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[airis-paris14]

Human Nature Pt.1

Summary:T’Challa Udaku has a secret. He’s tired of loving her in secret.

Warnings: None

A/N: This is a short story I wrote about a month ago and posted to Wattpad. It’s all completed and I’ll be posting weekly. Just let me know if you want to be on the taglist for all my stories. Hope you enjoy! ✨

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Looking out, across the nighttime

The city winks a sleepless eye

Hear her voice, shake my window

Sweet seducing sighs

Get me out, into the nighttime

Four walls won't hold me tonight

-Michael Jackson “Human Nature”

T’Challa Udaku was lying. He had been for some time now. He felt like a Gemini twin. One side here with a life in Wakanda and another with a life in the States. Now he was a king, and he had no time for lying. He had a country that looked up to him and there’d be no time after this moment for anything to blow up in his face. He twisted the chain around his neck and sighed. He glanced at the clock. It was midnight, on what should have been the happiest day of his young life. Except it wasn’t. His phone pinged and he grabbed it off of the nightstand.

Queen: I know it’s late, I hope your business trip is going well. Call me when you wake up. I love you. Sweet dreams my love.

“Business trip,” the king sighed. “Another lie for the ages,” he thought. Deciding he wouldn’t get any sleep in his room he threw on some clothes and decided to go for a drive. He ignored the offers of accompaniment from multiple guards and Dora Milaje before pulling out onto the streets. A small smile graced the king’s face as he drove through his hometown. Several of the clubs and restaurants were in full swing. People laughed and danced inside and outside of the establishments. He drove around the city center for a while, before deciding he needed to be alone. He drove to the edge of the city and headed off-road. Twenty minutes into his bumpy trek, the king pulled up outside of the Temple of Bast. The building scanned his vibranium birthmark before allowing him access to her silent depths. The king’s footsteps echoed on the stone floor as he made his way to the garden of the heart-shaped herb. He took a seat on the edge of the stone walkway and let his feet sink into the water at the side.

“My king, you are here late,” The high priestess’s voice startled the new king. “Anai, I did not know anyone would be here tonight. I apologize if I am disrupting you.”

Anai smiled. “It is no problem, the flower is it’s most active and vulnerable at night. It is the best time to tend to the plants. It is also nice to be here when no one has much need of me. Zuri taught me that. There was something about this building that gave him peace, he hoped it would one day do the same for me.”

“Has it?” T’Challa asked. “It has kumkani wam,” the older woman smiled before making her way to stand closer to the king. “I assume that tonight it has found you looking for solace as well.”

“I used to come here and ask the advice of Zuri as a young boy, I thought being here might give me some clarity of mind,” the king confessed.

“Well, I am no Zuri, but I might offer my own advice if you wish.” Anai offered. “I do not want to draw you away from your work Anai.”

“Advising my king is part of my work. Besides, I am sure the herb will be glad to be rid of my incessant pruning for the night.” Anai smiled and gestured toward her office. The king stood and followed the priestess into a small office. She took a seat in a small alcove carved into the wall. T’Challa opted for a chair that twirled slightly as it hung from the ceiling. “What is troubling you kumkani wam?”

“I have a dilemma that will hurt multiple people that I love. I know it is not right, but I have been lying to all of the people involved and I am afraid that me being king will make the situation for one of them worse. I am at a crossroads with how to go about rectifying the situation. I want to be honest, but do not know where to begin.”

“I am afraid that undoing the damage done by a lie is not easy my king. Ultimately someone will be hurt, lest you start another lie to soften the blow of the other. Though, I do not encourage that.” Anai clarified.

“I know, but at this point, my deception is so complex and layered that I am not sure where to begin unraveling the web.”

“Every knot or web has one string that when pulled, will undo the whole set up yes?” The king nodded his understanding. “I would not pull that string first. I would decide who in the scenario should be the first to know. Whoever will be hurt the most by this news, is who you should address first. After that person is made aware, then you will have someone else to help you decide who you should tell next.”

“I think that is something I have known, but not wanted to admit.” The king sighed. “Then your heart is leading you in the right direction. Your earnestness in correcting this error means that you care. Believe it or not, you are still a good person. Just keep patience in your pocket, especially when people are hurt. Be aware they may say something they do not mean.” Anai advised.

The king stood. “Thank you, Anai.”

“Anytime Kumkani wam. I hope you enjoyed your festivities. One more week and all of the fun stuff is over,” Anai smiled, “At least for a little while.”

The king smiled his thanks before finding his way out of the temple. He checked his kimoyo beads for the time. 2:15 A.M.

He knew that he should head back before Okoye had the Dora Milaje deployed to search for him, but he had one more place to go. He turned away from his car and started the hike up the hill behind the temple. The heavens shined above as he wove his way through the grass and around the rocks along the hillside. When he reached the top the quiet roar of warrior falls calmed his thoughts. He took a seat on the edge and thought back to her. His love. His heart longed to bring her here, and hopefully one day soon he could, but for now, he needed to talk to someone else. “Baba, Zuri-” the king called into the heavens, “I know you are both up there and I could use some advice. I know that you all are watching me. This means that you probably already know of my deception, but I am tired of living that life. I want to make it right, do the honorable thing. Like an honest man, and king.”

T’Challa looked down at the grass beneath him, “Please, give me strength. A sign to if you will. A sign to show me that I am going about this the right way. I am going to leave in the morning to start making it right. I have to get this right. She means too much to me.” T’Challa sighed. His beads hummed on his wrist and he instantly knew sneaking back in was no longer an option.

He turned his wrist over and Okoye’s face appeared in the hologram. “T’Challa! Where are you? It is 3:30 in the morning for Bast’s sake. A panther is missing from the menagerie and we need your assistance in locating it. I look into your room and what do I find? An empty bed. None of your guardsmen knew where you had gone!”

“I appreciate your worry Okoye, but I am a grown man. I can take care of myself,” the King teased. A rustle floated through the air and T’Challa turned towards the sound, his suit silently covering his body. A panther emerged from the darkness and sat in front of the king before beginning to purr. A vibranium chip glowed in the vein of its left ear. “I have located the panther Okoye. I will meet you and the specialists at the temple of Bast.”

“Very well-” T’Challa hung up before Okoye could continue. “Looks like you and I will be in trouble tonight,” the king rubbed the large cat between its ears. “Thank you, Baba. You too Zuri,” The king called into the darkness once more. A shooting star flew past as the king smiled. He began the walk back to the temple, the panther in tow. As they got closer to the temple the king gathered his courage. When they made it back to where his car was located the panther’s caretakers escorted the large animal away before T’Challa was met with Okoye.

“What kept you up tonight?” The general started, leaning on the car next to her king. “I have to leave in the morning,” T’Challa revealed, turning to glance at his general and best friend.

“Where could you possibly have to go?”

“That is for only me to know at this moment general. I will be going alone. It is a personal matter, not diplomatic or dangerous.”

“Any time you fly an airplane it is a dangerous journey,” the woman teased. “Oh shut up,” the king laughed.

“Will you be back in time for the start of the coronation festival?” Okoye asked once the laughter died down. The king nodded, “I will have to be. When I return I will explain everything that kept me up tonight.”

“Good. I hope you find the peace you are looking for kumkani wam.”

“It is not my peace I am worried about,” The king sighed. Okoye frowned but crossed her arms in salute. The king watched as she got back in her own vehicle and pulled off, leaving the king to make his own way home.

