Thanks for the Memories
By Darkthoughts8899
Chapter One: Secret Princesses
A/N: 2nd Story of My Smutty Stories of March. Sorry it took So long to get back on track, I was hella busy. But here we are! :) So this next story is something I've wanted to do for a while now and now I have the time and energy to do so. I'm so excited to write this one! The smutty stuff doesn't start until later, but I'd still count that, right? Anyways, enjoy!!
Disclaimer: If you think I own the Lion King, I laugh at you! I do "own" my characters Jamila, Zahra, and Ayana. Set during the first Lion King!!
No More Talking! READ AND LOVE... or hate (jerks)
"Rafiki!" A hushed whisper came from somewhere on the darken ground below Rafiki's tree. The wise old baboon stirred from his sleep and scanned the ground lazily. The moon hung high in the African night sky, illuminating a lone lioness pacing feverishly.
"Sarabi?"
"No!" The lioness snapped impatiently.
"Jamila!" The monkey clarified as his eyes narrowed. "What is it, is there something wrong?"
Jamila stopped pacing and panted slightly. "I wouldn't say that, but..." She groaned slightly and took a couple deep breaths.
Rafiki dropped from the tree to the young lioness, assuming she must be hurt. But when he got closer, it was suddenly VERY clear what was going on. "Jamila! You're pregnant!"
Jamila rolled her eyes and sat down with a sarcastic smile. "Surprise!"
"But, how did this happen?!" Rafiki demanded.
"Well it's not really that complicated of a story." She started pacing again.
Rafiki's eyes grew to enormous size. "Mufasa?"
"No! My cousin is cute, but not THAT cute."
"Well then what on earth happened?"
Jamila stopped pacing again and said in one quick breath. "I was out hunting alone, met this guy, he told me he loved the way my eyes sparkled in the sunlight, fell head over heels and well... here we are!"
Rafiki blinked a couple times. "A rouge... you mating with a rouge?"
"That would be the point wouldn't it!" She sighed. Suddenly she gasped in pain and laid down gently. "Rafiki, No one can know, No Sarabi, not Scar, and ESPECIALLY not Mufasa! You know the penalty for this..."
"He'll kill the cubs."
Jamila looked up at Rafiki with pleading eyes. "Please, help me!"
Rafiki frowned and let out a soft sigh. "Oh fine! But this is on you if this gets found out."
"No one is going to find out." Jamila panted. "So, are you going to help me deliver these cubs or not..."
"WHAT, NOW?"
"Uh... yeah. Or should I reschedule in a couple days?" Jamila growled.
"Ok, ok! Let me see what we've got here." Rafiki snapped moving around to examine Jamila. "Oh boy..."
"It's a boy?!" Jamila said happily.
"No push!"
"Wait what is it?"
"Just push!" Rafiki demanded.
Jamila pushed and a minute later the soft squeaks of her newborn cub could be heard. "It's a girl!" Rafiki smiled happily setting the newborn next to Jamila.
She stared at her cub lovingly. "She's so tiny." Leaning down Jamila touched her nose to the cubs' tiny head. "Hello darling." She purred.
Rafiki looked over and noticed another cub was about to be born. "Well now, you're not done yet."
A few moments later, her other daughter was born. Twin princesses. Secret twin princesses, Zahra and Ayana. The very next day, Simba was born to Sarabi and Mufasa. There was a huge ceremony and celebration for the young lion prince, but no one even noticed Jamila was the only one not in attendance.