Nami stands at the railing, one hand protectively cradling her noticeably round belly, the other gripping a slip of paper with a list of her latest cravings. Her orange hair glints in the sunlight as she sighs, her gaze drifting toward the galley, where the promise of food seems to call her name. With her belly subtly wobbling with every step, she makes her way inside, anticipation shining in her eyes.
Nami pauses at the doorway, pressing her palm against her belly, which seems even rounder in the glow. She lets out a soft laugh, feeling the gentle flutter of her baby within. "All right, little one, let’s see if we can satisfy both our appetites," she murmurs, then steps forward, her belly leading the way.
Nami piles her plate with food, her belly brushing the edge of the table as she reaches for a slice of honey-glazed ham. She settles into a chair, her belly pressing gently against the tabletop, and takes her first bite, eyes fluttering closed in contentment. With every delicious mouthful, she feels her tummy grow just a bit rounder, as if her cravings and the baby are both delighted.
Leaning back in her chair, Nami strokes her now even rounder belly, admiring its fullness. She lets out a happy sigh, her cheeks flushed, and hums softly as she rubs slow circles over the taut skin. "You’ve got good taste, little navigator," she whispers, smiling down at her belly, which seems to glow with happiness.
Nami stands and stretches, feeling the pleasant heaviness of her belly, now undeniably round and prominent. She moves slowly, cradling her belly with both hands, savoring the comfort and joy that fills her. "Tomorrow, I think we’ll try the dessert cart first," she muses, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, her belly leading her steps as she leaves the galley.
Nami pauses at the railing once more, her round belly silhouetted against the moonlight. She feels a gentle kick, a small reminder of the life within, and she smiles, her hand resting protectively on her belly. "Sleep well, little one. We’ve got plenty more adventures—and buffets—ahead," she whispers, her round tummy softly gleaming in the moonlight as she gazes out at the endless horizon.
