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Breakfast with Negan
Beth woke to a scratching at the bedroom door. It had to be Sam. Was it already time for his morning "outing"? Beth looked to her left to see that Daryl was sprawled out, face down, naked ass shining for all to see. He was out cold. God bless him Beth thought. She knew he had to be worn out. And not just from the sex – the man had been pushing for weeks now, even before she'd arrived on the scene, to get everything ready for last night's tag and snag. Beth only hoped that it was as successful as Daryl was expecting it to be, needing it to be. More scratching and now whining at the bedroom door. "I'm comin Sam – let me put something on" Beth told the dog, that couldn't hear a word she was saying.
Beth slipped a pair of black striped yoga pants on and a light grey t shirt. She quickly tied the laces on her tennis shoes and opened the door to greet Sam. "Mornin Buddy" she said and rubbed his ears. "Ready to go out?" Beth signed the word "out". Sam waited for her at the front door while Beth retrieved his leash and then they were on their way.
Beth nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw her reflection in the elevator door. She certainly had that "just been fucked out of your mind" look about her. On the plus side though, she didn't really know many people here yet, so there. Sam was so happy to actually find some grass so that he could take care of business. Beth spied the bagel shop across the street. Noticing they had a service window right on the sidewalk caught her attention. Beth could pick up some bagels and not have to worry about what to do with Sam. Well, there ya go Beth thought. Breakfast is served.
Beth and Sam entered the apartment quietly just in case Daryl was still sleeping. She did not want to disturb him. Sam followed Beth into the kitchen where she went about the very important business of getting the dog fed. Beth wasn't hungry at the moment so she thought she'd tend to some domestic issues. Beth went into Sam's bedroom and stripped the sheets from the queen sized bed she'd slept on and the sheets from Sam's twin sized bottom bunk. While she was at it, she pulled the bedding from the upper bunk as well. Who knows how long it'd been since they'd been washed. She snagged all the laundry she'd produced from that bathroom and then made her way to her and Daryl's bedroom. That was weird – her and Daryl's bedroom.
There he was still in all his glory for the world to see. Beth gathered all the dirty laundry from the bathroom hamper and the bedding from their bed, since they'd slung it all over the place last night. Daryl was sleeping on a bare mattress at the moment. Sam moseyed on in there, nosing around, wondering why in the world Daryl didn't take him for his morning walk. Sam stuck his cold, wet nose into Daryl's face.
"Hey Boy" Daryl said in a scratchy voice. "Just a few more minutes, k?"
Beth giggled at the sight. A sad Sam wanting Daryl to get up and a groggy Daryl begging for just a little more sleep. Beth tossed the comforter across Daryl's naked ass and pulled the door to, but not shut. She drug all the dirty laundry, and it was substantial, back to Sam's room. That's where, she'd discovered the laundry closet was. Beth began sorting all the laundry in piles – by the time she was finished sorting, there were so many piles there were a few scattered out in the hallway. Beth got the first load of sheets going in the washer and made her way to the kitchen to start a grocery list. After eating all of that rich food last night, and the upcoming yacht thing this weekend she and Daryl were going on a mini crash diet for the next few days. She pulled the leftover roast from the fridge and decided that she would make some vegetable beef soup.
Beth's phone buzzed to signal an incoming call. That was a shock – it was always a shock when someone actually called. That could only mean it was one of two people. Beth dreaded looking at the screen. God. It was her mother. Could be worse. Could've been Hershel instead of Annette.
Hey Momma.
I'm good. How are you?
Oh my. Already? How is the garden doing?
Wow. That's a lot of beans.
How's Daddy?
Beth heard someone at the door, but they had let themselves in.
Must be Noah she thought. He was the only person she knew of that had a key. Imagine her surprise to look up and see Negan standing there with coffee and donuts. Shock would be an understatement. Negan winked at her and sat the goodies down on the breakfast bar. He nodded at her since it was obvious she had someone on the other end of the phone. He stepped into the living room to give her some privacy.
What do ya mean Daddy had a wreck? Is he okay?
Ya mean he just ran the red light?
Was anyone hurt?
Well that's good.
He totaled both trucks? Good Lord.
I thought Rick was gonna talk to him about not drivin anymore.
Not a lot I can do 'bout it Momma. I'm still in Chicago.
Yes. I'm still in Chicago.
No. No I'm not comin home.
Well, I'm comin for the weddin.
I'm stayin here with Daryl.
What do you mean, what does that mean? I'm movin to Chicago.
It was okay when Maggie moved to Chicago.
I'm not gettin into this with you over the phone.
Next Thursday.
No. I'm not comin home before then. Told Maggie to get Tara or somebody to do all her bullshit weddin chores.
Don't tell him anything – I'll deal with Daddy. I always do, don't I?
Look. I gotta go. I'll see ya next Thursday evening. Love ya Momma.
Beth disconnected from the call.
XOXOXOXO
Negan worked the key into the lock of Daryl's front door. He figured they were both still piled up in the bed and he would just leave the coffee and donuts for them to find when they woke up. Negan really did fell like a piece of shit for his behavior last night. Beth seemed to be crazy about Daryl, Daryl was definitely crazy about her and that should be all that mattered. Right?
