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Wukong woke up early one morning doing simple chores around the island. Helping the baby monkeys, picking peaches, and just taking care of any areas that needed tending.
"So darlin', darlin', stand by me. Oh, stand Stand by me, stand by me..~" Wukong hummed a tune as he plucked the peaches of the tree and placed them in a basket.
Wukong yelped when one of the small monkeys jump onto his shoulder. "Hey, knock it off guys, I'm doing the chores." He said.
All of a sudden, The great sage then winced with a nerve wrecking pain in his stomach. "Wh-What the?"
The pain happened again and it was worse than before, he looks down at his pants and saw something red running down his legs.
A look of terror spread across his face. The monkey quickly came to their monarch's aid smelling the blood.
"Quickly, get Macaque!!" He tells them. His knees gave out and slowly slid to the ground.
One rushes and hops inside the window. There, Macaque was still sound asleep in bed.
The monkey hollers and tugs at his hair, trying to wake him up. Macaque groans, finally woken up from his slumber from the tugging. "Hm, wh-what's wrong little one?"
A look of panic was on the white Monkey's pace and frantically pointed outside. He looks confused about its behavior until he sniffs the air, the scent of something metallic filled his nostrils...
Blood.
The black demon emerges from the shadows, in front of his mate and gasped at the sight of him.
"What the—"
"Get help! Please!" He cried, crying out excruciating pain as he held his stomach, In a sheer of panic Macaque took him in his arms and opened a portal and the two disappeared.
Macaque had taken him to DBK's Palace, he wanted Princess Iron Fan to look over him. He sat in the waiting room, his foot tapping impatiently.
Macaque shifted in his seat nervously, his palms were sweating and his heart was racing.
He was nervous, scratch that...Beyond nervous!
After a while she had stepped out the room and told everyone the devastating news.
"I'm afraid that he has suffered a miscarriage." Was what she said.
W-what???
A miscarriage??
"Oh no..." Ao lie's gasped, covering his mouth in shock. His fellow pilgrims--DBK--had the same shock expression on their faces. Macaque felt his whole world crashing down, like everything he was hoping for was vanquished.
He scrambled to his feet and into the room slamming the door shut.
Wukong was lying in bed in bed staring at nothing but the wall. His face was…empty. His cheerfulness, his bright smile, and those sunshine eyes weren’t there. There was nothing but…sorrow, and sadness.
Wukong didn't even flinched when he felt Macaque pulling him into his arms trying to comfort him.
“Wukong…”
“Liu Er, I-Im sorry. I’m so sorry…” Wukong sobbed, burying his face in his chest fur.
"No, it’s not your fault. It’s definitely not your fault Mac." Macaque spoke softly, pressing his lips against his mate’s forehead as his mate continued to cry, rested his head against his chest as Macaque stared at the wall in front of him.
They both stood in silence. There was nothing to be said or done.