Promises

Chapter 4

His head snapped to the side, and Erik didn't feel pain but more shock at what she had done. It was bad enough she was standing there looking the way she did, but she had the audacity to put hands on him? He'd never hurt Ada, but the old Erik would've had to hit back just from the disrespect.

But still, a part of him liked it, a leftover side effect from his past life, and he felt his dick twitch. He turned piercing eyes on her and she was frozen, eyes wide, hugging herself. Guilt fell on Erik like a cloak; Ada wasn't a violent person normally and the fear in her eyes let him know what she was thinking.

He felt the Dora Milaje shuffle next to him, probably ready to restrain him should he decide to choke out a pregnant woman. But Erik couldn't take his eyes off of Ada. She was pregnant. Pregnant. Questions run through his mind: how could this happen? Was it his? Or was she letting another man touch what was his in his mind?

Was she still his?

Because he was still hers. He'd wanted to die on that mountain, was willing to die for his mission. He was able to leave her behind physically but the idea of never seeing her again ate at him in what he thought was the last moments of his life. When T'Challa offered to save him, Ada was the only thing on his mind. He'd promised he was coming back to her and he'd never broken a promise to her before.

But Lucy had explaining to do before he went Killmonger on someone.

"Can y'all give us a minute?" he said, not taking his eyes off of her. He followed the curve of her face, the wide eyes and full lips, down her neck and to full breasts and a very rounded stomach. Her small delicate hands rested on her stomach, as if to protect her baby from him and Erik clenched his fists with the effort to not touch her.

There was more shuffling from the Dora before Okoye muttered "Akukho shishini elihle," and turned to exit the apartment. Erik waved them off; they were right to still be wary of him but Erik didn't want them there while he got his answers. In the meanwhile, Ada was eying him back; her eyes trailed over the golden jaguar suit and he felt that warmth in his stomach again. He wondered if she remembered the way he would stretch his body over hers, his skin pressed to her warm skin, glowing from the sunlight streaming through their window, pressing into her heat...Her eyes darkened and her lips parted in lust as if she did remember. But Erik wanted answers before he reenacted the fantasies he'd been having the last eight months.

"Seems like you got some explaining to do." He watched her skin flush in anger and Erik wondered if she would swing again.

"I have explaining to do?" Ada exclaimed. "Where the fuck have you been? I thought you were dead! Do you know what I've had to go through alone while you were off gallivanting, doing God knows what in your Catwoman suit?"

"Watch your mouth, Ada." He was doing his best to stay calm but she was pushing it and him. She wasn't about to be in here hitting him and talking crazy. "You don't know what I been through."

Tears filled her eyes. "You don't get to tell me what to do Erik! You've been gone for eight months." She put her hands on her bump. "We made a baby that last night. I've been on my own trying to figure this shit out. You're right. I don't know what you've been through. Because you never shared anything with me. I had to go through your things just to figure out that Wakanda meant something to you!" Ada buried her face in her hands and began sobbing.

Erik felt lost. He'd never been good with feelings and he'd had his fill of it talking through his own these last months. But it broke his heart to see his baby crying like that, painful sobs that couldn't have been good for the baby. His baby. He walked to her, soundless footsteps that crossed the space to her in a short time, but he felt like he had waiting lifetimes to hold her again. He slid warm hands over she shoulders, down her back and she shivered at his touch. She softened into his chest and Erik felt whole. He pulled her as close to him as her belly would allow, a physical reminder of their love and pressed a shaky hand to her belly. He put his other hand at his favorite spot, the back of her neck, giving them both a sense of security that had been missing.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against the top of her head and temporarily, things were right between them. There was a nudge under his hand and in his heart.

Translation: Akukho shishini elihle - "No funny business" (because Okoye don't play that)
AN: Thanks for the love on this story! I'd love to hear what you think of Erik's POV