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[BONUS CHAPTER]

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"Fuck," Makena cried, her back pressed against the wall of her room. Her back slid down the wall, sitting down on the hardwood floors with her knees pulled to her chest. Her emotions were all over the place, clearly. Makena's hand went to the ring around her neck and she couldn't help but cry even harder.

It was almost seven years since she lost her brother. And not her blood one, but her brother/best friend Erik. She wanted to see him, hug him, talk to him. She missed everything about him. When they'd watch movies all night and make fun of or insult the characters. She missed when Erik would tease her about a girl she had eyed too long. She missed when he'd purposely FaceTime her when she was hanging out with a girl and he'd say the most embarrassing thing. She missed when they got high together.

She missed every single moment she spent with him.

Makena ran a hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself from crying because it made her feel weak mentally. She couldn't help but let out a sad chuckle as she recalled the time they got so high they forgot their names. Makena crawled over the corner of the room and moved the black chair. She used her powers to pull open the floorboard where a briefcase laid, dusty in all. Makena pulled it out and went to blow the dust off but she took notice of the door opening.

Kena quickly put the briefcase back and closed the floorboard. She moved the chair back and sat down on the bed. Kena looked at the ceiling, letting her mind drift off as she fiddled with her wedding ring. The door creaked open and Shuri walked in, a worried look on her face as she looked at her wife. "Kena? You okay?" Shuri walked over to the bed, pulling off her coat and setting it on the chair.

Kena blinked, pulling herself from her daze on the ceiling. "What?"

Shuri sighed, she knew these were one of the worst times of the year for Makena. The only times Makena got like this where around the death dates of Erik, Kenni, Zach, Ramonda, T'Challa and Natasha Romanoff. She wasn't usually affected by Zenna's death. The most she'd do was visit her grave with flowers and stay for an hour but there was nothing really to much to miss about Zenna. She wasn't there mentally for most of Makena's life and Makena accepted that and got over it.

"Do you want to go visit him?" Shuri asked, moving to sit herself next to Makena.

"What's the point? I won't ever be able to see him again." Makena stood up and walked out of the room. Shuri blinked, a bit caught off guard by Makena's behavior. But it was nothing new. Makena dealt with her pain differently than Shuri. Kena would smoke, drink, and do anything to distract herself. Shuri would drown herself in her work. Neither were healthy but it worked for them anyways. Even if they tried to help each other, it was no use.

Shuri quickly got off the bed and went downstairs. She walked to the door to the basement and went to open it but it appeared to be locked. Shuri furrowed her brows and knocked on the door. "Open this door or I'll break it." Shuri spoke, loud enough for Makena to hear her.

Makena let out an annoyed groan and opened the door, but not letting Shuri inside as she blocked it off. "You can't just threaten to break my door, Shuri." Makena stated, clearly agitated but not with Shuri. "I wouldn't have to threaten to break it if you didn't lock it. What are you doing down there?" Shuri questioned, getting more frustrated with Makena.

"It's none of your business."

"You're my wife, it is my business. So are you going to show me or do I have to see for myself?" Shuri raised a brow and Makena rolled her eyes. "Don't give me attitude." Shuri gripped Kena's waist and moved her out of the way before walking into the room. Shuri looked around the room taking notice of how messy it was. Glass was shattered on the floors, holes from punches were in the walls, everything was scattered everywhere. It worried Shuri deeply.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" Shuri asked, tears threatening to fall. She didn't want to feel like it was her fault but she did. Maybe if she checked on Makena more often and spent more time with her than Makena wouldn't be feeling like this.

"It's not your fault," Makena mumbled.

"I didn't say it was," Shuri denied. Makena scoffed, "You don't have to say it. I already know. And it's not your fault. I'm dealing with my own shit okay? It's not about you." Shuri pulled her eyes away from the room and back to her wife.

