“Ahh!” I yawned as I stretched out while waking up.
“Finally awake I see.”
I turned to my side to see my husband smirking at me while leaning on his arm. His other arm was wrapped around my waist.
“I’m still recovering from all those late night meetings.”
“You haven’t worked as my secretary in over six months, (Y/n).”
“After ten years of being your secretary, I still need recovery,” I chuckled.
Crocodile sighed as he buried his face into my neck.
“Would you have married me if I wasn’t?”
He began peppering my neck with kisses making me moan softly in pleasure. Then he trailed his kisses up to my lips and captured me in a feverish kiss. No matter how long we’ve been together, he still stuns me at how his kisses put me in a stupor. When we finally separated he pressed his forehead to mine.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t do it sooner that two years ago.”
“Ah well. You’re lucky too, because Whitebeard was going to set me up with someone,” I smirked.
“I don’t think so.”
“Jealous sweetheart?” I grinned.
“If I am?”
I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck and played with the nape of his hair. I knew he loved it when I played with his hair like that.
“I would hope that you know that after waiting for seven years for you to want me, that I wouldn’t let you go once I had you.”
“Good, and I hope you know that I won’t mess up this opportunity with you.”
“Now Croc,” I raised a playful eyebrow, “don’t get all soft on me. If people find out then they won’t take you seriously.”
“It’s a good thing that I only act this way around you. Anyway, I need to get ready for work before you make me late.”
I chuckled, “Trust me, I make sure that I don’t make you late. Especially since Robin has been taking over my place as secretary, I don’t want you giving her a hard time like you did to me.”
“Please,” he started while getting up from bed, “I’m not that bad.”
“At times you are,” I stretched.
He smirked while leaning over to kiss my lips softly. When we separated he smiled then proceeded to get dressed and ready for work. I decided to get up and make some coffee before he left. Also I cooked him a small breakfast sandwich so that he had some energy before work; he still has a small habit of skipping breakfast. When the coffee started brewing I felt a pain in my side and I leaned against the counter to endure the pain until it settled.
Suddenly, a cool hand touched my waist while the other grasped my hand.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes,” I nodded, “I’m fine.”
Crocodile smiled as he nuzzled my neck.
“Take it easy today. I know you’ve been sore since the car accident last week.”
“It was a fender bender, and the kid didn’t look where he was going. But I know that Whitebeard will punish his son for it.”
“Ah yes, Marco I believe it was.”
“I’ll go and have a checkup because my back is still killing me.”
“Let me know how it goes,” he kissed my temple.
Crocodile poured himself a cup of coffee to go, then grabbed the sandwich and kissed me one more time.
“I love you,” he said.
“Love you too.”
“Call me if you need anything.”
“Stop hovering and go to work.”
He smiled before he left the house and headed to work. After he left I made myself a cup of coffee then headed towards the living room. When I stepped away from the counter, the pain in my back spiked and it made me collapse to the floor dropping the cup making it shatter across the floor.
I twitched slightly as I tried to move from the floor. The pain in my back was getting worse, but I knew that if I stayed still it would stop and I could get up. After about five minutes I slowly stood back up, ignored the broken glass and coffee, to make it all the way to the phone and called Vivi.
“Vivi, it’s me. Can you come and take me to the hospital please?”
“(Y/n) what’s wrong?!”
“Can you just please come here?”
“I’m on my way. I’ll call Robin to let your husband—”
“No! No, he’s hovering enough and has enough stress. Just please hurry.”
“Okay, I’ll be there.”
I hung up the phone and went to make sure the door was unlocked then collapsed against the couch.
“How can a fender bender make my back hurt this bad?”
Vivi didn’t take long to get here and see that I was struggling to settle the pain. She aided me into getting in her car and she drove me to the hospital.
“What happened?” she asked.
“I got in a fender bender last week with Marco, but I didn’t think that it was that bad. Sss, this hurts!”
“(Y/n) let me call Croc—”
“No! Please I’m fine. Let’s just get to the hospital.”
“Alright,” she said while taking my hand so that she could note when I felt pulses of pain.
“Robin please let me know when Doflamingo gets here.”
“Yes sir,” she said. “Oh and Ms. Boa is waiting for you in your office.”
I sighed heavily. This woman does not give up, no matter how many times I’ve told her no, or (Y/n) telling her to leave. But she has been silent for two years. I walked into my office to see Boa sitting on the edge of my desk clad in her signature red, low v-cut, dress smirking happily. I walked past her to sit in my chair.
“Please sit in the chair provided, I have just had my desk refinished.”
“Oh Crocky, still so stern as ever. Must be the married life,” she joked while touching my wedding ring.
I pulled my hand away and glared at her.
