Wukong had been pregnant, key word, had. He had given birth some years from now — he had a kid. A frickin’ kid! He never wanted a kid. At least not this soon! Good part? At least they were adorable. From his perspective, at least. But gods, it was getting increasingly more tiring taking care of his cub and the pilgrims at the same time! It was night, the pilgrims were asleep. He was currently slumped against a tree, his cub? Don’t know. They had wandered in the woods. He trusts them enough that they can take care of themselves by now. He groaned in exhaustion, dragging his hand’s over his face.

“I can’t … I can’t even…” He stopped, exhaling shakily. “I can barely take care of the monk and the pilgrims. How am I supposed to take care of them?”

He could hear distant snoring of Baije. Wukong’s ears twitched in irritation. His cub couldn’t know. Not yet. Not like this. This was… his burden alone.