"Why didn't you tell me, my love?" Shuri walked over, careful of the glass on the floor. "Because you shouldn't have to deal with my mental problems. I've been dealing with this shit since I was a teenager, I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help." Makena said and Shuri took notice of Makena's shaky hands.

"But you do, Makena. This isn't healthy. None of this is healthy. The way you cope in general is not healthy. We vowed to each other, no more secrets. You can come to me when you're feeling like this, feeling like anything, you can come to me. I'm your wife, Makena. I know we're still new to this marriage thing, especially yourself, but married couples come to each other with stuff like this. I can help you, Kena. Let me help you." Shuri gently cupped Makena's face, and wiped her tears with her thumbs.

"I just wanna see my family again. I wanna see them." Makena cried. Shuri let her tears fall and wrapped her arms around Kena. Shuri dropped to her knees as Makena hadn't been able to keep standing. She brought Makena closer, letting her cry on her chest as she rubbed her back comfortingly. "I know, I know." Shuri mumbled.

"Why did everyone have to leave us?" Shuri licked her lips, not sure how to respond to that. "I don't have an answer for that, love."

"Yeah, nobody seems to."

They stayed like that for almost an hour. Both just crying on each other, not speaking but just letting all their emotions out through tears.

"Promise me that you'll come to me anytime you feel like this? Please." Shuri spoke up softly, pressing a kiss to Makena's head. Makena looked up from leaning on Shuri's chest and nodded. "Words," Shuri said.

"I promise," Kena mumbled. Shuri smiled and pecked Makena's lips. "You wanna talk about it?" Shuri asked, brushing Makena's hair from her face.

"Maybe later. Just hold me right now." Shuri nodded and brought Makena's body closer.

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Makena crossed her arms over her chest, leaning on a table as Bruce pulled out the time travel suit.

"I just need to see him. I have to hear his voice," Makena said, already making up her mind. "Are you sure your wife is okay with this?" Bruce asked, putting the watch that contained the suit around Makena's wrist.

Makena blinked, coming up with a quick lie. "Yeah, she's cool with it. It was her idea," Makena shrugged. Bruce gave her an unsure look but moved back to the control panel to get the Quantum tunnel started. Makena took a nervous breath, as the tunnel turned on. It was a smaller version that she created using her original design. She worked on it for a few weeks without telling Shuri who had been suspicious of her behavior. But Makena had the plan all thought out.

"Okay you will have as much time as you need to handle your business there. You're not gonna do what Steve did right?" Bruce asked. Another reason he was unsure of Makena's plan was because he was afraid she'd stay and leave him just like Steve did. "I'm not staying there, I'd never do that to her. Or you." Makena reassured, aware of what he was thinking, having read his thoughts earlier.

Bruce nodded and watched as Makena stepped onto the machine. The suit was on, over her regular clothes that consisted of a tank top, flannel and some jeans. "You know where you're going right?" Bruce asked. Makena already having set the date on the controls.

"Yeah, I got everything ready," Makena nodded. "Remember, no interacting with your past self," Bruce instructed. Makena nodded understandingly and Bruce hit a button and moved a switch. "Going quantum. Three...two...one."

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Erik laughed quietly to himself as he looked at Makena's texts. "Crazy ass girl," he mumbled to himself as he sent his own text.

Lil Sis ❤️

Lil Sis ❤️

BRO ISTG THIS BITCH WAS CRAZYYY
I HAD TO GET OUTTA THERE 😭
AND SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO ASK IF WE COULD DO IT AGAIN 😟🧍🏽‍♀️

Big Bro Killmonger 💪🏾

So u gon do it again?

Lil Sis ❤️

U did not just-
I should kill u
But I won't
AND FUCK NAH
IMMA CALL HER SIS THO 😁

Big Bro Killmonger 💪🏾

U sure her sis ain't crazy too?

Lil Sis ❤️

Nah, most of the time only one of the sistas is crazy
The other one smokes so ik she chill 😏

Big Bro Killmonger 💪🏾

U too dam much 😭
U comin back home tonight or u gon call up ur backup hoe?

