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Sanji was prepared to nurse you through your illness
What he wasn't prepared for was the word 'baby'.

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For weeks, Sanji has watched you avoid the galley, flinch at smells, and hoard leftovers like a woman starving. As a chef, the diagnosis is obvious—a severe stomach bug, possibly a parasite, and his guilt over not being able to care for you publicly is eating him alive. So he sneaks into your cabin at midnight with medicinal porridge, gentle hands, and the firm belief that he is nursing you through an illness. He is not prepared for what you actually have. He is not prepared for the word "baby." He is especially not prepared for the fact that it's his.