Informing Your King - TO x R
You’d been nervous for days. T’Challa had been away on a diplomatic mission in Europe for the last two weeks and you had never missed your husband more. Well, so you thought. Until you ended up in the medical wing getting the most life changing news. And there was still 4 days before your King would return to Wakanda.
It took every shred of self control not to blurt it out whenever Shuri was around, the desperation to have someone else in on it almost becoming too much. But you knew that this was bigger than your need to share a secret. A piece of T’Challa would never quite forgive you if you told his little sister before him.
When you woke up on the day of T’Challa’s arrival, the excitement you had felt the day before gave way to dread. You knew he’d be happy. He’d been speaking of this since the day you said your vows, but what if he’d changed his mind? What if the timing was wrong?
Just after lunch (where you couldn’t stomach any food) you were staring out the large palace windows when you saw the vibranium ship appear on the horizon, sailing gracefully towards the centre of the city.
“He’s home” you whispered to yourself before disappearing to your room. The idea of greeting T’Challa after 2 weeks apart in stained track pants and a white tank top next to his step mother who was always impeccably dressed definitely did not appeal to you.
Half an hour later you were dressed in the stunning red gown that T’Challa had given you for the first gala you’d attended as his betrothed. Looking at the soft, scarlet fabric always brought a warmness to your heart.
“I’m glad he’s home” Ramonda murmured, looking at you with a soft smile and you grinned in response.
“2 weeks felt like 2 months”
The ship grew larger and larger, the sound of its engines finally reached your ears. The thumping of your heart only increased as the black metal door swung open and touched the ground. 3 figures emerged from the mouth of the vehicle and you immediately recognised them as Okoye, Nakia and T’Challa. Nervous energy coursed through your body as you bounced from foot to foot, swinging your arms at your side. He was so close, that gorgeous smile beginning to form on his face as your figure came into view.
Oh how he’d missed you. His mother had warned him that the first separation after the wedding would be the hardest but he hadn’t understood until he tried to sleep. No matter how luxurious the bed in Sweden was it felt empty and cold without you beside him and telephone conversations were no substitute.
“My son” Ramonda beamed, opening her arms to pull T’Challa into a tight hug.
“Hello, Mama. Are you well?” he asked, dark brown eyes sparkling in the afternoon light.
“Perfect now that you’re home” she smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. The tension between the King and Queen was almost unbearable but her very private son would never express it in front of her, so Ramonda politely excused herself, leaving the two of you alone.
As soon as she was out of sight you leapt forward into T’Challa’s strong arms, wrapping yours tightly around his neck. He gripped you harder than ever before, the ache in his muscles finally dissipating as your scent engulfed him.
“I missed you” you murmured into his neck and you felt your husband place a gentle kiss to the side of your neck.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you” he replied, pulling back so that he could see your face. Tears of happiness were shining in your beautiful eyes and he leant forward to press his lips to yours. The kiss was tender, making up for the distance between you the last few weeks. “Please accompany me next time. I can not stand to be apart from you again” he whispered, his forehead pressed to yours.
“I…uh can’t promise that unfortunately” you replied, nerves twisting your insides.
“Why, my love?” T’Challa asked, concern etched on his face. Your cheeks began to darken as heat flooded your face.
“They often don’t allow air travel…when you’re pregnant” you murmured, keeping your eyes firmly on his chiseled face.
It definitely took a moment for your words to register. T’Challa’s brow remained slightly furrowed until ‘pregnant’ finally caught in his brain. His brown eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly open.
“Are…are you serious?” he asked, voice cracking slightly. You began to reassure him that you were indeed serious but he cut across you. “If this is a joke that Shuri has concocted I swear -” you quickly pressed your hand across his mouth, stopping the waterfall of words falling out.
“I’m serious, sweetheart. I went to the medical team 4 days ago as I had been feeling unwell for days. We’re going to have a baby” you explained, removing your hand from his face.
Everything stopped as you waited for him to react. Your heart stopped beating and your lungs stopped working until a radiant grin broke out across his face and a triumphant shout left his lips.
“Yes!” T’Challa shouted and you giggled to yourself, the iron vice on your insides finally releasing. “Oh, my love” he sighed happily, pressing another kiss to your lips. “My perfect, perfect wife” a single tear escaped your eyes and tracked down your cheeks.
“So you’re happy?” you asking teasingly and the King of Wakanda rolled his eyes playfully.
“Happy? Glory to Bast I have never been so happy in my life!” T’Challa exclaimed before wrapping his strong arms around your waist and twirled you on the spot, the train of your dress fanning out around the two of you as your laughter echoed across the launch pad.
Ramonda stood out of sight but not out of earshot. She’d had her suspicions for a few weeks and she could not be more pleased. A grandchild had been her greatest wish since she’d met you. She knew you would be the most perfect mother one day.
Although any child of T’Challa’s was going to be a damned handful.