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She holds herself up in the guest bed room for three weeks nakia worried she barely eats she crying all the time Nakia thinks it's grief and PTSD. She comes out during week four in the dead of night she has the conch shell she blows it then place it in the water.
When he sees her she slightly thinner than she was when they battled seven weeks ago. She sees him and she is filled with rage and anger and grief that she tries to punch him but he grabs her wrist and she just sobs and he holding her tight to his big tit chest and he just so gentle with her.
Shuri hates him for this stolen moment and the way she fits so perfectly against him because all it reminds her of what could have been. When Namor ask why she summoned him her mood changes and she looks at him in anger and begins to berate him before telling him she never wants to see him again.
It been a month since she had seen Namor she has a small baby bump that she hiding from Nakia with baggy clothes during the hot Haiti summer. Nakia has been seeing her go through erratic mood swings. Nakia does an intervention one night she holds Shuri in her arms as she sobs telling her about the baby and how she paralyzed with fear.
Shuri has her first OBGYN appointment she asks Nakia not to come. She was terrified shaking like a leaf the whole time. The baby was healthy and she was told she had lost some weight and needed to start eating better.
After the appointment she goes and sits on the beach. She watches the water crash onto the beach she can sense something watching her and she just stares back knowing he watching her. She stands up and pulls up her oversized shirt and shows her small baby bump before walking off.
Namor was stunned seeing her small round stomach he let the waves crash against the nape of his neck. In all 500 years, he had never been left speechless watching her walk away.
Namor swam back to Talokan his head clouded he waved away his hand maiden he wanted to be alone. He couldn't believe what he had seen. Shuri pregnant with the child of Talokan.
He went to the mural of the great battle between the feather serpent and the black panther. He traced his hand over the mouth of the panther. Then touched his own lips trying to remember what if felt like to kiss shuri.
Namor kept himself busy for two weeks painting on the empty space when Namora comes in.
"AJK’uk’ulkan you have been hold up in here for weeks?" Namora said.
"A Dawn of a new era is approaching." K’uk’ulkan grins showing Namora the mural of a baby panther with wings.
Its been two months and Nakia was still trying to convince Shuri to go back to Wakanda to at least get the proper treatment for the baby. Shuri just brushed her off.
That's how Shuri found herself standing on the beach holding the conch shell Namor gave her.
Shuri placed the shell into the water.
"You know you should be resting to keep our child safe," Namor purred reaching out to touch shuri but she smacks his hand away
"It's not your child it's mine," Shuri growled.
"Oh, princess don't deny what we were," he said letting his hand cup her face as she squirmed under his gaze
Shuri wished she could just claw his eyes and leave him for dead on the beach but instead she lets him hold her in his arms as she sobs. She realized they are forever tied together
Shuri tells him she will be heading back to Wakanda in the morning to run test the pregnancy has been abnormal for her. Namor proposes marriage before she returns her home.
Shuri slaps him rough as he just grins grabbing her hand kissing her palm as she looked at him in disgust.
"Let me do right by you and our child,"
She felt his soft lips against her hand. She pulled her hand away fast.
"I'm not yours, whatever we had died with my mother!" She was about to punch him but he grabbed her fist.
He held her fist "So naive princess what do you think will happen when you go home with a plus one. How will your council react to know that you laid with the enemy," Namor kissed her fist
Shuri knew Namor was right. If she showed up to the council meeting two months pregnant it would cause an uproar. She hated that he was right.
"Be at the council meeting tomorrow,"
That night Shuri cried until all she was doing was dry heaving. She felt pain in her stomach. The baby was progressing abnormally fast. She knew she need wakanda to properly see what was going on with the baby.
The council meeting was tense filled with tears and screaming until Shuri fainted. Everyone in the council room scrambled to attend to Shuri.
The heart monitor beeped as Shuri gasped awaked shooing everyone out as she wobbled to her feet to look at her medical chart calling out for Griot
Two hours later they were all back in the throne room. The council looked concern. Namor kept a neutral face but his eye betrayed him he looked concerned. This time shuri sat upon the throne with a look of authority
Shuri sat upon the throne determine and hardened look on her face.
"I will marry Namor," Shuri said as the council broke out in shouts in fits of anger
Shuri stood up straightening her back as she let her black panther suit take over her body.
"Enough, I am Shuri Udak Princess of Wakanda and Black panther! I have decided what is best for our country and what is best for my child. This marriage will give my child safety and peace,"
Namor looked on at shuri like he was watching a burning Phoenix fly through the sky.
"I will not hear any more arguments we will be married in 2 days," she said firm.
