Closure: Trafalgar Law X Reader

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You finally caught your breath and stopped sobbing, but remained shaking in your fiancé's lap. He stayed quiet watching you quiver as your muscles continued to contract and relax, your brain too scrambled to gain full control. Law's left hand brushed over your cheeks attempting to clear your tears.

It was...unsettling to watch you so out of control.

He knew how much physical pain you were in and how much more you would be in tomorrow.

"F/N-ya," he called softly, fingers pushing through your hairline, "it'll feel better if you sit in the bath."

You shook your head not confident in your ability to stand much less sit in a tub of water.

"It wasn't really a question." The light of the TV illuminated his dark features, "I'll stay with you so you don't drown."

You snorted voice still too weak to properly respond.

A smug simper twisted his lips, "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Up we go."

Already being folded against him made it easier to scoop you up. Ignoring your feeble protest Law rose and strode into your room placing you in a seated position on the bed.

"Strip." He ordered turning to exit.
"What?" You croaked watching him enter the adjoining bathroom to turn on the faucet.
"If you want to sit in the tub in your clothes that's fine by me." Law called emerging only to head for the door to the common space.

Despite your burning muscles you began tugging your leggings down, kicking them off at the foot of the bed. Your fiancé passed back through carrying a small white bag.

"Epsom salt." He muttered before you could ask.

You forced yourself up on shaky legs pulling a thin towel from your dresser to cover yourself once completely undressed. Tucking the corner of the towel between your breasts, you tied your hair up in a loose bun and waddled into the bathroom where Law had just cut off the water.

His eyes trailed over your exposed skin as you quietly stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain almost all the way closed. Your hand jutted out of the opening offering him the balled up towel. Law took it and sat on the covered toilet while you shifted and laid down in the tub opposite him.

The water was heated perfectly almost instantaneously loosening your coiled up muscles. A content sigh pushing passed your lips as your head lulled against the white tiled wall.

Law watched you relax through the small opening in the curtain a bit of concern tugging at him.

"F/N." He called softly, it was the first time since you met that he dropped his colloquial.

You hummed keeping your eyes closed knowing his stormy gaze was locked on your face.

"How often does this happen?"
"Not terribly often." You replied coolly.
"What's that, once a month? Once a week?" He pressed.

Sighing again you opened your eyes meeting his stern glare.

"Anxiety attacks aren't to be taken lightly, F/N."
"Sometimes once a week, sometimes three." You averted your gaze to the floral pattern on the shower curtain.

Law's brows raised taken back by your rather alarming confession. He couldn't believe you were just living this way. From the moment you met he knew you were stubborn, but to just allow yourself to be so stressed and anxious that you spent multiple nights a week curled into yourself struggling to breathe?

It made him angry.

"Don't look at me like that." You muttered keeping your eyes on anything but him.
"You should have told me."
"I don't want to talk about this anymore." You pulled the curtain flush with the wall hiding yourself.

Law huffed settling back against the tank of the commode. Arguing with you wasn't going to help so he decided to save the conversation for another time. You felt your guts twist. It was enough that you were feeling guilty and a little ashamed of your infidelity, but it was also against the law and you didn't want him to know in case you were to somehow get caught. It only happened once and three months had passed without having anyone contact or threaten you. Thank the gods the pregnancy test was negative. All of this stress was probably unnecessary.

A few moments of tense silence passed before Law pulled his phone out to check the time : 1:23AM. He sighed crossing his legs and dropping his hands into his lap.

"Hey." You called in unison.

"I'm sorry I missed dinner," he continued, "I had a patient come in for a stent that turned into a triple bypass."
"Oh, I hope they're ok." You brushed the curtain back to see the void expression on his face.

It made your chest hurt.

His eyes settled on your face as a frown bent his lips, "He had a stroke in the middle of the procedure and we couldn't revive him."

You couldn't imagine the weight that that put on his shoulders; not being able to save a life entrusted to you.

And here you were troubling him with your anxiety attacks.

Stupid.

"I'm so sorry." Was all you could manage.
"It happens unfortunately. I have to go in for a counseling session tomorrow."
"Counseling?"
"Yes, they like to follow up when you lose a patient and also prepare you for the possibility of a malpractice suit. Pretty standard." His gaze fell to his lap.
"Is this your first time?" You asked rubbing your now pruney fingers together.
"No, sadly." He stood unfurling your towel, "Come on, the water can't be warm anymore."

You unplugged the tub and rose taking the towel as he offered it.

"Unless you need help, I'll head to my room."
"I'm ok now, thanks."

He exited as you pulled the curtain back.

After dressing for the night you flopped down on top of you comforter and stretched. Your arms were still a bit sore but the bath had certainly helped you recover. Silence weighed you to the bed while guilty thoughts swam around in your mind. You kept thinking about that vacant expression on his face, it stung. Tossing and turning for nearly an hour got you nowhere. You were exhausted but wide awake trying to stifle the urge to leave your room.

Bare feet padded against the faux wood paneled flooring. You tapped lightly on the door before softly calling his name. It opened almost immediately as if he'd already been standing there. You studied his tired face before gathering the confidence to speak.

"I-I'm ... that is..."
"Afraid to sleep alone?" a smug smirk pulled at his lips.
"Shut up." you sighed.
"Be my guest." he opened the door all the way gesturing you inside.

Quietly you crawled into his bed and settled back to back.

"Law?" you whispered rolling over to face him.
"F/N-ya?" he remained with his back to you.
"I'm sorry for being a burden after you had such an awful day."
Your fiancé shifted to meet your gaze, "Stop putting some much guilt on yourself. We are going to have to learn how to rely on each other a bit more."

You nodded and closed your eyes letting his words sink in. Eventually you both gave into your exhaustion.

The morning sun filtering through the blinds brought you out of your slumber. It had been a while since you slept passed sunrise. The room was empty; you figured Law had headed in for his counseling session.
Unlocking your phone you saw you had a few unread texts.

Usopp : hey boss. It's slow again today you shouldn't worry about coming in.

Law : be back around noon.

The third was a number you didn't have saved but knew by heart.

206-555-4524 : I need to see you.