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[airis-paris14]

Human Nature Part 5

Summary: T’Challa has a secret but he’s tired of loving her in secret.

Warnings: None

A/N:  Only one more part to go. Let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list. I’m also working on a complete master list of all of my works so be on the lookout for that soon. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Looking out, across the morning

The city's heart begins to beat

Reaching out, I touch her shoulder

I'm dreaming of the street

-Michael Jackson “Human Nature”

T’Challa Udaku was madly and blissfully in love. He’d never felt anything like this and he knew that if Naomi were to leave him, he would never find anything like it again. Which is why he was staring at his reflection in a mirror, his fingers running over the fabric of his button-up. M’baku and the other groomsmen had left to check on the venue a few minutes ago. He knew they had gone because he probably looked like a nervous wreck pacing the floor of the hotel penthouse, but he didn’t care. He was grateful for the peace. He shouldn’t have been nervous. He and Naomi were already married. They had done the hard part. They’d already said their ‘I dos”. The church was just for show, but it seemed like his stomach had missed that piece of information. A block away from this room he knew that Naomi was in her room, probably pulling on her wedding dress as he spoke.

Of course, he hadn’t seen it yet. She had made sure to hide any and all information about her attire from her husband. She and Shuri went as far as to encrypt her purchase information in the palace’s internet server so that he couldn’t find out where she bought the dress from or who made it. T’Challa laughed at the memory. He’d spent hours trying to guess her password. He and Shuri knew that he could have hacked the information if he really tried, but he knew that the dress was something Naomi wanted to surprise him with so he left the information password protected. The king stared at the midday sun over the Mississippi River. He glanced at his watch and noticed that it was almost time to leave. He took another glance at himself in the mirror and smiled. Today was the day that Naomi would no longer be a secret, she would be made his wife in the eyes of the world.

“T’Challa, it is time my friend,” M’baku’s voice boomed through the door. With a final look in the mirror, he grabbed his suit jacket and headed out of the room.

A block away at the Roosevelt hotel, Naomi Udaku was losing her breakfast and it was not because she was nervous. Not that nerves weren’t contributing to this bout of sickness, they definitely were. Hunched over the toilet, she knew that one of the best decisions she had ever made was having her hair pulled back into a sleek bun for her wedding. She reminded herself to thank Beyonce for the suggestion. “That’s it, let it all out” Gabrielle rubbed her friends back as Naomi sat back away from the toilet. Tasha stood at the door with some ginger ale and nausea medicine. “I can’t believe I’m pregnant on my wedding day,” the blushing bride grumbled as her oldest friend handed her the medicine and soda.

“Well, technically you weren’t pregnant on your wedding day,” Tasha shrugged from the doorway. ”Shut up” Gabrielle and Naomi answered simultaneously. “Don’t shoot the messenger,” Tasha grinned while Naomi finally pulled herself off of the bathroom floor. “Hardy har har,” Naomi deadpanned, “Seriously though, I can’t even drink at my own toast.”

“First off, stop whining,” Gabrielle smiled, pulling her friend in for a hug, “We are in one of the most expensive hotels in New Orleans, about to live out your dream wedding. Thousands of people are lining the streets to catch a glimpse of you in your dress. You should be on top of the world right now baby girl.”

“Exactly you’re marrying the love of your life and he’s a king.” Tasha grinned at her friend. “You have pulled together one of the best weddings anyone could ask for! You look drop-dead gorgeous and you aren’t even in your wedding dress yet.”

“ So finish that bottle of ginger ale so we can get you dressed and ready to go.” Gabrielle reassured her friend. “And know that we bought you some of that sparkling cider you like. Red grape, white grape, and white grape with peach. That way it looks like you are enjoying all of the delicacies of a non-pregnant bride.” Tasha added, “We got you.”

Naomi smiled, her hormones swirling up and out as tears. “I love you guys,” she cried. “This is why we saved the mascara for last,” Tasha mumbled. Gabrielle elbowed her before hugging Naomi, “You know we love you too. Now let’s get you in this dress before we’re late.”

Naomi laughed and quickly finished the drink. She brushed her teeth and her friends double checked to make sure everything was put away. She and T’Challa would stay together in the Ritz-Carlton while the bridesmaids enjoyed another night in this penthouse at the Roosevelt.

While the bride waited for the medicine to kick in she smiled hearing the squeals and pitter-patter of little feet running around outside of the bedroom in the living room. She assumed that her niece and friend’s daughter were wreaking havoc on the rest of the bridal party awaiting her entry. A few minutes ago everyone had finished getting ready and was lounging around until it was time for Naomi to get dressed, until Naomi had run out of the room sick for the second time that morning. She knew that everyone in the room would eventually wonder why she was so sick today, but Naomi chose to focus on the little girls. The two flower girls Carter-Giselle and Rumi had bonded instantly when they meet yesterday morning at the airport. When Naomi had originally called and asked Beyonce’ and Rumi to be in the wedding, the singer had joked that Rumi and Carter would be the best of friends before the whole weekend was over, it seemed that she hadn’t lied. The two had become thick as thieves and she knew they would have a hard time being separated tomorrow afternoon. Watching the two had made her start to imagine what she and T’Challa’s child would look like. What would they like? Would they be as friendly and rambunctious at the two little girls rampaging through the living room?

The sound of Beyonce’ and her sister in law, Porche, calling both of their daughter’s names at the same time snapped Naomi out of her daydream. She drank down the rest of the ginger ale and went to grab her gown out of its bag. “You can’t get dressed without your bridesmaids,” Tasha teased as she and Gabrielle walked out of the bathroom with their makeup touched up. “I’ll get Bey and Porche.” Gabrielle peeked her head outside of the door and waved the other two women into the bedroom. “It feels so surreal,” Naomi smiled, her fingers running over the beading. “It’s definitely real,” Tasha squeezed her friend in a hug.”

“Not too tight, we don’t need a repeat of earlier,” Gabrielle teased as she walked in with Porche and Beyonce.”

“Definitely not, we’ve got a schedule to keep, chop chop!” Porche clapped at the bride. The small friend group chuckled. “So can you step into the dress or do we gotta go over your head?” Beyonce asked as she lifted the gown off of the bed. “We gotta go over my head, it laces up in the back. Naomi slipped off her robe while her friends lifted the gown up and over. “Dang girl, you couldn’t get a normal dress with a zipper?” Tasha grunted as the group maneuvered the dress over Naomi’s shoulders. “Corset backs are better for curvier bodies, they give more support,” was Naomi’s muffled reply as the tulle and flounce at the bottom of the dress enveloped her. “And they make your body look good from any angle,” Porche added in. Bey cosigned an “Amen” as the dress finally slipped into place over the bride’s head. The room went silent as Proche deftly laced the back of the gown and tightened it. Her best friends cheesed at Naomi as a tear slipped down her face when she turned to look at herself in the mirror. The bridesmaids wiped a few tears of their own before fawning over the gown. “Fawn Giselle Elizabeth Udaku you look stunning,” Gabrielle smiled pulling her friend in for a hug. “I remember the first day on campus, when I was moving in and we met at the sign-in table and found out we were roommates. Now look at where we are, my name’s gonna go down in history as one of the luckiest bridesmaids on the planet.”Gabrielle teared up as Naomi laughed a little and dabbed her tears away.

