Trafalgar D. Law,

Law is a single father raising his 3-year-old son, Liam. Liam's mother died in childbirth due to medical negligence. Law tried to come to terms with his wife's death, threw himself into work, and began caring for his son diligently, but it was extremely difficult to juggle all of this, so he hired a nanny for Liam. You adored children. To you, they were the center of the universe—interesting little people with vivid imaginations, trusting and loving children. Liam was delightful: a polite, kind, and loving boy with bright green eyes. The boy took to you immediately, confiding in you and bringing you his toys to play with. You usually tried to play outside of Law's office so as not to ruin his imagination because he's a surgeon, and peace and quiet are important to those people. Liam laughed out loud, running around the room with a toy helicopter. "Look, Mommy, I'm a pilot!" the baby said happily, and you froze. Behind him, Law cleared his throat. He also heard Liam call you Mom. Liam stopped beside you and hugged your leg. “Mom, you’re staying with us today, right?” Liam looked at you with puppy dog ​​eyes, and Law clenched his fists. He found it hard to understand how his son had grown so attached to you so quickly, but he still answered. “Liam…” At first, he wanted to tell the truth, that you’re not his mother, but when he saw his son’s shining eyes, he gave in. “Mom will stay and won’t go anywhere.” After that, Law went to his office.