Hello readers.

I am officially back. I have not been up to date due to my lack of forgetfulness, life, workaholism (holy crap that is a word?) Not to mention my laptop did not have a charger. Why in the world are universal chargers expensive. I am officially back and re-editing my chapters. I truly am a fan of Black Widow and Black Panther together as a couple. They are literally the power couple of the Marvel universe. I mean they should be but they had to kill Natasha messing with my emotions and I am excited for Black Panther Two but I will be pissed if they have Nakia and T'Challa get married. They don't work for me they don't work. I love Lupita but Nakia gots to go. So I am officially back from I guess I can call it retirement of my forgetfulness and I realized I was trying to get my chapters out fast that I lost sight of my actual plan and made things weird with Natasha becoming ill and the whole tony hypothetical reasoning. I am still going to put down that yes Natasha will become ill but for more scientific reasoning. Please bear with me since I am stuck home and enjoying it I shall say the pandemic of COVID-19 (Corona Virus) has given me time to fix my problems and to make this story a lot more fitting. Also bear with me in my grammars I will try to do my best but I do not have a beta and wish I did because I type like I talk. I am doing my best with my brain. If you still want to post a paragraph about my flaws go have it. seriously like there is nothing else you can do with your life.

If you like it please leave a comment. It would boost my confidence.

Frozen in disbelief; It showed positive. Looking back at all six tests the feeling of confusion and shock began to crawl up her spine. How could she be pregnant? She's sterile, is there a thing called super sperm? Taking a deep breath standing in front of the mirror wrapping the tests in the black plastic bag tightly and putting it in the bottom of her duffle bag; Sending Tony a quick message she would have to visit him for a blood test. T'Challa patiently waiting for her to come out of the bathroom reading one of her Sweet Valley High collections, "Is everything alright my love?" his smile warms her as she gets in bed and snuggles into him turning her back he pulls her closer as if she is the air that he needs, "you still haven't answered my question."

"I spaced out a little about something."

"Care to share your thoughts?"

"It's nothing." he kisses the back of her head.

"I love you, my queen."

"I am not queen of Wakanda."

"You will make a great queen one day." Turning to face T'Challa he kisses her before she can even speak. His lips soft, tongue strong begs for entrance opening her mouth he plunges in for a dive. Getting on top she feels his weight pressed on her. His hands slide down her body landing between her thighs slowly spreading her setting between her in comfort. Feeling light-headed he pulls away while she breaths heavily for air. She glares that he can hold his breath longer. He admires his work as her eyes flutter giving her less than a minute he takes her mouth again. Left gasping for air he kisses her neck pressing on each pressure point that makes her moan in response. She feels weaker at each touch shotting straight to her core; his thumb slowly rubs her clit over her underwear as his lips go lower and lower at each touch. Pulling him back to her lips he smirks while she gasps at the feeling of him sliding into her, "I love you."

"Congratulations. Your Pregnant." looking at the official test given by Tony. "Nat, I thought you said you're."

"Sterile."

"His healing properties is probably what restored your inability to conceive. Your body seemed to fail at being a host it made sure you were." she looked at him. "Are you going to tell him."

"I don't know."

Nowhere to go. For the first time in her life, she had nowhere to go and now her only chance at their survival is the last person she wanted to see again. Surrounded by the Dora Milaje made her roll her eyes to another reason why she didn't want to be here. "Why are you here?" Okoye questioned with malice. Before she answered the sound of a three-year-old yawn is heard.

"I ask for safety until I can find somewhere else to go. Right now I can't go any further." Before she answered the sound of a three-year-old yawn is heard. Swaying slowly she didn't want them to wake. Annoying as it is dealing with the Dora Milaje but the Dora Milaje and screaming twins are worse. Staring at Okoye who seemed to be thinking aggravated her. "For fuck's sake Okoye I'm not gonna assassinate the king. I just need a place to stay for the week so I can gather what is necessary and get enough rest so I can leave."