“If you are only here to flirt and not discuss business this meeting is done and you may leave.”
“Alright relax Crocky, I just wanted to present you with a proposition.”
“Make it quick please I have other matters to take care of.”
“Alright (Y/n), you’re all set,” the doctor said.
“Thank you, Dr. Trafalgar.”
“Call me Law, please. I’ve been your doctor for a while now.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Now, please refrain from doing heavy lifting for a while. We were able to drain the excess fluid in your spine and I reset your column so the pain stops. But just give it time to heal.”
“Okay. And is she okay?” I asked.
“Actually,” he opened the file and pulled out a picture. “You have more news and you’re coming along quite well. I suggest having another checkup next month so we can follow up with your spine; other than that you are free to go.”
“Thanks Law, I’ll make the other appointment online.”
“Have a nice day,” he smiled softly as he left the room and I climbed off of the table.
“How come you didn’t tell me?!” Vivi exclaimed.
“I just wanted to make sure everything is good and healthy before I said anything.”
“I understand, but come on I need to know these things!”
We started to leave the hospital and I noticed that it was close to four o’clock. Crocodile will be home closer to six and I didn’t want him to worry. We got back into Vivi’s car and she drove back to my house. I noticed that Vivi kept looking at her phone and I knew she told.
“When did you text Robin?” I asked.
“Huh? I didn’t text her,” she sweat dropped and her voice rose.
“Vivi, we’ve been friends for years, I know when you’re lying. You told her didn’t you?”
“Okay maybe,” she smiled. “But don’t worry she texted me saying that she did not tell Crocodile.”
“Good. I just want to go home and relax after I clean up that mess in the kitchen.”
“No you go home and relax. Don’t do things right now.”
“Are you the father or something?” I joked.
“No but I do work for him and I would like to keep my job.”
We both laughed; if everyone wants to get their paychecks then Vivi will keep her job. When she dropped me off I went inside the house to clean up the spilled coffee and glass. After that I fixed a light snack to eat then went to relax on the couch until Crocodile came home.
After an hour of re-runs, I decided to get started on dinner. I started on a simple stew because I was feeling exhausted. When I put the stew on simmer I heard the door open and keys being dropped in the key dish.
“(Y/n) I’m home.”
“I’m in the kitchen,” I called.
His footsteps trailed into the kitchen where he laid his blazer on the back of the chair and he loosened his tie. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the side of my head.
“Smells great. How was your day sweetheart?” he asked.
“A little hectic, but nothing I can’t handle.”
“Does it have to do with that piece of glass under the counter?”
I looked over and noticed that I missed a piece of the cup that broke. I hung my head slightly as I stirred the pot.
Crocodile rubbed his large hand over my abdomen as he kissed my shoulder.
“Did you end up going to the doctor?”
“Yes, I did. Vivi took me there and brought me home.”
“Are you alright? What happened?” he questioned.
“Why don’t we get the food first and I’ll tell you?”
“Alright,” he hummed.
Crocodile helped me set the table then serve the stew. He poured himself a glass of wine and gave me some juice I had stored in the fridge. I explained to him how I fell in the kitchen, then called Vivi to have her take me to the hospital, and how they drained the fluid from my spine.
“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked.
“You have been stressed lately, with the three new contracts, building site, Doflamingo’s stocks, and you worrying about me is not good. I can take care of it.”
He reached across the table and grasped my hand.
“I’m your husband; your well being is all I care about. I don’t care if I lose a contract or miss a meeting, you’re more important.”
I smiled at him, I can’t help but fall even more in love with him. I got up from my seat touched his shoulder.
“Be right back.”
I walked back into the living room to grab the picture from the coffee table then walked back into the kitchen. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders from behind, I handed him the photo.
“Look at it.”
He studied the black and white photo closely, while I leaned on his shoulder. It took him a moment to realize what he was looking at.
“(Y-Y/N) is that?”
“Mm-hmm,” I pointed to the left of the photo. “And there.”
His eyes shifted back and forth and his silence was a little unnerving. Suddenly, Crocodile shot up and hoisted me up into his arms and began spinning me around.
“Ah! Crocodile mmph—”
He kissed me feverishly while pulling me tighter to him. He separated and had the widest smile I’ve seen on him since our wedding. He usually is never this way but I was enjoying it.
“You have made me the happiest man!” he kissed me again.
“I didn’t think you would be this excited.”
“Im ecstatic. We’re having twins!”
“Yes, we’re going to be parents.”
I hugged him tighter.
“I’m taking next week off and we will start planning, and making up the rooms.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Absolutely, I mean everything I say.”
“That you do, and I think that is how this happened,” I joked.
“I regret nothing,” he smirked.