“Okay, no crying on the dress y’all” Tasha fanned her eyes to keep her tears at bay. Beyonce laughed and pulled Naomi in for a quick hug as well. Porche and Tasha followed suit. A knock on the door interrupted the hug-fest. “Everything alright? Y’all left these two old ladies and poor Shuri out here with these children, and we wanna see the bride.” Naomi’s mama called through the door. The woman erupted into laughter, “Coming mama,” Naomi yelled back dabbing at her eyes again. Gabrielle helped Tasha to clip the veil into place and after a few more tears, hugs, and dabbing of makeup the group entered back into the living room of the penthouse.

Ramonda and Naomi’s mother smiled at each other locking hands as they stared at the young queen in all her glory. Shuri’s grin stretched for a smile across her face, “He’s not gonna be able to keep his hands off of you in that dress.” The fitted silk gown hugged Naomi’s curves perfectly. The silk was covered in beading that created roses and swirls all down the gown until it flowed out in a soft wave along the bottom of the dress. A train spilled out for ten feet behind the bride as she walked into the living room. Carter-Giselle, Naomi’s four year old niece, and Rumi Carter gazed at her in awe. “You look really pretty auntie,” Carter-Giselle giggled running to hug her. Rumi followed suit hugging Naomi’s other leg. Watching the bride receive hugs from the flower girls had the entirety of the wedding party on the verge of tears. The bridal party packed everything up and headed down into the lobby of the hotel. Beyonce and Gabrielle helped to carry Naomi’s train and veil while the other three women watched and helped the flower girls down the hall.

Naomi could hear the roar of the crowd outside of the hotel before she even stepped out of the elevator. “Holy-” Tasha started as the mass of cheering people became visible outside of the Roosevelt’s glass doors. Naomi waved at the crowds as her friends, the videographer, and the photographer fussed with her wedding gown. After taking a few photos together in the lobby, the all-white vintage Rolls Royce limos arrived outside of the hotel. Tasha and Gabrielle made sure to gather Naomi’s train, with Shuri and Porche helped hold her train up as the party headed out of the doors. Smiles erupted on the entire party’s faces as they climbed into the large limo. No one was immune to the infectious energy that surrounded them in the crowds. After watching her mother and mother in law climb into the Rolls Royce in front of them with the flower girls Naomi’s nerves hit full force. Her smile grew by the second as the cars pulled away from the curb and headed up to the church. Progress was slow because the streets were choked with people hoping to catch a glance of the new royal. Naomi waved back through the untinted windows. This was more than she could have dreamed. Seven months ago she had married T’Challa at a last-minute courthouse wedding. Only the women present in the car with her even knew it had happened. She knew that one day she wanted a ceremony, but she could never have guessed that the ceremony would look like this.

“I can’t figure out who they’re cheering more for, Bey or you Naomi,” Tasha teased as everyone chuckled. “I’m pretty sure this crowd is for Naomi. No one knew I was gonna be here,” Beyonce laughed. “But how is the bride feeling?” the singer smiled as she reached for Naomi’s hand. “A little nauseous, overwhelmed, but excited too,” Naomi laughed back. “Just breathe, that’s what you told me remember?” The singer smiled. Naomi nodded thinking back to that day, “Just don’t breathe too hard or you’ll pass out,“ Naomi smiled back. The limo slowed to a stop and everyone sucked in their breath. “Welp, back out into the fray,” Tasha pretended to pull up her gown as the driver got out and headed around to open the doors of the limo.

The crowd’s roar crescendoed as each bridesmaid stepped out of the car. Porche first, followed by Shuri, Beyonce, Tasha, then Gabrielle. The women all waved to the crowds lining the street and the square. Naomi took a deep breath, then allowed Gabrielle to help her out of the car. The cheers grew to deafening. Naomi smiled and waved as her close friends helped to lay out her train and long veil. Once everything was in order, security opened the doors of the cathedral Naomi’s father walked out to stand next to his daughter. The bridesmaids were going to walk down the aisle unescorted, with Porche walking Carter Giselle, and Beyonce walking her daughter Rumi. With everyone stationed and in order, the organ began to play and the procession began. With each bridesmaid disappearing into the cathedral Naomi’s stomach began to twist. While awaiting their turn to tackle the aisle Naomi’s father squeezed her hand. “You look, beautiful baby girl, you’re gonna knock his socks off.” Naomi’s father kissed her cheek. “Thank you daddy,” Naomi kissed his cheek back and the doors opened for them to walk in.

Two hours later, with many giggles, tears, kisses, and laughter, Naomi Udaku walked out of St. Louis Cathedral a twice-married woman. Before exiting the cathedral Naomi and T’Challa stopped in the foyer grabbed their custom second line umbrellas from a footman at the door. The roar of the crowd sent energy through them. Naomi fingered the feather and beads lining her umbrella. As T’Challa smiled at her. “Did I tell you that you look breathtaking in that dress, T’Challa murmured kissing her forehead then her lips. “Only a million times your highness,” Naomi giggled. “And I’ll tell you a million more times,” he promised. “I have a surprise for you,” Naomi smiled up at him, his hand finding a way into her own. “Can I guess what it is?” The king asked. “No, you wouldn’t be able to anyway.”

“Can I know now?” The king whispered leaning in to kiss his wife. “No,” Naomi murmured back into the kiss. “How about now? T’Challa leaned in this kiss lingering for a little while longer. The looby of the cathedral filled with “Ooohs” and whistles as the bridal party and groomsmen filled in around them. Each of them now holding customized handkerchiefs embroidered with T’Challa and Naomi’s names and wedding date. “Aye, y’all save all that nasty stuff for later, we got kids in here now,” Kimbe, one of T’Challa’s friends from college teased, gesturing towards his son, the ring bearer, and the flower girls. Everyone broke out laughing as Naomi hid in T’Challa’s chest. T’Challa pulled his bride in for another kiss as some guests began to file into the lobby as well.

The sound of the brass band began to float into the cathedral and everyone started to get excited. T’Challa nodded and a footman opened up the doors to the street and the bride and groom stepped out to the roaring crowd once again. After sharing another quick kiss for more pictures, they raised their umbrellas and the party began. The crowd pushed up against the barriers as the bridal party danced past. Everywhere around them, people started dancing and waving handkerchiefs to join in the couple’s celebration. Naomi looked behind to find her bridesmaids and groomsmen laughing, singing, dancing, chanting, and smiling contagiously. Jay, Sir, and Blue Ivy had joined Beyonce and the Rumi. She carried Rumi on her hip as Bey and the toddler waved their handkerchiefs. Her niece was dancing with her father on his hip. Shuri looked up and waved as she danced along with Tasha, Porche, and Gabrielle. Queen Ramonda was dancing with Naomi’s parents, and the people of New Orleans joined in from behind the security and barriers. Naomi let out a loud laugh as she gripped t”Chala’s free hand in her own. “I love you, he smiled.

“I love and adore you,” Naomi grinned. The paused to share another kiss Confetti and rice began raining down from behind them. The couple stopped kissing and watched as their bridal party laughed and showered the newlyweds. “I couldn’t have imagined a better wedding,” T’Challa grinned. “Me neither. It’s beyond perfect, but wait until the after-party. If you liked this dress, you’ll love that one.” Naomi grinned as they continued to dance towards the Ritz-Carlton. “Can I have my surprise then?” T’Challa smiled. Naomi paused and smiled up at him, she glanced at the hotel about a block in front of them. She knew that once they entered the doors, they’d be pulled away for wedding pictures along the river bank and the city. They’d be in a limo with the rest of the wedding party, and then they’d be separated again to change for the reception. Now was the last time they’d be alone until later tonight. She smiled to herself and pulled the king in for a kiss. Cheers erupted from the crowd and the wedding party. She pulled back and whispered against his lips, “I’m pregnant.”

