Chapter 2: A Nerve-Racking Conversation.
WARNING: Language.
Nala halted outside the den, her heart willing her forward but her mind halting her movements. She walked in jerkily, trying to look anything but worried but her actions and her eyes screamed it. "Simba," she swallowed, hoping he didn't notice.
"What's wrong?" he asked, jumping up to her side. Damn, none of the other lionesses noticed her worry until Simba had to point it out! Why did she have to grow up with him? Why did he have to know her so well?
"Uh," she looked over toward the lionesses, "Want to go for a walk?"
"Sure," he said, rushed, "Let's go." Simba walked beside her, his mind watching her. She had had sex with him, right when he accepted his kingdom, she didn't know why. Maybe it was the water. But she still had not chosen his "mate" position, and she might be carrying his child! She felt like a whore, and she shielded her eyes when he looked at her, because of what she saw. She saw love, understanding, and compassion.
"What is it?" he asked earnestly. Thoughts rushed to her head. 'Am I in love with him?' she asked herself, looking at him, her eyes locked to his. She sighed, smiling. 'I am.'
"What are you smiling about?" he smiled also. "You were just nervous a minute ago." She shook her head, shaking the thoughts in there away.
"I have to tell you something. Really important. You might, uh, want to sit down." He sat down, looking at her quizzically. She sighed again, "Simba, I don't know how to say this," she started to cry.
"Nala, Nala, just tell me," he pleaded.
"I'm with a cub."
Simba jumped up. "That's great!" he cried out, going for an embrace. Nala backed from him. "That's not all."
"Then what?" he sat down.
"I'm not sure if it's yours, or Scar's," she started to cry harder. Simba swallowed, trying to hold back his own tears. Scar's? What the hell?
"You," he paused, "Scar?" Nala's eyes opened wide, her mouth dropped.
"Oh my kings! No, no, not that way. He raped me. I didn't like him, I didn't - No!" Nala couldn't even /believe/ that he would think that! Her voice got soft again. "Are you mad?"
"How can I be? It's not your fault," he said soothingly, rubbing against her. That's when she knew.
"Simba, I'd like to accept the role of your mate and the Pride Land's Queen."
Scar turned to Zira. "What do you mean, maybe?"
"Weeelll we could kill her and her cub or we could hold the cub for ransom, there's endless possibilities," she said, holding her paw out.
Nala sat down in the golden savannah grass that shone in the moon's light. She had been announced as Queen and his mate today, but she could tell that Simba looked at her differently. Was her life to be spent in pain, confusion, and anguish? She laid down, putting her paws over her head. She was getting a headache, on top of everything else. She wished she could rewind, rewind to the days where she had been a cub, before Simba had "died."
The grass behind her made a noise, and Nala jerked her head toward it, her ears perked. Simba looked at her, a small smile coming upon his face. "Mind?" Nala shook her head, and he sat next to her.
"Want to talk about," he glanced at her stomach, "her? Him?" Nala swallowed. She had hoped this wouldn't come up.
Nala sighed, "Not particularly. But we're going to have to, aren't we." She looked up toward the stars for support.
Simba rubbed his head on her shoulder blade. "We don't have to, if you don't want," he said softly.
"You don't have to accept it as your child," she said quietly. "We can always give it to another lioness, then have a heir." Simba pondered this for a moment.
"I could never ask you to give up your child, no matter if its mine, or," he stopped. "We'll just hope it doesn't have a dark pelt, because if it doesn't, it is surely mine." He rubbed against her again, and she sighed, leaning into him. 'My life is just too complicated.'
Fetaya walked, cub between her shoulder blades, to the water hole. She drank, and headed back to the den. She heard a growl, and wheeled around. "Who's there?" she called out to a large rock.
"I am."
A/N: What'd ya think? Hope you liked!
WARNING: Language.
Nala halted outside the den, her heart willing her forward but her mind halting her movements. She walked in jerkily, trying to look anything but worried but her actions and her eyes screamed it. "Simba," she swallowed, hoping he didn't notice.
"What's wrong?" he asked, jumping up to her side. Damn, none of the other lionesses noticed her worry until Simba had to point it out! Why did she have to grow up with him? Why did he have to know her so well?
"Uh," she looked over toward the lionesses, "Want to go for a walk?"
"Sure," he said, rushed, "Let's go." Simba walked beside her, his mind watching her. She had had sex with him, right when he accepted his kingdom, she didn't know why. Maybe it was the water. But she still had not chosen his "mate" position, and she might be carrying his child! She felt like a whore, and she shielded her eyes when he looked at her, because of what she saw. She saw love, understanding, and compassion.
"What is it?" he asked earnestly. Thoughts rushed to her head. 'Am I in love with him?' she asked herself, looking at him, her eyes locked to his. She sighed, smiling. 'I am.'
"What are you smiling about?" he smiled also. "You were just nervous a minute ago." She shook her head, shaking the thoughts in there away.
"I have to tell you something. Really important. You might, uh, want to sit down." He sat down, looking at her quizzically. She sighed again, "Simba, I don't know how to say this," she started to cry.
"Nala, Nala, just tell me," he pleaded.
"I'm with a cub."
Simba jumped up. "That's great!" he cried out, going for an embrace. Nala backed from him. "That's not all."
"Then what?" he sat down.
"I'm not sure if it's yours, or Scar's," she started to cry harder. Simba swallowed, trying to hold back his own tears. Scar's? What the hell?
"You," he paused, "Scar?" Nala's eyes opened wide, her mouth dropped.
"Oh my kings! No, no, not that way. He raped me. I didn't like him, I didn't - No!" Nala couldn't even /believe/ that he would think that! Her voice got soft again. "Are you mad?"
"How can I be? It's not your fault," he said soothingly, rubbing against her. That's when she knew.
"Simba, I'd like to accept the role of your mate and the Pride Land's Queen."
Scar turned to Zira. "What do you mean, maybe?"
"Weeelll we could kill her and her cub or we could hold the cub for ransom, there's endless possibilities," she said, holding her paw out.
Nala sat down in the golden savannah grass that shone in the moon's light. She had been announced as Queen and his mate today, but she could tell that Simba looked at her differently. Was her life to be spent in pain, confusion, and anguish? She laid down, putting her paws over her head. She was getting a headache, on top of everything else. She wished she could rewind, rewind to the days where she had been a cub, before Simba had "died."
The grass behind her made a noise, and Nala jerked her head toward it, her ears perked. Simba looked at her, a small smile coming upon his face. "Mind?" Nala shook her head, and he sat next to her.
"Want to talk about," he glanced at her stomach, "her? Him?" Nala swallowed. She had hoped this wouldn't come up.
Nala sighed, "Not particularly. But we're going to have to, aren't we." She looked up toward the stars for support.
Simba rubbed his head on her shoulder blade. "We don't have to, if you don't want," he said softly.
"You don't have to accept it as your child," she said quietly. "We can always give it to another lioness, then have a heir." Simba pondered this for a moment.
"I could never ask you to give up your child, no matter if its mine, or," he stopped. "We'll just hope it doesn't have a dark pelt, because if it doesn't, it is surely mine." He rubbed against her again, and she sighed, leaning into him. 'My life is just too complicated.'
Fetaya walked, cub between her shoulder blades, to the water hole. She drank, and headed back to the den. She heard a growl, and wheeled around. "Who's there?" she called out to a large rock.
"I am."
A/N: What'd ya think? Hope you liked!