flashback no3

warning: mention of miscarriage, blood, pain, crying, pregnancy, sickness, fainting, black panther two spoilers

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authors pov

09:57 AM. WAKANDA, AFRICA

y/n wakes up. but not in her room. in t'challa's room. of course, she did spend the night there. like always. she never usually spends the night in her own room of the palace. t'challa always manages to take her away. y/n goes to move but t'challa's muscle arms around her waist stop her. she groans slightly, her black bonnet hanging off her head.

"t'challa," she whispers, shaking him. "t'challa," he mumbles something which she can't hear and keeps his head buried in her chest. "t'challa,"

t'challa hums, his eyes closed.

"can you let go?" t'challa loosens his extremely toned arms around y/n's waist, letting her breath. she gets off the queen-sized bed, walking to the ensuite bathroom. 

y/n rubs her stomach with a smile on her face. she's pregnant. her and t'challa. a child. he knows, it's the reason why he never leaves her side. not like he did before.

"sthandwa?" t'challa calls out. "are you alright?"

"yeah!" y/n nods. "just-" y/n vomits, cutting off her words, being sick in the sink of the bathroom. t'challa jogs into the room, rubbing y/n's back. 

"it's okay," he says, trying to soothe her. "it's okay..."

y/n sighs, not feeling anymore vomit in her throat. she lies against the bathtub, in slight pain. t'challa gives her a place of water for her to rinse out the stomach acid from her mouth. 

"thank you," y/n drinks it, feeling a bit better and rising out the acid from her mouth. 

"you feel better?" t'challa says, looking at her. he helps her up, taking the glass of water, putting it down. y/n nods with a small smile. 

"i-" she gasps in pain, feeling the blood drip down from her legs. "fuck-i-t'challa-" t'challa tries to hold y/n up, but she goes limp in his arms. 

"baba! mama! okoye!" he shouts, all three of them running into the room. ramonda hands fly to her mouth seeing y/n limp in t'challa's arms. 

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she lost her son. they both did. y/n lies on her bed, tears spilling from her [eye colour] eyes. her beautiful baby boy. toussaint would've been his name. her father's name. her red locs all over her face. t'challa sits down on the bed, y/n not even reacting. 

"y/n..." t'challa mumbles, cuddling over to her. 

"i lost him," y/n cries. "i lost our son, i am so sorry. i-" y/n bursts into tears, covering her hands over her face. y/n is known to be a strong woman. her crying? very rare. very very rare. and very sad. 

"hey, hey," t'challa says, hugging her. he kisses her forehead, wiping the tears from her face. "you didn't lose him. his time just isn't now. it's okay, my queen. okay? we've got this together,"