Take a Break 14.2
Setting: AU where T’Challa loves Reader, But is married to Nakia. Both of the women he loves try to convince him to take a break.
Warnings: let down, hurt, angst, weird stories,Bees, slight mentions of death (not a main character).
A/N: I hope y’all enjoy, I’m gonna be tagging in comments in hopes that more people get notified.
“That’s a new ring,” Shuri quipped from the otherside of the examination room. You sat, absentmindedly rubbing your stomach as you waited for the king to arrive. He was currently ten minutes late, but so was Dr. Mayre. Your hand stopped abruptly as she pointed out the addition. You glanced at the ring as Shuri called again.
“Are you alright?” Shuri asked as you snapped out of your daydream. “Yeah, I’m good.” Sighing, you glanced at your watch once more. “You never answered my question,” the teen repeated as she moved to sit on the examination table with you. “T’Challa gave it to me a few months ago.” you explained pulling the ring off of your finger. You handed the small silver band to the scientist and smiled as she studied it.
“Me ware wo, for marriage?”she questioned as she fingered the small circles. “Yeah, it is supposed to be a promise. That he wants to marry me.” you clarified. “Why are you just now wearing it?” she exclaimed, holding it up to the light once more.
“I was not sure if I was ready to wear that declaration, when he gave it to me. To be honest, I’m not sure if I am ready to be wearing it now-” you began as Queen mother rushed through the door. “I am so sorry I am late. I lost track of time with the gardeners and-” she froze as she looked around the room. She silently counted the occupants of the room.
“Where is Okoye? T’challa? Dr.Mayre?” she raised an eyebrow. “ Dr.Mayre is delivering the first baby of the day. Okoye was called away to solve a border dispute. And the king,has not yet made his debut.”Shuri rolled her eyes as you resumed rubbing your stomach. “He is over fifteen minutes late. He knows it was at 8 right?” Ramonda asked as she settled into one of the plush chairs in the royal birthing room.
“I told him last night, but it may not exactly have been clear.” you murmured. “What do you mean, it ‘may not’ have been clear?” Shuri gaped. “Well, we were in the middle of an argument-“
“You two just stopped fighting! Isn’t there a rule about going to bed angry?” Shuri depanned. “For married couples,” you scoffed, “Maybe we just work better apart,”you frowned. “Now we both know that, that, is not true.” Queen Ramonda chastised. “But Queen Mother. It seems like every few weeks we start fighting again.”
“You both need to work on communicating with each other. Calmly tell me what happened last night,” it was a command more than an offer. “We had dinner with Nakia and her boyfriend. D’Ajuh-”
“You met the boyfriend?”Shuri pouted. “I never get to meet anybody.”
“And you will get over it,” Queen mother dismissed the young scientist. Gesturing at you she smiled. “ T’Challa became overly possessive and jealous. Started being annoying and showing off,”
“Isn’t he always.” Shuri joked. You smiled before continuing, “he made this stupid remark that bothered me more than it probably should have,”
“What did he say,” Ramonda interjected softly. “That is the point of communicating, lay everything out on the table.” She explained, gesturing for you to continue.
“I told him I didn’t want to be carried around while D’Ajuh was here. I said he could carry me around once D’Ajuh left. He was upset and started saying how he thought I would have been grateful, since I’m quote on quote, always complaining about being in pain and having swollen ankles.” You rolled your eyes.
“Is that all?” Ramonda asked searching our face. Knowing she saw right through your facade, your shoulders dropped as you remembered the hurtful comment from the night before. “He said that Nakia would’ve let him do it.” You murmured.
“Come again?” Shuri shook her head as she leaned forward. “I’m just lost, it’s like nothing I do seems to be enough. And the minute it is, there is something else that I’m not “Nakia” enough at.”
“Now what you will not do is downplay yourself because my son is too bone headed to realize how he is treating you. You are not Nakia, and you never will be. He loves you because you are who you are. If he keeps trying to change you, or comparing you to Nakia, then remind him why he wants you in his life. What life is like without you.” She pointed.
“You mean she should leave him?” Shuri gasped. “If she feels that is what is best for her and her child Shuri. I am not in particularly in favor of this plan though. As the Americans say, I am simply playing ‘devil's advocate’,” Ramonda explained to the princess. “No one is going anywhere, at least for right now,” you interrupted. “At the most I may move to one of the vacation homes” you glanced back at the clock.
“Then I guess I’m just in time,” Okoye announced, gliding into the room. “It seems you will be needing a companion?” The woman frowned settling next to Ramonda, dressed in her training wear instead of uniform. “You think she should leave too?” Shuri pouted.
“I think it is a good way for kumkani to see how easily she could be gone,” The warrior clarified. “General, it is nice to see you taking a day for yourself,” The queen mother replied squeezing the warrior’s hand. “There’s no place I’d rather be,” her eyes glanced around the room.” Iphi na ke ukumkani? [ Where is the king?]” she raised an eyebrow, searching for an explanation of the man’s absence. “The appointment is not over is it?”
“It has not begun. Dr. Mayre has to deliver a baby girl-“ you started. “A beautiful baby girl. 7 pounds 3 ounces. Born Oyne Adwesa Didulo.” The lean African woman swept into the room. “I am so sorry for my tardiness. Babies have a measure of time all their own I’m afraid.” She smiled prepping the sonogram machine.
As she stood back she washed her hands then surveyed the room. “Now let’s see. Mom,Aunt,Grandmother, and god mother. Where is Dad?” She addressed those assembled.
