Halfway Done With Tonights Chapter. Is It Normal For A Writer To Get Sympathy Cramps When She Knows Her

Halfway done with tonight’s chapter. Is it normal for a writer to get sympathy cramps when she knows her main character/reader is about to get knocked up?

Yay! New chapter’s out! Good night folks!

Chapter Two.

Summary: You and M’Baku will take whatever ‘alone time’ you can get as parents, even if it includes a rather unpleasant parenting task.

Pairing: M’Baku x Female* Reader 

Word Count: 800 

A/N: First off, I want to apologize for this being very late and very short. Things have been absolutely nuts for me the last week, and will continue to be for another week after now. This chapter is more of a filler to get from point A to point B. The next chapter will be NSFW, juicier and much longer. Thank you for your patience!

* As with all of my Black Panther content, the reader is black. 

Enjoy!

“Ololufemi (my darling) - I fear I may have underestimated our enemy,” M’Baku reports, squaring his shoulders in the face of adversity.

“Nonsense,” you cluck. “You are the King of the mountains. There is nothing you cannot handle.” You do your best to wrap your arms around his waist, coming up short by several inches.

“This is like any other battle we have faced. And, as always, the secret to any battle is -”

“- Obobo!” A small foot kicks aimlessly into the air. “Iya, obobo!”

M’Baku’s hand dwarfs Tayo’s small chest, resting lightly on his son’s chest to keep him in place on the changing table. It wasn’t long after you had dropped your children off at their lessons that Tayo began to fuss, wafting a particular odor that told you to hurry back home.

The downside of being a vegetarian meant a high fiber diet. And a high fiber diet meant lots of diaper changes from all of your children, none particularly pleasant once they’ve begun to eat solids. As long as your husband was home – he made a point to change your children’s diapers himself. Judging from the way his nose was scrunched up, M’Baku was definitely regretting that choice in the face of this particularly stinky diaper.

“Easy, mi omokunrin (my son). Baba can help too.” You couldn’t help but giggle at the slight twinge of jealousy in his voice, unused to not being the favorite. M’Baku moved his free hand to reach for a clean diaper, first taking the opportunity to pinch one of your ass cheeks in retaliation for your laughter.

“Hey!” you yelped, taking the hint and peeling yourself away from your boys. Waste basket in hand, you returned just in time to provide the method of disposal.

“Four more months, my love. Then he will be ready for potty training.” Your comfort may have had more effect if not for your nasally tone, giving away the fact that you were holding your breath in order to speak. The look M’Baku gave you was unimpressed to say the least.

“Baba, obobo?” Tayo asked hopefully. “Pease?”

Now that you had weaned Tayo off of his first nap of the day, the mid-morning snack of ‘obobo’ was not to be overlooked. You disposed of the baby garbage and met your husband mid-way, exchanging a freshly changed toddler for the empty waste basket.

“Thank you Baba.” You praised, having to meet him halfway a second time to give him a kiss on the cheek. It was hard to tell who looked more pleased with themselves – M’Baku or Tayo.

“Would you like something to eat before you leave?” You offered, strapping your youngest into his high chair and moving to wash your hands. You felt more than heard M’Baku settle behind you, reaching around your frame to steal some of the soap and water for his own hands.

“No thank you, beautiful.” He pressed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. “I will only be gone for an hour or so. Then I will be home to help you with our boys – and tomorrow you’ll have me all to yourself.”

His tone prompted a familiar flutter inside your chest – among another part of your anatomy. After the battle against Killmonger two weeks ago, the subsequent changes had kept both of you extremely busy on the political front. Two weeks ago your children had gotten their first taste at the world outside Jabari Land, and they’d been itching for more ever since.

Of course – your sons loved their home. But you would be remised to deny them a chance to further explore beyond the confines that used to exist between the Jabari and the rest of Wakanda. Especially if that meant Zoputan, your most trusted advisor and best friend, taking your sons off your hands for a day to tour further with T’Challa and Nakia.

“An entire day with the love of my life? Whatever will we do?” You teased, smiling fondly when M’Baku used the towel to dry your hands for you. “That is your decision. But I’m confident I will thoroughly enjoy whatever choice you make.”

Before your banter could continue any further a small whimper reminded you of your poor boy still waiting for his snack. Eyes widening, you moved towards the refrigerator to retrieve the pineapple – obobo – Tayo had patiently waited for. M’Baku distracted your son by peppering kisses to his chubby little cheeks in an effort to stop any potential tears.

“I’ll see you for lunch?” he offered, leaning down to give you a kiss now that your baby was occupied. “I can’t wait.”

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Sorry guys, I can guarantee there will be no new content posted for tomorrow. I’ll try to work on my series for friday, but even then no guarentees.

I got my feelings hurt pretty badly tonight. I’m an emotional person, and when I break up with a friend on tumblr just being on the site gives me an anxiety attack. I don’t think anyone likes being called names - but if you have a hug to spare I could use it right now.

FYI - I do care about you guys. I try to never be rude, but I’m not perfect. I’m just.. sorry.

Sorry guys - new chapter will be complete tomorrow. My Mom caught the flu and I spent the afternoon scrambling around for her.