As he pushed open the front door, it didn't want to open all the way. "What the fuckity fuck is going on here?" Negan said taking in all the piles of what the hell. "Is it fucking laundry day?" He was going to yell some kind of insult about not being able to find good help when he heard Beth's sweet southern voice talking to someone. Didn't sound like she was talking to Daryl. No, he'd heard her say Momma. Awww, hell Baby Girl's on the phone with her Momma – this oughta be good.
Negan stepped over the piles of clothing, underwear (damn, a pair of tiny ass panties caught his eye), and towels to walk into the kitchen. Sam looked up at the man and then promptly returned back to his food bowl. That damn dog is always eating – not sure how Daryl affords to feed him. He winked at Beth and set the morning treats on the counter then thought he'd give the girl a little space. Negan did enjoy listening to her side of the conversation from the living room though.
XOXOXOXO
Beth wondered what Negan was up to. He was awfully quiet in the living room. She flipped the top of the donut box open to find an assortment of tempting pastries. Dammit. There was a crème filled, chocolate covered long john. Oh well, shit. Beth picked it up and poured herself a tall glass of milk. Beth found Negan stretched out on the leather sofa as if he lived there. Beth walked in and sat in the chair, a mouth full of donut and the beginnings of a phenomenal milk mustache.
"Oh God" she said in between bites. "You've identified my weakness."
Negan chuckled low in his throat. "Every girl has her price Doll Baby" he said.
"Nuh uh" Beth told him.
"Sorry. Sweetheart" he amended.
"Don't you remember what happened last night when ya called me sweetheart?" Beth asked him.
"Fuck, sorry" he said. "Beth"
"There ya go" she smiled at him and held what was left of her donut up to him as a salute. "Thanks for breakfast by the way. I'd picked up bagels while I had Sam out this mornin, but this is way better."
Negan sat up on the couch. "Jesus Christ Girl" he blurted out. "Did you go out looking like that?"
You could have slapped Beth across the face and she wouldn't have been any more surprised. "What?" she gasped. "Do I look that bad?"
"You look like you've just escaped from the Cook County Jail in those striped pants" Negan laughed. "That hair looks like you're some mental patient that just clawed her way out an institution."
The two of them looked at each other and neither could hold back the laughter. "Where the fuck is Daryl? That son of a bitch has to go to work."
"He's still asleep – little tuckered out" Beth swallowed the last bite.
Negan cut his eyes at her. "Mmm, I bet" he said. Beth knew what he was insinuating – she didn't care. Part of Negan's MO was seeing if he could get a rise out of people. She wasn't biting this morning.
Negan stood up from the couch, took another sip of coffee, and then set off for the bedroom. He busted through the door and when he saw the state of the bed and Daryl's naked ass it was just more than the man could take. He took a running jump and tackled Daryl right where he was. The force of his landing was so much that the weight of both men wrestling around broke the bed down to the floor. Daryl was awake now.
"What the fuck man?" Beth heard Daryl yell.
"God, Daryl, you really are a sex machine. I'm just a love machine" Negan started singing. "And I won't work for nobody but you." Negan was gyrating and humping on Daryl. "I'm just a love machine. A huggin, kissin fiend."
"Negan, if you don't get the hell off me" Daryl cussed. Beth heard scuffling and more cussing. Then she heard laughing and more cussing. Negan was laughing so hard he was now in the middle of a full-fledged coughing fit. Beth ran to the bedroom to make sure no one was hurt and that's when Sam joined the ruckus. The dog was quite certain that Negan was causing his master harm. Sam launched himself onto what was left of the bed causing the other side to collapse as well.
"Oh my God!" Negan yelled. "Get this fuckin hound of hell off me Beth before he mauls me to death." Negan was yelling for help, Daryl was yelling "get him Sam", "get him Sam", and Sam was barking so loudly she felt it down to her bones.
Beth couldn't do anything but laugh. "Guys, stop it" she begged. "Somebody's gonna get hurt." By the time everyone was tuckered out and Sam was tired of defending his human the bedroom was pretty much a disaster. They'd managed to knock everything off both bedside tables. Daryl had fallen into the full length mirror busting it into hundreds of pieces and Negan's head banged into the corner of the dresser.
"Okay guys" Beth shouted. "That's enough!" Negan and Daryl were both scrambling around the room each still trying to get the upper hand when they heard a knock at the front door.
"Security" someone behind the locked door said.
"Ya'll happy now? Someone's called security!" Beth scream whispered at them. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"
Daryl scrounged around the floor looking for something to put on – anything, something that didn't have mirror shards embedded in it. Negan held up Beth's thongs from the night before and spun them around his finger. Daryl snatched them from Negan.
"Security" the guy repeated. "Open up."
"Go get the door Beth" Daryl told her. "Get rid of em."
"Does this fall under my job description?" she wondered aloud.
"Yes" both man answered.
Song lyrics – Love Machine by the Miracles
Look it up on youtube. You'll get to watch some old Soul Train – good stuff.