Lil Sis ❤️

U always assume I'm tryna fuck 🙄

Big Bro Killmonger 💪🏾

Is u not?

Lil Sis ❤️

Moving on
Is ur girl home?

Big Bro Killmonger 💪🏾

Nah she ain't here it's just me

Lil Sis ❤️

Cool
U down to get high?

Big Bro Killmonger 💪🏾

Is that even a question?

Lil Sis ❤️

Imma pull up in five minutes
c u then

Kena leaned on the wall of the apartment complex Killmonger lived in. She watched with squinted eyes as a car pulled up. 2015 Makena stepped out of her car and shut the door. She rubbed her eyes tiredly but suddenly arms wrapped out her neck, putting her into a chokehold. 2015 Makena attempted to fight back but eventually lost consciousness. "Mhm go to sleep," Makena mumbled.

Makena sighed and picked up her past selfs body up and over her shoulder. She opened the backseat and set the body inside, pulling a blanket over her and locking the car. "That felt so weird," Makena cringed, looking at the key ring she took from her past self.
Makena made it up to Killmongers place that he and Makena had lived at.

She used the key and unlocked the door, carefully and quietly stepping inside. "Yo! Makena that you?!" Erik spoke, getting off the bed to walk to the living room.

Makena smiled to herself hearing his voice. God, she missed hearing his annoying voice. Makena went to speak but he was already a few feet away from her, pausing in his steps when he noticed something different about her. The hair definitely threw him off, and the outfit wasn't the same one she left in. Add in the fact that she looked a few years older. But what really threw him off was the exact same necklace around her neck, that he wore on his.

Erik immediately pulled out his gun, aiming it at Makena but she pulled out hers at the same time he did and aimed it at him. "Where's Makena?" Erik asked, looking at Makena with squinted eyes. He could see a lot more tattoos on Makena, and his Makena had only three of them that were decently small. This Makena had tons of them from what he could tell.

"I'm right here," Makena said, a small smirk on her face, not faltering her gun aim and neither did he. Erik raised a brow, spotting the set of grillz Makena wore. They were similar to his and that made him feel a bit uneasy.

"Bullshit. Makena ain't got locs, she certainly ain't got that many tattoos, and she hates grillz. What the hell you do to Makena?" Erik and Makena both stared at each other, practically trying to read each other through their eyes.

Makena smiled slightly, "Alright, you caught me. Who was I kidding? Of course you'd never fall for it. I mean I do look completely different soo..."

"Answer the goddamn question and tell me what the fuck you did to my sister." Erik stated, tired of how Makena found this amusing. "Relax N'Jadaka, she's fine. Just knocked her out for a lil bit. She'll be awake by time this is over," Makena shrugged.

Erik froze at the mention of his Wakandan name. The only person he told about his real name was Makena. "Who are you? How you know my name?"

"Like I said, I'm Makena. I'm not your Makena, but I'm still Makena. I'm not here to kill you, I don't wanna hurt anyone." Makena held up the ring attached to the chain around her neck and Erik glanced down at his. Makena's being the exact same one he wore. "You ain't from here, are you?" Erik tilted his head curiously.

Makena pursed her lips, "I wouldn't really put it that way. I'm still the same Makena you're so concerned about. Just from the future." Makena shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

"So time travel's real after all, ain't it? Tell me something, if you're the same Makena, tell me only something Makena knows about me." Erik spoke, still not faltering her gun but Makena slowly was. She still held it up but there was less aim and care in her hold.

"The King of Wakanda, King T'Chaka, killed your daddy when you were just a little boy. And your pops was Prince of Wakanda, Prince N'Jobu. So the king killed his own brother, and left you behind, abandoned. And you have this whole plan to go to Wakanda, challenge for the throne, rule Wakanda the way you want to. And you promised me that you'd help me find my dad, it's why I stuck with you for so long." Makena spoke.

