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The moment has arrived

Pain. Extreme pain.

Sherry couldn't remember the last time she felt such a horrible physical pain. Her screams echoed in the room as the wives scurried around her. She was barely aware of what they were saying. She couldn't even acknowledge the fact that Amber was dabbing her sweating brow with a cool towel. All she could do was scream, stirring the raw sensation in her throat considering how long it had been going on.

"Do something damn it! Do something right now!"

Negan's commanding voice caused her to ignore the pain long enough to open her previously shut eyes to see their fearless leader looking concerned and angry at the foot of her bed, waving Lucille around.

"We're doing our best," Jessica snapped. "In case you don't know, having a baby hurts like hell!"

Negan looked momentarily taken aback by her aggressiveness, but it was quickly washed away with, dare she believe, nervousness. Never did Sherry imagine she would see such a look on the bastard's face. Such a thing seemed to encourage bravery among some of the women when it came to their husband. Still others were scared shitless, eyeing the bat as if afraid he'd suddenly smash one of their heads.

But Sherry didn't have long to process his behavior as another wave of pain struck her. She threw her head against the pillows crying out.

Negan flew into a string of curses and grabbed Dr. Carson's collar.

"Sherry better not die goddamnit! Not her or the baby."

She was barely aware of his shaky response.

The room was starting to spin, as reality had in the past months. She couldn't believe she was already here, at this moment, about to give birth. Some part of her had expected to die before now. Why hadn't she died? Why hadn't the baby died? Why hadn't she pushed for its death? She could've avoided the pain and the coming motherhood. She could've been free of her new responsibility in order to continue tolerating her existence among the Saviors.

"Sherry."

Dr. Carson's voice seemed to be coming to her from afar.

"Sherry…push…I need…you to…push."

She blinked a few times and raised her eyes to see him in position below her.

"It's time to push," he was saying.

"It's okay, it's okay," one of the women cried. She turned to see Amber twisting her hand in hers.

"Sherry," she heard the bastard say in a soft voice.

She looked around and her eyes locked onto Negan's. It was jarring to see him so concerned and it frightened her even more. At that moment she wasn't sure what to feel; hatred for him for putting her through this pain, or fear that it was because of him that she would die in this way. She could also sense a side of herself that felt saddened at being parted from him, and it was a clear sign that she was losing her grip even more.

She hoped her eyes could speak for her because she didn't have the strength to vocalize it, but if they couldn't save her, she hoped Negan wouldn't kill the baby. She'd have no love for it, she was sure, but it was still a baby; and maybe, just maybe, it would be the kind of thing to tone down the bastard's brutal ways if he had to become a father full time. As much as she despised Negan, she felt almost compelled to apologize for putting such a burden on him.

"Push Sherry!"

She threw her head back and screamed.

"Sherry! Goddamn!" Negan cried.

"Push!"

Her body followed the command as she continued to cry out. She wasn't sure how long it had been. She was aware of her body bringing forth the awful seed that had been inside her now fully developed.

"I've got the head," Dr. Carson cried.

"Damn."

"Negan get out of the way," one of the wives ordered.

Sherry cried out again. Her mind was suddenly flooded with images of Dwight.

"I'm, sorry," she whispered to him as tears ran down her cheeks.

There was a slight silence before a loud wail erupted. Sherry took a few deep breaths and raised her head. Her eyes locked onto the thing wiggling in the doctor's arms and she felt confused. The doctor met her eyes, looking neither happy nor sad. Sherry found she felt the same way.

"It's a boy."

If there's still interest in this fic I'll continue, or I can end it here at a nice even 10 chapters and end this fic. Halloween is coming and I hope to take some time doing spooky fics. But if you're still reading feel free to review.