Morning Favorite

Alone with Doffy

It was a relatively silent morning in the Donquixote household as two blondes rested within each other's arms, the younger of the two with his back pressed comfortably against the other, a smile on his face as they slumbered.

Large black sheep hopped over his dreams blessing them with sweetness and tranquility as the sun peeked over the horizon, barely breaching the shared room through the small parting in the curtains.

Two other balls of sunshine rose along with the sun, the youngest of them with a pair of bright gray eyes peeked into the room, accompanied by a single pair of eyes as the two children smiled and snuck into the room, quietly tip toeing around the bed. After a moment of observation, the taller of the two gave the ok go to the smaller.

Grinning, the small brunette hopped onto the bed and started to wake up the two father figures. "Cora-San! Doffy! Wake up!" the small sweet voice called out in hushed excitement.

Corazon's bright blue eyes shot open when the bed began to rock and move under him. His initial groggy thought was that there must be an earthquake happening at that very moment, before the voice of his only daughter reached him and a slow groan followed the muffled muttering of the blonde behind him, ordering Corazon to quiet the brats before he did it himself.

"Daddy! Daddy wake up! Today's the day!" Lamie cheered as she pulled at Doffy's arm that was draped across his waist, holding Cora to him, only for the older blonde to growl at the smallest of the household.

"Get 'chur own Cora, brat."

"C'mon Doffy! Let go, Cora-san promised that he'll take me and Sanji while you wake up Law!" The young girl huffed and managed to pry a single finger before a resounding chuckle rose out of the man behind Corazon, "Ah, the birthday boy is mine to torment for the morning? Why wasn't I told of this, Roci?"

Corazon smiled and held a soft sigh, "Because I knew you were going to tease the poor boy all week with that knowledge, but yes. Law will be yours to care for the beginning of the day. Try not to kill each other, please?"

"Fuffuffuffuff, I make no promises, Roci dearest. Now hurry before he wakes up and latches onto you." The older blonde pressed against Corazon's back and smiled, his eyes gleaming under his sleep mask as he thought of just the present he was going to give his special birthday boy.

X

Law was woken in the worst possible manner of all his 13 years.

One minute he was enjoying the quiet of his bed, wrapped in the warmth of his blanket and his birthday reminder set so far back in his mind that he had actually forgotten it was supposed to be that day.

Law was fast asleep dreaming about his mounting success in the medical field, when a sixth sense slapped him out of his peaceful slumber. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the feeling he was getting was... disturbing, to say the least.

Something, a small, rational and slightly panicked voice was yelling at him to just turn around, turn around and run, whatever he did though he should refrain from opening his eyes, because opening his eyes would mean something very bad. Law heeded that voice, he trusted that voice, but his traitorous eyes blinked sleepily against his better judgement.

Clouded steel eyes blinked twice, thrice at first, taking in the pink and yellow that filled his field of vision. Confusion pulled his brows together as, once more, his eyes blinked and the face before him came into focus. There, only a couple of centimeters away from his face was the face of the heavenly demon, those obnoxious red shaded sunglasses reflecting his own face back at him. While the largest shit eating grin was plastered on those tanned features, the man barely seemed to breathe as he only stared at Law, unnervingly looking like something that had risen from under his bed. The boogeyman incarnate.