"You want more?" Makena raised a brow. Erik licked his lips slowly and slowly lowered his gun. Makena did the same, putting it back in her pants as he did the same with his. "So, why you here, Kena? Something didn't go your way?" Erik raised a brow, walking past Makena and headed for the kitchen. Makena almost wanted to cry from how much she missed him, and his sarcastic and cocky comments.

Erik pulled out two glasses and poured some bourbon in them. Makena walked over and took the glass he held out to her. He took notice of her silence, getting the feeling that something bad must've happened in the future. "What happened? Who died?" He asked.

"Guess," Kena took a sip of her drink and Erik sighed. "So that's why you here?" Kena nodded in response. "And that's why you got my ring?" He questioned.

Kena shook her head, a small smiel appearing on her lips. "No, not necessarily. But I'm sure you know why," Kena said.

Erik squinted slightly, having an idea. "Ah so I see you met that special person who could put up with all your bullshit?" He chuckled. Kena chuckled and nodded, lifting up her hand to show him her wedding ring and engagement ring. "That's dope. I'm happy for you girl. You deserve it. Am I allowed to know who this special woman is?" Erik took his eyes off the rings to look at Kena. "Unfortunately, I can't tell you too much or it ruins the timeline," shrugged shrugged apologetically.

Erik shrugged off, understanding why she couldn't tell him too much. "So, the future ain't been too nice to you, huh?" Erik spoke, referring to scars on her body and more specifically the scar on her throat. "If you mean losing everyone I love then, nah it's been a bitch. But at least I got my wife," Makena shrugged. "She's all I could ever want. She keeps me goin."

Erik smiled softly, happy for his friend but also a bit sad for his Makena's future. He wasn't exactly thrilled to hear he died but it was his fate so he was just gonna have go accept it. "You ain't here to have some heart warmin conversation. You here for reassurance, huh?"

Makena sighed, "Mhm. Ya know I lost a lot of people over the years. But nobody's death fucked me up more than yours. I may not have shown it, but all my grief was buried inside me just waiting for me fuckin' explode. And that ain't exactly something I can hide no more."

"And what do you wanna hear from me, Makena?" Erik leaned forward on the kitchen island as Makena's eyes were on the bourbon in her glass. "I know you ain't the same Erik from my future but I just gotta hear somethin' from you. I can't move on with my life if I don't know you're gonna be okay." Makena looked up at him, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Erik didn't really know what to say to that. He didn't think Makena could be this hurt over him when they didn't know each other for more than a year in his eyes. "Kena, you can't be spending all your life thinkin' bout someone who's already gone. I'm alright sis. He's alright. You need to live your life, and accept that he's gone. He's at peace." Erik said, hesitantly taking Makena's hands in his own.

Makena smiled, sniffling slightly as she looked at her brother. "Yeah, yeah you right. Thank you, for everything. I couldn't have made it without you." Makena gave his hands a small squeeze before going to leave. But she had to stop herself when he spoke. "You ain't gon' hug your best friend one last time?"

Kena chuckled turned around to look at him. She hummed as Erik pulled her into a hug, a hug that she desperately needed from him. "Thank you so so much. For everything. You didn't have to care for me but you did anyways. I will forever love you, okay?" Kena sniffled and he nodded gently, rubbing her back like he would always do when she was sad. "I love you too, Kena."

"I'm sorry," Kena mumbled. His brows furrowed in confusion as she pulled away. "For what?"

"You can't remember any of this." Kena pulled out a syringe and stabbed it into his neck before he could do anything to stop her. She sighed as she injected the memory eraser liquid into him. Kena pulled it out and tossed it into the garbage as he was stumbling back into the counter.

Makena dragged him to his room and set him on the bed as he eventually passed out. She put the glasses and alcohol away and walked out of the apartment without any trace of her arrival there. Makena turned around but was then faced with a gun in front of her face. 2015 Makena tilted her head, confusion washed her features as she looked at her future self.