T’Challa’s mouth dropped open and Naomi let her head fall back in a loud laugh, her arms now wrapped around his neck. Before she knew it she was up in the air being spun around. No this wasn’t the wedding she had imagined. Her and T’Challa’s love playing out on a world stage was not something she could have guessed. But with her husband spinning her around, the crowd around them screaming and dancing, and her friends and family dancing through the streets with them, she could not have imagined anything better than this.

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[airis-paris14]

Human Nature Part 4

Summary: T’Challa Udaku has a secret, but he’s tired of loving her in secret.

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry Y’all... I fell off the ball. I’m trying to get back into a routine before life gets crazy crazy again. Here’s the next part! I hope you enjoy, only two more to go.

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If they say why (why?), why (why?)

Tell them that it's human nature

-Michael Jackson “Human Nature”

Naomi Udaku was many things but petrified was not usually one of them. Yet, here she was, staring out the tinted windows of a Mercedes passenger van, on her way to the airport, to get on a private jet, to fly halfway across the world, to see the country that her husband was the king of, which made her the incumbent queen. Did she also mention that she was going to meet her husband’s family, who had no idea he was married. Talk about a great first impression.

Petrified probably wasn’t even the word to describe how she felt.

Naomi looked up to find her husband already staring at her. He had a goofy smile on his face and she wanted nothing more than to wipe it off. How dare he sit there, looking devilishly handsome and debonair even in his dressed down jeans and t-shirt. Why couldn’t he look like the hot mess she felt like. She turned back to face the window.

“You are fidgeting again,” his deep velvety voice ran down her spine. There was that accent she loved. She sighed, no wonder he hasn’t lost it, he’s always going back home. “I wouldn’t be if you had told me the truth. I wouldn’t have to wonder if your mother and sister will hate me because we got married and you didn’t tell them. It could be a normal meet the family where I only had to wonder if they wouldn’t like me for me.”

Naomi turned and watched the smile slide right off her husband’s face. Part of her felt guilty, but he deserved it. She still wanted to marry him, and she was boarding this jet less than 24 hours after she found out that he was the monarch of a country. She felt guilty, but she knew he should consider himself lucky she wasn’t more upset. The wedding planner felt his hand on her thigh. “They will not hate you,” the king reassured.

“How can you seem so sure? What if they had a bride picked out for you already? I’m ruining a plan I didn’t even know existed until a few hours ago.”

“This is why I needed to make things right as soon as I was crowned. Granted, I should have done it much earlier, but I knew that they would try to make me take a wife as soon as possible. I don’t want any other wife than the one I have right now.” Ever the charmer, her husband raised her hand to kiss the back of it. In spite of herself, she felt the blood rush to her face. T’Challa grinned knowing what was happening, even though he couldn’t see it. “Shut up,” Naomi grinned as the car came to a stop. The couple slid out and T’Challa grabbed the bags. Naomi grabbed her second smaller bag and they walked across the tarmac. As her husband kept walking Naomi had to stop to make sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing. “T’Challa, baby,” the black woman called. The man walked back to her side,” Yes my love?”

“ I thought you said we were taking a jet?” Naomi turned to him. The king laughed, “It is a jet.”

“T’Challa, this is not a jet, it might as well be a spaceship,” Naomi gaped. “Come on,” T’Challa pulled her closer to the ship. A ramp emerged from the underside of the ship as it hummed to life. “I feel like there is something you are not telling me,” Naomi uttered as the couple made their way up the ramp. The metal echoed under Naomi’s feet as she subconsciously reached for T’Challa’s hand. The king grinned and placed the suitcases against the interior wall of the jet. Naomi smiled when she felt his hand grip her own. Her lover grabbed the small bag from her hand and placed it on the bench that wrapped around the ship. “You ready to go?” T’Challa smiled down at her. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Naomi sighed back. The new king nodded and pulled her towards the front of the ship.

“Naomi, meet Nailah, a member of the Dora Milaje.” The woman in the, what Naomi guessed was a cockpit, crossed her arms over her chest. “Sister Naomi, it is nice to meet you.”

“It is nice to meet you as well,” Naomi waved. She felt stupid already. “They are expecting our arrival. We are ready to depart whenever you are kumkani wam.” Naomi watched as her husband crossed his arms and the woman nodded. With one hand around her waist, he escorted her back to the long bench. “No seat belts?” Naomi frowned as they took a seat. T’Challa only hummed as he lifted her legs to rest across his lap. “This is the safest jet in the world, I promise you don’t need one. I bet you did not even notice we were already in the air did you?”

Naomi’s eyes widened as she realized he was right, they were already cruising out of the country. She could make out the ocean a little ways ahead. “How is that possible? We just boarded a few minutes ago.”

The king winked, “Almost anything is possible in Wakanda.”

“Tell me about it,” Naomi sighed. “What is wrong my love?” T’Challa lifted her chin to look at him. “What happens to our lives now? You and I both have friends in the States. My family is there too. Everyone is expecting to be at our wedding in New Orleans next year. Does that all just vanish now?”

Naomi watched his face fall, then harden, “No, not if we don’t want it to. That life is just as much a part of us as this new one will be. I will find a way to make it work for both of us. I promise you that.”

“It will never be the same though T’Challa, and you know that.” Naomi looked up at him. She knew that fear was written all over her face. She knew that the fear would subside as soon as she fully understood what she was dealing with, but until then, T’Challa was going to have to be her anchor. From the looks on his face, he knew that as well as she did. She snuggled into his side as his hand took up its normal place rubbing circles on her back. She felt him kiss her head before she drifted off to sleep.

She awoke to T’Challa shaking her lightly. “Come on love, we are almost there. Naomi groaned and closed her eyes again. “Come on Naomi. You’ll be even madder at me if I let you get off the flight with a flat puff.” T’Challa tried to pull her up again. “Why don’t you fluff it for me?” Naomi mumbled. Subconsciously she knew this was a horrible idea but her body was aching so much that she couldn’t care less. That was until she felt a sharp tug on her puff.

“Okay take it easy hulk,” she grumbled, finally sitting up. “Good morning sunshine.” The king teased. “Yeah yeah,” Naomi accepted his quick kiss to her lips before raising her own hand to fluff her hair. She felt his eyes watching her every move as she pulled out her phone to make sure there was no slobber on her face. “What?” She grinned, “you like what you see?”

“I always like what I see,” T’Challa purred before pulling her into his lap. “Stop,” Naomi laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her husband pecked her lips once more before sitting back against the wall, his hands never leaving her waist. “So do they even know I’m coming with you?” Naomi pondered as she felt the jet begin to descend. “No, I left without telling them either. I needed to make sure my wife knew what was going on first.” The king smiled. “I like the sound of that,” Naomi grinned

“The sound of what?”

“Me being your wife…” T’Challa laughed. “You’ve been my wife for three months. Naomi Udaku.”

