you before, the two of you spend most of your honeymoon with you being sufficiently pampered.

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"What do you mean, you see another head?!" You bellow, your grip on Zoro's hand causing his bones to creak.

"I mean, Mrs. Roronoa, you have three very healthy baby boys, and only two at a time ever showed up on the ultrasound, now PUSH!" Dr. Kureha instructs.

You pushed and roared, for what you hoped was the last time you'd have to do so.

"I blame you for this," you grumble at Zoro. "Three earrings, three swords, now three kids."

There's a smile on his face despite it all, "I'll accept that blame."

Aside from the surprise baby, the entire process went smoothly. You were in labor for a few short hours and hadn't made any false trips to the hospital prior to today. May 5th was quite the day to find out you had a surprise addition to your family, and after you had been moved to a room to recover you could appreciate the humor in it. Zoro's right hand was in a splint – you hadn't broken his fingers, but you did dislocate one at some point.

You had one baby in each arm, the 3rd in Zoro's left hand as he sat beside you. Two dark-haired babies, and one blonde, not a greenette in sight. Well, natural green hair was a very recessive gene, after all, and Zoro was one of maybe three people you'd seen your entire life who had the hair color naturally.

"How can something so small feel like its too big to fit in my heart?" You muse, looking from the babies to Zoro.

He smiles, shaking his head a little. "I don't know. What are we going to do?"

"Our best." You assure him. "We're in a good place for it too. I'm sure Mihawk will be delighted to help, and I doubt we'll be able to keep Sanji and Nami away." You chuckle weakly. "Most of the dojo students, for that matter."

After a moment of silence, you start to chuckle, hugging the two babies in your arms a little more closely. There's amusement, and exhaustion in your laugh and Zoro gives you a moment to settle before he asks what was so funny.

"All I could think was, this was not the Santoryu I had signed up for."

Zoro tries to hold back his laughter and fails, rousing the triplets a little. The two of you fall silent for a moment, waiting to see if all hell will break loose or if they'll go back to sleep.

"Any opinions on names?" You ask him quietly after they seem to settle back into their nap.

He shakes his head. "I literally named my fighting style 'Three Sword Style'," he admits. "I wouldn't even know where to start. Anything come to mind for you?"

"Mmhm. Ace for the eldest, Sabo for the blonde, and Luffy for the youngest."

"Youngest by minutes."

You smile. "I feel like it'll matter to them some day. Older siblings look out for the younger ones."

"Why those names?"

You shrug, "Something about it just seems right. Like they'll be happy to grow up together."

"... I feel like I can already picture the amount of trouble they're going to get into." Zoro says. His tone is flat and almost annoyed, but the smile on his face betrays him.

"We'll make sure they know they're loved, that'll be enough."

~Fin.

A/N – I might – might, mind you, expand on this at some point, but for now, Thank you for coming along with me, I hope you enjoyed the journey as much as I enjoyed writing it ^_^