Time (Sabo X-reader)

There's Never Enough of It

Onward with the oneshot then!
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  They sit on the red and white checkered blanket under the apple trees. Spring's now in full bloom so the sweet scent is almost overbearing, but they're used to it. This is a tradition they do each year, to celebrate another year that they've been together: their anniversary.
There's not any thoughts of the numbers on either of their wrists counting down, there are only thoughts about how beautiful everything he sees is. They sit with very little space between them. She rests her head on his shoulder, he'll never understand why she thinks that it's comfortable, but it doesn't bother him, so he places his arm behind her just so that they're leaning into each other.
  "You want to know what I was thinking, (Y/n)?" he can smell the shampoo she just bought the other day and he thinks the scent totally fits her.
  "No, I can't read your mind," she loves the warmth of his body, which causes her to snuggle deeper into his side. "As much as I'd love to, I just can't."
  "I was thinking... that you're the most beautiful women I've ever met," he kisses the top of her head before he wraps his arms around her. "I don't deserve someone like you, you're too beautiful for me."
  "You're too much of a gentleman for me," she lets him pull them both down on the blanket. "I don't deserve someone like you."
  "Every women deserves a gentleman," he strokes her cheek to brush a (h/c) strand out of her face. "This is wonderful. I never would've thought of meeting such an amazing angel."
  "I'm no angel, Sabo," her (e/c) orbs advert themselves from him as the compliment gets to her. "I'm not special, and I haven't saved anyone..."
  "You're unspeakably special to me," he cups her chin as he almost forces her to gaze into his eyes. "And you saved me, isn't that enough?"
  "How did-" she doesn't get to finish as his lips meet hers. He doesn't let her breathe until he's sure that she won't bring it up again.
  "I love you," he places his forehead on hers before he lets her go and rolls onto his back to look at the sky. "It's getting late, maybe we should start cleaning up and get on home?"
  "I think that we should wait for the stars to come out and gaze at them for a little while," she lays on her back as he grabs her hand again and they both sigh out.
"I like that idea," he closes his eyes as the noises make their way towards his ears. The thoughts that he tried so hard to block out earlier start to creep into his mind, he dreads them.
  He can't stand the fact that time is ticking away while he does nothing; it's like he's a little kid walking down an abandoned street with nobody around to hear him scream out as his mother is being ripped away from him, out of his life forever; ripped away like paper in a tornado, or a wooden house in a fire. Just like Ace was.
  "Hey... hey," he suddenly feels her hands placing themselves onto his face. "If you wanted to go home, you could've just told me instead of lying... there's no need to cry."
  "I'm not cry-" he stops as he sits up, her grip on him breaking, and he wipes his eyes. "It's not because of that..."
  "Then what is it about, Sabo?" she reaches out again and thumbs over the tear rolling down his cheek. "You know you can trust me with everything..."
  "Yeah, I know," he places his hand over hers and closes his eyes as buries himself into it. "I was just thinking about the past... and our future."
  "Sabo..." she starts, but she suddenly stops as his eyes open again and they both meet. She lets out a sigh before she looks away a little ashamed, "I'm sorry that I've been selfish lately... it's just that we don't even know if the rumor is true-"
  "That's not it either," he lets go of her hand before he looks out at the horizon. "It's just... I feel so selfish. I have all these amazing people in my life... I've even met my soulmate, but Ace... he wasn't as lucky. He only had us, Luffy and I, and that was all. And now he's dead, and here I am... wishing to get more time with you... even though he never got to meet his..."
  "You're not selfish," she puts both of her legs on opposite sides of him, and pulls him into her arms. "It's understandable. We always want more time than we get. Some people are lucky, and some people get broke."
  She feels his arms wrap around her waist, "Humans are always thinking of ourselves, don't get hung up on how often you want things to be different..."
  "I just never want to feel like I couldn't do anything to help you... I don't want to loose someone else before I'm ready," he rests his head on her chest before he wipes his face. "I must look weak..."
  "Weakness means that there's always room for improvement," she runs her fingers though his blond hair trying to soothe him. "If you want to try... we can see if you can give me some of your time. Not too much. Maybe like a minute."
  "I'll give you all of my time," he lifts up his head as he takes her wrist into his hand. "Or... mostly, so that we die at the same time."
  "Not this soon," she blushes slightly as he gives her an amazing smile and lightly kisses her wrist. "Maybe someday though..."
  "I love you, (Y/n)," he leans toward her face and kisses her lips. "I will always, no matter what happens."
  "I feel the same way, Sabo," she looks into his eyes, they might be dark in color, but she's never seen any more compassion in anyone's eyes.
——Two Years Later——
  The sun shines through the windows of the house that they share. She stares at his sleeping face before she starts to get out of bed. She feels his arms wrap around her and pull her back onto the soft mattress.
  He starts to attack her sides with tickles, so she can't keep a straight face, "G-good morning, s-sunshine!"
  "Good morning beautiful," he leans down and places a kiss upon her lips. "How do you feel today?"
  "About three months pregnant," she giggles as he rolls his eyes at her obvious statement. "How do you feel this fine morning?"
  He shrugs, "I've a confession to make."
  She tilts her head slightly as she waits for him to continue, "But first check your wrist."
  She sighs out as she turns it over, her (e/c) orbs widen as he holds his next to her, "They have the same time on them! Sabo, when did this happen?!"
  "It's about that confession," he cups her cheek as he leans in to whisper in her ear, "Ever since you moved in, I've been giving you an hour of my life every night."

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