“I know, but that’s the first time you’ve said it today,” Naomi grinned. T’Challa was like a drug, no matter how upset she was, he never failed to make her smile, and her anger had subsided slightly over the course of the day. She was still upset, but there were a lot of worse things he could have done or lied to her about. This was a potentially amazing life-altering experience and she knew that with his family about to find out the news, he needed support. She was his wife and they were a team. If he needed support she would provide.

“My king, we are here,” the woman called from the front of the plane. T’Challa stood up and excitedly pulled her over to a large viewing window. “You have no idea how many times I have wanted to see this with you,” T’Challa whispered as his hands snuck around her waist. Naomi leaned back into his embrace before noticing that the plane was getting dangerously close to a large grouping of trees. She started to pat her husband's arm, “Baby, I hate to state the obvious, but those trees are really, really close.” Naomi’s heart leaped into her throat. As the trees grew even closer her anxiety went through the roof. “T’Challa I know you’re always the calm one in this relationship, but our impending death is not the time to be stoic,” Naomi’s ranting was cut off as they broke through the emerging trees and the city came into view before them. Her mouth dropped open as T’Challa laughed behind her.

“We are private people. Do not want people wandering in when they shouldn’t be,” he explained into her ear. “You could’ve warned me,” Naomi pouted.

“And miss you clinging on to me and frantically squirming in my arms,” the king raised an eyebrow. “You are insufferable,” Naomi scoffed, fighting the grin on her face. Then a large building emerging from the city center caught her eye, “baby is that…”

“Our home? Yes,” the king smiled as he watched the awe emerge on her face. Naomi knew she looked like a child. Her eyes were probably comedically wide, but she couldn’t help it. She had inadvertently hit the marriage jackpot, and she honestly couldn’t be more terrified and excited at the same time.

The plane gently landed on a tarmac behind the large palace. She could spot lots of gardens and what seemed to be roaming wild animals. T’Challa pulled her out of her game of I spy by nudging her with her suitcase. “It looks even better if we get off the plane,” he teased.

Naomi’s heart started racing. His family was waiting out there, and she was terrified. It must have read all over her face because he squeezed her open hand. “I’ll be right there with you the whole way,” T’Challa promised and all she could do was nod.

Once T’Challa grabbed their bags the two made their way down to the tarmac. Naomi’s stomach turned slightly as she noticed all of the guards lining the walkway. A person came up and grabbed the bag from her hand. She thanked them and noticed them doing the same for T’Challa. She elbowed him lightly, “You only carry your own bags when you roll with me huh,” Naomi smiled. “Anything for you my love,” the king replied. He kissed her forehead before someone cleared their throat.

All of the guards crossed their arms in salute. The loudness of the synchronization startled Naomi and she was swooped back into reality. This was not her Mediterranean villa-style one-story house with her husband. They were not at their dining room table planning their New Orleans nuptials to pay homage to the city that brought them together. Tasha and Gabrielle were not going to come through the front door and complain about having to help and she would not be cooking a meal for her husband to eat once he came home from a long day at work. Mental note to ask him where he went every day. This was not her home, but it was his. Soon it would be theirs in more ways than one.

“You just bring a girl home, and do not even introduce us,” a teenage girl yelled at her brother. For the first time, Naomi noticed the two women standing at the end of the walkway the guard had formed. The woman who had cleared her throat moved closer.

“Kumkani wam, I had no idea your predicament was a person,” the woman whispered. Predicament? Naomi's heart broke a little. First, she was his secret and now she was his problem. She loved T’Challa but the mental list of questions and grievances had started, and Naomi knew it was only going to grow.

“She is not my predicament. I am the predicament in this equation Okoye,” T’Challa glared. Naomi watched as Okoye’s eyes glanced at her. T’Challa grabbed her hand and pulled her towards his family. The Okoye lady tapped her staff twice and the warriors dispersed. “Mother. Shuri,” T’Challa greeted. Naomi watched as he let go of her hand to pull them into a hug. Both women started laughing. Naomi’s heart soared then dropped. She somewhat understood the prince hood reason for lying, but she didn’t understand how she could lie about his family. From what she could see, they were close-knit. He and Shuri seemed especially close and just as she expected he treated his mother with absolute love and respect, the same way he’d treated her when they first met. She assumed that it had to kill him being away from his family for so long and it haunted her too knowing that his father had died. He hadn’t known about her, and T’Challa wasn’t able to be there with him. She couldn’t help but feeling like she had separated their family. She knew it was silly, but part of her feared T’Challa resenting her for being away from his father when he passed. True she hadn’t forced him away, but she still felt guilty. It must have shown on her face because the next thing she knew, the king was pulling her closer to their group.

“Mother. Shuri. I’d like for you to meet Naomi,” the king smiled down at his bride before looking up, “my wife.”

To say that the news went over well, was an overstatement. Naomi fidgeted in the overstuffed loveseat. The room was bright and airy, but the walls still felt like they were closing in. T’Challa took her hand in his and squeezed it slightly. She offered him a small smile before looking back at his mother. The queen sat up gracefully in her chair. She had taken off her crown from earlier and her white and gray locs tumbled down her shoulders. The older woman’s eyes had been trained on the cup in front of her for the last few minutes. Naomi's mind wandered back to the tarmac. The news definitely could have gone over worse. Neither of the women looked angry, more sad and upset than angry. She figured that her husband might be right. No one had really paid her much attention. Not even as his mother ordered them all to the living room to talk. His little sister had even offered her a slight hug as she navigated the palace halls. T’Challa had also kept his promise and had not left her side.

“Are you pregnant my dear?” The queen finally spoke, her eyes lifting from the glass. As soon as they had all taken their seats his mother had asked for water for everyone. They sat in silence as the water was delivered and as the matriarch stared into the liquid. Until now, all eyes were on her and her stomach felt like it was going to betray her trust. “No, I am not your majesty.” Naomi looked over at her mother in law, she could have sworn a smile danced at the edges of her lips. “I guess that is a name we now share,” Queen Ramonda commented.

“Yes ma’am your majesty,” Naomi smiled a little. “How long have you known my son?”

“Mother-“ T’Challa started. “No, I want to hear from your wife. She has a mouth. Let her speak. There will be plenty of time to hear from you.” Shuri snickered lightly before her mother and brother glared. “Eish it was funny,” the teenager mumbled.

“We had known each other for three years before he asked me to marry him last spring,” Naomi answered the Queen. “How was the wedding?”

Naomi looked at her husband. “We haven’t actually had it yet. We decided to get married at the courthouse a few months ago.” Ramonda looked up, “and whose idea was that?”

“Mine,” T’Challa interceded. “I see? And are you all still planning a wedding ceremony or….”

“Oh yes, ma’am. It is supposed to be in New Orleans late next year.”

“And you did not wonder about contacting his family? Or did he not tell you we existed,” the older woman cut her eyes at her son. “No! He has told me wonderful things about you both. All three of you really. I am sorry for your loss,” Naomi looked back at her hands. “I actually asked T’Challa about putting aside some money to fly you all out for the wedding. Especially if princess Shuri wanted to be a bridesmaid,” Naomi saw the teen perk up, “ I guess that it won’t be necessary now though,” Naomi trailed off.

“It is a lovely gesture.” Ramonda smiled before taking a sip of her water. “Well my dear, I only wish my son had told us about you as well.” Ramonda sighed. Naomi frowned up slightly, she really wished that she could read this woman. T’Challa’s mother seemed to genuinely be accepting, but sometimes it felt like everything she said was a backhanded statement.

