Warning: Based off Beyonce's song of the same name. Deals with eating disorders.
The sounds of laughter and forks scraping across expensive plates filled the Palace's dining room. "Kitten, pass the salt."
Queen Udaku looked at her husband, "You don't need any more salt. The doctor said-"
"Eh, I know what the doctor said and the doctor is wrong. Now pass me the salt woman."
Ignoring him, Maya went back to catching with Jasmine.
"Baba-" Their mischievous son, Abdul, slyly handed the salt to his father.
"Good looking out my boy." T'Challa smiled and hastily sprinkled the salt on his baked potato before handing it back to his son.
Malaika watched as her family interacted and ate.
"Yo Mal, why aren't you eating?" Her cousin, Na'Jai asked.
"I'm not hungry."
Her mother heard the statement, "But you love our little American night feast. You sure?"
"Yes mom, I'm sure."
"Okay-"
"Mama, can you pass me the sliders?" Abdul asked.
"Just like you passed your father that salt."
Both of them froze, "H-how-"
"I see everything son." She passed him the entree. Mala's nose turned up at the sight of the greasy, fattening food.
"Mala, just eat something." T'Challa nudged his baby girl lightly.
"Baba, I'm fine." She looked down at her topless, seasonless, bland salad and picked at it.
"At least add some croutons to it Mal." Abdul said with a full mouth.
Maya shook her head, "Kamar, what did I say about talking with your mouth full!"
"Mama! I hate it when you call me by my middle name." The boy whined.
"And I hate it when you talk with your mouth full."
Mala budged and ate some salad
"Oh Mal will you help me pick out my dress for my date tomorrow?" Na'Jai asked.
"What date?" Erik asked.
"Oh Bast. Nothing dad."
Erik grunted, "Obviously it ain't nothing. Who is this little nigga?"
"Yeah, who is this lil nigga?" Abdul copied, slamming his fist on the table.
"EH!" T'Challa lightly swatted his boy upside the head.
"Ow baba!" Abdul winced, rubbing the spot T'Challa popped him at.
Erik was too busy wondering what date his daughter was talking about, "Na'Jai Erika Stevens-"
"Ma!" Na'Jai looked at her mom for help.
"Oh yeah sorry baby she's going on a date." Jasmine mumbled.
"And y'all are now telling me? Y'all are some terrible family members. Ain't that right Jada?" He looked down over at his 6-year-old, who was too busy stuffing her face.
"Slow down baby girl." He chuckled and wiped the spaghetti stain off of her cheek.
Na'Jai rolled her eyes and brought her attention back to her cousin, "So you in?"
"Sure." She shrugged as she absentmindedly shuffled the lettuce around with her fork. "Baby are you okay? You feeling sick?"
"Mom, I'm fine! I told you I'm not hungry!"
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The Story of Us
FanfictionA compilation my T'Challa x Maya AU from Tumblr. They aren't in order so I am so sorry. The earlier ones were only on Tumblr because I wasn't hip to Google Docs yet😭! But here's a quick breakdown for those of you who don't know:
