#redemptionfic

[airis-paris14]

Redemption 17

Summary: One person, a secret, and an ocean tore them apart. Six years later, they find their way back together. But a rekindled love, is not Redemption.

Warnings: None

Masterlist || 16 || 17 || 18

“Good morning,” Zari puts on her best smile as she walks into the family dining room. She helped Aiden into his seat beside T’Challa before sitting across the table from Alua. “Goodmorning,” The Jabari noblewoman smiles back and continues eating. Conversation flows amicably back and forth like normal and T’Challa couldn’t thank Bast enough. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Alua or Zoe, but he had no idea how this breakfast would go. Especially since he had no desire to explain the full situation to anyone outside of those who already knew. “T’Challa?” the man fell from his thought cloud back to the table. He looked around to realize all the women in his life were staring at him. “Yes?”

“I asked what you and Alua had planned for the day.” His mother repeated. “Oh, I was going to show Aiden the menagerie if you’d like to join,” the king offered before glancing at Zari, “you too Zari.” The woman looked up from the fruit she had resumed pushing around the plate, “Oh, I’d planned to head out to the market and to see my family too. I think it will be good for you and Alua to spend some time alone with Aiden. Especially since she will be joining the family soon enough,” Zari offered up a smile before turning back to her breakfast. “I would love that,” Alua chimed in hoping to break up the silence that had begun to settle over the table. “Zari, I think I’ll join you in the market and visit to your mother,” Ramonda continued around the table. “I’m assuming that you will be in your lab Shuri?” The queen raised an eyebrow. “Only with your kind blessing mother,” Shuri grinned, quickly finishing her plate. Ramonda shook her head as the princess stood to escape to her happy place, “Before you go Shuri, please get Aiden ready to head out with his father.”

“But-” the princess opened her mouth. “I’ve got it, Queen Mother,” Zari spoke, earning a grateful look from the princess. She winked in response, “I’m not going to see him the rest of the day. I want to have a little time with him before we head off.” Aiden smiled up at his mom and Ramonda shook her head but laughed nonetheless as her youngest scampered out of the room before she could insist. “Come on buddy, you finished everything you wanted?” Zari caught her son’s attention who was finishing his last piece of fruit. “Look at you! Clean plate club!” the mother grinned and tickled her son. “Look, daddy?” He raised the dish to show his father who matched his mother’s enthusiasm. “I think that earns you a ride on a rhino if the herders agree.”

Zari shot the king a look that she hoped conveyed her unease and he squeezed her hand under the table. She fought to ignore the electricity between them “It’s perfectly safe,” he reassured. “I’m trusting you,” she warned. “Let’s go get ready so you can see all the animals with Daddy.” Zari stood and escorted her son out of the room.

An hour later Aiden was freshly bathed and dressed ready for his day. T’Challa knocked twice before entering, “You ready Aiden?” He smiled as his son ran over and hugged his legs. “Let’s go then,” He hoisted him up on his shoulders. “No daddy,” he wriggled around. “I wanna walk right now.”

“Oh?” the king raised an eyebrow and looked up at his son who was leaning over his face. The kindergartner nodded and T’Challa shrugged before setting him back down. “Why don’t you go find grandma? I wanna talk to your mom before we leave.” Aiden nodded before skirting out of the room. “No running son,” T’Challa and Zari reprimanded at the same time. The couple laughed. When the following silence became unbearable under T’Challa’s gaze Zari walked around the bed to grab her purse. “I should get-”

“Why did you do that?” the king moved closer to her cornering her against the wall. “What do you mean?” T’Challa moved even closer, practically pinning her against the wall. “You refused to go to the menagerie with us. Claiming you want Alua and me to spend time with Aiden.” the king leaned his head down so that his breath mingled with his love’s. “I- I do,” Zari stammered.

“That’s bullshit.” the king replied cooly searching her eyes. “T’Challa someone might see.”

“The door is closed.” He leaned even closer. His lips brushed Zari’s but his hands still held firmly behind his back. “If she is to become his stepmother then-”

T’Challa captured her lips in a bruising kiss and instinctively Zari wrapped her hands around his neck. The king's hands ventured to her lower back before settling on her butt and pulling them pelvis to pelvis. “He will have only one mother,” the king growled. “But Alua,” Zari started.

“Is in love with M’Baku as he is with her.”

“How can you be-”

“I asked her. We have agreed to try and figure out a way to change the agreement.” Zari looked up shocked and the king reveled in the feeling of still being in control of her body. “So your excuse stands today. Tomorrow, however, you are mine Zari.” The king searched her face for any signs of hesitation or defiance before stepping back and walking out of the room.

A few moments later, Zari caught her breath and looked at the time realizing she was probably keeping Ramonda waiting. “What is wrong with me,” she sighed, grabbing her things and making her way out of the room. A few hours later, Zari and Isha were huddled in their childhood hideout. The window seat in Zari’s bedroom was more cramped than either of them remembered but the conversation at hand was more important. “I just think we’ve missed our timing,” Zari sighed. “ I feel like you are deciding that for him, Zar. I mean you’ve only been here a few weeks. Albeit a few horribly timed weeks, but I think you should cut him some slack.”

“Yeah, but what if Bast is trying to tell us that she doesn’t approve?”

“Or she is simply testing the strength of your love. Think about it. You all have been apart for years. It is easy to fall in love with the idea of the relationship you had with T’Challa. But maybe she is making sure you can actually still love the man he has become. Not just the man he was.” Isha rubbed her friend’s back as they watched her nephew run around the backyard.

“I think I just need to give him some space. Take Aiden back to New York for a few weeks and once the marriage issue is resolved, send my baby back here until school starts.”

“If that is what you truly believe is best, then I support you. Personally, I think you’re running from the fact that you’re still in love with T’Challa.”

“I-”

Isha cut her friend off with a look, “I know you are and it’s okay. Just make sure that you are making this decision for him and Aiden, not just you being afraid to put yourself on the line.”

“So you don’t think I should give him some space to figure it out?”

“If you want to, you should. But I think you should reconsider not coming back with Aiden. I think you should come back to stay with him for the rest of the summer. Even if only to see me,” Isha added. Zari snorted as she hugged her best friend turned sister, “I missed you too Isha.”

“Okay Mister,” Zari smiled at her son as he was tucked in his covers. T’Challa had been quiet the whole time they got him ready for bed. He’d kissed Aiden goodnight and headed out claiming he had something he had to finish in his office. The mother was slightly worried about what had put him in an off mood but decided to talk to him about it after. “Tablet off? Toys away? Teeth brushed? Ears and Toes cleaned? Night light on?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yep. Yes.” Aiden smiled back at his mom. “Alrighty then,” Zari pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I love you Aiden.”

“I love you too mommy,” he kissed her cheek before she headed out of the room, making sure to turn the lights out before shutting the door. Next thing she knew she was pressed against the wall with T’Challa hovering over her again. “For Bast’s sake T’Challa! What on earth are you doing?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“You couldn’t have asked me like a normal person?”

“You aren’t enjoying meeting like this? You seemed to enjoy it earlier.” The king raised an eyebrow and Zari felt heat rush to her cheeks. “What do we need to talk about?”

“Us. Zari, I want you and not as a friend. Nor as a co-parent. I want you as my wife.”

“But, you are already engaged.”

“An engagement I am trying to end. Zari, I never thought I would see you again. If I had known that just a few weeks later I would find the love of my life again, we wouldn’t be in this situation. We’d be planning an engagement party for all of our friends and family.”

The designer chuckled at the earnest truth that laced T’Challa’s insistence that they be married. “You didn’t know though. Now someone else’s life has been dragged into this mess-”

“Someone who loves another as well Zari.” The king interrupted. “I know T’Challa,” the mother looked away and bit her lip. “I love when you do that,” The king leaned in closer and Zari couldn’t hold in her laughter.

“Are you really this horny your majesty?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in his voice and suddenly Zari felt the wind leave her lungs. She’d expected him to joke it away but she could tell something had shifted. He was done playing games. This was no longer the 18-year-old prince she’d known intimately years ago. Before her was a man, who knew exactly what he wanted and she was what his eyes were set on.

“Oh,” her voice came out barely a whisper. “Zar, look at me,”’ the king lifted her chin. “What is keeping you from running away to elope with me right now.”

“Besides your fianceé sleeping in a guest room down the hall?” Zari chuckled and the king frowned. “You’re avoiding the question again.” He stated and felt Zari squirming even more under his gaze. “Tell me what is truly on your mind, Zari.” He asked softly, only a step above pleading. “At every step you’ve been so willing to give up on this relationship so quickly. Why?” He searched her gaze.

“A few weeks before I found out I was pregnant,” Zari started out softly, “you’d left something at my house. I came by the next day to drop it off and overheard your father speaking with one of the elders.”

[6 years ago]

Brinin Zana, The Royal City, Wakanda

The Palace

“Your majesty,” Zari froze as she heard voices coming down the hall. Not wanting to be caught leaving the Prince’s quarters unattended, she hid in an alcove close by. “Yes Semi.” King T’Chaka paused his walk to acknowledge one of the elders. “The rest of the council has asked me to speak to you about your son’s choice in a romantic partner if you will.”

“Yes,” the king gestured for the man to continue speaking. “Many of the council members are afraid of the consequences that will occur if the two decide to wed one day.”

“Wed?” Zari shook her head, “Who was thinking about marriage when college decision day was just around the corner. She prayed she could even make it through the rest of her final year of school with her head on straight.”

“As you know,” the elder continued, “The girl is not of noble blood. If the two should wed, well it simply has not been done. The elders would like you to put a stop to this relationship if at all possible. To preserve the traditions of Wakanda.”

“Is that all?” King T’Chaka glanced at the clock on the wall. “Well yes, your majesty.”

“Good. Semi, they are just children. Infatuated with each other. As you and the council are aware, children are not expected to marry as young as we were when we were younger. Both of them plan to attend college before any discussions of a family begin.”

Zari smiled, glad that the king at least seemed to understand the priorities of her and T’Challa. They weren’t even sure they’d be attending the same colleges for the next few years, let alone discussing a wedding or children. Though she and the prince had begun to explore the delightful method through which children were brought into the world. Zari fought the heat rushing to her cheeks at the mere thought of their escapades. “They are not even planning to attend the same schools as far as I understand. I highly doubt this relationship will last the separation and therefore, I will be doing nothing of the sort. My son is happy and the girl is a delight to have around. Now if they are still together in five years we will revisit the situation with both of the children involved and treated like the adults they are. Until then, my son will be allowed to enjoy this young love and it will end on its own timing.” The king dismissed the elder and continued on his walk in the hall. Leaving behind a Zari who was an odd mixture of pleased and hurt. Everyone was banking on her and T’Challa’s relationship failing? Sure she’d had her own doubts about her value in the eyes of the country as a royal, but it was different to hear your fears voiced out loud.

Present Day

“From then on, I felt like our relationship was on borrowed time. Even with Aiden it still is. The council will accept him, he is of royal blood. I am not.”

“Zar,” the king reached out wanting nothing more than to comfort the woman he could tell was seconds away from retreating from him once more. “No, T’Challa. Unless you can look me dead in the eye and tell me that the council would feel any different about us being together now than they did back then… I think it is best that Aiden and I leave for a few weeks. Just so you can sort out the marriage contract. I will send him back to spend the rest of the summer with you.”

Zari turned to walk away but T’Challa grabbed her wrist gently. “What about you?”

“I don’t know T’Challa.” Zari offered a sad smile before vanishing off down the hall.

“Come on baby, tell daddy you’ll see him soon,” Zari sighed as she watched her son sniffle his way through his hug with T’Challa. She loved how close the two had gotten and for a moment she wondered if she was doing the right thing by taking him away. It's just for a few weeks, she chastised herself. “Don’t cry son, it’s just for 14 days. Auntie Shuri taught you how to count that high. So every day, I want you to count down until I can come to get you okay.” The king wiped his son’s tears as the child nodded. “Okay,” Aiden mumbled and moved to take his mom’s hand. Ramonda, Shuri, Okoye, and Alua watched as the mother-son duo waved goodbye, T’Challa following close behind. At T’Challa’s signal, one of the Dora helped Aiden into the car while the king gently pulled Zari closer. “T'Challa, what about your family?”

“Two members of my family are leaving. They can excuse my PDA just this once.” The king gently pulled Zari even closer by her elbows so that their foreheads touch. Tears start to slip down Zari’s cheeks and the king wipes them away. “And here I thought you weren't going to miss me.” Zari chuckled and punched the king’s chest. “I do truly love you T’Challa. I just can’t fight this fight again. I want us to end on our own timing, not because the elders won’t approve.”

A tear sneaks out of T’Challa’s eye as he pulls Zari in for a hug. He holds her close, fearing that maybe this would be the last time they were this close. “I love you Zari,” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. She sniffled and hurried into the car before she could make a different decision.

“When you love something, sometimes you have to let it go before it can fly back to you.” Alua hugged T’Challa from the side before walking off with Shuri who patted her brother’s shoulder. “Let’s talk,” Ramonda touched her son’s shoulder and he followed her into the parlor. “You know, this might be the worst decision you have ever made.” The Queen started after they had been served a late lunch. “Esh, what have I done?”

“You let my future daughter-in-law just walk out of here. You didn’t even put up a fight.”

“Mama, you didn’t even hear what the elders said about her when we were kids. I can’t put her through that again,” the king shook his head. “Well then change the traditions.”

“I can’t do that.”

“I thought you were the king?”

“What if she says no?”

“Then you can rest,” Ramonda pulled T’Challa’s hands into her own, “Knowing that you fought for her. But if you don’t get her back now, or at least try. You will always wonder, ‘What if I had just fought for her a little harder?’”

“And Alua?

“I’m sure you can think of a way to appease the Jabari. Besides, we both know the girl is in love with M’Baku. You’ll both be happier with different people. So stop making excuses and go. Zari is the one that is about to get away.”

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[slytherin-seawitch]

To the Brink ➳ Loki

A/n: This is an excerpt from the first chapter of my new fic “To the Brink” on ao3! I’m lacking a beta, so any feedback is so appreciated!

Summary: Evolet Reynolds did not believe in magic, or fate, or anything else without definitive answers or solutions. She liked knowing that the answers to her endless questions were out there somewhere in the universe, dangling from the ends of constellations like mobile figurines.

When Director Fury drops a very bitter, very blue, alien in the middle of her living room, Evolet's world of black and white, right and wrong, ends abruptly and without warning.

Tasked with prying out the dark secrets of a war criminal born of two worlds, and grieving a devastating loss, Evolet is distinctly aware of how unqualified she is for the job. Things only get more complicated when her charge begins to open up, and introduces Evolet to hidden galaxies millions of miles away, and some that have been right in front of her the entire time.

“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”

-Edna St. Vincent

Red. Pain. A child screaming. Somewhere nearby, rapid gunfire.

"Reynolds! Get up, goddamn it. Get up!"

She wants to. She knows she has to, but she can't seem to find her legs. She knows they were there a moment ago. Before the pain and the red and the screaming.

"Listen to me! You are not dead. We are not dead, but we will be if you do not get up right now."

She knows that voice. A woman. Someone important. She cares about this person. If she doesn't get up, the woman will die. She has to get up.

She finds her right arm first, and holds it up in the direction that the voice came from. A familiar, callused hand grasps tight and starts to pull her up, up, up.

Out of the darkness.

Right before they reach the light, an explosion. Clenched hands torn apart. Spiraling back into the abyss.

"Sam!"

Evolet jolts upright in her bed, gasping as if she'd been running and not sleeping. She can feel the sweat plastering her tank top to her body, and the dampness of the sheets tangled around her legs.

The nightmare. Again.

No. The memory.

Pulling her aching body out of the bed, she checks the time. 3:02 a.m. blinks back at her mockingly. Groaning in frustration, Evolet strips the sheets from the bed and heads into her en-suite bathroom to shower off the stench of fear she can smell clinging to her skin in lieu of the nightmare.

She exits the shower, wrapping the fluffy white towel tight around her now chilled body. Padding into her bedroom, she changes into new pajamas, changes her sheets, and lies back down with her head towards the end of her bed.

The New York skyline glimmers against the black sky, the lights from the skyscrapers the only visible stars. Evolet tries to think back on how the stars looked from her bedroom at her parent's home in North Carolina, but far too many years have passed since she set foot in her childhood home, and her mind comes up blank.

From this far up, she can almost pretend that the horror that swept through the city not even three months prior never happened. Here, from the safety of her bed, the city almost seems normal.

Like it was before everyone knew that gods and heroes were real and rejoiced.

Like it was before they realized that the devils and monsters were real, too.

The memorial for all those who died during the Battle of New York stands in Central Park. Evolet doesn't like to think of all the names. One name, in particular, if she's being honest with herself.

Rolling over, she reaches for her S.H.I.E.L.D issued phone and opens her latest message.

Fury: Dropping by with a new assignment for you at 07:00. Have coffee.

Evolet huffs and throws one arm over her eyes.

"That's not cryptic, at all, Nick," she mutters into her elbow.

Her first assignment since the Chitauri invasion. Her first assignment since Sam.

The name sends a sharp jolt of agony racing through her chest, searing down her spine. She knows a bullet would hurt less.

Curling up on her side to peer out into the illuminated darkness of New York, Evolet presses a hand to her aching chest and counts her heartbeats until she falls back to sleep.

This time, she does not dream.

#loki #loki fanfic #avengers #marvel #loki/ofc #redemptionfic #forgiveness #jotunn

[yearbyyeardaybyday]

you might enjoy written sex more than videos of sex? if you read fanfiction, you can easily filter for characters who aren't related, and some of it is probably literary enough to make it past the censors? if you search for redemptionfic and then just skip like the last paragraph, most of it is pretty sweet

[Rose follows this advice and reads some redemptionfic.

It goes well until she reads the last paragraph.

She’s lucky that she doesn’t speak enough Yiddish to be able to explain why she’s crying.]

#Anonymous

[andragonyremade-blog]

"Do you miss it?" she asked suddenly, her words all sliding together.

"Being in love." She said it as if that were natural, obvious; as if he were a fool not to have known, though it was hardly a question characteristic of her usual self. 

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "I miss something," he said, "though I know not how to name it."

"Should someone love you--" she began, and trailed off, her head tilting as she thought.

He laughed. "I think no one should have the heart to love me," he told her.

At that she stopped, and turned to face him, looking up at him in genuine distress. For a moment she held his gaze, and then stepped forward, rising on her toes to kiss him.

"I have," said she. "I have heart enough for both of us."

He stared at her, surprised, bewildered. She'd been drinking spiced wine, and he could taste it on her breath, on his lips now, sweet and strong and heady. Slowly he smiled, shaking his head. "Too much drink has made you soft, Evelyn," he told her, resting his hand on her arm.

She laughed. "No - only foolish. Soft, I was already."

"And yet you cannot be so foolish if you know yourself to be a fool," he said.

"You must think me a fool regardless," she said. "And you are not mistaken. To be certain, you have hardly earned my favor."

He narrowed his eyes. "Hardly earned--"

"And yet you have it," she went on. "And my heart, also." It seemed that once she had started speaking she could no longer stop, for the next words came tumbling from her lips in a rush. "And perhaps I am a fool, perhaps I was a fool ever to let myself love you - howe'er, I love you, and fool or not I find myself tonight to have the courage to tell you as much, and - and, if you should allow it, sir, I should like to kiss you some more."

"I...will allow it, aye," he said slowly, and she smiled so gladly, and so shyly, that he hardly recognized her, ere she leaned up again to press her lips to his.

#fairefic stuff #redemptionfic #evelyn no #alcohol mention //

[hello-spaceb0y]

Sneak peek of Redemption (my Daemonlure fanfic)

“You are in the house of God, Schwarz,” Bruno said icily. “In the presence of one of His servants. Thus, you must behave accordingly.”

The priest leaned down to Andre, his slender back arching gracefully and his pale, freckled face bearing a stony expression. “Kneel.”

#scruff writes #daemonlure #redemptionfic

[airis-paris14]

Redemption 16

Summary: One person, a secret, and an ocean tore them apart. Six years later, they find their way back together. But a rekindled love, is not Redemption.

Masterlist || 15 || 16 || 17

[Present Day] Birnin Zana, The Royal City, Wakanda

Zari blinked as the sun burned her eyes through her eyelids. She stretched tiredly, now remembering why Queen mother always told her to sleep on the west side of the palace. The large window views are breathtaking, but the sunrise blinded you in the morning if facing East. But east and west rooms were the last thing on her mind after last night. Zari sighed and snuggled into T’Challa’s embrace. Wait. “Get off of me,” Zari shouldered the king off of her before standing and turning to face him. “What happened to the bed you made on the floor?”

“It was uncomfortable,” the king groaned and sat up. “Sounds like a personal problem,” Zari raised an eyebrow, “I told you to go back to your own bed. When you decided to stay I expected you to respect my wishes and not touch me your majesty.”

“Zar, you cannot seriously still be upset,” the king sighed. Zari’s eyes hardened. “I’m going to wake Aiden, when we come back I want you out of my room.” She stormed out of the door and the young king sighed. “For Bast’s sake!”

The silence was tangible as Zari angrily cut into her breakfast. Aiden’s rambling was the only noise as his grandmother nodded along sneaking glances between the boy's parents. Shuri was silent as well, pushing her food around the plate. “Oops,” Aiden’s outburst pulled everyone’s attention.”I didn’t mean to,” he pouted, his lower lip trembling. A big sauce stain graced the front of his shirt and shorts. Zari sighed, “I know baby, lets go change your outfit.”

“Okay mommy,”Aiden allowed his grandmother to help him down out of his seat before Ramonda stopped the mother son duo. “Actually Shuri,” the teen looked up, “please take Aiden to change his clothes and wash up.”

“I do not think-“

“I’ve got it.”

The princess and Zari spoke at the same time. Ramonda raised an eyebrow, “I was not asking. Shuri, please take your nephew and help him change, I would like to talk to his parents alone. Is that alright my dear,” the Queen turned to Zari who nodded and settled back into her seat. Shuri glanced at her brother and Zari once more before taking Aiden’s hand and leading him out of the room.

“So who wants to speak first,” Ramonda sat back in her chair after dismissing the staff behind Aiden and Shuri. Zari glanced at the king with her arms folded. “Last night Zari and I had an altercation. A small disagreement really.”

“I disagree,” Zari glared. “It is just a simple test,” the king sighed, “You are reading more into this than you need to Zar.”

“Do not try to gaslight me T’Challa. If you don’t want Aiden to be yours just say that. Admit you made a mistake in coming to look for us and that you want your old life back!”

“Is that really what you think this is about?” The king shook his head.

“Wait,” Queen mother turned to her son, “You have doubts that Aiden is your son?”

The king sighed, “No I have no reason to doubt that Aiden is mine.”

“Then what are you all talking about?”

“He asked me for a paternity test,” Zari hissed. “If you know Aiden is yours, then why on earth do you need a test T’Challa?” Ramonda raised up in her seat, “I assumed that I would not need to tell my son, who has four degrees, what a paternity test was for.”

“I know what they are for I just…I couldn’t believe my own father would do this to me, let alone a girl he treated as his own daughter. I let others get into my head and cloud my thoughts.”

“Shuri?” The mother inferred, reflecting on how her daughter had been acting since her grandson and hopeful daughter in law arrived. “Yes, she was trying to come up with a reason for why Baba would hide all of this from us. Take my son from me. It’s not easy accepting that he did this for image and tradition only.”

“Just because you don’t want to accept something, does not make it any less true. It also does not give you the right to accuse someone, especially the mother of your child, of lying. Not to mention all that Zari went through with this child. You and Shuri both owe her an apology.” The mother shook her head reaching over the table and grabbing Zari’s hand. “That does not mean that you have to accept the apology.”

Zari nodded and looked at the clock, “I should go get Aiden and head to our appointment,” the young mother stood. “You are getting the test done?” Ramonda frowned. Zari nodded, “Yes, so we can avoid any future situations like this one.” She bowed her head before the Queen, ignored the king, and walked out of the room leaving a mother staring at her son. “Don’t let the image of your father that you and your sister are clinging to cloud your judgement T’Challa. He was a human, not a god.”

****

“Alright, arms up I guess,” Shuri sighed walking over to help Aiden into his new shirt. “Your name is Shuri?” Aiden’s muffled question floated out into the quiet room. “Uh Huh,” Shuri hummed once the shirt slipped over his head. “And you’re my baba’s sister?”

“Yep,” the teen smoothed Aiden’s collar. “So you’re my auntie?”

“Technically. What’s with the third degree?”

“The what?” Aiden twisted up his face and Shuri laughed. “It means what’s with all of the questions.”

“Ohh,” Aiden nodded. “Well my mommy taught me to ask questions when I don’t understand something.”

“Well what don’t you understand?” Shuri grabbed the jar of Shea butter and began massaging it into the child’s arms and legs. “You.” Aiden answered and Shuri’s heart sank, “Why don’t you understand me?”

“Well I thought you were mad at me for something. You’ve been avoiding me and I thought I had done something wrong. I’ve never had someone ignore me before. My mom said that we just needed to get to know each other better, so I was asking you questions to understand you. So you could stop being mad at me,” The kindergartner explained. The scientist quietly finished rubbing the Shea butter into his face and neck before placing it back where she found it. “I am sorry that I made you upset or think that I was mad at you,” she finally spoke. “So you’re not mad at me? You like me?” Aiden murmured. “I do,” Shuri nodded. It’s just that my baba passed away and he won’t be coming home. I was sad and mad about him leaving. I wasn't mad at you I promise.”

“Pinky promise?” Aiden stuck out his little finger. “Pinky promise,” Shuri smiled and wrapped her finger around his. He threw his arms around Shuri in a bear hug and the teen grinned, allowing herself to hug her nephew back for the first time. On an impulse she pressed a kiss to his forehead before someone cleared their throat. Shuri stepped away from Aiden as his mother walked into the room. “You ready buddy? Remember I said we were going to the doctor today?” Aiden nodded and Shuri looked away suddenly embarrassed by the fact that she was the reason he was going to an appointment today. “Bye Auntie,” Aiden waved and Shuri forced a smile for his sake. “Bye Aiden.”

“That’s a big tree!” Zari exclaimed as Aiden and his grandmother performed a song they had been practicing since lunch. The paternity test had gone fine and Zari was sure T’Challa had already submitted his sample as well. All that was left to do was to wait. “Mommy, you’ve gotta let me finish the song first,” Aiden pouted and Zari laughed. “Okay, my bad. I’ll be quiet now,” she smiled watching as her son and Ramonda started up once more. She hadn’t seen the king nor Shuri all day and quite frankly, she wasn’t looking forward to another meal like breakfast.

“And in that egg there was a snake, a very special snake. A rattling snake. And the snake was in the egg, and egg was on the branch, and the branch was on the limb, and the limb was on the tree, and the tree was in the bog, and the bog’s down in the valley oh!” Aiden and the queen moved through all of the song's hand motions laughing and running out of breath together. They clapped and danced around each other in circles, Aiden eventually ran over to his mother and pulled her into the fun. “Hey ho the rattlin’ bog, the bog down in the valley oh. Hey ho the rattlin’ bog the bog down in the valley oh!” The trio sang dropping to the ground in giggles.

“Again again!” Aiden squealed. Zari looked at T’Challa’s mother and shook her head. “I don’t think mama and grandma can go another round right now baby,” she laughed. “Maybe after dinner you can sing it with your baba,” Ramonda suggested sitting up. “And auntie,” Aiden declared.

“And Auntie what?” Shuri walked down the garden steps into the grassy area. “Grandma taught me a new song!” The kindergartener raced to Shuri’s arms, surprising the teen. “Be careful,” Zari warned calmly. “What song did you learn?” The scientist bent down to the child’s eye level.

“The rattlin bog!”

Shuri widened her eyes, “That’s my favorite!”

“Will you sing it with me?” Aiden jumped up and down. Shuri glanced at Zari, “Maybe in a minute, I actually wanted to talk to your mama.”

Aiden cocked his head, “Why? Mama is not a good conversationist,” Aiden failed at whispering. Shuri stifled her laughter as Zari’s mouth fell open in shock, “Aiden!”

Conversationalist, baby,” Ramonda corrected, holding in her own laughter. The older mother extended her hand to the young boy, “Let’s go see if we can find your baba and make him sing with you.”

Zari waved and watched as the queen walked away with her son. The former expatriate looked back at the teen who was wringing her hands. “Are you alright?” her face softened noting the girl’s stress. Shuri looked up and pushed some braids behind her shoulder, “Yeah, I just-” she plopped onto a bench next to Zari who had gestured for her, “I don’t really know where to start. Which is a first because usually I know everything,” the princess mumbled. Recognizing that the princess’s statement was serious, the young mother held in her laugh, “I see that Aiden calls you Auntie now.”

Shuri looked up briefly, “When I took him to get changed, he told me that he thought I was mad at him.”

“He is very observant,” Zari nodded, “I tried to tell him otherwise, but he knew. Quite frankly, I thought you were upset with him and myself as well.” Shuri groaned and leaned back on the bench, “I’ve been acting like such a brat. When I saw his face, so upset at the prospect of me being angry with him. It just all hit me at once. It is not that I do not like you or Aiden, it is just hard to accept this side of my father. I’ve grown up seeing him as this well loved and strong King who could do no wrong. Then, within two months of his unexpected death, I learned that he ruined not two but four lives. First he took an uncle, then a cousin, then a nephew from me. It was a lot to take in and I was in shock. I did not want to go through another mourning period for another family member. I wanted to save myself from that heartache and naively pushed that hurt on to you and Aiden.”

“I understand, and I figured that this was the cause of your animosity, but-“

“Not animosity. I just wanted to ignore you all in hopes that you’d go away I suppose.”

Silence filled the space between the two women. “You know,” Zari started, “I have forgiven your father.”

Shuri frowned, “You were not upset at all that happened? Even upset seems like too soft a word,” the teen huffed. Zari chuckled,” trust, I was very angry. But also heartbroken and depressed. However, I have forgiven him.”

“I don’t understand?”

“The first time I heard Aiden’s heartbeat, I sobbed hysterically for twenty minutes with no one but my doctor and her niece to comfort me. Even though I lost everything I knew and loved, there was a tiny human being relying on me. Any emotional weight would weigh on that child as well. So I wiped my face and forgave King T’Chaka, for Aiden. I was living for someone else now, and that meant making hard decisions for his sake. Everything I did was for Aiden’s benefit.”

“You were being a parent. A mother.”

“Just like your father was being a parent when he sent me away. It was not the right or fair thing to do, but he thought it was in the best interests of his son. He was protecting T’Challa from the hell and scandal that would have plagued him as a result of our union.”

“It was still not right. He had no right to take you from your family and T’Challa from the one he was building with you.”

“Right, but I like to imagine that it was not an easy decision for the king. I heard the regret in his voice every time we spoke on the phone, or he wrote a letter. I think the guilt was eating him alive, but parents will do anything, make any decision to protect their child. At the end of the day, that is what your father thought he was doing”

Zari wiped a stray tear from the teens cheek as she processed her emotions. “How are you so generous. You, out of all of us, have the most to be angry about.” Shuri peeked up through tears. “Forgive his humanness, not for him but for your emotional health. If I can do it, with all of the cruelty I’ve endured, you will be able to do it in time as well. It doesn’t happen overnight, but you’ll find that inner peace eventually. Day by day.”

Zari pulled the princess into a hug. “I am so sorry for how I treated you and Aiden. I already apologized to him, but I admit I had no good reason to do so. I have no idea how to make it better.”

“Just love on Aiden. He’s never had an actual family to do that for him. I’ve already forgiven you,” Zari brushed some braids off of Shuri’s neck and cupped her cheek,” I know that you are hurting, but it will get better as soon as you forgive him. For me and for you uncle, and cousin.”

The princess nodded. “I am more specifically sorry for asking T’Challa to get a paternity test.”

Zari sighed, “I know, I forgave you for it as soon as your brother told me. I already knew why. But you should know that I would never try to deceive your brother like that. That is why we fell in love, why your parents let me get so close. I wasn’t with him for money or the lifestyle he could bring. Quite frankly, I considered breaking up with him many times because of the role I would have to fill as his wife was daunting. However, everytime I doubted him, he would remind me why I loved the person he was and I decided that the person was more valuable than all the hardships that came with the title.”

“I hope I find a relationship like yours.” Shuri sighed. Zari laughed, “You will in time, but make it better than ours. The people in a relationship aren’t perfect so neither can their union be.”

“So you aren’t upset with T’Challa anymore?”

Zari groaned, “Now I didn’t say all of that.”

“Please don’t be upset with him. He was just doing what I suggested, he even declared that he would never get one because he trusted you. He yelled at me.”

“No offense Shuri but you are still a young adult, he may have started off defending me. But at the end of the day he still asked. Even though he was there that night and we both suspected that I might get pregnant. He knew me better than you do and still chose to listen to you over me. Then, once he realized he was wrong and that I was upset he chose to make it seem like I was overreacting instead of taking responsibility for his lapse in judgement. Like I was being irrational after all I’ve been through with your father. As a partner, a future spouse, I expect more from T’Challa and he’s gonna have to do more to earn my forgiveness right now.”

“I understand, but he is not used to having to apologize to anyone,” the teen explained. “Oh I know,” Zari smirked, “but he’s gonna have to get used to it because I do not care that he is a king. To me he is just T’Challa, and T’Challa owes me an apology.”

****

“Aiden, not too far,” Zari called as her son raced over to a food stall. “I swear he is always hungry.”

T’Challa waved the Dora Milaje over to follow the boy and pay for whatever he wanted, “he gets that from his father.” He beamed watching his son point out the treat of his choice from the window. “Hmm,” Zari hummed and looked around the market.

“Can we talk?” The king sighed, reaching out to stop Zari from talking. “About what?” The mother turned to face the king, looking up into his eyes. “You know what we need to talk about Zar,” he sighed. “Refresh my memory,” she insisted.

“You are enjoying this,” the king chuckled at the smirk on her lips. “I suppose,” she shrugged, “either way I’ve earned it.”

T’Challa nodded and cleared his throat, “I was wrong to ask you for the test. I know Aiden is my son and I had no right to throw that in your face because I didn’t want to admit my father’s mistake. I also had no right to accuse you of overreacting. I do not want you to feel that I went and got you and Aiden to play savior,” the king grabbed Zari’s hands, “I genuinely want to be in his life. In my son’s life and yours as well. I will work every day to show you how much you mean to me and I will consistently put your feelings about everyone else’s from here on out.”

“Thank you for your apology,” Zari squeezed his hands before letting them go and continuing to walk on. “Wait,” T’Challa rushed to catch up, “that is it? I am not forgiven?”

“Words are nice T’Challa, but I need action. I think we need to grow as the new people we are. We aren’t in high school anymore. It’s been five years and now we have a son together. We’ve got to relearn and make up for the lost time. I think we should take it slow.”

“So you won’t move back into the room?”

Zari shook her head, “I don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”

“Zari-“

“I know you’re not used to apologizing T’Challa, but you can’t just put an apology out there and expect that everything will go back to normal. Your lapse in judgment revealed some sore spots in our relationship. If I just jumped back in your bed, I’d be slapping a bandaid on a deep wound. So let’s spend a little time slowing down and getting to know each other again.”

The king sighed, “Can I at least take you out on a date?”

“I’ll think about it,” the mother promised and walked off to join her son who was eating his pastry from the stall.

“Kumkani,” one of the Dora called out to T’Challa. The king glanced at Zari who shooed him off and followed after Aiden. “You have a visitor,” the woman announced, a nervous look in her eye. T’Challa raised an eyebrow, “someone is at the palace?”

The soldier nodded, “The jabari tribe, and they have brought a bride.” The father paled. “Stay here with them please. Keep them away for as long as you can,” he ordered and rushed off to the city’s center.

“Great Gorilla M’Baku,” T’Challa greeted as he stepped into the throne room. “King T’Challa, you have kept us waiting, were you not anticipating our visit?”

The man artfully side stepped M’Baku’s question. “I apologize for my tardiness. I hear you have brought a bride?”

“Yes, Alua Fonzana, daughter of Elua and Temi Fonzana of the Jabari. The best we as a tribe have to offer, you have my word.” The king did not miss the sadness that laced the end of M’Baku’s introduction. T’Challa inclines his head and offered her a smile. “I appreciate the offer, but there are new circumstances that might call for an amendment of our agreement.”

“Eh we have only been here ten minutes, and you are already going back on your word.”

“Trust I do not suggest this lightly but I have a son. He and his mother were separated from me due to some particular circumstances but we have been recently reunited.”

“Alua has wonderful maternal instincts and aspirations, I am sure she would make a great mother-figure for your son!” A jabari elder insisted. “I am not sure you understand-“

“I agree!” M’Baku bellowed over him, “Alua is great with children! She will make a fine wife!”

“Wife?!” A new voice startled the party in the room. T’Challa felt his heart sink. He was still in the panther enclosure with Zari, and this development was not going to help his case.”

“Zari I can explain-“

“Yes! This is to be the new Queen of Wakanda!”Cheers erupted from the Jabari delegation.

“May I speak in my own throne room?” T’Challa bellowed, causing everyone to quiet down to a murmur. T’Challa could see the tension in Zari’s face and prayed that he could smooth this over before it shut her back off from him. Before he could open his mouth Zari walked over to Alua and hugged her. “It is very nice to meet you, I look forward to getting to know you more since you will be spending a lot of time with my son.”

The king locked his jaw to keep it from falling open in shock. Alua offered a small smile in return as Zari bowed to the king and elders before walking out of the room. Refusing to meet T’Challa’s eyes.

“Zar,wait!” The king chased who he hoped was still his girlfriend out to her favorite spot in the gardens. “I should’ve known,” Zari shook her head as she continued to make her way through the maze of flowers. “Zari please wait. You don’t understand.”

“Know, I should’ve known,” the woman turned to face the father of her child, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Should’ve known what?” T’Challa slowed down to pull her closer but she just shook her head. “Us, we could never work. Even when we were teens-“

“What do you mean, we can work love. We will work.” T’Challa panicked. Zari began to sob and pushed the king off.

“Even in highschool- is wanting to work and being able to work are two separate things T’Challa.”

“You don’t love me?”

Zari allowed the king to pull her back in, “T’Challa Udaku, I love you more than life itself. I love you with every fiber of my being. I love you more than I should,” Zari choked up, “You gave me my son. You made me feel like a princess. You made me feel beautiful and loved. You still do T’Challa, but you are a prince. I’m a nobody, I will never fully understand-“

“You will when you marry me Zari, please don’t give up.”

“You are not mine to marry T’Challa. You promised yourself to someone else-“

“For the betterment of my country. Not because I love her. I only made the deal because I never thought I’d see you again. If I’d known-“

“But you didn’t T’Challa. And you gave someone your word. Who am I to stand in the way of the good of Wakanda?” Tears poured down Zari’s cheeks. T’Challa pressed a kiss to her forehead as his thumbs wiped away each drop.

“You are the woman their king is in love with. The mother of the heir to the throne Zari. You are everything. I can make another deal with the Jabari, but there will never be another you.”'

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Redemption 13

Summary: One person, a secret, and an ocean tore them apart. Six years later they find their way back together, but a rekindled love is not Redemption. 

A/N: It’s back!!! Please comment and Reblog. 

“You look stunning in the sunlight,” T’Challa gleamed,standing to greet the love of his life. “You say that every time,” Zari chuckled as she let his arms envelope her. “It’s true. You look amazing in anything.”

“So if your wife wore sweatpants and a t-shirt to your wedding, you’d be okay with it?” The young designer raised an eyebrow as she looked up from her menu. “I’d prefer if you didn’t wear that entle”

“T’challa,” Zari chastised. “What?” the king raised his eyebrows, “all I did was make a statement.”

“You know what you did your majesty,” Zari shot a warning glance. “You know I wanna take this slow.” 

“I apologize love,” T”challa gently squeezed Zari’s hand. “It’s fine.”

The king intertwined their hands on the table and grinned once he noticed the blush on Zari’s face. The two ordered and chatted the time away before their food arrived. As soon as Zari dug in, the monarch cleared his throat. “Entle,”

“Hmm,” Zari kept chewing as she looked up at T’Challa. “I wanted to talk to you about something. It is somewhat of a delicate matter.” Zari placed her fork back on the plate. She took a moment to swallow before addressing the king, “Okay. What’s going on?”

“I have to go back to Wakanda in three week’s time.” 

“Oh, I-” 

“I want to take Aiden with me. And you.” The king finished. “T’Challa I do not know if I am ready for that.” “Zar, please. At least think about it. My son has family who don’t even know he exists. People who would love to love him, but he has to meet them. He should his home, quite frankly, the place he will one day rule.”

“Rule?!” 

“Yes, Zari. He is my son. My only son. My ELDEST son.” “That doesn’t mean  he has to rule T’challa.You could marry again.”

“Zari,” the king frowned at her, “ we both know that the minute I claim Aiden as my own-,” “Then don’t claim him.”

“You know that I would not do that to my son Zari. He is my blood. I will not let him grow up thinking that I am ashamed of him Zari. What has changed. When we were together in highschool, we both knew that this day would come. I would be king, then so would my son. You were ok with it.” “I never thought we would actually get to this day T’Challa! Let alone a day when it might mean my son would have to be taken from me.”

“Come home with us, be my queen. Let us have the family that was taken from us Zar. Believe in me,” the king grabbed both of her hands. “ I have to get back to work.” The designer grabbed her coat and rushed out of the restaurant.” 

“Zar,” T’challa slapped fifty dollars  on the table and ran out after her, only to watch her vanish into a taxi. He slapped the brick wall next to him, before heading towards his own car.  

Later that night, Zari tiptoed into the house. Slipping off her shoes she made a quick trip through the kitchen, only to run into Isha in the kitchen. “So you and lover boy are both coming home late tonight?” 

“He’s here?”

“Yeah he just ran up a few minutes before you did.” “Good,” Zari sighed leaning against the counter. “What’s up with you?”

“I’m kind of avoiding him at the moment. We had a fight today at lunch.”

“Over…” “He wants us, Aiden and I, to come back to Wakanda with him.” 

“That’s a bad thing because?” Isha deadpanned.  Zari sighed, “My baby is a prince Isha. T’challa wants to claim him, but I don’t know if I want that lifestyle for my son. He’s my baby.”

“Yes, but he’s also the baby of the new king. You know, the man you had unprotected sex with once, maybe twice, I don’t know three times! You didn’t think about that?”

“During? No, but I guess it was always a thought in the back of my mind, I never thought it would be something I seriously had to consider. I mean I didn’t think I was going to get pregnant. To be honest, I never really thought my relationship with T’Challa would last, I love him. Bast, I am so deeply in love with that man, but he was a prince for goodness sakes. Now he’s a king.”

“A king who wants to marry you.”

“Yes, but what qualifications do I have to be a queen?” “You were born in Wakanda, and the king loves you. One of those is just a bonus.” 

“I just don’t know, that seems like a lot to throw at Aiden.” “You never know until you try,” Isha got up, “for both situations. For what it’s worth, I think you should go. For you and Aiden’s sake. The boy just got his father back, let him be with him. Whether it’s only for the summer or not.” she hugged her friend good night before the both walked up the stairs. 

“Well rise and shine sleeping beauty,” melanie teased as Zari walked into the workshop. “Haha. Very funny,” Zari yawned as she placed her things down at her sewing machine. “Tough night? Melanie pried as she moved her stool, and hand stitching close to Zari. “If you must know, T’Challa and I are fighting. Well I haven’t actually seen him sincee the fight, so I don’t know how he feels.” 

“You mean you’ve been avoiding baby daddy for 24 hours.”

“Only 20 technically.”

“What happened?” Melanie frowned. “He wants me and Aiden to go to Wakanda with him.”

“To live?” “No just to visit. So Aiden can go visit his family and visit the country.”

“We are upset slash refusing because…. This all seems reasonable to me.” “My baby is a prince Melanie. If he goes home, I lose him. When T’Challa claims him as his son, then, he now had obligations to his country.”

“Aiden is just barely five. I am more than sure that his obligations as a five year old prince, could be satisfied with summer visits home and school break visits. So what’s really the problem?”

“I don’t know if I am ready to go home. There are so many hurtful memories tied there. All the dances I didn’t get to go to. Graduation, all the places T’challa and I used to go to.-”

“And now is the time to make new memories, at least see if you like being back home, Z. As  much as I’ll miss you for the next few weeks, I think you should go.”

“What about the show? There’s only a month until opening night.” “Then you’d better leave as soon as Aiden gets out of school next week.”

“Leave for what?” Lin walked into the room. The women turned to face him. “T’Challa wants Aiden and I to go  back to Wakanda with him to visit for a few weeks. So he can meet his family.” Zari explained.

“Then I think we can spare you for three weeks Zari,” Lin smiled. “It sounds like an amazing experience for Aiden. As well as for you to go home.”

 “I can handle anything that pops up, and if anything goes wrong. And the world is burning to the ground, I am sure T’challa will personally escort you back to the city.” Melanie reassured. “You guys really think so?” Melanie glanced at Lin, “We know so.”

“Well now I only have one problem. How should I tell him?”

“Ask if you can take him out on a date. That way you control the situation, and the conversation.” Melanie suggested. “I guess,” Zari replied shooting T’Challa a quick text.

Do you wanna go out tonight? My treat.

I’ll go anywhere with you entle.

Be ready at 6:30. I’ll meet you at the house. 

See you then. 

Later that night, the couple found themselves on the rooftop of Melanie’s apartment building.They had stopped and grabbed a pizza and a bottle of wine to share. As they clinked their glasses together and dissolved into smiles, Zari found her voice. 

“T’Challa, I am terrified to go home. Of going back to the place where I had everything taken from me. Most of all. I am scared to fall back in love with you. You are a king now. We are not  some l high schoolers anymore. I cannot go back only to lose you again.”

“Zar, I promise you that if you go back, even if you don’t, we will be the only ones to decide that we will not be together. No one else, not even the elders.”

“Are you sure?”

“I swear on my life.” The king stared at her hopefully.  Zari sighed,“Then Aiden and I will go with you to visit. Only for three weeks though. I have to be back for opening night of the show.” 

“Deal,” T’Challa smile, placing a light kiss on Zari’s lips.  Zari looked into his eyes before leaning back in for another. She tentatively placed her hands on his shoulders and began to run her fingers over his shoulders. T’Challa pulled her closer into his lap, their lips never disconnecting. T’Challa froze as a moan escaped Zari’s lips, he pulled away slowly, but kept a firm grip on her hips. Her breath brushed over his face as she brought her forehead to rest on his. “We shouldn’t,” he whispered, still trailing his fingers along her spine. “Wha-”

“At least, not tonight love,” the king murmures, pressing on final kiss to her lips. The mother pouts in frustration. “Come on, we should probably get home. The moved quietly in sync cleaning up the roof and making sure they had all of their belongings. With the roof locked, they dropped the key into Melanie’s mailbox and headed back home. The car ride was peaceful, T’Challa would occasionally shoot a glance at Zari, gently squeezing her thigh. Their steps echoed along the concrete as they walked up to the two story brownstone. On the doorstep he pulled Zari back to him before she could open the door. “I am glad you are coming back with me.” 

“I know,” Zari smiled softly. The king place three quick kisses on her lips. A fourth left their lips lingering together for just a second longer. “I wanted to make sure we are ready, before we take that step again, not that I do not want you that way entle.” The king reassured, gently pulling the mother into his chest. “I know. I am sorry.” 

“Please do not be sorry, I want it just as much as you do, but we are just getting back together, let’s take it slow. We’ll get there again.” 

“I guess we should cool it on the dates then?” Zari muttered. “Maybe let’s stick to lunch dates then.  For now at least.” The king smiled, his hum vibrating under Zari’s cheek. “And I should get my own bed again?” 

“Only if you want to,” T;Challa frowned. “I think we both know it’s for the best.” Zari smiled.  I guess so.” T’Challa pulled her back to him, “Not tonight at least. One more night.”

“One more night.” The two smiled, quietly entering the house and sneaking back in to their bedroom. 

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[airis-paris14]

Redemption 11

Summary: One person, a secret, and and ocean tore them apart. Six years later, they find their way back together. But a rekindled love is not Redemption.

A/N: So I never actually posted this?!?!? I don’t even know what happened with that. But sorry for my haitus. I should be back more often now. 12 coming soon! I missed Y’all!

Zari’s feet drug her up the street towards her solace. The sun sunk behind the horizon as she reached the brick staircase leading up to her house. She rummaged through her purse, her hand clutched around her keys. She flipped to the house key and inserted it into the lock. On, two, three clicks granted her entrance into the house. She pulled off her sneakers and threw her keys into the hall bowl. Padding softly into the living room her heart soared at the sight. Her parents sat sleeping on the main couch. Her father’s arm wrapped around his wife. Isha was wrapped in a blanket on the end of the sectional. Aiden lay softly snoring on his father, who was on his back asleep in the middle of the floor. Zari snapped a quick picture of the two sleeping together before heading up stairs. She slipped into a warm shower before changing clothes.Zari heads back down the stairs, only to find her mother starting dinner.

“How was work?” the older woman smiles, pouring the pasta into the salted water. “It was fine.” Zari answered, plugging her phone up on the counter. She grabbed the tomatoes and began pan roasting them. “So when are you going to tell me what really happened?” Zari’s mother raised an eyebrow, grabbing the chicken from the refrigerator. “What do you mean?”

“Zari. You loved your school, your family, your home, and you love T’Challa. I just don’t understand who could’ve had enough power to make you leave everything behind. Then you don’t call anyone for years? We thought you were dead.” her mother fussed, slicing the chicken into thin pieces. Zari was silent, adding the peppers to the pan with tomatoes. “That morning, after I went to brunch at the palace, I went to the palace infirmary. I confirmed that I was pregnant and I was headed to the pharmacy to pick up the vitamins, when the king cornered me in the hallway.”

“T’Chaka?” her mother frowned. “Yes. He had learned from the doctors that I was pregnant and offered to allow me to get an abortion. In exchange, I could never tell T’Challa that I was pregnant. I wanted to keep the baby. T’Challa and I had talked about being married one day, and we both wanted children. It came alot earlier than intended and in a much different order, but I knew this is what I wanted. I felt that he would want the same.” Zari explained. “You did the right thing. That man is just as crazy about that boy as if he’s been there from day one.” Mrs. Abu smiled.

“I know,” Zari smiled, staring at her new screen saver of the two. “T’Chaka did not feel the same though. When I informed him that his son had a right to know, he backed down and let me head on my way. That night, Isha and I were planning how to tell you and baba over dinner, when the dora knocked.” A shadow passed over her mother’s face as she recalled the night. “They took us to this tent in the middle of nowhere. They separated me and Isha and put me on a plane. When I woke up, I was in New york.” Zari frowned, reaching to turn the hot pan off. Her mother watched as she poured the vegetables into the pasta. The older woman pulled the chicken out of the oven and stood next to her daughter. Zari poured the sauce over the pasta mixture, flinching slightly as it began to sizzle before settling back down.

“I am sorry.” Mrs. Abu watched her daughter’s back stiffen. “I am so sorry,” tears flooded the older woman’s eyes as she embraced her daughter. A shudder went through Zari’s body as she broke down in tears. She wrapped her hands tightly around her mother, snuggling into her embrace as she cried for the first time in years. The two stood crying, holding each other tight for the first time in five years. The older woman was the first to pull back, running her thumbs over her daughter’s tears. “I am so proud of you. The woman, the mother that you have become.” the older woman cried, wiping her own tears in between wiping her daughters. “I missed you everyday,” Zari admitted. “I wanted to call but they took my beads. I didn’t get them back until two days ago, T’Challa. I don’t know how he got some, but he did and I was going to call-”

“I know. That is how we found you. When he registered the beads with you again we were all notified that you were back on line. Isha had a friend sneak us out of the country to come visit you.” Mrs. Abu explained. “What did I tell you the first time we got seperated in the market?”

“We will always find our way back together.”

“Nothing can keep us apart,”the mother reassured. Zari smiled, pulling her mother back in for another hug. The sound of the pasta sizzling again pulled the women apart. Zari turned off the stove top before wiping her own eyes once more. “They tried to wait up for you,” Mrs Abu pointed to Aiden and T’Challa. He tried to convince Aiden to take a nap until you got back. Baby boy wouldn’t agree until he offered to let him sleep downstairs so he could see you when you came home.” Zari grinned at her mother. “He adores you. They both do.” her mother clarified.

“Mama?” Aiden’s sleepy voice greeted Zari as the child in question walked around the corner. “Hey baby boy.” Zari smiled pulling him up into a hug. “You hungry love?” Zari asked. The kindergartner nodded. His mom helped him up onto a bar stool. Zari made a small salad with strawberries before placing some of the pasta and half a chicken breast on his plate. The child mumbled a sleepy thank you before digging in. “He’s definitely your son.” Zari glanced at her mother. “Why do you say that?” Strawberries on salad were the only way you would eat salad too. Zari smiled. The sound of someone walking interrupted her rebuttal. T’Challa rounded the corner, blinking once his eyes focused on Zari in the kitchen. “Good morning your majesty,” Zari smirked.

“Your back.” The king paused, “How long ago did you get back?” Zari set his plate on the counter next to Aiden. “About two hours ago,” she took a wet rag cleaning off the counter around the sink in front of them. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You all looked so peaceful,”Zari chuckled, displaying her new home screen. The king smiled before beginning to eat. “I think I am going to go get a quick shower before I eat,” Zari’s mother excused herself and headed up the stairs. Zari made herself a plate before joining the two on the island. “How was work?”

“Boring.” Zari sighed. “I’d rather hear about what you two did today.” Zari grinned at Aiden.“Baba took me to that really tall building downtown. I met all these nice people. Oh, and I met Mr. Stark! He was so smart!” Aiden rambled on. At the mention of Tony Stark’s name Zari glanced at T’Challa in shock.”

Where’s my grandson?” Zari’s father’s voice rang out from the living room. Aiden glanced at his mother for permission before running to his grandpa. “You took him to meet Tony Stark?”

“It was business,” T’Challa explained. “Aiden seems to have enjoyed himself,” Zari chuckled grabbing her plate and Aiden’s to wash. “Do not remind me. I hoped he would have forgotten by now.” T’Challa sighed, watching her wash the first plate. “I must say, I am quite jealous,” Zari rinsed the plate. “Why would that be?” the king questioned, finishing the last of his food. “I was not able to meet the amazing Mr. Stark. I mean he’s so strong and rich. I can’t help but hear that he is handsome as well.” Zari teased. T’Challa joined her at the sink, wrapping his arms around her to wash his plate while she rinsed hers. “Why should you want to meet him, when you have someone so much better in your life?”

“Who would that be?” she feigned ignorance.”Do not be cruel entle,” the king frowned. “I’m sorry love,” Zari smiled, “Besides, you are much better looking than Tony Stark.” Zari amended. “I know,” the king smirked moving from behind Zari. He wiped his hands before passing the dry towel back to her. “So what happens when you go back to Wakanda?”

“Well, I hope to begin screening candidates for the first Wakandan citizenship tests. Right now it is only open to applicants of African Descent.”The king explained. “That’s exciting.”Zari smiled. “As well as stressful. If I do not get this right, and these people do not acclimate to the country, the elders will never let this happen again.” T’Challa frowned. “It is a good thing. Just trust your intuition.” Zari reassured. “What will you do?”

“Well, the show opens in a month. Then I work on the show, until I decide I am ready to leave. Or it is ended. Then, I play the waiting game for a new job. Maybe work on my clothing line.”

“Maybe you and Aiden can come to Wakanda. Visit for a month or two over the summer?” T’Challa asks. “I don’t know T’Challa.”

“He deserves to get to see his home. His family? My mother and Shuri are going to love him. I would like to tell them before it gets out to the media. I want to claim his as my own. Zari, he is the next in line for the throne. He has to come back at some point.”

“The throne?”

“Yes, he is my son Zari.” T’Challa rebutted. “I know, but he’s only five.” Zari insisted. “I am not saying he will take the throne tomorrow. But he will need to get a wakandan education. Soon.” the king emphasized. “I know, I know,”Zari sighed. “Just, let me think about it ok?”

The king nodded, “Of course.”

“Speaking of, how is Shuri?” Zari asked. “She’s great. She’s grown up so much. Smart, smarter than me at that age.”The king admitted, “but, she doesn’t need to know I ever admitted that.”

“Of course,” Zari smiled. “She runs the department of technological advancement now.”

“Alone?” Zari gasped. “For the whole country? How old is she now? Sixteen?”

“Yes. Only sixteen.” The king smiled. “We thought we were doing something special at sixteen. All we did was run for student government.” Zari laughed. “And we won,” the king added. “That we did. Back when things were simpler.”Zari sighed. “Did you ever think we’d be here?” She gestured to the house around us.

“Yes, albeit in Wakanda. With baba still alive, and us just engaged.” The king replied. “And Aiden?”

“Maybe in another seven years from now.” the king added. Zari smiled. “Me too.”

“May I take you out tomorrow?” T’Challa asked. “Thought we were going out friday?” Zari frowned. “I changed my mind, I can not wait any longer.” The king insisted. “Then I guess we’re going out tomorrow night,” Zari smiled.

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

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[airis-paris14]

Redemption 12

Summary: One person, a secret, and an ocean tore them apart. Six years later they find their way back together, but a rekindled love is not Redemption.

  “Someone is in a good mood,” Melanie observes from behind her sewing machine. “I am always in a good mood,”Zari grins. “Never THIS good though. You’re glowing too. Did you get laid last night! Baby daddy really know how to put it down!” Melanie squealed. “Shut up!” Zari threw a piece of fabric at her.

“You did!”Melanie screeched. “No I didn’t,” Zari insisted. 

“Didn’t what?” Renee asked, walking into the room, sweat covering her skin. “Oh lord,” Zari rolled her eyes. “Hello to you too.” Renee laughed. “Zari got laid by baby daddy last night,”Melanie explained. “Really?” Renee gasped. “Noo!” Zari insisted. “Oh it must’ve been good. She’s in denial she thinks it was just a dream.” Renee stage whispered. “For the last time we didn’t have sex.” 

“How big was it sis,” Melanie asked. “If y’all don’t leave me alone,”Zari sighed. “Well something is going on because you got that glow baby girl. Got it bad.” Renee settled into a chair. “If you must know, he is taking me out tonight after work.”Zari revealed. “What are you wearing? I didn’t see a change of clothes,”Melanie searched the room. “Why? What’s wrong with these?”Zari scoffed. “Sis! He’s a king!” Melanie exclaimed. 

“Ok?” 

“Renee please explain,” Melanie looked to the actress for back up. “Where are you going?” she asked. “I honestly do know. He said it was a surprise.” Zari though back. “How are we supposed to dress a surprise?” Melanie wailed. “I still think I look fine.” Zari insisted. “So do I,” Renee admitted. “Y’all,” Melanie pointed at both of them in turn, “Are disappointments.” Zari chuckled. 

“Knock knock,” Geoff and Lin rounded the corner. “We come bearing gifts from the king,” Lin declared. The three women shot daggers at him. Melanie gestured at Geoff. Lin’s face contorted into an ‘o’. “King? I thought he was her boyfriend.” Geoff stared at everyone. “Yeah, that’s just a nickname we gave him,” Lin back tracked. “Okay,”Geoff drawled placing the box in front of Zari. They all stared expectantly at the designer while she continued working. She looked up into the silence, “What?” 

“You aren’t going to open it?” Renee asked. “Will that make you all leave me alone?” A mixture of no’s and yeses floated around the room. “Fine,’ Zari pulled the large red ribbon off of the box. A note fell from out of the bow. I hope you like it - T”Challa. Zari knitted her eyebrows reading the note once more. “I hope you like it?” She mumbled

“Zar!” Melanie cried pulling open the white box on the table. “What?” The designer turned her mouthing forming an ‘o’. A long blue and gold dress sat nestled in the box. The beading sparkled in the studio lights. The corset too was outlined with gold trim as the full white skirt flowed down to the ground. “I think  this answers the question,” Melanie mumbled, “you don’t dress for a surprise. He dresses you”

 “This is a Versace,” Zari breathed. “I saw it on the runway less than two weeks ago.” “Never thought I’d ever see one in real life,”Renee sighed. 

“What does he do for a living?” Geoffrey frowned. “Politics,” The trio plus Lin replied in unison. “I didn’t know politicians made that much.”

“He’s special,” Zari offered. “Try it on. Make sure it fits!” Melanie pushed. “Mel, We have work to do.” 

“It can wait. I want to see this dress,” Lin spoke up. “I don’t know. I’ve really gotta get this done.”

The group shot daggers in her direction, “or not,” The seamstress sighed, inwardly smiling at the prospect of putting on the dress. Melanie immediately followed behind her to zip the back for her. Zari held her breath as the zipper ventured it’s way up her back. Only taking a breath when it clicked at the top. 

“You look absolutely stunning Zari,” Melanie gushed running into the costume closet to find some shoes. Zari slowly ran her hands over the beading as her friend rambled in the background. Time seemed to slow as she turned to face the mirror. Barely registering any part of Melanie’s questions. Her heart jumped a little at the first sight of her own reflection. The dress hugged her perfectly and seemed to dazzle in the filtered fluorescent lights. 

“Zar, you good?” Melanie’s voice penetrated her awe. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” the designer cleared her head before walking back into the main area. She gently pushed the curtains out of her way and blushed at Lin and Geoff’s faces. “Wow,” Lin murmured.

“Who the, where the fuck has this Zari been hiding?” Geoff added. “Shut up,” Renee popped the actor up the side of his head. “You look beautiful Zari.” Renee smiled handing her a pair of shoes to match the dress. 

“Thanks guys. I should probably get out of this now.” The designer blushed. “Yeah of course. We should go.” Lin smiled pushing Geoff out the door. “Have fun tonight Zari,” Lin winked before following Geoff out the door. Melanie quickly helped her undress and repack the dress for that night. 

“So, I’m staying behind to help you get ready for tonight.” Melanie asserted. “Mel, that isn’t necessary,” the designer responded, rethreading her sewing machine. “Okay. But I want to so…. I’m going to help you.” She replied, hand stitching a small tear in a pair of pants. “Whatever,” Zari sighed, grinning in her corner. “It’s okay, you don’t have to thank me right now,” Melanie grinned. The buzzing of Zari’s phone interrupted the relaxing silence that followed. 

I’ll pick you up from the theatre at 9. 

I know you like to work late. 

Zari grinned at her phone. See you then, she responded, grinning at the phone. 

“What time is lover boy coming anyway?” 

“He just text,” Zari started, placing her phone back on the table. “ 9. I understand if you can’t wait that late,” the friend offered. 

“What else would I be doing Zar? Just let me be a supportive friend ok?” Melanie reprimanded her. The young mom raising her hands in defense, “Fine, waste your evening.” Zari laughed. “Thank you.”

“Ok, he’s outside. How do I look?” Zari asked her friend, running her hands over the embroidery of her dress. “You look beautiful, stop worrying,”Melanie smiled, grabbing both of Zari’s hands. “He’s already head over heels. Just have fun.”

“Okay,” Zari breathed. “You got this!” Melanie reassured before sending the designer on her way. After making sure Melanie would lock up for her Zari began the quick walk to the theatre entrance.

Her heels kept time with her breathing. She paused slightly at the front door before pushing it open. T’Challa’s silhouette at the base of the stairs caught her attention. He turned to her smiling as he heard the door close. 

Zari tried to keep the grin off her face in vain as T’Challa’s mouth dropped open slightly. The king froze for a second before jogging up the stairs to meet her. “You, look ravishing,” he smiled, causing Zari to blush. “Thank you,” she accepted his hand as he helped her into the car. He quickly helped her in before making his way back to the driver’s side. 

“How was work today?” Zari missed the question as she watched the muscles in T’Challa’s arms ripple as he pulled the car into gear. “Zar? You ok?” the king smirked. “Oh yeah, it was fine. Got a lot of work done. “Good. I hope you like the dress?”

“Like,” the woman sat up in her seat. “I love it T’Challa! I can’t imagine how much it cost you though, thank you, truly.” Zari smiled. Admiring the young King’s profile. “Nothing is ever too much for you Zari. Besides, I never got to see you in a beautiful dress, since you missed prom..” T’Challa trailed off, frowning softly. “I’m here now. You’re here now.” She placed a hand on his thigh, tracing soft circles. The couple settled into silence the only sound being T’Challa clearing his throat. The seamstress continued tracing lazy circles on his thigh. “Zari,” groaned out, “if you keep doing that, that dress won’t make it to the end of the night on your body love.” 

“Sorry,” the women quickly drew her hand away, smiling shyly as she apologized. 

T’Challa gracefully maneuvered the car close to the curb when they arrived at the restaurant. He handed the keys to a valet and rushed over to help Zari from the car. Lights flashed around the couple as they made their way into the restaurant. The host showed the two to a semi secluded table at the back of the restaurant. 

Zari shifted in her seat, tucking her dress in around herself. “T’Challa, I feel so overdressed.” she whispered. “You are, but you look breathtaking.” the king grinned.

“T’Challa,” the mom whined. “I am sorry but I wanted to see you in that dress. As soon as my stylist sent me the picture, I knew I wanted you in it. Tonight.”

“Besides you look like a true Queen,” his eyes twinkled as he grabbed her hand and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. He placed another on Zari’s palm before opening his menu. 

When the waiter came around once more, the couple placed their orders and fell into small talk. Work,Aiden, and work again were the main topics. Everything was going beautifully, until it wasn’t.

“Your majesty, I sincerely apologize, but we are out of Tilapia for the lady’s choice of dinner.” the young man frowned. Eyes flittering between T’Challa and Zari. “Are you absolutely sure you are out? I called your Chef ahead of time to make sure that he had any and all ingredients on deck!”

I apologize your majesty. There was more than likely a mistake on behalf of our line cooks. The chef assures me that if the markets were open he would run and pick up the freshest fish himself. “I am sure he would,” T’Challa muttered. Zari suppressed a laugh, and her disappointment as she turned to the young waiter. Strategically placing her hand atop T’Challa’s to calm him. “May I have the same as he ordered?”

“Of course.,” the young man shot her a soft smile. 

“You called ahead?” the bronze skinned woman teased. “I just wanted everything to be perfect for you. For us.” The king sighed, gripping her hand in his once more. “It is perfec-” a round of coughing from a table nearby interrupted her sentence. The two glanced over at the woman, watching as she  coughed directly into the palm of her hand. “By bast, will she be alright,” the king muttered. Zari laughed, “as I was saying-” the woman’s coughing broke out once more. 

“For Bast’s sake, can I finish a sentence,” Zari sighed, turning to watch the woman once again struggle to contain her coughing.

“It is not her fault love,” the king began to grin as well. “I know, but still,” Zari laughed, unbeknownst to her, she encouraged the king to do the same. “Anyway. It is perfect.  I am here with you.” The king grinned at the love of his life over the table. The moment was interrupted by the arrival of their food. The two took  a moment to orient themselves with the plate before digging in. Soon matching frowns blossomed over their features. “Is yours a little..” Zari started, clearing her throat. 

“Dry, flavorless, disgusting?” the king finished. “I was gonna say unpleasant, but those work too. The designer laughed, wiping her mouth with a cloth napkin. “I’m sorry my love, Shuri told me that this was a good restaurant to go to. Either their burgers are out of this world, or my sister has no taste buds.”

“It is fine.” Zari smiled. “But if you want good burgers, I can take you to a better place.” 

“That sounds wonderful.” The king smiled. He quickly took some bills out of his wallet before escorting Zari out of the restaurant. The two sat huddled together against the autumn chill of the city, the king’s armed wrapped around Zari’s waist. Pulling her close as his fingers traced patterns on her hip. “I love you,” he murmured into her fluffy twist out. The young woman smiled, inhaling the sent of him when he placed a lingering kiss to her forhead. “I love you too,” she smiled, as the car cruised to a stop in front of them.”

With a reluctant squeeze the king released her hip to open the car door. She allowed him to shut the door for her, and he gracefully moved around to his side of the car. 

A short set of directions, and a brief phonecall  later, the two pulled up to a small storefront restaurant. 

“I’ll be right back,” Zari smiled, hopping out of the car, and moving as quickly as her dress would allow. She ran in and hugged an older black man, before accepting two bags. She raced back out to the car and hopped in, shaking the brown bags as T’Challa pulled off. “Where to?”

“How about a little trip to the water? A friend owes me a favor.” 

Zari gave some directions and T’Challa followed as they pulled into a park along the banks of the Hudson River. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” Zari leaned closer to the king’s face. His pillowy lips millimeters from her own. “And don’t eat my food while I’m gone.” She breathed before hopping out of the car. “Her laugh followed her a little ways down the street. T’Challa let out his own chuckle as he watched her maneuver her way onto a medium sized ship. He hadn’t noticed it before, but that was not surprising. He rarely noticed anything other than Zari when she was around. 

Even now, only Aiden was the occasional exemption to the rule. Occasional. 

“He was pulled from his throughts by a soft knock on the door. An older black couple stood at the door.” T’Challa hesistantly rolled down the window. “Challa?” The older woman asked. “Zari sent us to come fetch you.”

The king inadvertently tensed. “Don’t worry young man. I promise she is safe inside your majesty,” the couple both quickly crossed their arms in a miniature x. “Lead the way,” T’Challa smiled stepping out of the car. Distrust still present but pushed to the back of his mind. He locked the car and followed the older couple up a short gangplank and into the bowels of a small yacht. 

“I am Kedu and this is my wife Imina. I rent yachts and charter private tours. While she delivers and midwife’s children. Especially for Wakandan war dogs or expatriots.” the Man explains as his wife slips down a separate hallway. 

The two men venture into the living quarters of the ship. “Is this how you met Zari?” 

“It is,” the old man smiled, gesturing for the king to take a seat on the couch. “One of the sweetest girls I ever met. Poor thing. Imina delivered her child and we took her, them, in as our own. Never would tell us who the father was. We didn’t push to hard. It is none of our business either way.” 

The king frowned slightly before hearing footsteps approach. Both women turned to watch the respective women of their lives appear from the kitchen. Imina walked over and gently grabbed her husband's hand. They bowed before their king before venturing off. 

T’Challa turned to Zari. “The ship is ours for the night. They live in a house next door and assured me that it’s fine,” Zari rambled slightly as she placed to plates with burgers and fries on a small dining table. 

The wall of windows surrounding the room, displayed the New York Skyline in all of its beauty. The king chuckled slightly. Walking over and slightly backing Zari into a corner. He placed his hands on either side of her. “It’s perfect.”

He placed a kiss to her lips, before moving to pull out her chair. “Shall we?”

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[airis-paris14]

Redemption 10

Summary: One person, a secret, and and ocean tore them apart. Six years later, they find their way back together. But a rekindled love is not Redemption.

A/N NOTE AT THE END.

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[1 year ago- Wakanda]

“My son. One day you will inherit all of these records. It is important that you understand all of the control that you exude. Each of these papers holds their own importance within the structure of this country,” the older king lectured. The young prince listened,half heartedly, as he sorted through the various paper and files littering the floor around him. The Wakandan sun shined through the tall glass windows around them. Her orange rays landed on to a folder that the prince had yet to sort through. He pried open the pages of the folder, flipping haphazardly through the work until a new york city address caught his eye. He slowly flipped back to the front of the folder. “Rising Sun?” the future king mumbled, staring at his father’s handwriting on the front of the folder.

He reopened the folder, a heavy sheet of parchment fell out. The word deed immediately caught the princes eye. Directly under it he saw the same New York City address. He turned to the next page and found a bill of sale. The next page held a log of multiple payments made to an American account. The next, receipts of payments made to a university in America. The prince sat lost in thought as he eagerly searched through each of the pages for an explanation.

“Unyana, are you even listening to me,” The king called, he laid a hand on his first born’s shoulder. “I am sorry baba,” the prince shook his head shutting the folder once more. “What is on your mind my boy?” the king frowned at his son. “Do we have family in New York City? I though Uncle N’jobu was based in California.” the prince asked. “He was. Why do you ask?” the king replied, turning back to his sorting. “Rising sun?” the prince handed the folder to his father.

“That,” The king grabbed the folder. “Was a mistake,” the king sighed walking over to his personal safe. “What do you mean baba? It is not like you to make mistakes in sorting.”

“Even the best kings make mistakes my son. No man is perfect. He can only do what he believes is right.” The older man replied, frowning slightly. “Even if later he begins to regret his actions.”

“Who is in New york baba?” T’Challa stands to hand more files to his father. “No one important son.”

“But you just said that each of these papers has their own importance within our country’s structure. Whoever those papers pertain to hold their own importance. Do they not?”

“They do,” the king’s frown deepened. “That will be all for today T’Challa. Thank you,” the king waved his ring over the lock, effectively shutting the rest of the world away from the information.The king hurried out, leaving his son behind confused.

[Present Day - New York City, NY]

T’Challa woke to Zari murmuring into the phone. Her fingers intertwined with the curtains over her window. He watched as she paced between the window and her dresses, occasionally resting a hand on her head. A frown graced the king’s face as she sighed and ended the call. “Is everything alright entle?” he extended his hands towards her.

“Did I wake you?” she asked falling back into his embrace at the end of the bed. “No,” the king pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, “but you did avoid my question.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” she sighed. “Just tell me what is wrong. Let me help you. ” the king stared into her eyes. “I have to go into work, and there is no one to watch Aiden,” Zari explained. “Why do you not just take him with you?” T’Challa questioned. “I have to work during the actors practice. There is no one to actually watch him today.”

“Well I can watch him.” the king smiled. “No T’Challa. I can’t ask you to do that for me.” Zari sighed, moving to get off the bed. The king pulled her right back, “why not? He is my son.”

“But I know you have to get some work done. Aiden can be a handful sometimes.” the woman argued back. “Then I’ll clear my schedule.This way I can spend time with him.”

“I don’t know…,”

“Zar, go get ready for work. Aiden and I will make breakfast,” T”Challa pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Then we’ll eat together as a family,” the king pressed another kiss to her collarbone. “You’ll go to work,” the crook of her neck was next. “We’ll wave to you off the front doorstep like those hallmark movies you made us watch,” his pressed another kiss to her jaw. “Then you’ll come home and we’ll have dinner waiting for you,” the king finished with a kiss to her cheek.

“Are you sure,” the young mother turned to search his face. “I’ve only been sure of one thing more in my life.”

“What would that be?” Zari asked hesitantly. “Loving you,” the king smiled. “You are so dopey,” Zari smiled pressing a kiss to his lips. “But you love it,” the king grinned. “Now, I have to go wake up our son. So if you will excuse me,” the king nudged Zari out of the bed before walking down the hall. He knocked lightly on his son’s door. The large piece of wood creaked open, soft snores drifting from the room. “Someone had an exhausting day yesterday,” T’Challa smiled, noting the time. 9:05. It was unlike his son to sleep this late. He strode over to his son’s bed and froze. He didn’t know how to do this. He stared at the sleeping child as the minutes ticked by. His mind ran through hundreds of scenarios as he stared at a sleeping Aiden. Should he try to be funny? Should he call his name softly? Is he a heavy sleeper? Should he shake him? Pull him gently out of the bed? Kiss his forehead? How does Zari wake him? Is he a cranky sleeper? The king stood there lost as Aiden slept the minutes away peacefully. “T’Challa?”Zari called softly from the doorway. “Everything alright? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

T’Challa turned, a look of intense fear scrawled across his face. “I… I don’t know how,” the king blanched. “How to what?” Zari walked closer in the room, her mouth forming a large ‘o’ as she noticed the still sleeping Aiden. “T”Challa, just wake him up?” the mother whispered. “But how?” the king pleaded. “Does it really matter T’Challa? He won’t remember.” Zari whispered again.

“Are you sure? I just want to do it right. It’s my first time.”

“He will just be excited to see you.” Zari reassured. “Promise?” the king rolled his shoulders. “I promise Zari smiled. “Great,” the king stared expectantly at Zari. “What?” the mother frowned. The king gestured at the door. “Are you serious?” The mother grumbled. “Very, this is an important father son bonding moment.”

“Whatever,” Zari she shook her head. She walked out of the room and T’Challa took a deep breath. The King took a seat on the bed next to his son. “Uyana wam, we have to get up,” The king smiled as Aiden’s eyes began to flutter. “There we go. Come on, we are going to make your umama breakfast.” T’Challa helped the child from out under the covers. He stood him up beside the bed, only for him to fall first into his chest. “Come on son,” T’challa stood the young boy up again. Aiden yawned, stumbling back towards his father’s lap. “Up we go,”the king raised him once more. T’challa knelt beside his son. “You wanna make some pancakes?” the new father asked.

“With strawberries,” Aiden mumbled sleepily. “As many strawberries as you want.” Aiden smiled sleepily. “Mommy never lets me do that,” he replied allowing his father to lead him down the stairs to the kitchen. “It will be our little secret,” T’Challa replied. Aiden crossed his arms over his little chest, saluting his father. The king repeated the motion, instantly waking up the little boy. “You know it too?” the little boy bounced up and down. His eyes growing wide. The king nodded, “I do. It’ll be our little secret too.”

“Like the strawberries?”

“Like the strawberries.” T’Challa beamed. “I am hearing about a lot of secrets over there,” Zari called from the kitchen where she was stirring a bowl of batter. “What are you doing?” T”Challa replied watching as Aiden ran into the kitchen to hug his mother. “I thought I was making pancakes,” the mother smiled, she placed the bowl on the counter,scooping her son into her arms. She pressed kisses all over her face as he giggled and tried to squirm from her arms. “Good morning Aiden,” she finally released him. “Morning Mama.”

“I didn’t get any love this morning,” the King frowned at his son from across the counter. “Good morning Baba!” Aiden yelled running around the island. “Aiden, what did I say about running?” Zari reminded gently resuming stirring the pancake batter. The little boy skidded to a stop taking three measured steps before jumping into his father’s arms. T’Challa tickled the kindergartner before placing him back on the ground.

“Aiden, what is your mama doing?” T”Challa asked his son who sat next to him on a chair. “Ummm. Mama?”

“Yes baby?” Zari smiled to herself. “Baba wants to know what you are doing.” Aiden replied. “Tell your baba that I am making blueberry pancakes.” Zari smiled. “Mama is making blueberry pancakes… but Baba said we could make strawberry”Aiden turned to him mom. “He did?” Zari raised an eyebrow. “I also said that we would make mama breakfast.” T’Challa smirked, standing to take the bowl from Zari. “And we are using extra strawberries right?” Aiden interjected. “Exactly, so mama, if you wouldn’t mind?” T’Challa gestured towards the island. He grabbed the bowl from Zari and gently led her to her seat.

“Fine, I can tell when I am not wanted.” Zari shrugged pouting. T’Challa chuckled as he resumed stirring the batter.

Twenty minutes later, Aiden sat across from his parents at the table. The small family enjoying their, extra strawberry, pancakes. “What smells so good down here?” Zari’s mom smiled at the little family. “Morning mama,” Zari hummed, her mother pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Would you like some pancakes?” the designer asked, watching her mom settle into the seat beside her. “If you have some extras, I would love some,” Mrs. Abu smiled. “We always have some for you mama,” Zari stood to grab her and T”Challa’s plate. “I’ve got it the young king insisted.” taking the plates from his love. “Oh thank you,” she beamed at the king. “Of course.” Zari’s mother watched on in approval as T’Challa rinsed both of the plates and made a plate for her. She promptly thanked the young man.

“Any plans for the day?” Mrs Abu asked, digging into the pancakes before her. Zari checked her watch before sighing. “Well I have to head to work. For the day.” She stood and shrugged on a light coat. “I’ll see you all later.” Zari kissed her mother then Aiden. “Bye T’Challa,” she blushed before walking out of the house. The three sat in silence until they heard the front door shut and lock. “Aiden, why don’t you go wake up grandpa and Auntie Isha,” Zari’s mother stared intently at T’Challa as Aiden took off up the stairs. “Walk son,” she and T’Challa chastised in unison. The king cleared his throat awkwardly before Mrs. Abu began.

“You still love her don’t you,” she declared more than inquired. “I never stopped,” the king replied. “Good,” the older woman replied covering his hand with hers. “I always liked you T’Challa.” She smiled. “You are a great king, and are becoming a great man. One day you will make my daughter a wonderful husband, and father to aiden, and your future children.”

The king frowned. “She will come around to that point, I know my daughter. Just give her time, and space. She will come around. Backing her into a corner will only hurt you and her.” the mother advised.

“That food smells good,” Zari’s father called down the stairs, Aiden by his side. “We used extra strawberries.” the young boy boasted. “Good morning my king,” Mr Abu greeted. “Please, call me T’Challa.” The Older man nodded before continuing over to his wife. Mrs Abu handed him a plate, carrying another for Isha back to the table.

“Where is Zari?” Isha asked the king, sitting next to him at the table. “She got called into work this morning.”

“So what are we going to do today?” Isha inquired as her adoptive mother set a plate in front of her. “ I was going to make a personal house call to Tony Stark. Then I thought Aiden and I could get some ingredients to make dinner.” T’Challa smiled at his son. “I can get you all a car if you’d like to go somewhere else?”

The elder Abu’s declined, preferring to spend the day at the house. “Well I for one have always wanted to take a dance class at the Alvin Ailey Center.” Isha insisted. Washing her now empty plate in the sink. “We can drop you off.” T’Challa declared. The party headed to their rooms to get ready for the day ahead. Isha took Aiden to get dressed. T’Challa followed close behind. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out to find a message from Zari. “Miss you already,”

T’challa smiled to himself, before heading to get changed.

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Redemption 9

A/N: It’s back!! I know this took forever and sorry if thi chapter sucks, but it’s kind of a bridge into the middle part of the series. Things are gonna be a little fluffy as happy for a while. So enjoy it.... while it lasts.

Summary: One person, a secret, and and ocean tore them apart. Six years later, they find their way back together. But a rekindled love is not Redemption.

I knew she was safer away from your father!”

“You had no right!”

“I had every right!”Isha shot up, her finger centimeters from the king’s face. “T’Challa if someone had told you what your father had done, you would not have believed them. You idolized that man with every bone in your body. You sang his praises with every breath you took.”

“I loved her!” His fist slammed into the wall where he stood. His shoulders dropped allowing his head to slide down against the wall.

“Then you should be glad she got away from him,” Isha hissed, “he wanted her to abort the baby T’Challa.”

“No!” The king roared, the fire turned a new in his eyes.

“She was made to leave because she insisted on telling you. Insisting that she was keeping her son.”

“My father would never-“ the king began. “You’re father should never! Just like he should never have killed his brother,” pause. “But he did T’Challa. He should never have done a lot of things. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t do them.”

“My father knew how much I wanted a family!” The king argued. “He knew how much having a family would distract you from your training. Jeopardize your favor with the people!” Isha insisted.

“Family makes you stronger!”

“But family is your weakness! The same as it was his!”

Silence filled the room. “He broke every moral law for you. He lied to the woman he married. Lied to his son. The same way you would do anything for Aiden and you’ve only met him three days ago.”

“I didn’t-“ The king began. “I know, there was no way around it. But you are here now.”

“I know it’s down here somewhere.” A voice traveled down the stairs. Preluding it’s owner entry into the living room. Zari rushed excitedly into the room. Her parents in tow. “What are you looking for?” T’Challa stood joining her hectic rummage through the desk. “My photo albums,” she shut the drawer. “Aiden’s baby pictures?”

“Yes, but mine as well. Graduation photos, my portfolio…” she quickly moved to the other side of the desk. Check the bottom drawer. That’s where you kept everything else.” The king kneeled beside her. “Of course!” She quickly pulled open the drawer. She removed the box of letters before pulling the prized items out from under it. “You are a genius!” She pressed a kiss to cheek in excitement.

Plopping down on the couch, she pulled T’Challa down beside her and cracked open the first album. The pages slid open. The scratch of plastic filling the room. In the glossy photo case Zari stood on an old ferry. An infant Aiden strapped to her back. smiling as the Statue of Liberty loomed in the background. “This was shortly after I met Melanie. She convinced me to go explore the city.” Zari explained quietly, gently turning the page. The page displayed various other pictures of She and Aiden around the city. In some Melanie appeared at their side. She flipped another page and their she was. Sitting in her bed with Aiden. The baby wrapped in a cloth, Zari’s skin glistening with sweat. Her eyes were wet with tears as her new baby boy gently gripped her finger.

The various pictures from that day included the midwives and Melanie. The latter aiding the mother to be in pushing. T’Challa quickly wiped a tear from under his eye. Various other pictures of Aiden graced the pages that followed. From school programs to birthdays. Days in the park and backstage photos from shows. The past six years of Zari and Aiden’s life flashed before T’Challa’s eyes. Zari passed the book to her parents and cracked open Aiden’s baby photos. “He looks just like you Zari smiled. Slowly turning the pages. “He does,” he smiled. “He looks exactly like me as a baby .”

“I’ve never actually seen your baby photos,” Zari glanced up at him. “That’s something we will have to fix isn’t it. Maybe when you come back to Wakanda?” T’Challa grinned. “We’ll see,” Zari nudged his shoulder. “These are beautiful Zari,” Isha lanced up from her friend portfolio. The pages graced by various sketches of dresses and designs. Shirts, pants, outfits and accessories on full display.

“Thank you! I’m just glad I was able to find something I’m good at in this city.” Zari blushed, moving to sit next to her friend. “I’m happy for you,” Isha smiled.

“Zari, who is this?” Her mother called. The designer moved to see who she was pointing at. “Oh that’s Melanie. We were roommates during college, we became really close and then when I had Aiden, and moved back into the house, she kept in touch.”

“She was there to help you give birth?” Her mother asked. “Yes, She was of great comfort,” Zari admitted. Isha’s smile fell slightly. “Well babygirl I hope you have room for us tonight,” Zari’s father yawned, gently closing the photo album. “Always Baba. You and mama can take the guest room at the top of the stairs. Isha can have my room, if you don’t mind sharing a bed with me. T’Challa can have the other bed in Aiden’s room.”

“Actually,” Isha interrupted. “I’ve gotten too used to sleeping alone. I just sleep all over the bed” the woman exaggerated. “I’ll take the twin in Aiden’s room.” Isha stood raising her arms in a long yawn.

“But that means-“

“Come on mama and baba.” Isha ushered her adoptive parents out of the room quickly, throwing a wink over her shoulder at the couple. “Did she just…”

“I think she did,” The young king laughed. “I can sleep on the couch. “No it’s fine, we can share a bed…”

“No I insist it’s really not a big deal,” T’Challa tried again. “T’Challa,” Zari burst, “ I want you to sleep with me.” The mother admitted. “Oh,” The king breathed. He swept one arm towards the stairs, “Lead the way,” he smiled shyly.

Minutes later, the couple found themselves wrapped in each other’s arms. “Are you sure this is ok?”The king double checked. Zari rolled over in bed. Her hand reaching our to trace the side of his face. “I’m positive. I know that this hasn’t been easy. And I haven’t been as welcoming as you may have wanted. But I know what I want. I want you. I’m just afraid.” The mother mumbled.

“ What if i've forgotten how to love? I have problems trusting, depending on other people. Not being in control,” Zari started.

“Then let’s start from the beginning.” T’Challa smiled. “Zari Abu. Will you go on a date with me?”

“Are you serious?” Zari beamed, her smile shining through the dark. “Only if you want to entle,” he reaffirmed. “I do,” she nodded. “So, may I take you out Friday night?” T’Challa grinned.

“Sure, but I think there is something you should know.”

“What would that be?” The king cocked an eyebrow. “I have a son.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I like kids then?” He teased.

“I guess so,” Zari smiled snuggling deeper into T’Challa’s side.“What was it like?” T’Challa asked his thumb tracing circles on Zari’s shoulder. “What?”

“Giving birth,” The king clarified. “Painful, tiring,abhorrent,torture,crappy,sucky… but when I saw his little face, I wanted to cry. He looked so much like you. It crushed me that I couldn’t be with you.” Zari explained. “Zar, I am so sorry.”

“There is nothing that can be done now. We’ve found each other again. We should be thankful.” Zari sighed. “I am. So much more than you could ever know,” T’Challa hummed. “Zar?” The brown woman hummed in response. “Would you want to have another?”

“Now? Don’t you think it is a little early T’Challa?”

“No in the future. I want the chance to finish my family with you. We started with Aiden, we just have a few more to go.”

“Just how many is a few?” Zari teased. “You know 4 or so.” The king smiled. “Four? You better hope for twins,” Zari sassed.

“You know how many women would die to carry my children?

“We’ll go find one of those heifers to carry your children!” Zari day up and started to get out of the bed.

“But I want you to carry my children,” T’Challa caught her hand and pulled her back. “Like I said, you better start praying for twins.” Zari asserted, laying back on the bed.

“You know, I’ve heard twins take alot of practice,” T’Challa began moving down the bed. “Is that so,” Zari grinned. The king hummed in response. One hand lifting Zari’s shirt to kiss her stomach. “What if there is a baby in there right now?” T’Challa raised a dopey grin to Zari’s eyes. “I’d like to speak to its creators because it is not my baby.”

What if it was our baby?”

“It can’t be. It’s not possible your majesty.”

“Then let’s make it possible,” a devious grin slid across the king’s face. “My parents are in the room next door!”

“That didn’t stop you in highschool,” the former prince grinned. “T’Challa!” Zari exclaimed, grinning as she slapped him upside the head. Silence fell upon the couple as T’Challa climbed back up the bed to Zari’s side. “We’ll get there eventually T’Challa. I’m just not ready yet.”

“Please, do not apologize. I am here, whenever you are ready. I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

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[airis-paris14]

Redemption 8

A/N: It’s baaack! I’m so sorry for the delay. Happy thanksgiving! Hope you enjoy! Taglist is open!

Warnings: lies,deceit, hurt

“Mama!” Zari leapt from behind T’Challa. She sprinted up the staircase and into her mother’s arms. She buried her face in her neck, breathing in the smell of perfume after a long six years away. Fingers clutching the older woman close, the young woman began to cry, tears rolling down her face. Zari’s mother pulled away.

“Oh my baby, my baby,” her mother’s kind eyes flooded with tears, her hands tracing the lines of her only child’s face. “Baba,” Zari switched turning into the tall man beside her. His arms wrapped around her, the smell of patchouli oil drowning her senses. The fabric of his shirt grew damp, the two reluctantly pulling away before Zari tackled her friend a hug. Tears quickly turned to laughter, the women settling on a hug, for a lack of words to say. “I don’t know what to say,” Zari breathed, her eyes shining as she stared at her family. For so long, the earth had kept them apart, and she had no way to fix that. She dreamed of them showing up on her doorstep, appearing out of thin air, to hug and comfort her. In her head she’d told them everything, about school. How much she’d missed them. The words would spill out with the tears. Watering the front doorstep and christening the welcome mat. But now, with them standing on her steps, she was lost for words. The last six years of her life seemed to be lodged in the back of her throat.

“Why don’t you start by telling us why you ran away from home?” her father interrupted her train of thought. Zari swiveled towards Isha, “You never told them?” her hurt beginning to plague her voice. The young woman shook her head, “Zari, he threatened me as well.” Zari’s eyes widened slightly. “Who threatened you Isha?” Zari’s mother broke the silence.

“My Father,” T’Challa answered for the girls. He walked over Aiden sitting on his shoulders. His large brown eyes zeroed in on his mother. “Mama, why are you crying?” Zari smiled faintly, T’Challa allowed the child down. His feet immediately carrying him to his mother. “Is this him?” Isha asked, stooping down to face Aiden, the little boy held onto his mother’s hand, cautiously taking a step towards the stranger. Zari nodded. “Who are you?” Aiden asked.

“Isha,”Zari’s friend extended her hand for aiden to shake. “Aiden, this is your aunt,” Zari nudged her son. A small smile spread over his face before he accepted Zari’s handshake. “Zari what is going on?” Zari’s mother turned to her daughter once more. “Let’s talk inside. I’m sure you both have alo questions.

[ 2 Years Ago, New York and Wakanda ]

The door to Aiden’s room shut softly. His light snores drifted from under the door. Glancing at the clock, the soon to be college graduate knew it was time. She dialed the kings number and waited. ”hello?”the king answered.

”King T'chaka? This is Zari,” she began. “Hello my dear girl! How are you? How is the boy? May I speak with him?” The king fired off.

“When Hell freezes over,” the woman thought.“I am afraid he is asleep my king,” she answered.

“Very well then, what can I do for you?”the king asked. “I am set to graduate soon,” the girl began again. “I know. I am so proud of you. Your cords and cap and gown have all been paid for already. Was there a problem at the school?”

Zari interrupted, “no,no it’s just. I sent tickets for my parents to the palace. I was hoping you would let them come,” she trailed off. “No.” The only word from the kings mouth. “Please your majesty. My parents should be here for this. They already think I ran away. They won’t suspect a thing. If they ask why I’ll say it’s because of Aiden. I was pregnant, and I didn’t want to get T’Challa in trouble,” Zari was pleading now.

“No. Zari. I am afraid that is not possible.” The king ended. The line was silent for a minute before he spoke again. “Do send pictures of you and the boy.” The line clicked.

“Baba, who was that?” T’Challa strode into the room a minute later. “No one important,” T’Chaka dismissed. “It sounded like family,” The prince tried again. “No. One. Important. T’Challa.” The king roared suddenly. The prince took a few steps back in shock. “Do you not have a meeting to attend?” The king sighed. The prince nodded his head silently. “Very well then. I have work to do.” He dismissed T’Challa with the wave of a hand.

“Mama,?” Once in the hall T’Challa spotted his mother. . The queen smiled, turning towards her son. “Yes?”

“Do we have family in New York?” The prince questioned. He strode down the hall towards his mother. “Not that I am aware of,” she cocked her head to the side. She gracefully extended both hands palm up, an invitation for the now 21 year old. He walked into his mother’s arms, grasping her hands in his. “Why do you ask?”

“Baba,” I heard him yelling into the phone. “He wanted to talk to someone’s boy.” The prince rehashed. “Did you ask him about it?”

“I did, he insisted that it was “no one important’ before dismissing me.” The queen frowned, “I will speak with him about it, but I am sure it is nothing to worry about. It is probably just a war dog friend and their family.” The queen reasoned. “Thank you mama, I must go.” The prince pressed a kiss to her forehead before pulling away. “I shall see you at lunch,” the queen called after him.” “Of course Mama,” he smiled over his shoulder.

[ New York, Present Day ]

“So you left by force not by choice?” Zari’s mother sat on the couch next to her husband. Aiden sat in his father’s lap, his head resting lightly on his shoulder. Zari sat next to both of her boys, running her hand through Aiden’s curls. Isha watched the three interact quietly. “Yes, I was with child.” She added, stopping just before mentioning the father.

“That still does not explain King T’Chaka’s interest in you or Isha for that matter.” Zari’s father raised an eyebrow. “Well that’s the probken,” The young designer cleared her throat. “The prince is supposed to be celibate until marriage,” Zari’s voice died off looking back at T’Challa. The king cleared his throat twice before speaking, “If Zari had given birth to my child, the world would have known that we did not follow that particular rule.” The king gripped Zari’s hand on the couch, squeezing lightly. “So Aiden is your son?” Zari’s mother was the first to comprehend. Zari knew instantly, when her father understood as well.

“You got my daughter pregnant in High school!” he roared, leaping off of the couch, aiming right for T’Challa. The king quickly leapt out of the way, almost dropping Aiden in the process. With his son now hanging over one arm, the king made sure to to put some distance between himself and his almost father in law.

“Baba please,” Zari stood in front of her father, blocking his view of the king. Her father visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropping slightly. She helped her mother ushered him back to the couch, “He is the king. You can not just go lunging at him.” the older woman chastised her husband. “I don’t give a damn if he is the king. He defiled my daughter.”

“Baba please?” Zari pointed at his seat.

“No he has every right,” T’Challa offered, slowly creeping back around the couch. He handed Aiden to his mother, his little body trembling. The riddle immediately wrapped his arms around her neck, refusing to look anyone in the face. Zari’s fingers immediately began tracing circles on his back. Her lips quietly humming. “I didn’t mean to frighten him,” Zari’s father gestured at the child, currently occupying his daughter’s lap. Silence settled upon the room. Zari’s humming buzzed through the air unaccompanied.

“For six years, I had to live without my daughter. For six years, I lived with the guilt thinking that I had done something to make her want to leave me. Leave her mother. Her home. Now she’s all grown up with a child, and a life I know nothing about. I never saw her graduate. I mean she gave birth. Gave me a grandson. Now to find out I only missed it because your father wanted to protect your image. Can you imagine?”

“I am sorry,” the king lowered his head. “Sorry will not give me the past six years back your majesty,” her father hissed. “Ime Joffer, stop it. The man had nothing to do with it.” Zari’s mother reasoned. “But he is his father’s son,” he spit. “That does not mean I will make my father’s mistakes.” T’Challa asserted, his eyes scarcely hid the fire lurking behind them. “I knew nothing of my father’s plans. They were kept from me right up until his death. But I never stopped loving your daughter!”

“T’Challa you do not have to,” Zari placed a hand on his shoulder. “No! I need to say this.” He insisted, hands shaking with his words. Tears fell from his eyes, “I am the reason you are here. The reason you lived without your family. Gave birth to our son alone. I wake up every day knowing I am the reason. It bears down on my shoulders constantly. But I want to be there for you. With you. Beside you. There wasn’t a day I didn’t think about you. I’ll be damned if I let you get away from me again Zari. Much less let Aiden get away again. I may be my father’s son. But i will not continue my father’s mistakes.”

“T’Challa knew nothing,” Isha broke the tension “He came to me everyday looking for Zari for months, then years. I refused to tell him where she was.”

“You knew?” Zari breathed. The woman nodded. “I found out a week or so after you were gone. T’Chaka had guards trailing me everytime I left the house. They let it slip one day.”

“You told me-” T’Challa accused . “I know what I told you T’Challa!” She yelled.

“I told you what I had to say to keep your father from ripping the only family I had completely apart. He threatened to marry me off.” Pause. “Your father, he took everything from me. He took my parents from me. … I got a second chance with Zari and her family. I knew I had no way to keep from losing my parents the first time. This time I had a choice, and I made my decision. I did what I had to do to keep my family together this time.”

Aiden’s soft snores pierced the silence. All eyes fell on him, his mouth wide open. “I should put him to bed,” the young mother pushed herself up off of the couch. “I can do it,”The king offered. “No, you stay here son. We’ll go with her.” Zari’s father glared. T’Challa acquiesced, settling back into his seat on the couch. Zari smiled as her parents followed her into Aiden’s room.

The door shut slowly behind them. Zari placed Aiden in her mother’s arm. The couple studied the boy’s features, Zari’s hands digging through the piles of clothing for some pajamas. “You have done well for yourself.” Ime, Zari’s father, commented. His eyes ran over the pictures on the wall. “The king paid for most of it...Gave us a house,” Zari began pushing Aiden’s sleeping form into his pajamas, “Put me through college. Gave us a monthly allowance.”

“He did everything I should’ve done.” Zari’s hands stilled. A frown etched its way onto her face. “Baba,” she began softly. She pulled the covers over Aiden. “This is not your fault.”

“Ime please,” Zari’s mother went to stand beside her husband. “I should’ve been here. I should have been searching. I knew pieces of the puzzle didn’t fit together, but I chose my country. I chose my country over my daughter.”

“But I am here now Baba. We can not change the past. Though we can build from the present.” She walked over to her father, his back tensed under her touch.

“You lied to me,” T’Challa accused once the family was out of earshot. “I did what I had to do,” Isha’s finger pounded the leather of the couch.

“For who? You knew I loved her!”

“But She was disposable to your father!”

“I would have protected her!”

“You were not king!”

“I loved her!”

“So did I! Do not bullshit yourself T’Challa! I will not help you post into your victim/ failed savior complex!”

You knew she was carrying my son!”

I knew she was safer away from your father!”

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[airis-paris14]

Redemption

Summary: One person, a secret, and and ocean tore them apart. Six years later, they find their way back together. But a rekindled love is not Redemption.

Warnings: angst

Author’s Note at the end.

“Mommy?”Zari’s head shot up as she glanced over at her son.

“Yes baby,” she questioned her six year old as they walked down the street together. It was their traditional Friday ritual to get a snack after school on the last Friday of the month. As it was getting hotter as summer approached Zari had let her son choose an ice cream shop on the way back to their townhouse.

“Today Dion’s dad brought food for the whole class for his birthday, why don’t I have a dad?” The question was simple enough, but had a complicated answer.

How do you explain to your child that his father didn’t know he existed, that her home country had shunned her when people found out she was pregnant. How does she explain that her son’s grandfather paid for their city townhome and her to finish college, in exchange for her staying silent and away from his son.

Zari’s thoughts were shattered as her son yanked on her hand again, “mommy where’s my daddy?”

The young mother’s heart broke. She’s been able to avoid this questions for six years, and in six years time she had not been able to come up with an actual lie that would suit the questions she knew were to follow.

As he had grown Aiden had begun to look more and more like her which she was grateful for. But his face was still a mirror image of a young T’Challa. He had also inherited his father’s knowledge and charm. His curiosity knew no bounds.

“Um, that’s a long story baby. He about that be our bedtime story tonight ok?” Zari glanced at her son as he finished his ice cream. She squatted down and wiped his face clean before leading him to the trash can. After throwing away their trash they headed up to their condo.

Even though she had been forced from her home country in the night, her exile had been comfortable. The King T’Chaka purchased a three bedroom townhouse in the Harlem neighborhood of New York. The spacious townhome had a small backyard and plenty of room for the small family of two.

After she gave birth to her son, checks arrived regularly. At first Zari refused to cash them, until the king wrote her saying he wished to help his grandson live a royal life without the title. Biting back any snide remarks Zari cashed the checks and put them in a separate bank account for Aiden to go to college and have when he gets older.

After graduating Parsons School For Design in New York, Zari began working as a costume designer for major broadway shows. In her spare time she created her own fashion line and simply raided past shows wardrobes to dress herself without having to touch the King’s money.

Her jobs on broadway paid well enough and she and Aiden enjoyed an average middle class life. The trees around them rustled as they walked in silence. As their townhome loomed over them, up the street a strange sensation set every hair on Zari’s body on end.

Hurrying her son along Zari quickly walked up the steps and ushered him inside. “What’s wrong Mama?” The little boy whimpered as his mother grabbed the key from its hiding place behind the doorbell and stared at the sky.

A blue light licked the tops of the clouds and Zari’s suspicions were confirmed. “Nothing baby. I need you to listen to me very closely. I need you to go upstairs and sit on your bed until mama comes and gets you ok?” Aiden nodded as his mother rubbed his lapel. Zari kissed the kindergartener’s cheek before sending him upstairs.

Once Aiden shut his door she quickly ran around and placed all family photos of her and Aiden away in drawers. “I thought he said they would never come for him,” Zari mumbled fearing that her son’s grandfather had changed his mind and had arrived to collect his grandson. As soon as the last photo was hidden, two knocks sounded at the front door.

Zari took a deep breath before walking over to the door. She opened the door and saluted the two women who walked in. “Prove who you are,”they watched expectedly as Zari displayed her inner pinky finger and the characters printed there lit up blue.

Satisfied the woman struck their Spears into the floor and in walked a man dressed in an all black suit. His beard was perfectly trimmed and his hairline immaculately sharp.

His voice warmed her insides as he spoke. “Leave us in peace.” The two Dora Milaje bowed before standing on the front porch.

When the door clicked shut he turned back to Zari.

She broke the silence, “I was worried you were your father.” His gaze lightened.

“How come you never told me?” He turned away from the woman examining her home.

“What did I never tell you T’Challa?” Zari asked innocently determined to discover what he knew already. “Do not play dumb with me Zari,” he slammed the book he was looking at back on the bookshelf.

“It is not you who I am playing dumb for T’Challa,” She retorted crossing her arms over her chest. “Is it my father? The man you have been extorting money from for six years? Is that the man you are lying for, so you can keep your steady income rolling in?” He scoffed as he turned back to the woman.

“Extortion? So this about the money?” Zari scoffed. “Take your father’s money. Tell him to stop sending those infernal checks.”Zari stomped over to a large secretary desk and took out the check book for Aiden’s account. She pulled out her phone and begin to write down the balance.

“Zari, what are you doing,” T’Challa walked over to the woman as she ripped out the check. She thrust it into his chest. “Take it. This is all the money your father ever gave me. Down to the last cent, take it.”

“Zar I don’t want the money. I want my son,” T’Challa locked eyes with the woman.

“How did you find out? You were never supposed to find out.” The young mother whispered. “I made a promise, your father, he’s going to kill me.” Zari panicked. She turned away from T’Challa and begin putting the checkbook up. Her breathing heavy as she tried to process what was happening. “Everything we have is because of him,” she whimpered.

“Zar, my father is dead.” Zari looked up relief then sadness draping her features. “I was going through the country checkbooks when I saw money going out to an American account. Under some other papers I found a letter. To you Zari, about my son. Our son, I thought you were extorting money from my father.” T’Challa sighed going over to lean next to the woman on desk.

Zari walked over to the old oak desk and opened the bottom left drawer. She pulled out a wooden carved box and opened the beautiful lock with the glowing tattoo on her finger.

“What is this?” T’Challa asked walking up behind her as she pulled a stack of letters out of the box. “They are all the letters that accompanied the checks your father sent over the years.” The yellow worn letters crinkled softly as T’Challa’s eyes scanned the pages. After a few minutes of silence Zari plucked a letter from the bottom of the pile.

“This has the answers you are looking for I believe,” T’Challa smiled softly before grabbing the letter.

Dear Zari,

Again I apologize for the circumstances under which this has happened, but this must happen for the well-being of T’Challa and Wakanda. Our king cannot have children from his past walking around seeking a path to the throne. That is why you are receiving this letter under the cover of darkness. I know you have dreams of going to school so I am sending you to America. You will be staying in New York. Once you arrive please let my officials know which school you plan to attend and I will pay your way. I have set you up with a doctor who is a war dog and he will take care of you and the baby. Please do not write to my son or any member of my family again. T’Challa will never know you were pregnant or that this son exists. If he does then our deal will be off. You will be forever exiled from our country and left alone in America. So I believe it is in your best interest, and that of your unborn child, to follow my plan and proceed as though T’Challa never existed. In exchange I will provide all you need and your son will be free from any royal obligations and will be able to remain with you. Again I am sorry this must proceed this way, but you and my son are both too young to marry and he needs no hindrances in becoming king.

All the best,

King T’Chaka of Wakanda

T’Challa looked down I disbelief as he read his father’s words. “He kept my own son from me. He paid you to keep quiet. And you accepted it? You knew I loved you. I would have done anything for you!” T’Challa’s pain manifested itself as anger as he lashed out on the woman.

“What was I supposed to do your highness! I was taken from my bedroom. Not even my parents were allowed to go with me. Taken form the only country I’d ever known at 18. I was pregnant and alone living in a new city by myself. What could I do? What would you have had me do!” Tears ran down Zari’s cheeks as she stared at him.

“You could have told me,” he whispered back. “I was going to tell you the next day. We had a date planned. I was so nervous the next thing I knew I was in America, alone and pregnant, exiled from the only country I’d ever known.” She wiped her face as she neatly stacked the letters and placed them back in their box.

“I am sorry,” T’Challa whispered. Those three words broke the walls around Zari’s heart. Her eyes flooded with tears, she broke down and sobbed over the letters. The pages wilting with her tears.

She had made it through the last six years alone and now it seemed all she’d ever wanted to hear was I am sorry. She turned before melting into T’Challa’s arms as he pulled her into an embrace.

“Can I meet our son?” T’Challa whispered into her neck as she held him close. She pulled herself away and nodded before quietly walking up the stairs to Aiden’s bedroom. She rapped on the door before walking in. “Hey baby,” Zari sat next to her son on his bed. “Hey mommy. Does this mean I can get up I’m starving.” Zari smiled as her son hopped off the bed.

She reached out and pulled him back to her. “You remember how we talked about Dion and his dad today?” He nodded.

“Well there’s someone downstairs who wants to meet you. Would you like to go?” Zari searches the young boy’s face.

“Yes ma’am,” she smiled as he grabbed her hand. She took a deep breath before leading him down the stairs.

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[airis-paris14]

Redemption 2

Summary: One person, a secret, and and ocean tore them apart. Six years later, they find their way back together. But a rekindled love is not Redemption.

Warnings: angst

A/N: Y’all seem like y’all like it or whatever. So imma post another chapter or whatever. I’m going to be posting the next chapter of Take a Break tomorrow.

Hello,” Aiden walked over to his father and stretched out his hand. T’Challa looked at Zari before looking back at his son. He reached out and took his hand.

“What’s your name?” Aiden asked the man. “I am T’Challa, What is your name?”

“I’m Aiden and that’s my mommy. I don’t have a daddy.” T’Challa’s smile shattered into a million pieces.

“Well Aiden, baby that’s what we need to talk about.” Zari leaned down and smoothed his lapel out of habit. “This is your father baby boy,” Zari clasped her son’s hand in her own. His little eyes widened as he looked back at T’Challa.

“If you are my dad why did you wait so long to show up?” He asked traces of sadness written throughout this voice. T’Challa moved closer to the edge of the couch. “I am sorry it took me this long to find you. But I did not know where you were for a long time. Your mother did not know how to reach me either.” T’Challa explained to the boy.

“If you’re my dad, does that mean you will bring me food on my birthday?” Aiden asked innocently. T’Challa glanced at Zari. She nodded to him over Aiden’s shoulder. “Yes,” T’Challa smiled nodding at the same time as Zari.

“Great, now Mommy can we eat?” The boy turned to face his mother. Zari laughed a full bellied laugh as her son walked towards the kitchen. “Aiden you just ate son.”

“That was ice cream and this is fish,” he grinned before vanishing into the kitchen. “I swear this boy will eat me out of house and home. He’s only six.” Zari laughed as she moved to pull all of the pictures out from their hiding spots. T’Challa followed her, catching glimpses of her and his son.

Zari turned and bumped into T’Challa. “I’m sorry your majesty, would you like to stay for dinner?” Zari blushed.

“Yes I would, only if you do not mind. And please Zari, I will always be just T’Challa to you.”

Zari’s cheeks flushed red before she she nodded and walked into the kitchen.

Aiden and T’Challa sat at the table speaking animatedly as Zari began frying fish. Once the macaroni sat finished on the counter Zari turned to her son, “strawberries or no strawberries today?” She grinned as Aiden pondered the question. “Strawberries!” He smiled at his mom.

“Good choice,” She replied as she grabbed the fresh strawberries to put on his salad. “Daddy, would you like some strawberries?” Aiden asked as he ran over to help his mom choose the strawberries.

A grin spread over T’Challa’s face as he stared open mouthed at Zari. “Yeah, Yeah I would love some,” Aiden beamed as he brought the salad to his dad.

After saying grace the family dug in. “This is delicious Zar, I don’t remember you being able to cook,” the king commented as he wiped his mouth. Zari’s face fell slightly. “You have to learn a lot when you’re alone,” she shot the king a small smile. T’Challa cleared his throat as Aiden piped up over the wooden table.

“Is daddy gonna walk me to Dion’s party Mama?” Zari quickly checked her watch. “Oh baby have you packed? I forgot about Dion’s sleep over.” Zari stood up and quickly rinsed her plate and washed it.

As she dried her hands Aiden responded. “Almost mommy I didn’t know which outfit to pack for tomorrow.” He explained as he ate his strawberries. “Aiden eat the salad too,” Zari gently reprimanded as T’Challa walked over to the sink. “I’ll help you pack for him,” T’Challa offered as he placed his plate on the drying rack.

“Aiden finish dinner. Daddy and I are going to get your stuff ok? I expect all those vegetables gone when I get back young man,” Zari lead T’Challa up the stairs. Aiden crossed his arms into an X before diving into the salad.

“You taught him the salute?” T’Challa inquired as they walked up the stairs. “Yeah, it’s the only piece of home I could give him, besides the stories. He knows not to teach it to anyone else and only does it to me.” Zar finished climbing the stairs.

When they walked into Aiden’s room, the young mother sighed as she stared at the empty suitcase. The only thing packed was a pair of socks, a tooth brush, and his favorite sneakers. “He calls this packed?” She mumbled as she walked over to his dresser to grab his pajamas.

“I’m afraid he gets that from his father,” T’Challa chuckled as he grabbed the pajamas from Zari. “I never was able to pack. One thing was always missing,” he chuckled folding the pajamas. “So you let our son spend the night over random peoples houses often?”

Zari sighed and tucked the socks into Aiden’s shoes. “Don’t start T’Challa. The Davises are a good family. The parents always talk a little before they leave the kids. You are welcome to join us if you would like.” Zari grabbed the pajamas from his hands and folded them correctly.

“I would like to, if you don’t mind.” He smiled as she threw the pajamas and another outfit into the bag. “I want two of the Dora to stay with him tonight,” T’Challa re-folded Aiden’s outfit correctly. “No.” Zari responded as she watched him zip the suitcase. His head shot up, “what do you mean no? He is my son.”

“Yes he is your son too T’Challa but I have been his mother alone for the past six years. You do not get to walk in here and start demanding things,” A beat.” I trust them. Besides this is a group of six year olds, women with big spears is not exactly the most comforting thing around. He doesn’t know he is royalty and neither do any of them ok? So no warriors guarding OUR son tonight. Trust me. Besides you forgot underwear,” Zari unzipped the suitcase and packed her son’s underwear and favorite nightlight and toys.

The afternoon found the unconventional family standing on the front porch of a brownstone as the sun set over the city. The large door opened and a little boy about Aiden’s height ran out to greet his friend. “Dion James Davis how many times have I told you not to open the door,” a a thirty year old woman appeared on the front porch. She stopped yelling and smiled as she noticed Zari and T’Challa. She engulfed Zari in a hug.

“How are you Layla?”Zari asked. “I’m good. James is in the Den with the other boys,” Layla nodded as she glanced at T’Challa.

“Look Dion I’ve got my own dad too!” Aiden exclaimed as his friend jumped with him “Cool! David brought a new dump truck come on,” Dion pulled on Aiden’s arm. Before they crossed the threshold Zari cleared her throat. “Aren’t you forgetting something Aiden?”

The little boy ran over and hugged his mom. He kissed her cheek before running over to T’Challa and hugging his leg as well. Bye mama, bye daddy!” T’Challa grinned as his son ran into the house.

“Please come in,” Layla gestured as Zari grabbed T’Challa’s hand and lead him into the living room. On the small couch sat a few other parents. “Hey Zari,” echoed around the room as the parents greeted Aiden’s mom.

“Hey everybody, this is Aiden’s father T’Challa,” Zari introduced T’Challa to the group. “Ah it’s so nice to meet you!” An older woman greeted from across the room. “We were wondering if we’d ever meet the illustrious mister right. This girl has refused everyman we tried to set her up with. No one could compare to Aiden’s father,” The older woman chuckled as Zari flushed a deep red.

“It was very nice to see you all again but we must really be going,” Zari declared feeling the intense need to flee the scene. T’Challa grinned as she pulled him from the room. “It was nice to meet you all,” he smiled as he was drug from the room by Zari.

“The illustrious Mr. Right?” T’Challa joked as they headed back to her home. “Moving on,” she laughed as she bumped his shoulder. “Why are you here?” She asked in all seriousness as they headed up the street.

“What do you mean I came to meet my son,” he stared at her bewildered. “Ok you’ve met him,so what happens now? Your father exiled us, are you trying to bring us home? Are you going to acknowledge him as your son?” She stopped and looked at T’Challa.

“Yes he is my flesh and blood. I will acknowledge him as my own. But I also came back for his mother.”

Zari looked away and sighed. “T’Challa please,” she started. “No hear me out,” he pleaded grabbing her hands, “you were ripped from me six years ago, you didn’t show up for the senior ball, no one knew where you were. It hurt enough knowing you were gone but you carried our child as well. I lost two people that night, I want to make this right.”

“T’Challa just because I have your son and you want to spend time with him, WE don’t have to get back together. I don’t need him to be legitimized, you being a part of his life is more than I ever thought we would get.” Zari turned and started walking again. He ran up and caught her hand.

“Zar look at me,” she didn’t move, “ Zar it is not about legitimizing our child. It is about me still being in love with his mother. As far as I’m concerned we never broke up. Look me in my eye and tell me you have no feelings for me what so ever and I’ll leave it alone. I’ll be a father to my son and will never make a move on you again.”

“We should get back before it gets dark,” Zari continued walking to the townhouse.

“Zar....” he pleaded.

“I don’t know T’Challa. I still love you but I think we should just focus on Aiden right now ok? How long are you in town?”

“As long as it takes,”he slipped his hand into hers.

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[airis-paris14]

Redemption 5

Summary: One person, a secret, and and ocean tore them apart. Six years later, they find their way back together. But a rekindled love is not Redemption.

Warnings: fluff, mixed signals, feels.

Zari tossed and turned in the bed before rolling into her back. Suddenly the big bed was too lonely. She tried to convince herself it was the wrong thing to do as she creaked open the bedroom door. Surely T’Challa had had a long journey and needed his rest too.

She told herself it was a horrible idea, as she clicked the door shut quietly before tiptoeing down the hall. This was the worst idea she had had in a minute she chastised herself. Yet Their she stood in front of T’Challa’s door for a minute. “The man is here for a few hours, and suddenly I can’t sleep alone,” She grumbled. A sigh escaped her lips as she mustered the strength to knock in the door.

“T’Challa?” She called softly. Silence settled on the hallway. As she turned to head black down the hall the door creaked open, “Zar?” His sleepy voice sent fire through her veins as she turned to face him.

“Are you alright?”he rasped. “Yeah, yeah I’m sorry I was just gonna, but it’s not important.” She awkwardly shrugged and gestured before waking away from him. “Zar, I know when you’re lying,” he smiled.

“Ok my bed felt lonely so I was going to see if I could sleep with you. But now I see that that is silly so.”

He smiled. “Zar,” she turned to face him. He pulled his door all the way open and gestured in. “Ladies first.”

Zari blushed and slid under the comforter. T’Challa shut the door and slid in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I told you, I’ll take care of you. Just ask for what you need..” His head burrowed into the crook of her shoulder. He pulled her waist flush against him and they both drifted off to sleep.

Zari was used to dreamless nights, the calm often allowed her thoughts to bounce around. But tonight, her brain was laser focused on one thing. The African king that was currently wrapped around her body. T’Challa. His soft snores, the musical score of her dream world as she floated from scenario to scenario.

The early morning sun filtered in through the window, landing on Zari’s eyes. The young woman groaned and carefully peeled herself from T’Challa. Pulling the covers back up over his sleeping frame, she tiptoed down the stairs.

Clicking on the vintage radio, Zari quickly scoped the cabinet and brought out the ingredients for strawberry pancakes.

The soft strains of R&B kept her motivated. She mixed and fried a dozen pancakes. She clicked off the electric stove and placed the pancakes in the warming oven.

She began a pot of coffee as she mixed the ingredients to make her pancake icing. The soft padding of feet down the stairs alerted her to T’Challa’s presence. “Good morning,” she cooed.

She grabbed the linen towel off of the stove and pulled the pancakes out of the warmer. “Good morning,” his morning voice sent chills down Zari’s spine.

“How many pancakes would you like?” Zari asked pulling two off the plate for herself. She drizzled her famous icing over them before sprinkling strawberries over the top. T’Challa’s hands frightened her as they snaked around her waist.

“I’ll have whatever you have,” he whispered. His lips trailed over the back of her neck. “T’Challa,” she whimpered. “Aiden, remember.”

T’Challa pressed a final kiss to her collarbone before removing his arms from around her waist. “I’m sorry, I know it’s frustrating. I’m just not ready to get back to being in a relationship with someone.” Zari sighed.

“No,” he held up his hand, “do not apologize. I’m not gonna rush you into anything you aren’t ready for. Just remind me when I make you uncomfortable.”

Zari nodded before handing him a plate of pancakes. “Thank you,”he smiled. “What’s on the agenda today?” He asked the mother as she cut into her fluffy stack. “Well after we eat we have to pick Aiden up from Dion’s house. Then I have work tonight. Tonight we assign costumes for my new show. You’re welcome to spend the evening with Aiden,” she offered.

“What do you usually do on days like this”T’Challa stated. “Usually Aiden just goes with me. He stays out of trouble and people usually don’t mind. You can tag along if you’d like.”

“If you do not mind. I would love to.” He grinned. A Sudden knock at the door startled both of you. “I’ve got it !” You heaved yourself out of the chair. “You sure?” T’Challa asked. “Yes I’m fine, sit down and finish those pancakes so we can pick up Aiden.” Zari laughed waving him away.

She pulled open the large door to reveal one of her old friends. “Okoye?” Zari’s eyes widened as the other woman stared on in shock as well. “Zari!”she cried flinging her arms around the woman. Both women cried and laughed as they looked over each other.

“I should have known that this is where here was sneaking off to. How did he find you? I can’t believe he found you! It’s been so long, how are you?” She rambled on.

“I’m fine Okoye, just homesick. A lot has changed since I was taken.” Zari sighed. “Taken?” Okoye questioned. “It is a long story that I plan to tell you someday, just not today,” Zari smiled.

“As long as you promise I’ll see you again,” the woman insisted. “I promise.” Zari grinned. “Well tell the king I brought his clothes. And thank you for letting him stay here.”

“No problem, we’ve had a lot to catch up on. “I bet!” Okoye smirked. “I’ll see you later,” She saluted before walking off, but knowing Okoye, she wasn’t that far away.

Zari shut the door smiling and carried the duffel bag into the kitchen. The designer sat it on the kitchen counter an grabbed another pancake. She settled onto the stool next to T’Challa. “Okoye?” He asked.

“Umm hmm,” the woman smiled giddily, unable to hold back her laughter. “I missed your laugh,” T’Challa smiled. The mother blushed cleaning away both of the plates.

“Umm, Okoye brought your clothes, if you wanna shower before we get Aiden you should do it quickly.” She I nformed him as she headed up the stairs.

T’Challa dug through his bag and pulled out a small bag. He quickly grabbed his duffel before heading up to the shower. Twenty minutes later Zari walked down the stairs to grab some water. As the fridge door closed, the mother spotted the box over the top of her water.

Curious she walked over to the King’s box and peered at the top.

Just open it Zar.

T’Challa’s hand writing still made Zari smile. After so many years he could still read her like a book. She pulled off the top of the box and revealed a sleek gray oval. She popped open the capsule and gasped. There in the black fabric rested a set of kimoyo beads. She noticed a note tucked in the corner.

Six years is too long to be without loved ones.

Zari stared at the box for a few minutes before she heard him enter the room. “Do you remember how to use them?” He asked moving closer. Zari’s mouth opened and closed before she finally resorted to shaking her head.

“Would you like some help?” He laughed. The mother slapped his chest before handing him the capsule. He grabbed the bracelet from the fabric and held it up to her ear. She felt a slight tingle as the bead read her information. The bead glowed purple before returning to their normal state.

T’Challa grinned before slowly raising the beads over her wrist. “I’m truly sorry you’ve been separated this long. It should have your parents numbers in there as well as Isha’s number,” Zari cut him off as she pressed her lips to his.

Zari pulled back shocked as she stood there, her fingers gripping his lapel. “I’m sorry,” she blushed trying to pull away. “For what?” T’Challa smiled pulling her back to him. “I feel like I’m giving you mixed signals and that’s not fair.”

“I’ll take what I can get, and I’ll accept whatever decision you make. But, we’re just focusing on Aiden. Right?” He rubbed circles on her back. Zari nodded before leaving his embrace to grab her keys. “Speaking of Aiden, you ready?” She nodded towards the door.

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Redemption Masterlist (11/2/18)

1|| The Secret

2|| A Truth Revealed

3||I’ve Got a Daddy Too!

4||For Now

5|| A Long Way from Normal

6|| Ready?

7||One Fateful Day

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