"Jesus what the fuck happened to you?" 2015 Makena grimaced as Kena opened her mouth to speak and she noticed the grillz. "Oh God, you have grillz too? And what's with all the tattoos? And the locs? You're like an exact picture of what I would look like after a zombie apocalypse...or if I married a man." 2015 Makena spoke, faking a gag when she said the last part.

Makena blinked, a bit taken back and most definitely offended. "Okay, uhm that was a bit rude. I am married actually, and to a woman, not a man. This," Makena gestured to herself, "happens when you go through almost a decade of physical, and mental pain. Honestly, now that I look at you, I don't know how Shuri fell in love with you. Oh my god, it's that love trope Riri told me about. She fell first but the other fell harder. We're definitely the second one." Makena rambled.

2015 Makena raised her brows, completely confused. "Who's Shuri? And why did she fall in love with me? Is she hot?" Makena went to speak but 2015 Makena cut her off, "Actually, don't answer that. You're trying to distract me. Who are you and why do you look like me?" 2015 Makena turned the safety off her gun and glared at Makena.

"You see-" Makena punched the gun out of 2015 Makena's hand and pushed her against the wall. She pulled out the second syringe in her jacket and injected it into 2015 Makena's neck. Makena watched as her past self eventually fell unconscious, falling to the floor on her stomach.

Makena looked down at her past self with pursed lips, "Huh, I can see why Shuri grabs it so much. Now that, is America's ass."

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Shuri furrowed her brows as she pulled open a drawer and seen two of the memory eraser syringes gone. "Griot, do you know who took two syringes from this drawer?" Shuri questioned.

"Yes. Makena took them this morning at around 3am. Would you like me to call her?" Griot asked. (lil snitch 😒)

"No that's not necessary. I'll just talk to her when she's home," Shuri mumbled. She shut the drawer and walked back to her table. A few minutes later Okoye walked into the lab, Griot informing the Panther of her presence. "What is it, Okoye?" Shuri asked, still focused on her work. She was working on adding improvements to Makena's suit.

"I was just informed that Makena took one of the ships this morning and left Wakanda. I wasn't sure if you knew she left or not." Okoye spoke. Shuri dropped her things and looked at Okoye, feigning slight confusion. "No, I did not know of this. She said she was going to down to the city today." Shuri mumbled.

Okoye shrugged and Shuri turned to the screen nearby. "Griot, please track Makena's Kimoyo Beads," Shuri requested.

"I am sorry but it appears Makena's Beads are not on. They were turned off at 5:32am." Griot informed.

"Can you track the ship she took?" Shuri requested once more. "The tracker was turned off at around the same time Makena's Kimoyo Beads were." Griot said.

Shuri rolled her eyes, hating when Makena did this. Luckily, she put a tracker on Makena's favorite chain. "Fine, pull up the location of her chain." Shuri said.

"As you wish, Panther."

Makena's location was pulled up and Shuri furrowed her brows in confusion. The address looked familiar, and it took her a minute to finally figure out who's house it was. "Griot, call Bruce Banner, please." Okoye was very confused but she watched quietly as Shuri didn't appear to be in a very good mood now.

"Calling, Bruce Banner."

"Uh hello?" Bruce's voice came through, clearly nervous as the location of the call was from Wakanda. "Where is my wife, Banner?" Shuri questioned, getting it over with.

"Uhh uh what do you mean? Makena isn't here, how could she be here? She doesn't even talk to anyone anymore. She barely socializes. I haven't seen her since the wedding." Bruce rambled anxiously as he looked at the machine where Makena had yet to come back. "Which was a great wedding by the-"

"What are you two up to? She turned off all her trackers, she's been hiding things from me for weeks, and she never takes off that chain that appears to be at your home. So tell me, where is my wife?" Okoye's eyes widened slightly, hardly ever seeing Shuri like this. It wasn't really anger, but a mix of many different emotions. All Okoye knew was that it scared her.