Shuri retracted her suit before walking towards the door.
"If anyone of you dare to challenge me or this new Alliance I pray that Bast can save you from my wrath." shuri said as she left the throne room. The council stunned.
Shuri could feel Okoye presence."If he harmed you we can lock him away,"
"I liked the way he understood the rage deep inside me. I liked the way that I could fit in the palm of his hand. Okoye I wanted it just as much as he did," Shuri didn't dare look at Okoye as she cried
Okoye was stunned to learn that at some point in time shuri had slept with Namor and had once had feeling for him. She couldn't think of anything to say so she pulled shuri close to her praying to bast to free shuri from suffering
M'baku was the second person to see shuri that day. He was almost fixing the empty big brother role tchalla had left.
"Have you properly grieved," his words made shuri realize no one could ever fill the role of big brother.
Shuri dismissed all the warnings from her friends about how she should call off the wedding. She didn't have time to rethink or recalculate. She worked tiredly in the lab alone.
"You are hiding something Yatan(wife)" Namor said
Shuri kept her back turned to Namor continue to look at her screen."I'm not your wife," Shuri hisses as Namor chuckled as he turned her around tugging at her chin forcing her too look at him
They could feel each other breathing pressed closed.
"What are you hiding from me," he whispered tender as Shuri squirms against him.
Shuri knew he had right to know about their child. Her hand pressed to his chest.
"The baby, is growing to fast I should be two months but I'm now five months," Shuri whispered feeling Namor gentle touch.
Namor ran his hands through her hair as she lets out soft whine.
"Mhm, the baby will be special then I will get you some herbs from Talokan to help settle our child," Namor thumb running over her bottom lip.
Shuri hate the way she folds against him. She hated how the baby growing in her stomach was soothed by Namor presence.
"This is my child I'll figure out a way to slow down the process so they are properly born," she said stubborn
Shuri was still wrapped in his arms. Feel his the laugh that moves from his throat.
"My stubborn Pantera(panther)," he kissed her gentle waiting for her response.
Shuri was cursing herself kissing him back feeling him pick her up and place her on the counter his hand spreading her legs. She moaned against him tugging his hair.
To the normal eye the sight in the lab would be met with horror. A pregnant shuri riding Namor her hands wrapped around Namor throat while Namor hands were wrapped around shuri throat.
"In pantera (my panther)" Namor moaned thrusting inside shuri as Shuri moans and whines in pleasure.
They both laid naked panting heavy. Namor felt the cold hard lab floor on his back. He ran his hand over Shuri back.
"You did this too me. So much pain for some you claim to love," she whispered against his neck.
Namor runs his hand through her hair. He peppered kisses against her face.
"War is an ugly thing Pantera," he whispered it wasn't an apology or groveling like she wanted.
Shuri dug her nails into his chest drawing blood before standing up. She grabs her clothing getting dressed.
"We are nothing more than allies who co-parent you will not warm my bed nor will I ever be your true wife," she hissed leaving
Shuri was alone in the great bast temple. The alter in front of her as she kneeled lighting the candles in front of her.
"Am I cursed? Has my hubris offended you? I need a sign that I'm not this mess of a woman? Please let know I'm not alone,"
When shuri stepped out of the temple she saw a pure white dove holding a green snake in its mouth. She felt tears prickle down her cheek.
A Wedding should be a joyous occasion but all shuri felt was anger and despair. Her traditional wedding dress hid her growing stomach as she looked into Namor prideful eyes.
The honeymoon was Namor idea that shuri talked hin down for it to be only two days long. The cave they stayed in was breath taking almost made her nostalgic for her time in Talokan.
Shuri let her feet soak in the pool of water. She watched how the water rippled as Namor swam.
"You think so loudly Yatan(wife)." Namor said pulling himself up to sit beside her she should recoil away but doesn't.
The sound of water dripping of the stalagmites couldn't fill the ever growing silence.
"The baby, progression is still abnormal but it is healthy and is having no affect on my health," Shuri eyes still on the water as Namor ran his hands through his wet hair.
Namor looked at Shuri seeing the worry lines forming on her forehead he could tell she was getting skinner from the stress.
"Yatan(wife) let me shoulder some of your burden." Namor tried taking her hand.
Shuri boiled with anger as Namor reached for her hand. She stood up fast wobbling to her feet before steadying herself.
"You are my burden," she hissed storming off.
Namor kept replaying shuri words in his head as he watched her sleep in the seaweed bed. He knew he had thrusted her into womanhood not just through leadership but now through motherhood.
In all his years alive he had never felt guilt like this before he wanted to do right by shuri and his child.