T’Challa smiled to himself, peering into the room and hoping he’d spot you somewhere nearby. For some reason, you were nowhere to be found. The bedroom was empty, and he had yet to spot you.
“Umfazi*?” He called, looking around your home. The space was quiet and peaceful, from the kitchen to the living area to the- wait, no, maybe not the living area.
T’Challa peered over the couch, finding you falling fast asleep with the television running on some news channel depicting how terrible things were going in the world.
“Umfazi…” He murmured, his fingers brushing the back of your cheek. Your nose scrunched in your sleep, your eyes squeezing shut tighter. He chuckled softly, his hand wandering up the side of your face and through your hair. “Pelonomi*~”
“...Wha’ you want?” You mumbled lazily, burying your face deeper into the pillow. “Tryin’ to sleep…”
“That is what the bed is for, my