The second you opened the door you were scooped up into a bear hug.

"She's not a plushie." Law grumbled.
"I'm fine." You giggled as Rocinante set you back on your feet.

Law protested again as the blonde turned and wrapped his arms around him before losing his balance and ultimately taking them both to the floor.

"I've missed you both." He grinned, brushing himself off as he stood.
"It's only been a couple of weeks."
"He means we missed you too, Roci." You smiled, shutting the door.
"Thank you, F/N." Your soon-to-be father-in-law winked at you before looking around the room, "What a cute little space you have here."
"You're being too kind." You chuckled, "I haven't done much with it because we both work so much."
"No, it's just cozy enough. Law doesn't like cluttered spaces anyway."
Law pinched the bridge of his nose, "She's free to put up whatever decorations she wants."
"Ok,ok." Roci held his hands up, "How about a quick tour."

With that Law took his bag and showed him the room he'd be staying in for the weekend.

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The suit shop was very different from where you chose your dress. The walls were painted in dark neutrals and the far right was a whiskey bar/humidor offering an array of cigars.

Suits and tuxedos hung all around you in a surprising variety of colors. You imagined Law would pick something simple and black. He often wore suits to work when he had consults and meetings so this wasn't as foreign to him as picking a fancy dress was to you.

The salesman that met you at the door ushered you back to a more private space. Much like the dress store there was a large mirror facing a pedestal and a black leather loveseat. After getting you settled with Roci on the sofa, Law and the salesman headed back to the changing rooms.

"How have things been?" The blonde asked, sipping the whiskey he was provided.
"We're getting along." Your face heated up and he smiled mischievously.
"I see."
"I...I mean -"
"Say no more," he interrupted you with a chuckle, "I'm glad the two of you are getting to know each other. The wedding is just a formality. You can go at whatever pace you're comfortable with."
"As long as there's a kid in two years." The weight of what you'd just said hit you in the gut.
He hummed, "I never liked the timeline."

You couldn't imagine that version of yourself yet. Mother to Law's child - a wife.

His wife.

That word still felt heavy, but not quite in the same way it had a few months ago. Things were ok now, sure, but would they get better? More importantly would they stay that way? Could he truly love you?

Before you could voice your next opinion your fiance rounded the corner.

His black hair was parted neatly to the left. He was in a classic black tuxedo with a black cummerbund and bowtie. You'd expected something simple, but not devoid of personality. It wasn't that he didn't look amazing - he absolutely did. This just didn't feel like the suit.

Law glanced at you in the mirror, "F/N, what do you think?"
"It's a good start, but you have suits at home that are more exciting."
He smiled softly, "We can do better."
"And maybe not a bowtie." Roci added earning an eye roll before Law stalked off to change.

There was a parade of outfits that were too flashy, too bland, too dark, too light or Roci didn't like it. Law was indifferent about the majority, but always asked for your opinion. There were a few that you liked so he'd set them aside to narrow down, but there was one last suit.

When he stepped out your stomach flipped. It was a three piece deep navy blue. The velvet jacket was paired with a champagne vest that had a vine pattern that matched the appliques on your dress. Maybe not exactly but it was close enough. He tugged a little at the navy tie while you looked him over, finally stopping at the rich dark brown spectators on his feet.

He turned from the mirror and met your gaze with a knowing smirk, "This is the one."
You nodded and stood motioning for him to lean down, "I just need to fix this."

Running your fingers through his hair, you smoothed it back earning a soft chuckle from Roci behind you.

"Much better." The blonde agreed as you stepped back.
Law straightened out and cleared his throat, "Thank you."
"It's perfect. I don't even think you need to have it tailored." You really had to work hard to not stare at him.

How had you gone months living with this ridiculously handsome man without noticing?

He smiled down at you and spoke in a low tone, "Would you like to take a picture?"
"Wh-No-hush." You looked away as your ears practically burst into flames.
"Alright, let's pack it up." Roci clapped his hands reminding the two of you that he existed, "I'm starving."

The day moved on with a quick lunch and running a few errands. You'd also taken Roci by your shop to pack up some of your more popular treats to send back to Olympia with him.

By the time the three of you arrived home it was after dark. Rocinante decided to treat you to a nice dinner in and ordered delivery.

"So, F/N, will I get to meet your parents before the wedding?"

Law glanced over watching you frown very briefly.

"They won't be making an appearance." You shrugged.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He murmured feeling he'd upset you.
"No worries," You smiled, "I expected it to come up. They aren't really present in my life. I mean, lucky for them their arrangement worked out but I was a requirement."

Law shifted next to you. He'd already known this information, but it still pissed him off.

"I was nannied and shipped off to boarding schools while they did whatever it is they do. The law is to have a kid, how you take care of them is a different story I guess."
The blonde clenched his fists, "I'd like to throttle people like that. None of this was your fault."
"It's fine. I think I turned out ok and I have a lot of chosen family and one cousin that I'm close to."
"Well, now you're part of our family." He said enthusiastically, "I couldn't be more proud."
"Thank you." You almost whispered, fighting back the urge to cry.

Roci stood abruptly to hug you, spilling his drink across the table.

After dinner the three of you sat in the living room chatting with some soju. This was a side of you Law didn't even know existed. You sat on the floor in front of the coffee table refilling the small saké cups before pushing them back to Law and Roci. Your face was slightly flushed from the alcohol and a soft smile rested on your lips.

Complete relaxation sat before him humming and giggling at the lame dad jokes he'd heard his adopted father unload a million times. He watched you in quiet appreciation while you were too distracted to notice.

Bubbly - not a word he'd associated with you before. Here you were laughing harder than he'd ever seen, appearing to not have a care in the world. Of course the soju was helping with that.
But the days were much easier and nights were comfortable.
When you were apart he thought about you, texted you, worried when you took a little too long to answer. He wanted to come home to you.
He'd gotten used to your weight in the bed, your soft snores and how you stole all the blankets at night only to kick one of your feet out to cool yourself down.

"I think this old man needs to put himself to bed." The blonde chuckled slowly pulling himself to his feet.
"G'night, sweet dreams~" You sang while he used the wall to keep himself upright and shuffled to Law's room.
"I think it's time for you to get to bed too." Law was already standing next to you offering his hand.
"Oh, how kind~." You chortled, allowing him to assist you, "You let me have all the fun tonight."
"I had a good time too." He guided you to the bed to sit down.
"It's too stuffy." You complained leaning back to wiggle out of your leggings.
"Do you need help?" He asked closing the door.
"You just want to undress me."

Law glanced away fighting to keep a neutral expression.

"I'm trying to be a good partner." He corrected.
"I was only teasing." Your pouty voice was nearly lost in the rustling sheets as you covered up.
"I know," He sighed, removing his shirt and turning out the lights, "Do you feel like you might get sick?"
"No." You yawned, "Can you come to bed already?"

Drunk you was going to be the death of him.

"Zero patience." He teased, moving the blankets back.

You only giggled and moved to face him as he settled next to you.

"Law?"
"Hm?"
"I like you."
"...I like you too F/N."