With your vision cloudy and body unstable, you could vividly see the haunting images of deception flashing throughout your mind.
Pressed against the rim of the toilet you could taste the vomit staining the inside of your mouth as the bitter taste r...
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"T'Challa stop." You giggled, as the King of Wakanda continued to poke at your waist as you finished scrambling the eggs in a frying pan.
Pausing, "If you would please get the children and wash them up for breakfast that would extremely helpful." You suggested, as you briefly turned yourself to look him up into his eyes.
Holding his hands up in playful defense he backed out of the kitchen as he went to get the kids.
It had been seventy-two hours since T'Challa had read your daughter a bedtime story and ever since then, the King of Wakanda has devoted his time in being an active participant in your daily routine.
From having his guards, Okoye and Ayo bring you food from the market to assisting you throughout the day to even watching the kids when you went to visit Gorilla City to discuss your separation.
The man was like a bee chasing honey as he was there for your every beck and call. He was becoming an important aspect of your life as you two started to bond and spend quality time with eachother over the course of the past two days.
You never would have thought that the man who defeated your ex-husband at Warrior Falls would have you cheesing like a kid and candy store. You could still recall the first time you meet T'Challa at the annual Spring Festival in the royal garden.
Hired as an international publicist for Wakanda after moving over from America and meeting M'Baku. You could actively remember the rise and fall of the dip in his walk as he approached you to introduce himself.
Hearing the footsteps of your little ones jogging down the hallway, you snapped out of your daydream just in time as you felt the familiar body press against your legs.
"—Goodmorning, umama!" You heard Zuko exclaim, as he smiled brightly at you while he squeezed you.
Turning off the stove you abruptly dropped to your knees before returning the hug as you took it a step further and showed your motherly affection as you showered kisses all over his cocoa complexion.
"Ugh, umama." He groaned, as he desperately tried to break out of your arms. Giggling at his antics you released your hold and stood back up and started fixing your children's plates.
Picking up two plates from the counter you turned your abdominal to move until abruptly felt another body brush up against yours. Already knowing who it was you cocked your head back spotting T'Challa as the corners of his mouth were turned upward as he came up behind you grabbing two more plates.
Feeling a smile toy against your lips you sucked your lips inside in a attempt to keep the grin from forming.
"Kids! Y'all need to eat up, you guys already know that I'm dropping you all at your utata's house and I need y'all to go there with full belly's."
"Anyways, when I do leave y'all with your utata I need y'all to be on your best behavior meaning absolutely no back talk, Mandla. Don't think that doesn't go for y'all two, Cebisa and Zuko." You pointed out, with a stern look before you replacing it with a gentle one.
