The cool texture of porcelain felt

The cool texture of porcelain felt good against her skull as she leaned into it. She was mentally disgusted at the taste of her mouth after leaving the contents of her past five meals into the bowels of the toilet.

Sitting up and drawing her knees to her chest she placed her head into her arms. She admonished herself for participating in the revolting act just moments before, it was unladylike and disgusting.

She chastised herself once more as she rushed back to the porcelain bowels and retching the contents of her stomach into it. Hot tears gathered in her eyes as she continued to vomit.

"Nami-swan" came the voice of the chef from beyond the women's bathroom door "Are you okay"

Leaning back once more and wiping her lips with the back of her hand she responded "Yes Sanji-kun, I'm fine"

"Do you need anything" the cook asked pleadingly

"No" she replied before leaning over the toilet again

The chef listened a bit before rushing away, yelling "I'll get you a glass of water precious Nami-swan"

When her stomach was completely empty and she was reduced to dry heaving, she forced herself to stand. Staring into the mirror she was visibly disgusted at the small chunks stuck in her hair. Never before that moment did she wish that her hair was still short.

Staring down at her stomach, the hot tears that had gathered spilled down her cheeks. She had known for some time now that her life was close to being over and when the small bump began showing a week ago she'd been more emotional than ever before.

Her only solace for the situation was that none of the other crew members were aware. That is, except Robin, if any one knew she did; she knew everything, damn woman.

Leaning back against the wall, she allowed her head to lull back. Hell, Robin probably even knew who the child's father was; and that wasn't good.

She remembered the time of conception clearly. She told herself it was a combination of the emotion of seeing them all after two years and the booze she had been consuming during their celebration.

He had been in the Crow's Nest on watch duty and she staggered to the upper region, eager to have a real conversation with someone after the rest of the crew had either retired to bed or passed out.

They shared shots of ale and recalled their lives over the past two years and when he recalled how his eye was cut out, she was overcome with emotion and ran her hand soothingly across it.

With the growing intoxication and slight intimacy of the moment, the two of them leaned in for a passionate kiss and participated in an even more passionate night.

The bile grew in her throat once more as realization dawned on her and she stared at her stomach. She, Nami was pregnant and Roronoa Zoro was the father.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Các kết cấu mát mẻ của sứ cảm thấy tốt chống lại hộp sọ của cô như cô cúi vào nó. Cô là tinh thần disgusted lúc những hương vị của miệng sau khi rời khỏi nội dung của bữa ăn năm qua của cô vào ruột của nhà vệ sinh.Ngồi và thu hút đầu gối của cô đến ngực của cô cô đặt đầu vào cánh tay của cô. Cô admonished mình để tham gia vào những khoảnh khắc chỉ đạo luật revolting trước, nó đã được unladylike và kinh tởm.Cô chastised mình một khi nhiều hơn nữa khi cô vội vàng quay lại sứ ruột và retching các nội dung của dạ dày của mình vào nó. Nóng nước mắt tập hợp trong đôi mắt của cô như cô vẫn tiếp tục nôn."Nami-swan" đến tiếng nói của các đầu bếp từ ngoài cửa phòng tắm của phụ nữ "Là bạn chấp nhận được"Nghiêng trở lại một lần nhiều hơn nữa và lau đôi môi của mình với sự trở lại của bàn tay của cô, cô trả lời "có Sanji-kun, tôi là tốt""Làm bạn cần bất cứ điều gì" nấu ăn yêu cầu pleadingly"Không", cô trả lời trước khi nghiêng trên nhà vệ sinh một lần nữaCác đầu bếp đã nghe một chút trước khi đổ xô đi, la hét "tôi sẽ giúp bạn có một ly nước quý giá Nami-swan"Khi dạ dày của cô là hoàn toàn trống rỗng và cô bị giảm còn khô heaving, cô buộc bản thân mình để đứng. Nhìn chằm chằm vào gương cô là rõ rệt disgusted lúc các khối nhỏ bị mắc kẹt trong tóc của cô. Không bao giờ trước khi thời điểm đó đã làm cô mong muốn rằng tóc của cô là vẫn ngắn.Nhìn chằm chằm vào dạ dày của mình, những giọt nước mắt nóng đã tụ tập đổ xuống má của mình. Cô có biết đến với một số thời gian bây giờ mà cuộc sống của cô đã gần hơn và khi những vết sưng nhỏ bắt đầu đang hiện một tuần trước đây cô đã có nhiều cảm xúc hơn bao giờ hết.Her only solace for the situation was that none of the other crew members were aware. That is, except Robin, if any one knew she did; she knew everything, damn woman.Leaning back against the wall, she allowed her head to lull back. Hell, Robin probably even knew who the child's father was; and that wasn't good.She remembered the time of conception clearly. She told herself it was a combination of the emotion of seeing them all after two years and the booze she had been consuming during their celebration.He had been in the Crow's Nest on watch duty and she staggered to the upper region, eager to have a real conversation with someone after the rest of the crew had either retired to bed or passed out.They shared shots of ale and recalled their lives over the past two years and when he recalled how his eye was cut out, she was overcome with emotion and ran her hand soothingly across it.With the growing intoxication and slight intimacy of the moment, the two of them leaned in for a passionate kiss and participated in an even more passionate night.The bile grew in her throat once more as realization dawned on her and she stared at her stomach. She, Nami was pregnant and Roronoa Zoro was the father.