Zhara wakes up the following day with an arm wrapped around her stomach. She stretches ever so slightly, eyes closed as she gently rubs the arm.

" Morning, baby," Erik mumbles into her shoulder's skin, then kisses it gently.

" Morning, babe," Zhara responds as she snuggles into his chest.

Their eyes remain closed. Erik's hand tightly grips Zhara's waist as he deeply inhales with his nose resting on her neck.

Erik begins kissing all around her neck, slowly, passionately, effortlessly. He continues, massaging her hip as her head rolls back.

His touch is light and feathery. His movements are soft and fluid.

His mind is completely obsessed.

For so long he's worshiped the ground she walks on, and he longs to give her the world.

He's so damn close... he can taste it.

Erik begins placing gentle kisses along her belly, making the little airs along her body stick up as she smiles.

He crawls back up to her face as her eyes open, then forms a slight smirk as he looks at her beautiful brown orbs.

" Come with me to London," He offers with a soft head nod.

" I just got back home," Zhara points out with a tut, " And I have a client today. It's her due date."

" Tomorrow," Erik interjects, " Let's go tomorrow."

And Zhara takes a moment. Scanning both of his eyes as she debates over her uncertainty.

" You're serious?" She asks, and he nods, " What's this about, ademi?"

" I wanna give you everything you deserve," He states as he cups her face, " I wanna give you the whole world."

" And the whole world is in London?" Zhara questions with slightly furrowed brows.

" Nah," Erik chuckles, " That's just a pit stop... We're going home."

Zhara takes another moment, thinking over his words and scanning his eyes before she figures out what he truly means.

" Africa?"

" Yes, ma'am."

Zhara sits up in bed against the headboard, and Erik remains directly in front of her.

" Don't tell me you don't wanna go home," He quips.

" This is my home, Erik," Zhara says as she points down toward the mattress, " Atlanta is my home. New Orleans with my mother and father is my home."

" It's not your real home," Erik states, " And we know that."

But then, the pieces of the puzzle slowly come together in her mind.

" Is this about Wakanda?" Zhara asks, " Erik..."

" We were robbed, Ra," He insists as he takes her hands into his, " We were robbed to live in the place of our ancestors... don't you think we deserve a chance?"

" My father left for a reason," She states as she pulls her hands back, " We cannot."

" Your father... didn't know what he was missing," Erik chuckles as he shakes his head with a grin, " Wakanda... is so much more than those little bedtime stories you were told. Wakanda is our home... and I'll I'm asking is that you come with me."

But Zhara doesn't know what she wants.

History is something that has always troubled her, which is why her lifestyle has become so drastically different.

She was tired of constantly being reminded of the pain... so she healed.

She chose a path that was best for her.

An enlightened path.

But what Erik is asking... will bring back all that pain she spent so long trying to forget about.

The pain her mother's family had to go through when they were taken from their homes and relocated to Haiti.

But the thought of being able to go back to the land she once came from... it's tempting.

It's alluring.

And while she considers the States to be her home now... she feels her ancestors calling out to her.

She feels the pull to her homeland.

" Alright," Zhara nods, " I'll come with you."

Erik smiles widely, then leans forward for an ever-so-passionate kiss with his girl.

The day continues on like any other, Zhara gets ready for work and meets with the mother to be in her home. By the time she arrives, the water has already broken.

The nurse has the mom in a small pool of water, helping her breathe through each and every contraction.

Zhara greets the mom like usual, who lets out a sigh of relief once she sees her.

" Enkosi, Yesu (Thank you, Jesus)" She sighs, " Where the hell were you?!"

" I'm so sorry, mama, the traffic was terrible," Zhara says as she sets down her bag, " But I'm here, Regina, I'm here."

" Get this baby out of me," Regina cries as yet another contraction hits.

" We will, mama, we will, don't worry about that," Zhara says as she kneels down next to the pool, " But right now I need you to repeat after me. I am strong."

" I am strong," Regina repeats.

" I am beautiful."

" I am beautiful."

" I am powerful."

" I am powerful."

" I can create life."

" I can create life."

" I can do this."

" I can do this."

With Zhara's help and support, the baby comes out of the mother's womb and out into the world. It's immediately placed on the mother's chest, who looks down at her child with teary eyes as it takes it's first breath.

Regina and her partner look down at their baby in awe, cooing over the little child that just came into the world.

Zhara smiles and looks from a small distance.

This is why she does what she does.

This is her second time helping Regina with her labors, and her 31st mom she's assisted.

And this is what makes it all worth it.

This moment.

Watching the joy on people's faces as they look down at their newborn baby.

It's absolutely priceless.

She adores aiding others with whatever they need.

And she loves helping women during their sacred times.

She treats all her clients like the goddesses that they are.

They can create life.

They can turn a teeny tiny little clump of cells into a baby that cries once it leaves the woman.

Her services have been offered for years, and one day it'll be her turn.

One day it'll be her turn to hire a doula and spend 9 months in a sacred space where her temple, where her body is just... magical.

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