Adventures of the Roronoa Family

What About Olivia?

Over the last few days, the Straw Hat Pirates found themselves adapting to a significant change. The arrival of Roronoa Kenji, the newborn son of Zoro and Robin, had brought a new wave of joy and warmth to the ship.

Zoro, once the stoic and formidable swordsman, had embraced having a newborn with a surprising tenderness. His days were now divided between training and gently cradling Kenji, often lost in thought as he held his son. "You're going to be strong, just like your old man. As soon as you're old enough, we'll start your training." he would murmur, a softness in his voice that was rarely heard. His crewmates had a hard time believing this is the same man that could intimidate their enemies with just a look.

Robin, the ship's archaeologist, renowned for her calm demeanor and intelligence, was equally transformed. Her time was spent nurturing and caring for Kenji, her usually reserved nature giving way to baby talk.

The rest of the crew, too, had adjusted their routines to include the newest member. Sanji, the passionate cook, took pride in preparing nutritious meals for Robin, ensuring she stayed healthy.

Chopper, the adorable reindeer doctor, assumed the role of Kenji's personal pediatrician, fussing over every sneeze and gurgle.

Nami, the navigator, often found herself holding Kenji, her stern exterior melting away as she played with him. "You're going to break a lot of hearts one day, aren't you?" she'd coo and make faces to make Kenji giggle.

Luffy, the ever-energetic captain, attempted to entertain Kenji with his rubbery antics. "Look, Kenji! Gum-Gum Balloon!" he'd shout, inflating himself, much to Kenji's delight.

Usopp, the brave warrior of the seas, in his own exaggerated way, promised grand tales and adventures. "One day, you'll be part of our great escapades, little buddy!" he'd say with a wide grin.

And Franky, the shipwright, had crafted a special crib for Kenji. "Super safe and comfy!" he'd boasted, wiping a tear from behind his sunglasses.

Amidst this whirl of attention around Kenji, Zoro and Robin's eight-year-old daughter, Olivia, felt a growing sense of isolation. Her place in the family, once so secure and unquestioned, seemed to be drifting away like a ship sailing out on the horizon.

"Mommy, can you finish reading me the story about the Rainbow Mist tonight?" Olivia asked one evening, tugging at Robin's sleeve.

"Not tonight, sweetheart. I need to feed Kenji, and then it's his bedtime," Robin replied gently, her focus on the baby in her arms.

Olivia nodded, trying to hide her disappointment. She turned away, her eyes lingering on her mother and brother. She missed the times when she was the center of her mother's world.

Zoro, noticing Olivia's sad expression, wanted to comfort her but found himself torn. Kenji was now fussing, and Robin was now calling for his help. "Olivia, why don't you see if that curly br—, I mean if Sanji will show you a new recipe? You liked helping him cook last time." he suggested, hoping to distract her.

Olivia forced a smile and headed towards the kitchen. "Okay, Daddy," she said softly, her heart heavy.

In the kitchen, Sanji was more than willing to involve Olivia. "Tonight, we're making a special cake! You'll be my little assistant chef!" he declared with his usual flair.

Olivia tried to immerse herself in the task, but her thoughts kept drifting back to her parents and Kenji. She watched as the crew fussed over him, their faces alight with joy and adoration. It was as if Kenji had become the sun, and the rest of them merely planets revolving around him.

Even when they all gathered for meals, the conversations revolved around Kenji. "He smiled today! It was the cutest thing!" Nami would exclaim, or Chopper would proudly announce, "He's gaining weight perfectly!"