"We're finally here, Captain!" The blue haired man called out. Kid stared straight ahead at the island that held flowers, fruit trees and minimal human life. Harmony Island. Kid didn't come to this island for himself. Sure, he lied and said that they had to replenish anything they were running low on or needed, even though the ship was pretty much stocked. Though everyone knew that already, they didn't question their intimidating captain one bit.
The red haired man threw a look at his best friend as he jumped down from the ship on to the white sandy beach. He walked his way through the beaches and into the woods where birds chirped, butterflies fluttered and the aroma of multiple flowers were veiled in the air. Memories came flooding back to the blonde man, making his heart race. Soon enough, he came into a clearing where a tiny white cottage stood. Small white picket fence, flowers in the front with a garden chair and a garden table, decorated with white lace designs, made of painted metal. The pale oak door was a reminder of his younger days, approaching this door almost every day to meet with the one he loved so much.
Knocking loudly, he waited patiently as he stared at the door, waiting for it to creak open.
Suddenly, the sound of a lock opening was heard followed by the door squeaking heavily as it opened.
There she stood. Her beautiful (H/C) locks, framing her face. Her eyes, shining with love as she stared at him, surprised to see him after a couple of months. She wore a long white dress with colorful floral designs decorating it, off the shoulder sleeves. She was just the definition of perfection.
"Oh, Honeybun, I am so happy to see you." Your voice was the sweetest he had ever heard. In all his life, no woman sounded as melodic as you. He could cry right in this moment. The immense happiness that was flowing inside of him was overwhelming, however, the only thing he could do was hug you close to him. You smiled against his chest and hugged back. What a lovely feeling that you missed so much.
He pulled away slightly and placed his hand on your swollen stomach. You held his hand gently as you looked up at him.
"They're getting big. I feel like it is almost time." Killer felt butterflies in his stomach as he thought about being a father. It excited him yet saddened him at the same time. He had a purpose for being out in sea and you knew this. You were patient with what he did and how he did it. You loved him no matter what and would always stay by his side. He appreciated you for that. He had made a promise to be there when you gave birth and here he was.
"Where is the captain?" Killer walked inside more and closed the door.
"Let's worry about us for now, (Y/N)." He removed his mask, placing it down on a side table near the door. You smiled as he leant down to kiss you. You cupped your hands on his cheeks as he gave you a passionate kiss. Oh how you missed his lips, his touch, his voice. You were so happy to have him back home, even if it were for a little while.
You pulled away and grabbed his hand, walking him to the bedroom the two of you once shared in the past.
The door opened up to reveal the old bedroom he was much too familiar with. Soft blue walls, plants all around the room, scented candles scattered in an organized manner, fluffy blankets on top of glittery embellished sheets.
The bed where you gave yourself to Killer. For the first time and many times after that.
"My Honeybun. I've missed you so much..." You gently pushed him on the bed, climbing on top of him. His hands rubbed your thighs as he stared into your half lidded eyes, beginning to cloud with the craving of love, touch and passion. You leaned down and kissed him sweetly. He couldn't help but touch you all over. The increased breaths and desperate stares from you made Killer more excited than you could even imagine.
