Future plans
Simba sat on the promontory gazing over the Pridelands, now that he was going to become a father he didn't know what to expect.
"Father." He whispered to the stars, "will I be as good as you were? Will I be a good king?"
Simba didn't notice the presence of two others next to him, "Simba?" Asked a concerned voice. Startled the young king turned around to face Timon and Pumbaa.
"Are you ok?" Asked Pumbaa.
Simba sighed, "not really."
Timon let out an exasperated sigh, "look Simba, if you're worried about becoming a father you have nothing to fear."
Pumbaa nodded his head, "yeah and besides you're a great king!" The warthog added.
"Thanks guys, but I just can't help feel a bit frightened what with the outlanders becoming more of a threat!"
Pumbaa nodded his head in understanding whilst Timon jumped off his back and walked towards the lion. Placing his paw on Simba's large golden paw, the meercat looked up into his troubled friends eyes and reassured him that nothing would happen.
"I hope your right Timon."
Smiling Timon climbed back onto his position of Pumbaa's back, "lets get some shut eye buddy!" He exclaimed. The warthog nodded his head eagerly and after bidding goodnight to each other the duo left the young lion king to his thoughts.
"I can't believe this!" Roared Zira, "so the hairball is expecting a cub? Well he won't live to see it!"
"B-b-b-but mother?"
"No buts Nuka, you know what that lion did to Scar." She paused to lick the heads of her young cubs, "now when our little chosen Kovu becomes king I will make sure Simba's pathetic cub is destroyed!"
Nuka glanced over at his brother and sister in disgust, "but why does that little termite have to be the chosen one?"
Zira rolled her eyes, "because you are weak, Kovu is not!"
The young cub looked about ready to cry but recomposed himself just in time to ask his cold-hearted mother a new question.
"What are you going to call the girl?"
Zira smiled, "Vitani."
Sorry its short…the next chapter will be longer I promise!