𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐓'𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚)

I am pacing back and forth in my room waiting for Shuri to get here. I called her here because I need to talk to her about something.

The doors to my room open.

"Shuri, I need your help," I say.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"I need to tell you something," I say.

Me and Shuri have been best friends ever since me and T'Challa have been together. We have always been there for each other, but I am scared to tell her this. I don't know how she, or T'Challa will react.

"Okay," She says.

"Shuri I'm pregnant," I say.

I wait for her reaction. Will she hate me? Is she happy for me?

"Really?" She asks stepping closer to me.

I nod my head.

"Oh my god... This is amazing Y/N. Have you told T'Challa yet?" Shuri asks me.

"No, I haven't. Do you think he will be happy?" I ask her.

"I'm sure he will Y/N. When do you plan on telling him?" She asks.

"I don't know when..." I say.

"How about right now?" She asks.

"I don't know Shuri..."

"If you keep waiting you are going to not want to tell him," She says.

"Okay... fine."

"Yes! Okay let's go find him," She says.

We roam the halls until we find T'Challa.

"Hey brother!" Shuri greets.

"Hello Shuri, Y/N," He smiles.

"Y/N has something to tell you," She says then walks away.

"Shuri wait don't leave-" You say then turn back to T'Challa.

"What is it Y/N?" He asks.

"Um... T'Challa..."

"Yes love?"

"Promise me you won't be mad or freak out," I say.

"Why would I freak out?" He asks.

"Because... I'm pregnant," I say looking down.

"Seriously? So I'm going to be a father?" He asks.

I look up at him.

"You're not mad?" I ask.

"Why would I ever be mad?" He asks.

"This is great!" I exclaim.

"I think it's going to be a boy," I say.

"I think it will be a girl," He says.

"Hmmm," I say.

"Hmm," He copies.

"You're so adorable," I say.

"Not as much as you," He says.

He leans in and kisses me passionately. I smile into the kiss.