When a warthog and a meerkat love each other very, very much... Chapter 2!!!
The second chapter finally arrived!!! yeyeyey!!!! Thanks again to Camy and Spooky for being my beta readers 🫶
Again, tagging some moots!: @timona-lisa @shitpost-it-tristan @pumbaa-de-milo (if anyone else wants to be tagged in the next caps just tell me)
You can find chapter one here!
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Pumbaa paced back-and-forth at the foot of Rafiki’s tree. It had been a while since Timon was up there, and his worrying only kept increasing.
“Why is taking them so long?” complained Kiara. She and the other three lions had come with them.
Pumbaa sighed and sat next to her. He wanted to be there for his husband, but Rafiki hasn’t let him to go with Timon.
“I don’t know. I just hope Timon is fine”
As if summoned, Rafiki jumped down, landing between them. Everybody stood up.
“Is Timon alright?” Simba asked. Rafiki giggled before answering.
“He will be good. But first, I need to talk with you” He said, as he pointed Pumbaa with his stack. The eyes of the warthog went wide open.
“Let’s say that there’s an affair that concerns both of you” replied Rafiki. Pumbaa followed him, intrigued.
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It hasn’t been many times the ones Pumbaa had been at the top of Rafiki’s tree, and maybe was that what made it such an interesting place. The hanging fruits, the paintings on the walls and “Timon!” Pumbaa ran to meet his mate. He pulled Timon in a careful, loose hug.
“There, there, big guy. There’s no need of being dramatic. It’s not like I’m dying or anything.” Timon joked, although he had an affectionate smile on his face.
“I was so worried! It isn’t like you to get sick like that.” And then, turning to look Timon’s face. “How do you feel?”
“I’m good, really! C’mon Pumbaa, do ya really think some little nausea can end with ol’ Timon so easily?”
Rafiki, who had been gazing at them, intervened.
“Timon is right, I checked out all his vital signs and there’s nothing wrong with him.”
Timon smiled, satisfied, but Pumbaa’s worrying was persistent.
“Then why did you call me here?”.
“I need to tell you something. Maybe you two want to sit down.”
They sat, closer than they normally would have. Timon took Pumbaa’s hoof.
“Timon” Rafiki began. “After examining you, along with the symptoms you described me, added to your… kind of body, everything seems to point out that you’re pregnant.”
Then “WHAT?!” Timon yapped. “How I’m going- Is it even possible- How can I be-” He mumbled, now drifting.
“A-am I pregnant, of Pumbaa?!
“Have you been with someone else?”
Pumbaa approached Timon to his body, trying to offer some comfort by rubbing his fur.
“But Rafiki, how can this be possible? We- Timon and I are so… different”
“This certainly isn’t like something I have seen before” Rafiki said.
“Then what do we do?!” Timon grilled.
“As I see it, you have two options; you can keep going with pregnancy and have the pup. I can’t promise there won’t be any trouble, but I’ll try to help you as much as I can” he explained.
“What… what is it the other option?” Pumbaa enquired, holding Timon tighter.
“The other option…” Rafiki rummaged through his potions and his coconut shells. He pulled out a little branch of velvety leaves, which he tended to Timon “… the other option is to finish with pregnancy as soon as you can. Eat some of these leaves and it will be done” The shaman stood up.
“Decision is up to you. Now, go home. Timon still needs to rest and there’re some things you two need to talk about”
Timon held himself as he went, in silence. Pumbaa stared at him for a second, and, before of following his husband, he added: “Thanks Rafiki. Goodbye.”
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“How has it been guys?” Nala asked. Timon held the branch Rafiki had gave him tighter, totally zoned out.
“Timon is doing good” Pumbaa said. “He just needs a little of resting”
“Then why did Rafiki call you?” Simba intervened. The warthog froze. He couldn’t tell them the truth, not yet, not before talking with Timon.
“H-he just wanted to tell me how to take good care of him” Pumbaa lied. The warthog bend down so Timon could get up. “I hate to say this but we’re going to go back to the Hakuna Matata Waterfalls for a couple of days. We- Timon needs some repose.”
“So soon?” She approached to nuzzle Timon and Pumbaa. “Get better soon, Pops” Timon didn’t answered, although he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.
“We’ll be back in no time”
With a final wave, the pair went back to their little oasis.
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It was sunset when they arrived. Pumbaa swallowed as he moved between trees, Timon still riding him. Finally, he reached the waterfalls, near to the spot where they slept.
“So…” Pumbaa began, sitting down. “What do you want- no, wait, what do we do- how, um, I, I mean-, you…us…” The warthog stopped, unsure of what to say.
“I…” Timon tried, but words died before he could make a coherent sentence.
He snuggled against Pumbaa.
During a long time, none of them said anything. Then, when starts began to ting above them, Pumbaa took a depth breath.
“Do you want to keep it?”
“So you’re answering first” Timon grinned.
“I…” Pumbaa chose his words delicately “I wouldn’t mind having another kid. B-but if that means to put you in danger, then I’d never- You don’t have to-” He turned to hold Timon’s paw.
“Timon, I completely understand if you don’t want to go through this.” The meerkat had to unmet his eyes, he didn’t want to cry, not yet.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to be a dad” he muttered.
“Honey, you already are a dad”
“A dad of a baby!” His plan of not crying in front of Pumbaa was ruined. “Pumbaa, I’m gonna mess this up, like everything I do!”
Pumbaa poked his crying husband.
“You won’t. Timon, look at me. You. Are. Not. Going. To. Wreck. This. Do you want to keep it?”
Timon nodded, sobbing ugly.
“Then we’ll have it-” Pumbaa was interrupted by Timon hugging him tight. The warthog squeezed him back, his eyes tearing too.
“I just am… really scared” Timon whispered.
Pumbaa gently kissed his forehead.
“Don’t be. I will be there for you. And also Simba, and Nala, and Kiara, and Rafiki…” Timon’s eyes widened.
“The kid! How are we going to tell him-”
“Shhh, Hakuna Matata. We’ll worry about that tomorrow. Now, we should get some rest”
Timon assented, still weeping but calmer now.
They held together, wrapped in the safety of their home, until, hours later, they fell asleep.
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