My Son (Sun Wukong x reader x Macaque)

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Y/n's P.O.V
I watched as Mother and Father had those people escorted out, my head pounding like a rock banging against a brick wall.

I groaned, getting out of bed. "My head..."

"Y/n, you're fine dear, those nasty and rude people are gone." Mother comes over to me.

"Yeah, but my head hurts." I held my head in my hands.

"You'll be fine, dear." Father joins us.

"I guess so." I lifted my head up.

"Here dear, this tea will help." Mother hands me a cup of tea.

"Thank you, mother." I took the cup of tea, drinking it.

"Feel better, dear?" My mother asks me.

I sigh, placing the cup down. "Yes, mother."

"Excellent, now come on, you must get ready for your big day tomorrow." Father tells me.

"Yes, yes, there is so much to do, decorate, pick out the food, and more importantly the dress." My mother clapped her hands together. "Soon our wealth and power will grow."

"And it'll be all thanks to you." My father smiles at me.

"Yes, Mother, yes Father." I say to them.

"Now, get up, you can't delay any longer." Mother grabbed my arm, dragging me somewhere as I followed.
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"Alright people, pick it up, everything must be perfect in order for tomorrow." My mother ordered the servants as they picked up the pace.

As this happened, I got lost in my thoughts.

Those people that were kicked out earlier, thinking about them makes my head hurt.

Those monkey men, the boy that called me mom, it hurts my head thinking about them.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!" My mother snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, mother, what is it?" I turned to her.

"I've asked you multiple times on which flowers should be used for your bouquet." Mother says, holding up some roses and peach blossoms.

"Uh, peach blossoms." I say to her.

"Excellent dear, but you look like you got something on your mind." She looked at me.

"Those people that Father kicked out, thinking about them makes my head hurt." I told her.

"Well, if that's the case, stop thinking about them, we don't want a stressed-out bride, now come on, we need to pick out your dress." She says, dragging me once again.
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Now we were in a room, filled with dresses, and servants presenting them to us.

"Oh, look at this one, Y/n." Mother shows me a wedding dress that reaches down to the floor, colored white, and covers the top of my chest.

"It looks nice mother." I say, but my eyes landed on another one.

It was white, of course, but it had golden sun and moons decorating, some stars here and there.

Something about the design made my head hurt, but familiar as well.

"I like this one." I held the dress.

"Oh..." My mother looks at it, wrinkling her nose. "No, I don't think so, we'll take the first one."

"But mother--."

"I said we'll take this one!" She looks at me sternly.

I sighed, lowering my head. "Yes, mother."

"Now don't pout dear." My mother raises my chin. "Go upstairs and rest, you need it for your big day."