“I wish he had told you more as well,” Naomi frowned up at her husband.

“I assume that you are here expecting to take over your queenly duties?” the mother finally set her cup down and stared at Naomi. “Well, your majesty, I am not really expecting anything. I was not actually aware that this was a role that I would have to take on when I married T’Challa. I am not fully aware of everything that will be required of me-” Naomi started.

“Surely you were aware that T’Challa was a prince when the two of you met?” Ramonda interrupted. “I was not.” Naomi was back to feeling stupid. The older woman took her eyes off of the event planner and the air seemed to be easier to breathe. “T'Challa, how exactly did you see this working out? She married you and did not have the chance to consider all that came with being your wife? How is that fair to her?”

“It was a selfish decision umama, one that I should have righted a long time ago, but I didn’t. I wanted her to love me for me, not because I was a prince.”

“Being a prince is part of who you are T’Challa, she cannot love all of you, without knowing every part of you that exists.” Ramonda rebutted. “You have deprived her of a chance to organically weave herself into this lifestyle. You are not a prince anymore T’Challa. Your wife is as much of a head of the state as you are. She is one of the figureheads of Wakanda. She is going to be under constant media scrutiny once this comes out.” Naomi gulped, she ultimately knew what was coming, but was not really prepared for the reality. Sure, some of her celebrity clients had gotten her articles and spreads in magazines, mostly bridal, but she was not a notable figure to the general public by any stretch. To say that was about to change, was a huge understatement. How much of an understatement it was is still a mystery.

“I know that I messed up, but I want to make this right. I am in love with her mother.” T’Challa squeezed her hand, staring into his mother’s eyes. She nodded,” I know you are son. I saw the two of you on the tarmac earlier, but love is not always enough. It does not always provide everything we will need. This is going to be a big challenge, early on in this marriage. Not to say that your love will not continue to grow through adversity, but it will be a challenge.”

Naomi cleared her throat, “If I get to stay with your son, then I will face any challenge.” Ramonda offered a small smile. She felt T’Challa’s grin burning a hole in the side of her face as well. She gripped his hand tighter. “Very well then, you two have my blessing,” Ramonda smiled.

“And you big head?” T’Challa teased his sister, “Do we have your blessing?”

“You want my blessing?” Shuri looked up surprised. Naomi answered first, “It would honestly mean the world. You are a big part of your brother’s life, and I never had a sister, and I would love it if we could have our own relationship as well… Only if you want to of course.” A huge smile broke out on Shuri’s face, “You had it as soon as Naomi said bridesmaid,” the teen teased. T’Challa stood and pulled his little sister into a hug. After a minute they separated and Shuri pulled Naomi into a hug. Once the three were done, Ramonda stood, wiping a tear from her eye. She placed a kiss on T’Challa’s forehead, then one on Naomi’s. “I look forward to adding a daughter to our family in New Orleans. But New Orleans only memorializes it. Welcome to the family sweet girl.”

Naomi Udaku was exhausted. Happy but exhausted. T’Challa’s mother and sister had been more than helpful in getting Naomi accustomed to the palace. The past few days between fittings, lunches, etiquette, and getting ready for Royal events, Naomi and T’Challa had barely had a moment alone together. She’d often see him in passing, placing a quick kiss on her forehead, cheek, or lips before having to head to another meeting. Queen Ramonda and Shuri had done an excellent job of making sure she didn’t feel alone, but she missed her best friends terribly. She’d text them that she was leaving on a trip with T’Challa but it’d been almost a week and she hadn’t told them anything. Naomi pushed open the large door to her and T’Challa’s room and sighed. She stared at the bed and the mountains that lay outside of the window behind it. She kicked off her shoes and fell face-first into the comforter. The wedding planner nuzzled her face into the pillow and let herself drift off to sleep.

Naomi groaned as she felt someone gently shaking her shoulder. “No more fittings please,” Naomi moaned into the pillow. She turned her head away from whoever was shaking her. A deep chuckle filled her ears as the person climbed onto the bed next to her. Naomi felt him climb up and straddle her body as it lay engulfed in the soft comforter. “You don’t want to see me, my love?” T’Challa teased. “I love you, but I want to sleep. Especially if you have another meeting in a few minutes.” Naomi grumbled, turning over to face him. “I do not have another meeting. Which is why I came to see you. I wanted to show you the gardens. If you’re up for a walk?”

“Fine,” Naomi sighed. “I’ll get out of my bed for you.”

“Thank you dearest,” T’Challa teased. He climbed off of her and grabbed her shoes from where they landed by the door. “Thank you,” Naomi yawned. She slid the sandals on her feet and her hand in his. The young couple strolled hand in hand through the palace before T’Challa led her out into a garden. They waved at some of the gardeners as they strolled past. “I am sorry that I haven’t been able to be around as much my love,” T’Challa frowned, wrapping his arm around Naomi’s waist. She snuggled into his side as they moved further away from the palace. “It is okay. I understand why. Your mother and sister have been a tremendous help. I feel like I’ve caught up in all my training.” Naomi smiled. “I knew you would catch on fast,” the king kissed her forehead.

“Since I’ve got the day off you wanna work on some more wedding planning?” The king offered. “Sure, later though. I want a moment to just be alone with the love of my life.” Naomi cheesed. “Of course,” T’Challa smiled, “but how would you feel about moving the wedding date up?”

“Like how far up,” Naomi stopped walking and looked up at her husband. “Fall of this year instead of next year?”

“That’s really far up baby,” Naomi frowned. “Then let me help. I’ve got today and tomorrow free to help plan. You’ve got mother and Shuri and I’m sure Gabrielle and Tasha would be willing to facetime or something to help get stuff set up. You can go home as often as you need to as well. Transportation is no issue, love.” T’Challa grabbed her hands. Naomi paused for a minute, “As long as you get everyone to agree to help, then I am all in,” she smiled. The king’s smile grew as he lifted her into the air. Naomi shrieked as he twirled around. He brought her back down laughing and grabbing her hand. The king started running, dragging the wedding planner behind him. “Come on, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Naomi laughed and ran after her husband.

The couple giggled and jogged through the palace halls amusing all the servants they came across. T’Challa ran around his sister with her head buried in a tablet in her hands. “Sorry, Shuri!” Naomi apologized as the teenager looked up frightened. The teenager waved her apology off as Naomi finally slowed down with T’Challa coming to a stop in front of the front doors. “You ready?” He asked, his teeth on display. Naomi smiled and nodded. T’Challa pushed the large doors open and There stood Gabrielle and Tasha getting off of a jet. The women broke out running towards their friend. Naomi wasted no time in joining them in a large group hug. She looked back at her husband with tears in her eyes. She mouthed a thank you as the girls enveloped her in another hug.

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[airis-paris14]

Human Nature 2

Summary:T’Challa’s got a secret and he’s tired of loving her in secret.

Warnings: None

A/N: Here’s part 2. Hope you enjoy. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

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If they say why (why?), why (why?)

Tell them that it's human nature

Why (why?), why (why?), does he do me that way?

If they say why (why?), why (why?)

Tell them that it's human nature

Why (why?), why (why?), does he do me that way?

~ Michael Jackson “Human Nature”

Me: I know it’s late, I hope your business trip is going well. Call me when you wake up. I love you. Sweet dreams my love.

“Girl I know you aren’t texting him still. It’s probably after midnight over there.”

Naomi looked up as her friends chastised her. “Is it a crime to miss my husband?” Naomi cocked her hip.

“No, but that’s why we’re here. Besides, he had to leave for work like this when y’all were dating too. You should be used to it girl. You know what you signed up for.” a young toffee skinned woman sassed back. Tasha Johnson had no problem speaking her mind. That was precisely the reason that she and Naomi got along so well. They kept it real with each other, but were always there to support and encourage the other when the situation called for it.

Naomi knew she was right, she was usually right. Every time T’Challa had to go away like this, she would take the opportunity to invite her friends over for the night. They were only partially right though, she did miss her new husband, but she also missed living with her girls. She had lived with them up until she and T’Challa got married a few months ago. With her husband being gone so often, she wasn’t used to being alone. “That doesn’t make the separation any easier,” Naomi argued.

“Then why don’t you ask to go with him next time?” Gabrielle offered from her seat at the island. Gabrielle Hall was Naomi’s oldest friend. To be fair, she only outranked Tasha by a few months, but time had never mattered with these two. Gabrielle was Naomi’s roommate at Clark Atlanta University freshmen year. They instantly hit it off and with Tasha living across the hall, roommate less after her roommate left the school, the three became fast friends.

Naomi turned off the stove before replying. “You think I can?” She turned and grabbed three bowls from the cabinet. “Uh duh sis, you got wifey status now. With that big ole rock on your finger.” Tasha chimed in. “Still, United Nations stuff might be kinda private,” Naomi reasoned.

“As long as you buy your own ticket, it shouldn’t be that big of a problem. It’s not like y’all will need a separate room.” Gabrielle replied.

“Right, you don’t have to go to work with him, but homeboy be going to some nice places. Make a little vacation out of it. And I’m sure he’d be happy to have a little piece of home with him.” Tasha reassured. Naomi hummed in response. She placed even helpings of pasta in each of the bowls and handed them out. “I’ll think about it,” Naomi promised, settling at the dining room table.

“So what else is on the ‘keep Naomi from texting her future baby daddy’ agenda?” Gabrielle teased. “Well I could use some help with wedding planning-,” Naomi trailed off as her friends groaned. “Oh come on y’all, you’re supposed to be my maids of honor. This is maid of honor work.”

“But like isn’t this what you do for a living? Plan other people’s weddings?” Tasha asked. Naomi twirled the pasta around her spoon. “I mean yeah, but it’s apparently a lot easier when it’s not your own wedding,” Naomi mumbled before lifting the pasta to her lips. “Well, it should be a little less stressful,” Gabrielle comforted, “ y’all did the hard part already.”

“True, the courthouse should take off a lot of pressure.” Tasha echoed her friend. “Yeah, but this time all of our friends and family will be there. I just want everything to look great and have fun. I want it to feel like us.” Naomi explained.

“And it will,” Gabrielle offered. “It’ll be as bougie and black as y’all make it. You’re on top of your career, and so is he.” Tasha hyped. “Exactly, you are the woman who planned Beyonce’s vow renewal. You can definitely do this.” Gabrielle added.

“Thanks, but I would still like y’all’s help,” Naomi pouted.

“Fine-” “We’d love to-” Tasha and Gabrielle started at the same time. Naomi laughed.

“What do you need help with girl,” Gabrielle elbowed Tasha. “We have to choose the venue. They all offer something different but I just can’t decide. They’re all within walking distance of the reception hall, you know so that guests will hopefully participate in the second line parade.”

“Wait, the bridesmaids get a change of shoes for this part right,” Tasha interrupted. “Girl that is so not the point,” Gabrielle laughed. Naomi shook her head, “Anyway, these are the options,” Naomi pulled up the list on her phone and the group got to work. Hours later the women found themselves lounging on the couch. “Are you gonna include T’Challa’s family in this?” Gabrielle interrupted the comfortable silence of the room. “I don’t know yet, he hasn’t really talked much about inviting his family. He said he might try to see them on this trip.” Naomi replied.

“Well, if he wants them here, you should try to include his little sister, maybe as a bridesmaid. She’s what 18,19?” Gabrielle continued. “Yeah, he said she turned 18 a few months ago,” Naomi confirmed. “Good, it’ll be a great gesture if it can happen.” Gabrielle finished.

“Yeah, I’ll ask him about it when he gets back.”

“Have you guys set an official date for the wedding?”

“It really comes down to what day the venue is open. So we’re pretty flexible. Like y’all said, we’re already married, this is just the fun part.” Naomi shrugged, wiggling into a more comfortable spot on her part of the large sectional. “What about the honeymoon?” Tasha questioned. “We don’t know yet either, we have to see how long he can take off. Also realizing that if something goes down, he could be called into work.” Naomi frowned at the thought.

“I guess there’s no rest for everyone’s favorite United Nations ambassador,” Gabrielle teased.

“I guess not,” Naomi laughed. Tash sat up from her position on the chaise, “The real question is where are we going for this bachelorette party?”

“I was thinking Greece,” Naomi smiled, “Ride some horses on the ocean and sightsee. Mostly hang out on the beach. But we gotta go to the Parthenon y’all.”

“Oh god, she’s gonna turn the party into a history tour,” Tasha groaned. “Shut up,” Naomi threw a pillow at her friend.

“You know the strip club and bar scene isn’t really her thing, besides she’s already married. With a husband like T’Challa, I’d be surprised if any stripper could measure up anyway.” Gabrielle teased.

“Moving on,” Naomi loudly announced as Tasha cracked up on the carpet. “Ha ha ha,” Naomi deadpanned. Gabrielle shrugged, “I’m just speaking the truth. Besides, Greece sounds great. Who’s going?”

“I was thinking just us, and I guess T’Challa’s sister if she wants to go. Maybe, Natalie and Bey if they can get away. Nothing huge.” Naomi revealed. The bride to be again stood up and stretched. “Still can’t believe I’m gonna be in a wedding with Beyoncé” Tasha sighed. “You act like didn’t meet her at the engagement party,” Gabrielle yawned. “It’s still a major milestone for me,” Tasha sat up.

“Well, I’m gonna head to bed. Y’all know where the rooms are. Night.” Naomi yawned before trudging up the stairs, blanket over her head. “Night,” Tasha and Gabrielle called before following suit. Once in her room, Naomi picked up the picture of her and T’Challa at the courthouse on their wedding day. He was pressing a kiss to her cheek as she grinned. With his hand wrapped around her waist, she flashed her diamond ring for the camera to see. The happiness in the picture was contagious. A grin spread across her own face before she face-planted into their bed.

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[airis-paris14]

Human Nature 3

Summary: He has a secret and he’s tired of loving her in secret.

Warnings: None

A/N: Here’s part three of the short story. I hope you enjoy! I also tried out a new banner graphic.

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See that girl, she knows I'm watching

She likes the way I stare...

I like livin' this way

I like lovin' this way

- Michael Jackson “Human Nature”

T’Challa grinned as his car pulled into the driveway. He grabbed his suitcase and prepared to surprise Naomi. He’d purposely not called her back this morning and instead flew the first jet he could get his hands on over here. Though he had taken Okoye’s advice and asked one of the pilots to fly him due to his lack of sleep. He took out his keys, and smiled as he heard the bass line of a song bouncing through the house. He turned the key and pushed open his door, grateful that the music would hide his presence for a few seconds more. He shut the white door quietly and left his suitcases by the doors. He slipped off his shoes and tiptoed into the kitchen.

