Bentley woke the next morning to see Negan lying next to her, his gray t-shirt creeping up revealing his toned body. She trailed a finger from his belly button up to his chest, waking him up.

"Morning, beautiful," he smiled as his eyes opened and he saw her looking at him with a small, coy smile on her face.

"I had a good time last night," she whispered as she climbed on top of him, running her hands under his shirt.

Negan grinned, as he grabbed her hands and placed them on his face. Bentley sometimes wished the world could see this side of her Baby but they would no longer fear him. She leaned down and placed her lips on his jaw line, working her way to his lips.

When Bentley pulled back, she was pleased to see Negan's lips curl into a large grin, "Sometimes, Baby, I think you could be my one and only. If it wasn't for wanting an heir, well, let's just say….you could have me all to yourself," he stated, his smile spreading across his whole face.

Bentley swallowed hard as she listened to what he was saying, knowing she wasn't going to have this life much longer. "Sh," she ordered, placing her finger to his lips before backing up under the sheets, enjoying the sound of his laughter at knowing what she was doing.

Negan left before Bentley was ready but she took a deep breath as she pulled on her jacket and skipped out into the hall to get her prisoner some breakfast.

She walked into the kitchen to see Dwight but she was instantly nauseated by the smell from all the food aromas floating through the air. She began taking breaths through her mouth as she walked forward, "Do you have breakfast for my sweet prisoner?" she asked, leaning her head to the side with a smile.

Dwight laughed as he slapped dog food onto a loaf of bread and passed it to her. Bentley wasn't prepared for the pungent aroma of dog food to hit her in the face and she turned her head quickly, only to dry heave.

"You up to taking care of the prisoner?" Dwight asked, looking at her with a face full of questions.

Bentley gathered herself and nodded, "I'm good, sunshine," she lied, "Meet me down there in 15 to take him up to see the doctor," she said as she turned to leave, holding the sandwich as far from her nose as possible.

She skipped down into the prion hall, smiling as she heard the continual loop of Britney Spears playing above. She opened Daryl's door and walked in, squatting down in front of him, holding out his breakfast.

"Morning, Sweet Cheeks," she teased with a grin, "I brought you a little something," she said as he took the dog food sandwich and ripped into it with his teeth.

Bentley had to suppress another gag as she remembered she'd left her meds from the doc in her other jacket. "You think you might wanna join us?" she asked as she stood to back away from the smell.

Daryl shook his head, "I won't join you people. The others stand by and watch what he does but you look like you enjoy it. Who made you into such a twisted being?" he asked, his voice hoarse from not having any water.

Bentley didn't like what he'd said about her and she was going to make sure to tell Negan later but she replied, "The apocalypse made me this way, Sunshine. Your people have killed too so you don't get to pretend you're all high and mighty. Your leader would have a better command if he took some notes from my Baby," she vented, angry at how his words made her feel.

Before Daryl could say another word to her, Dwight walked up and grabbed Daryl by the sweatshirt collar, "You get to see Dr. Carson today."

Bentley skipped behind them happily as they walked to the Doctor's office but when they arrived, Sherry was there.

"Hey D," she said with a fake smile.

Dwight looked down, hiding his expression, "Hey Sherry," he replied before walking Daryl over to sit on the table. Dwight's eye saw a pregnancy test sitting on the table and Sherry caught him examining it.

"It's negative," she said which made Bentley sigh.

"Better luck next time," Doctor Carson said as he began looking Daryl over.

Sherry left but in her absence Negan waltzed through the door, flashing a smile at Bentley when he noticed her standing to the side.

"Have I had any luck with any of my wives?" Negan asked slapping Daryl on the leg as if they were friends.

Dr. Carson shot a look Bentley's way before replying, "Nope, not yet, Boss. Maybe you should start trying more frequently," he suggested causing Bentley to give him a threatening glare.

Dwight stepped in, interrupting the conversation, "Boss, can I have a word with you?"

Negan looked at his man curiously as he traipsed out of the room, following Dwight. Bentley had no idea what they were discussing as Dr. Carson resumed his check up of her prisoner.

"You know, Sunshine," she began, taunting him once more, "If you just agree to play nice, your little world could get so much better."

Daryl stared daggers at her as he sat, motionless. Before anyone could speak again, Negan sauntered back through the door.

"Baby," he said causing Bentley to look his way, "D tells me you weren't feeling very good this morning. Do you wanna let Dr. Carson give you a once over?" he asked, reaching out and taking her hand in his, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.

Bentley watched Daryl as Negan interacted with her and noticed he seemed intrigued by Negan's much softer behavior. "No, Babe," she replied, "There ain't a thing wrong with me. The smell of dog food just got me for a quick second. D is just being overprotective."

"He better be damn overprotective of my best girl," Negan said proudly, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her to him, "You go take the rest of the day to rest up if you don't wanna see the good Doctor."

Negan watched as Bentley began to protest and he shook his head, "Do it for me, Baby. I'll have much easier day if I know that you're not suffering. You've done enough," he stated as he began walking her back to her room. "D, take over with our friend Daryl," Negan ordered as they passed through the door, "I need my Baby well rested when we visit our friend Rick again."