Bruce looked at the table and noticed that specific chain on his table. Along with Makena's Kimoyo Beads and her phone. "Okay uhm look this is really hard to explain. But you know how Makena uh remade like the time travel machine-"

"Get to the point." Shuri ordered, tired of his stalling.

"Makena went back in time." Bruce stammered out. Shuri and Okoye shared looks, Okoye's being more concerned and Shuri's was worried, angry, sad. "What do you mean she went back in time? I thought she destroyed the machine and the plans." Shuri said, trying to wrap her mind around it all.

"She destroyed the machine but just yesterday she told me she made a new one. She brought it here and a few minutes ago she went back to 2015. She told me it was your idea and that you were perfectly okay with it," Bruce explained.

"My idea?" Shuri scoffed. She'd never approve of this. "Okay, don't tell her I called." Shuri hung up and hit the table in frustration. "I'm actually gonna kill her," Shuri stated.

"Maybe we should calm down. She probably has a logical explanation to all of this." Okoye countered, trying her best to keep the Princess calm.

"Logical explanation?" Shuri scoffed loudly. "There is no logical explanation to build a time travel machine, leave the country, and go back to 2015 behind her wife's back!" Shuri exclaimed, licking the front her her teeth.

"Good point," Okoye mumbled.

"I'm gonna kill her. She's dead." Shuri mumbled, nodding to herself.

"Maybe we should debunk murder to sleeping on the couch," Okoye comprised and Shuri shook her head in disagreement. "No. No, nope, she's dead."

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Makena yawned as she walked into her house. Their house was previously Kenni's house but technically it went to Makena when he died. So now both Shuri and Makena lived in it. They of course still had their rooms at the palace though. They slept there if they were ever to tired to go back to the house. "Baby, I'm home!" Makena hung up her keys and kicked off her shoes.

"Babe?!" Makena walked into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and grabbed a soda. She and Bruce had already grabbed dinner together so she hoped Shuri ate something. Makena shrugged, assuming Shuri was probably asleep. She walked upstairs after locking the door and turning off any lights that were on.

As she entered the room, the lamp clicked on and Shuri sat on the chair in the corner, the briefcase opened up on the bed. She had her arms crossed over her chest, defining her muscles and on other circumstances Makena would've had her pinned on the bed but not this time. Makena pursed her lips, as she moved her eyes onto the open briefcase. "Fuck."

"Mhm, "fuck" is right. I thought you destroyed those," Shuri said, gesturing the briefcase that had the hologram of the machine on. Makena sighed and shut it closed. "I know this looks bad, but I swear this was just in case something happens and I needed it." Makena explained.

"And what you mean by "something happens" is so you can go back in time? To, oh let's say 2015?" Shuri tilted her head, anger feigning on her features but she kept a calm composure. Makena sighed, now aware why Bruce's behavior was so odd after she returned. "How'd you find out?"

"Is that seriously all you're going to say to me? "How'd you find out?" The fact that this was even kept from me-"

"Can you just hear me out, please? Let me explain." Makena interrupted. Shuri scoffed, "Fine. Explain. Tell me why you went back in time and didn't tell your wife!" Shuri exclaimed angrily and Makena pursed her lips. "I mean now that you say it out loud it sounds pretty bad-"

"Stop trying to be funny."

"Okay, my bad. I know how bad this sounds, and I'm sorry. Baby, I just needed to see him. I had to get some kind of reassurance. Losing him broke me, it hurt me more than losing my own brother. And I know that sounds bad but he had a bigger impact on my life than my own brother did. He saved me, and he helped me. He took me in when he didn't even know me. He accepted me and not once did I get to say thank you for that."

