Okay on to chapter 35. Hope you all enjoy it and please read Pichooi's "Majordomo Madness" Ban'ai will be in it, and possibly Zorro. Well on with the chapter.

The rainy season arrived like clockwork, everyone was prepared for it. Some built better homes to shelter from the storm; others just went about their daily task, not too concerned about it. Some even went as far as to preparing nurseries for their growing family. This was the time when new life would also start.

I of course I had not really thought about new life, I was more concerned about my daily duties, Simba had been more watchful and worrisome lately, especially after finding a stranger he never met in his land and who was slightly dangerous looking. So I had to spend almost half of my day patrolling the border of the outlands and pridelands to make sure no intruders were entering.

That also meant less time with Binti who was for some reason very shy at the moment. I did ask her what was wrong but she only flew off and said she would be back later for bed time.

Of course she stayed on her promise and came home every night but she would not say much and fall asleep very fast. I would as well seeing as how I would spend all day patrolling.

But then Binti disappeared for four days, she did not come late at night and sleep with me so my nest was as empty as it once was. I of course was very worried and asked many of the local birds around the area to tell me if they saw her at all.

I remember on my fourth day that I decided to kill two birds with one stone, not literally but you know what I mean. I decided to search for her near the outlands while patrolling. Luckily I found her, well that is she found me. As soon as I saw her though I flew as fast as I could toward her and together in midair we hugged for quite some time.

"Where have you been, I thought I lost you," I said to her.

"If you come with me I will show you where I have been," she said and without another word began to fly off toward a cluster of trees. I followed right behind.

We soon reached the trees and Binti led me to a rather bushy spot that was very tangled, a great place to hide if someone wanted to. Binti then pushed back a group of leaves to reveal a nest where six eggs sat clustered together.

"Oh dear are they orphaned?" I asked.

"No," said Binti warmly.

"Are you taking care of them while the mother is out?" I asked again clearly not knowing the real answer.

"No honey, it's ours," said Binti.

I looked back at the nest in shock, for a moment I did not know what to say, I was not expecting this, in fact I was never expecting this to happen.

"So-so-so I-I'm a f-f-f-father?" I asked finally.

Binti nodded warmly as she began to sit on them. I watched her as she sat down and stared happily at me. I could tell she was waiting a long time for this.

"I'm sorry I did not tell you sooner, you just seemed so busy that I did not want to bother you," said Binti.

"Binti you would not have bothered me at all if you told me sooner, Simba would definitely understand. And besides I would have loved to help build the nest," I said.

"I'm glad you are happy then, can you believe it, we are parents," said Binti.

I only smiled at her, I stared into her beautiful eyes and at that moment I realized that we now had a family. A family just like Simba had but this one was larger and had wings. I could not wait to teach them to fly maybe even teach one to become an advisor like me one day. I had to retire eventually.

I could not stop staring at Binti and the soon to be family, I was so proud. I warm glow filled up inside me. Me a father to be, out of all the birds in the world I was the one to have children soon.

I was so happy that I did not want to be the sentry and watch for intruders but I knew I had to just in case someone did enter. Luckily I discovered a nice vantage point from the top of the tree where I could see everything while at the same time watching Binti sit on the eggs and look up at me warmly.

I decided while sitting up there that I would give Simba a report every evening and then return here to be with Binti every night until the chicks hatched. I would still do the morning report but afternoons were strictly for Binti.

I told Simba later that night that I was going to be a father and he was quite ecstatic and demanded to see the chicks when they were old enough to fly. I was honored that he wanted to see them and could not wait now for their arrival.

Kalifa my sister found out a week later, she never found a mate for herself but the idea of being an aunt was the greatest thing as being a sister to me. She promised to visit again once they hatched so they could come and visit "Auntie Kalifa"

The time came for the eggs to hatch I remember I was watching at the top of the tree when Binti suddenly called my name. I flew down as fast as I could to find her standing at the edge of the nest and looking down at it.

"What is it Binti?" I asked worriedly.

"Look, Zazu, they are hatching," she said.

I looked down and saw two of the eggs had a small crack in them, one was bigger than the other and I could see a small beak sticking out and trying to pry itself out. I smiled; it was my first look at my first child.

For a while we watched the beautiful miracle emerge until it was completely out of its shell looking up at us with barely any feathers. It was a girl.

"What should we call her?" I asked.

"How about Conga?" asked Binti.

"I like it," I said.