The previous song had ended and he heard her sing along to the intro of the new one. “I am a single QUEEN!,” the king laughed, recognizing the track from one of her recent obsessions. “Oh so you’re single now,” T’Challa teased, giving away his presence. “T’Challa!” Her whole face lit up once it registered that he was standing in front of her. She ran over to him and he scooped her up in his arms. She grinned as he covered her face with kisses. “Hey baby,” he finally replied, placing her back on her own feet. 

“Hi, you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.” 

“I know, I finished my work early and I wanted to surprise you,” the king smiled then cleared his throat, “there’s also something I need to talk to you about, but it can’t wait for a little while longer.”

Naomi’s smile fell, “Okay. I was cooking some leftovers from dinner last night, you want some?” Naomi walked back into the kitchen. T’Challa nodded and simply drank the sight of her in. Her hair was pulled into a large puff and she wore sweats and a t-shirt. She looked absolutely stunning. The new king took a seat and watched as she filled a bowl with pasta for him. Once she was done filling her own bowl. She turned off the oven and walked both dishes over to the island. She took a seat next to him and smiled. 

“How was work?” She asked. 

“It was great actually,” T’Challa twirled some of the pasta around his fork. “I actually got a promotion that I can’t wait to tell you about, later.” Naomi smiled. That's amazing baby! I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

Somehow I doubt that the king thought to himself. “What about you?” he asked his wife. “It was good, I finished up that really big wedding I was telling you about. It was really sweet and surprisingly went off with very few problems.”

 T’Challa grabbed his wife’s hand and kissed it. “You do it every time baby.” Naomi blushed and it caused the man to chuckle. “I also worked with the girls on our wedding,” Naomi revealed. 

“How’d that go? Did you have a venue that you liked?”

“Yeah we narrowed it down to two, I wanted to make the final decision with you though. I’ll pull the profile on them and we can decide now if you want.” 

“Let’s save that for later,” T’Challa smiled.

 “Okay,” Naomi sat back down. “I wanted to ask you though, do you think that I could go on your next work trip with you? I know I probably can’t go work with you. But I could buy my own ticket and I could explore the city and just hang out with you whenever you have free time.”

“I am so glad that you said that. I’m going back home and I want you to come with me,” the king revealed. He knew that this was not the way to address the problem but it felt so much easier than telling the truth. His heart broke a little more as he watched a grin spread across his lover’s face. He needed to start telling the truth soon, or he’d be in too deep. 

“Speaking of home-” Naomi started, “I wanted to know if you wanted to have your family at the wedding. We could start putting away some money for their plane tickets, and I wanted to include your little sister in the wedding party if they were gonna be there. She’s my family too now you know.” Naomi looked up expectantly but T’Challa’s heart was exploding. That right there was why he married this woman. She was intelligent, funny, goofy, and unbelievably caring and generous. He knew that now was the time for him to start telling the truth. He pushed his now empty plate back off the counter.

“That’s actually one of the things that we need to talk about,” the king started. He grabbed him and Naomi’s now empty bowls. T’challa rinsed and placed them in the sink. All the while he felt the heaviness of his statement and Naomi’s eyes following him. “Let’s go in the living room eh?” He grabbed his wife’s hands and pulled her into the living room. 

Once they were settled he took a deep breath. “Baby what’s wrong?” the king felt her hand lightly lift his chin. “This is not easy for me to tell you Nay, but I already regret that we got married and I haven’t told you the truth. I didn’t tell you everything from the jump for selfish reasons, but I am getting ahead of myself.”

Naomi frowned. 

“I do work with the United Nations, that much is true. Every time I told you I was on a work trip I was telling the truth. I was at a United Nations meeting every time. Except this last one. I am not a united nation’s ambassador, I am a leader baby. A nation leader. I am the Leader of the nation of Wakanda.” Naomi’s face took on shock then amusement, “Stop it,” Naomi laughed before realizing he wasn’t laughing with her. 

“What do you mean you are the leader of the Nation of Wakanda T’Challa. Wakanda is a monarchy, you told me so. Or were you lying about that too?”

T’Challa frowned, “When you met me at Essence Fest baby, I was Prince T’Challa Udaku of Wakanda, heir to the throne. I was there with my sister Shuri. Princess Shuri.”

“So when you say you got a promotion-”

“My father passed away, which is why I had to go off for business. I am king now.” 

Naomi let her head fall into her hands. She dragged them down her face as she stood up. “You expect me to believe that I married the prince, no king, of fucking Wakanda! Not to mention that your father, whom you said you hadn’t seen in years passed away and you didn’t tell me, your wife!” The woman fumed. Her hand now covering her mouth in anger and disbelief. “I was supposed to be there for you T’Challa. Comfort you!”

T’Challa watched, guilt taking over as she tried to come to terms with everything. “So you waltzed home early to tell me that surprise you’re a fucking KING and your father DIED and that what I’m a queen?!” 

T’Challa was at a crossroads. Accepting that any response, including no response, would elicit more anger, he cut his losses. “In a more complicated way, but yes. Naomi, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t you dare ‘I’m sorry me’ T’Challa Udaku, I am pissed. Pissed because I don’t know my husband. The man I fucking promised the rest of my life to. I gave my life to you, and the life I thought we were going to have was half-lie, and the other half just went up in smoke. I mean, we are getting ‘married’ next year. If your father hadn’t died would you even be telling me this? You’d just let us build a life together, me thinking you haven’t seen your family in years. Do you know how hurt I am and for what? Why would you not tell me who you are T’Challa? I told you everything. I married you. I became your wife. I’m going to give you children one day and you wouldn’t have told me that they were in line for a throne halfway across the world.”

“I don’t know what to say, Naomi. I didn’t tell you because I enjoyed not being the prince of Wakanda for once. We had fun that weekend, you didn’t know who I was and I enjoyed just getting to be T’Challa. Wakanda was still pretty closed off so I knew that most people wouldn’t know who I was and tell you. It was selfish and I am so sorry for building this life on a lie, but I am not a lie. The man you fell in love with is still here. Should it matter that I have this title?”

“The title isn’t the problem T’Challa,” Naomi dropped back on to the couch next to her husband, tears running down her face, “the problem is that you lied to me, and now there’s this position that I am going to have to fill that I had no idea about. And, I’m guessing the king can’t live in a different country?”

T’Challa’s face said it all. “That’s where the trip comes in. This week is coronation week in Wakanda. The festival starts tomorrow and I want you to come with me. The decision is yours though, if you want a divorce, we are not ‘legally married’ in Wakanda, so if you do not want to stay with me I understand.

“T’Challa, are you stupid, or are you dumb?” The king and his wife chuckled lightly, “I signed up for better or for worse. Richer and poorer. I’m coming with you, I just don’t like all of the lies that are unraveling right now.” 

“I promise that, that is all of them. Now I just have to explain this to my family and friends back home. I am sure they will adore you, but everyone is going to be very upset with me. I needed you to know first though. We needed to be in this together. You deserved to know first.” 

Naomi nodded and sighed. She leaned her head on his shoulder and breathed in his scent. “I’m pissed, but I love you T’Challa Udaku.”

“I am glad. That you love me Naomi Udaku. I am head over heels in love with you too.” The king kissed the crown of her head. She patted his thigh, “Help me pack,” she groaned standing up off the couch. “Of course my love,” he stood and followed her into their room. 

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