Shuri didn't have to hear anything else to know she meant Killmonger. It upset her still that she wasn't told though. "I understand that, I really do. But you should've told me, and-"

"Would you have let me?" Makena tilted her head and Shuri sighed, her eyes diverting to the floor. Makena nodded, "Exactly. Baby, I'm sorry I had to go behind your back and lie to you but I'm not sorry for doin' what I did. And yeah, now that I look at it, I should've told you. You're my wife, and I promised you no secrets. This is the last one, I promise you baby."

Shuri stood up and took Makena's cold hands in her own. "No, I'm sorry that I made you feel like you couldn't come to me with this." Makena shook her head, going to object but Shuri spoke first. "Don't argue, you know it's true. I know I'm caught up with work, all the time and I apologize for that. Any time, you want to talk, I'll drop everything. I'm always here for you, with whatever it is. Please, just come to me. Okay?"

Makena nodded softly and Shuri leaned up and pressed a kiss to Kena's forehead. "I love you, so much. You're my reason to live. Please don't leave me again." Shuri said with pleading eyes. Makena nodded and pulled Shuri into a comforting hug. "I won't, I promise I won't. I'm never gonna leave you baby. I won't ever leave you." Makena mumbled into her wife's neck.

She didn't realize how much her actions effected Shuri until now. Shuri had the same thoughts Bruce did and that made Makena wanna ball her eyes out. It wasn't even that Shuri was mad about the lying. She was just upset that there could've been a chance of Makena staying in the past. Or hell,, if anything had went wrong then she could've lost Makena. Now that Kena thought about it, she wasn't ever gonna time travel again. Not if it meant leaving her wife.

"Did you eat? I can make you-" Shuri went to speak as she pulled away but was cut off when Makena pressed her lips against hers. Shuri hummed in satisfaction, pulling Kena closer by her waist and moving her hands down to cup Kena's ass. Makena let out a small groan against Shuri's lips and pulled away. "Don't start," she warned playfully.

Shuri raised her hands in mock surrender, feigning an innocent look. "I'm not doing anything. You're the one who practically moaned by a simple touch." Shuri countered, a cheeky smile on her face as she watched Makena grab the briefcase and lock it up. "I did not moan. I do not moan." Makena argued, bending over and putting the briefcase back into it's place under the floorboard.

"That is a lie. You moan all the time, even scream, especially when I do that thing with my ton-" Makena placed a hand over Shuri's mouth, making her wife roll her eyes. "As much as I want to pin you against the wall and do some unholy things to you right now, I have company coming over in five minutes," Makena said, a grin on her face when Shuri got flustered and avoided eye contact.

"You gonna behave for me, pretty girl?" Makena tilted her head, looking at Shuri for an answer. Shuri shyly nodded and Makena smiled and slowly moved her hand from Shuri's mouth. "That's my good girl." Makena grabbed her soda and pecked Shuri's cheek before heading downstairs.

Shuri blinked, a bit offended that Kena just left her hanging like that. "Bitch."

"I heard that!"

Shuri's eyes widened, "Shit."

A few minutes later, Shuri walked downstairs, curious as to who the company was. As she walked down stairs she could hear some laughs die down. She recognized the voice to be M'Baku. It was odd considering he never came to their home. He usually tried to avoid going back to the home where he spent so much time with Kenni. Which is why he only really met with Makena at the lab, palace, or Jabariland.

Shuri sat on the stairs and listened. She knew it wasn't good to eavesdrop, especially when Kena hated it, but she was a bit curious. A little eavesdrop wouldn't hurt. Besides, the conversation didn't sound that important from what their other ones were like.

"So, how's it going with the Princess? Married life treating you well?" M'Baku asked, leaned forward as he spoke to Makena who sat across him on the couch.

"Ya know, it's been pretty good actually. It kinda felt like we was always married though, so nothin's really changed accept the titles. But I do feel like we've gotten more serious, which is good cause we weren't always like super confident, especially with that Riri situation. I mean yeah, she can still be jealous and shit but now she's more confident that I'm like legally hers." Makena explained, careful with her words as she could sense Shuri was listening.