I watched as the tiny fluffy ball crawled over to Binti and cuddled up close to her for warmth. I felt a sense of peace enter my body as Binti held her close and inspecting her to make sure she was perfect.

"You know since she was the first born, do you mind if I teach her to become Simba's advisor so that when I retire he may have a new one ready for him?" I asked.

"I would not mind at all," said Binti.

I smiled before being distracted by the next chick who had just finished emerging from the shell. It was a boy and we named him Nuru.

By the end of the day, three more chicks hatched bringing a total of three girls and two boys. We named the others Bahati, Tiki, and Dinari.

Sadly though one egg never hatched, we waited a few days for it to arrive but nothing came from it. It was a dud. The hardest thing to do for a parent is to throw that egg out of the nest. I was the one who did it and the sound of it cracking at the bottom brought tears to both our eyes. At least the other five made it.

For the first month I watched as the chicks began to show their own personality. It was hard to do that and watch the border at the same time but I still somehow managed.

They were old enough by now to know that I had an important job in the pride lands and once I told Conga that it would be her job to take my place, she became quite ecstatic and told everyone who came near the tree that she would take her fathers place one day. Of course everyone thought she was very silly and would just go along with her little story of how great I was.

Conga was also a very adventurous sort, wanting to explore the world and leading her brothers and sisters on adventures around the nest. Once her feathers began to develop I noticed that she was sporting a teal color and had some yellow on her wings, I knew she would grow to be quite a lovely young chick.

Dinari was a shy sort like his mother; he was the quiet one, usually the follower and agreed with everyone. He never argued, he told me it was because he was too shy and just did not want to be yelled at. I hoped that his personality would change eventually but I would have to wait and see. He sported a lighter green color than his sister Conga and had black around the fringes of his wings.

Tiki was a flirt; I found this out one day when returning from an afternoon of patrolling the pride lands. She was talking to a hornbill that was just passing the area telling him how much she liked his wingspan and that she loved his head feathers which were actually sticking up in the air, they looked quite ridiculous and I promptly shooed him away. I got quite a reprimand from Tiki afterwards but after a small spanking she quieted down. She was yellow in color and had white wing fringes so I could see why others found her pretty.

Nuru sadly never really showed a personality mainly because he was the shortest lived chick. The poor thing caught a cold a few days after hatching and for many days he was very sick, staying beside Binti. He would moan and say that his head hurt. Binti even told me that his head was very hot to the touch. Finally after a week of being sick, I called Rafiki over who took him to his tree. Nuru did not return and Rafiki kindly buried him at the base of the tree. It was a sad scene to witness as both of us were there for it while Kalifa babysat. I knew it was part of the circle of life but it was painful to see a child that was yours go like that, especially at such a young age. He had beautiful feathers too, slightly lighter than mine with some black around the wings. It was a shame to loose him.

Then there was Bahati, Bahati was a sweet thing but when things did not go her way, she had quite an attitude about it. Arguing about why her way would be better and if she did not win the argument she would throw a tantrum. It was not a pretty sight and poor Binti was often separating her when I returned from my daily duties, something which became more frequent now that for some reason Simba was more paranoid than ever. Bahati was green with white wing fringes; she was very pretty which I often told her.

Of course watching our children was a chore in and of itself. My job often prevented me from being with them most of the time and poor Binti was exhausted from trying to watch them all day. I tried to get all my work done so I could watch them in the afternoon but something would keep coming up and I would not be home until a few hours before the sun set.

I did not expect parenthood to be that hard. Mufasa and Simba made it look easy, though of course both of them only had one cub each time. I had four of them to deal with. I even wondered if we were that hard for my mom, or maybe my grandfather being there all the time helped and he did keep us occupied with his stories. It made me wish he was still alive.

Of course the first month turned out to be easy, the second month however was the time when the chicks learned to fly and that was when the real work began.

A/N: Okay I am stopping here because I cannot go any farther and I just think this chapter totally sucks. I hope to have a better chapter next time but don't count on it since I seem to be on a writers block thing. Plus I work nights now and that is usually when I write so it looks like I will not have this finished by the end of December and I have no idea when the next chapter will be up. OH and in case you are wondering, Bahati means "My Luck is Good", Nuru means "Born during the day", Dinari means "Our shining star" Conga and Tiki don't really have meanings I just got them from the Enchanted Tiki Room at the Magic Kingdom. Well hope to see you all later, have a nice week.