The whimpers of the twins began to erupt as she rocked side to side trying to calm her twins. Looking down they're wrapped around her chest covered so no one could see. Kissing their foreheads she didn't realize who was now standing in front of her. Raising her head to look back at Okoye her eyes widened to see T'challa staring right at her as his eye flicker to her children she has covered.

"Ms. Romanof it is a surprise to see you here in Wakanda." she could tell his sharp tone wasn't inviting. After all, they ended things well she ended things on a bad term she couldn't blame him.

"Your majesty," another whimpering sound was made taking her concentration back onto them they woke up and the last time she fed them was last night. She had no more food to give to them. Her twins look up at her as they realized they were confined to the tight space around her chest.

"Mommy I'm hungry."

"Me too mommy." she smiled at her twins kissing their forehead once more and look back T'challa. She had to play her cards right.

"Long story short I need time and I know you can give it to me. I'm asking you as a mother. I have nowhere to go without feeling I can keep them safe."

"Let me guess, you got involved in something and put them in harm's way?" that made her snap. Anger taking over her in full rage.

"What kind of person do you take me for?" Glaring at him in spite, "I shouldn't be able to get pregnant but I did and now I'm being chased after because of their father's super sperm that helped me create life it so happens that I ended up giving birth to mutants." tears roll down her eyes. "I have nowhere to go and the government, KGB and the black market want my kids for their own vendetta. I'm not letting my babies be used as weapons." the soft whimpers took her focus as she looked down at them. Yelling scared them. "I'm sorry. Mommy didn't mean to scare you." shushing them moving back and forth she felt his hand on her arm making her look up at him.

"You and your little ones are under my protection as long as you wish to stay." looking into his eyes, she could see the regret in them. "I never meant."

"You don't need to apologize." taking a step back her legs give way as he quickly caught her in his arms.

"You are dehydrated when was the last time you ate?"

"Three days ago. The little food I had left was given to my kids. They ate last night I just walked the whole entire night to get here." before she tried to stand on her own two feet she felt herself being swept up in the air as T'Challa lift her up bridal style and made his way to his home as the Dora Milaje followed. Still kept the twins covered.

"What are their names?"

"Cameron and Liliana." her eyes fixed on them as they fell back asleep "I need to feed them." She never realized how much she had missed being in his arms. She felt herself drifting to sleep but shook her head remembering where she is. Finally reaching the room she noticed that it's slightly across from his. Slowly T'Challa set her on the bed sitting on the edge just as the food was being placed in front of her. Examining the room she forgot how big it is.

"Clothing and toys will be brought up in the meantime are there any necessities you need?"

"Almond milk, diapers, wipes, small rags."

"Is there anything more?" she shook her head.

"That's all I can remember. We won't stay long."

"You and the little ones are better under my protection you can stay forever if you wish." tears filled her eyes. She didn't expect him to be so kind to her. Her emotions getting the best of her as the waterworks kept going. Not even noticing the slight dip in the bed she felt him pull her close to him embracing her arms wrapped around the twins as his other arm supported her back. "No more running." breaking into sobs she let her head stay on his shoulder as his head rests on the top of her head.

Okoye watched by the door. Even though she didn't like what Natasha had done in the past no mother should have to run in fear. Playing back what Natasha said she wondered how long has she been on the run. Clearing her throat softly enough for her king to hear the Doctor had arrived. Waiting for Natasha to calm down she watched Natasha wipe away her tears apologizing for showing her emotions. "Who is the father?" she watched as T'Challa asked her.

"Some guy at the bar I met. I was bored and wanted a warm body for the night. Never thought I struck gold." Okoye watched as she noticed how quick Natasha looked away giving a slight chew on her bottom lip. Okoye knew instantly that was a lie as so did T'Challa. Clearing her throat softly again as a signal for him to not pry deeper than he already did T'Challa assured Natasha all will be well and left the room as he kept two of the Dora Milaje at the door as Okoye and the rest followed.

"She is lying about the father," Okoye said her peace to her king.

"I know but for now we leave it as it is." She and the children's health is all that matters right now. I will have Shuri look into it later but for now. Find out what you can about what she has said and find out who is involved.