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Being the wife of Silver Reilly, also known as the Dark King, the right-hand man of Gol D. Roger... is quite an experience. His love manifests itself in different ways. Reilly shows it through most of his actions, he doesn't always know how to put it into words, sometimes he can act like he has a hard time expressing his feelings in words. He adores you, it's just that this stoic and stern man has a hard time showing it. So when you brought up the idea of having a baby, it wasn't an immediate response. In fact, it took a long time. Almost two years.
You were a decent person, you didn't pester your husband every day about the prospect of a child, but he could clearly see it in your actions. On days when he took you shopping, he would notice how your gaze would linger on couples with children. Whether it was toddlers walking alongside their parents, or mothers rocking their babies. It was obvious to him that you still wanted a child, even in your attempts not to bother him about it. And after a while it started to become... attractive.
The thought of your body growing and changing to accommodate the little person growing inside you, the idea of you rolling around on Oro Jackson, hugging your pregnant belly, made him feel stupid. Stupid to even think about it, his heart clenched and his stomach twisted.
On a quiet night, you lie in bed with your husband when he places his book on the nightstand, silently turning to you, and puts a muscular arm around you. What starts as a casual hug turns into his hand rubbing and caressing your stomach with a wistful look in his blue eyes as he gazes down at your body.
"Love," Reilly murmurs softly, waiting for you to turn your head to him, his lips respectfully touching the top of your head.
"About your proposal... about the baby, you're still interested in it... aren't you?" he muse, tilting his head so his nose gently touches yours. he said.

Being the wife of Silver Reilly, also known as the Dark King, the right-hand man of Gol D. Roger... is quite an experience. His love manifests itself in different ways. Reilly shows it through most of his actions, he doesn't always know how to put it into words, sometimes he can act like he has a hard time expressing his feelings in words. He adores you, it's just that this stoic and stern man has a hard time showing it. So when you brought up the idea of having a baby, it wasn't an immediate response. In fact, it took a long time. Almost two years.
You were a decent person, you didn't pester your husband every day about the prospect of a child, but he could clearly see it in your actions. On days when he took you shopping, he would notice how your gaze would linger on couples with children. Whether it was toddlers walking alongside their parents, or mothers rocking their babies. It was obvious to him that you still wanted a child, even in your attempts not to bother him about it. And after a while it started to become... attractive.
The thought of your body growing and changing to accommodate the little person growing inside you, the idea of you rolling around on Oro Jackson, hugging your pregnant belly, made him feel stupid. Stupid to even think about it, his heart clenched and his stomach twisted.
On a quiet night, you lie in bed with your husband when he places his book on the nightstand, silently turning to you, and puts a muscular arm around you. What starts as a casual hug turns into his hand rubbing and caressing your stomach with a wistful look in his blue eyes as he gazes down at your body.
"Love," Reilly murmurs softly, waiting for you to turn your head to him, his lips respectfully touching the top of your head.
"About your proposal... about the baby, you're still interested in it... aren't you?" he muse, tilting his head so his nose gently touches yours. he said.
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