"Obviously we're still working on some things, like trust and secrets and shit. I kinda did uhm a really, not necessarily crazy but I did something I definitely should've told her about." Makena fiddled with her fingers as M'Baku listened intently. "Let's just say, it's been pretty challenging but we're managing. But what's goin' on with you? How's the King life treatin' ya?" Kena smirked.

M'Baku rolled his eyes, "It's good, it's been great. The only thing I cannot stand is that Bast forsaken council." He complained and Kena chuckled. "You ain't gotta worry 'bout that too long. I'm gonna join the council next week," Kena said and M'Baku smiled. "That's what I like to hear. Your opinion counts more than theirs in my opinion." M'Baku shrugged.

Kena nodded, and leaned back on the couch. "So, why did you call me to meet here? As I recall, you ain't very fond of this house." Makena said.

M'Baku sighed and pulled out a key from his pocket. Makena raised a brow, catching it as he tossed it to her. "What's this for?"

"It's the key that goes to the safe in the basement. Your father gave it to me in case something ever happened to him and you would come searching for him in Wakanda." He explained.

Makena looked at the key and it was a perfect fit for the safe. She never opened it yet as it literally was impossible to open. "And why has it taken you this long to give it to me?"

"Because, you weren't ready. And, he wanted me to give it to you when you turned thirty. But I think it's been long enough. You deserve to know everything." M'Baku brushed off his legs and stood up. He could see the confusion washed over Makena's features. "What do you mean, everything?"

"That's for you to find out. I've done all I needed to do for you. I'll see you next week, Kena." M'Baku leaned down and pressed a kiss to her head before making his way to the front door. He gave a nod to the Princess before exiting the home that brought back many memories for him. He didn't hate the house per say. He just hated the memories it brought him. It made him feel lonely.

"Angel, come here." Makena spoke and Shuri sighed and stood up from the stairs. Shuri walked over and say down next to Kena who was looking at the key. Makena used her arm and moved Shuri onto her lap. "Do you want me to open it for you?" Shuri asked, looking at the key and glancing back at Makena.

"Nah." Makena tossed the key on the coffee table and moved her hands onto Shuri's waist. "Can you distract me baby?" Makena raised her brows and Shuri smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah I can distract you. But, that requires you to take me to the bed. Can't be ruinin' the couch, can't we?"

"Mhm." Makena nodded. She stood up, Shuri's legs wrapped around her waist firmly as she carried her up the stairs.

Makena laid down on the bed and Shuri straddled her. "You going to behave for me?" Shuri tilted her head, daring Makena to argue. Makena wasn't exactly super fond of being a sub but she'd never turn it down for Shuri. "Yeah, I'll behave. For now." Makena smirked and Shuri rolled her eyes but leaned down to kiss her anyways.

"Then, this is going to be a long night." Shuri mumbled against Kena's soft lips. "Good thing you're the Black Panther now baby. You can keep up." Makena winked and Shuri blushed.

"Stop, I'm supposed to be in charge," Shuri playfully smacked Makena's thigh which only caused a soft moan to slip from her lips.

"Of course, Black Panther." Makena teased and Shuri bit her lip softly. "I hate you."

"And I love you. Now, distract me baby."

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a.n: yes u were robbed 😘 i swear i would've written a wedding but i had no clue where to start ngl...so sorry 🙏🏼 but I was so happy to write more of erik and kena bc they rlly needed more time together and she did need reassurance rlly bad 💔

hope everyone enjoyed the bonus chapter ilysmmmm ty for reading!! this concludes this book, until shuri appears in anything else of course 🤭

ALSO ALSO I HAVE POSTED TWO CHAPTERS OF MY RIRI BOOK!! SO PLS IF U LOVE U SOME RIRI THAN GO READ IT!

I LOVE YOU ALL

SHURKENA FOREVER ♡

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