“That’s the question of the hour,” Shuri muttered. “Would you like to start without him? Or I can give you all some more time?” The doctor offered.
“Just a few more minutes.” You asked. “Y/N, it has been almost 45 minutes.” Okoye reminded. “I know, but he promised,” you pleaded while staring at the ring on your finger. The doctor nodded her assent before walking out of the room.
Five minutes turned to ten. Ten to twenty. And twenty to forty. Soon it had been another hour. “Would you like to reschedule?” Dr. Mayre asked as tears built up behind your eyes. “No let’s do this,’You half smiled leaning back on the exam table. The African doctor glanced wearily back at Queen Ramonda.
“Are you sure darling?” The mother figure confirmed. “Yes,” you nodded as you wiped tears from your eyes. “I’ve rearranged my schedule five times for T’Challa, I won’t revolve my life around his any longer. We have more appointments to go. He can make one of those.”
“Well in that case, let’s see what’s going on.” Dr.Mayre began, raising the sonogram wand.
“Queen mother?” The older woman glanced up from her flower bed. Smiling as she noticed you standing there. She waved you closer as she sat back on her feet. “What is wrong intombazana yakho?”
“Am I stupid?” You asked moving closer. “Why do you think you are stupid?” She tilted her head, wiping her hands on her apron. “I don’t know. I just have this feeling. T’Challa got overly jealous when D’Ajuh was here. And he kept giving Nakia these looks. Then he doesn’t show up for the appointment this morning. He keeps saying nothing is going on, and that he loves me?”
“How do you feel?” She questioned, brushing loose dirt from her hands. “I feel like I keep playing backseat to his wants and needs. Like this baby. You know this was his plan and now that it’s here, he acts like he wants Nakia,” You rambled.
“My dear,” The queen grabbed your hand and walked you to a nearby bench. “Do you see my flowers over there?” She gestured to a flower bed in the distance. You nodded. “What do you notice about that flower bed,” she turned to point at another section. “That you don’t see at this one?”
You took a moment to observe both sections. “The first flower bed doesn’t have any bees, your newer one does.”
“Exactly, now the flower bed in the distance, has been there for years, every year when the bees are out they pollinate this flower bed without question. But the moment I added this new flower bed, all of my bees left the old flower bed. The one that has kept the hive alive for years.” She explained.
“Queen mother, with all due respect, what does this have to do with me?” You asked. “Men are like the bees. Every once in a while they leave their flowers in pursuit of the newest flowers.”
“This is not making me feel any better,” you groaned glancing at the flower bed in front of you. “Let me finish,” she laughed. “There’s another difference you missed. Those flowers in the bed in front of us, they only live for two months. Soon, those bees will have to go back to their old flowers. But, those flowers over there will die this year. So the bees, who are so busy chasing after my new flowers, will have nothing left to go to.” She explained,smiling in accomplishment, as you are staring in confusion.
“I still do not understand queen mother,” You shook your head. “wam umntwana [my daughter]-“ she smiled squeezing your hands. She stood and brushed the dirt off of her apron, grabbing her tools as she went. “Don’t die waiting for him to choose you.” She smiled once more, before beginning her trek back to the greenhouse.
“Don’t die?” You mumbled pushing yourself off of the garden bench. You shook the thought loose from your mind. Venturing further into the garden you heard voices and walked around to a gazebo.
“T’Challa?” You called as you noticed his silhouette in the structure. A second person jumped up from his embrace as he turned to you. “Y/N?” He started walking towards you. “Nakia?”
“It is not what it looks like,” she began. “Where were you this morning.” Your voice sliced through the air. “Y/N-“
“No T’Challa, where were you?”
“Y/N- I…” he stuttered. “It’s a boy,” you cut him off. You bit your lips to stop the quivering. “He’s healthy. Shuri thinks he’s already gotten your big head,” You laughed bitterly as tears escaped your eyes.
“Bast I hope she’s wrong.” You sniffed. “He might be a premie, the herb is causing advanced maturity. But other than that he’s fine.But you’d know this if you showed up to the appointment.”
“Your appointment was this morning?” Nakia breathed. You glanced at her through your tears. “Yeah, I knew you had a date with D’Ajuh this morning,” you offered, letting her know she was in the clear. Unfortunately T’Challa was not. “The Monday after next at 2. That’s the next appointment.” You turned your back on the king and begin walking back towards the palace.
“Sithandwa [love] wait,” the African king called as he jogged after you. “What T’Challa,” You hissed, not turning to acknowledge him. “I’m sorry.” He offered.
“Sorry means nothing without action.”
“I’ll be there. I’ll be early. I’ll meet with Dr.Mayre on my own time and get caught up.” He pleaded. You fished his sonogram out of your pocket and pressed it into his palm. He stared at the slightly wrinkled paper as you disappeared inside. Elegantly scrawled in your hand writing were two words.
Your son.
Taglist: @almostpurelysmut @blackbypurpose @nyneebee @hutchj @tchoking @sisterwifeudaku @wikiwakanda @royallyprincesslilly @90sinspiredgirl @strictlyashley @afraiddreamingandloving @thedelightfulone @autumn242 @purple-apricots @kumkaniudaku @queertrex @kaciidubs @halfrican-heat @skysynclair19 @dramaqueenamby @gorjiss @leahnicole1219 @kreolemami @mzbritt @yoyolovesbucky @derangedcupcake @builtalongthewayside @ilcb7 @chaneajoyyy