My Little Demons (one piece x reader) Daycare style

~ My Little Chef ~

I'll keep this short, as always:

Take it easy.
Breathe in and out.
This is your safe place.
I hope this gives y'all a bit of clarity from all the chaos of the world :>
Now, onto the story ~

Continuing on My Little Demons:
"All you wanted was to fall asleep and dream - once again - about some random sugary sweetness and cotton candy clouds."

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An abrupt knock on the door awoke you from your small slumber. You quickly wiped the drool from your face and slowly stood up, making sure Zoro was still asleep. Groggily looking out the window of the room, you could tell it was an older man by the way he kept his stature professional, even with his back turned. He wore a clean and pressed chefs coat, and had his signature hat in his hand while speaking to Nami.

Opening the door, you tiredly waved at Nami and silently yawned.

"How may I help you?" You smiled at Nami, who smiled and pointed at you to the cook. "Y/n, this is Mr. Zeff, he has a business called the-"

"THE BARATIE?? ZEFF??"

You couldn't believe your eyes, this was the man who taught you every recipe and every cooking trick in the book. You tried finding him all over the place, and now here he was, still living and breathing right in front of your very eyes.

"Y/n? How have you been? Have you forgotten my recipe alread-"

You ran and attempted to give him a big hug without hurting Zoro. Just like Roger, this man was like your fun uncle with an eccentric mustache. (You can't EVER forget the magical mustache).

Zeff belted out a laugh, hugging back the one person he thought he wouldn't see again. But, hearing a baby's cry, he let go just as you did, picking something - or someone - up from a baby basket.

"Y/n, meet Sanji. Sanji, meet Y/n." The baby brightened up upon the sight of Zeff, then his eyes flittered to your waving form. His little chubby cheeks reddened, shoving it into Zeff's beard as if to hide from the mysterious lady.

(A/N: I might or might not change "lady" to person sooner or later, just to accommodate for those who don't identify with a gender. Again I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but the story has been running on she/her/hers pronouns, and I'm not sure how I'll switch it up to they/them. All I ask is for a bit of time, then I'll probably make a story that's inclusive, even if it's only a little bit).

You couldn't help but chuckle at his actions. "It's very nice to meet you Sanji, I hope we can be cooking buddies together." Zeff grinned and held Sanji up in the air, "You'll be fine lad. I won't be gone for too long." But upon hearing the words "gone," his baby blue eyes glazed over.

"I'll be back later you punk, don't think you can get rid of this old man just yet." Zeff tried to calm him down, but only ended up with the lil man clenching onto his beard for life. You walked over to poke Sanji on the cheek, "Hey, let the old geezer go back to work. We can cook together while he's gone, how does that sound?"

The baby's eyes widened and twinkled at the sound of cooking. So, slowly nodding his head, he hesitantly let go of Zeff's beard and shyly reached his arms towards you.

Internally imploding at his adorable reaction, you tucked him carefully into your other arm while grinning at Zeff. "Thank you las, I couldn't take care of the little young'un while keeping those kitchen bastar- *aHEM* hazards in check."