When Lennon and Negan had returned home they were both exhausted. Lennon fell asleep instantly when her head hit the pillow, while Negan showered and came to join her shortly after. It was still early in the day, but they had both been through a lot.

Lennon opened her eyes and looked over at the clock that read one thirty in the morning. Negan wasn't in bed, but she could hear papers rustling in the living room. She felt the best she had in a while and got out of bed, stretching.

She quietly grabbed her bag and dug through it, she took out her black, laced bra and panties and slipped them on. She grabbed her mascara and ran to the bathroom, applying a small amount. She brushed her hair out and teased it up a bit. She walked out and saw Negan's leather jacket rested on the chair.

"Perfect." She whispered as she grabbed it and put it on.

She opened the door, slowly, in hopes of it not making a noise and looked over at Negan. The swelling and bruising of his face went down significantly since he had iced it before going to bed. He was wearing his glasses with a white t-shirt and some black sweats and looked quite focused on whatever he was working on.

She waltzed out, stopping in front of him with her hands on her waist and sticking her chest out. She felt slightly awkward but she was hoping this would be worth it.

"Hey bright eyes…." He was shuffling through some papers, "You sleep good? Cause I sure as hell did." He licked a finger and pulled one out of the stack.

Lennon cleared her throat and Negan looked up, "Well hot digitty dog!" He ran his tongue over his beautiful set of teeth and set his glasses on the table. He got up and walked over to Lennon, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her closely to her.

"Well fuck me, darlin'…" He whispered as his hands began to explore her body. It was as if with each touch he sent a jolt of electricity through her body, she wanted him more than anything in the world.

"Gladly." She said smiling up at him as the jacket hit the floor. She placed her hand on his chest, pushing him backwards as he landed on the couch, he was grinning from ear to ear. She straddled him and grinded on his large, erect dick, and removed her bra.

"Good fucking God!" Negan groaned as he placed both of his hands on her perky breasts. She placed her lips to his and as their tongues danced and ran her hand up his shirt, pulling away from the kiss, removing it. She ran her hands across his shoulders, chest, stomach, wanting to remember every small detail about his body.

Their lips joined again as he ran his hands under her panties, "Shit…I got you really fucking wet, huh?"

"I want you, Negan."

He picked her up, and sat her on the kitchen table. He caressed her face and looked her in the eyes, "You don't know how long I've been wanting this bright eyes." He said breathily, causing her to quiver. He placed his hands on her knees, pushing them away from each other so her legs were spread, she lay back, resting on her elbows. She watched him like a dog that hadn't eaten in days, she wanted all of him.

He slid his pants halfway down, revealing his very large, engorged dick. He pulled Lennon closely to him, "Fuck me….please." She begged him as he ran his dick up and down her wet slit, "You sure doll?" He asked, barely being able to contain himself. She bit her lip and nodded, he slowly inched his way into her wet mound, "Oh God, Negan!" She moaned, digging her nails into his shoulder. He groaned and began to pump in and out of her, her walls tightening at each thrust.

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him, bouncing up and down, "Shit I can't take it much longer!" He said leaning her up against the wall and thrusting vigorously.

"Mmmm!" She moaned in complete pleasure and kissed him softly between pants.

"You ok?" He asked picking up the pace yet again.

Lennon bit her lip as she ran her hands through his hair and just nodded. He devilishly smiled and bit her lip.

"Fuck, oh man, Lennon!" He sighed seizing and holding her up against the wall, squeezing her butt.

"Oh my God, Negan, yes!" Her body became rigid, she could feel him cum inside of her and she melted into his embrace.

He held her, still inside her and rested his forehead on Lennon's. She looked into his wide eyes and saw passion and love, without thinking she whispered, "I love you Negan."

He looked at her intensely, setting her down and passionately kissing her, "I fucking love you too, bright eyes." He had the biggest grin on his face.

They went back to their bedroom and lay in bed, he had his arms wrapped around her, flesh to flesh, and rested his head on her shoulder, "I got the girl…I got the fucking girl." He said quietly and Lennon kissed his hand as the drifted to sleep.

…..2 Weeks Later…

"Come on…." Lennon said tapping her foot impatiently on the ground. She was in the bathroom, waiting for the results of a pregnancy test. Her period was a week late and she had been feeling nauseous on and off, Negan had no idea though.

"Hey, you ok Lennon?" He yelled from the living room.

"Yup, everything is fine!" She quickly said. She picked up the test, her eyes grew wide and it felt as if her heart was going to beat out of her chest. Positive?! Oh, good God. They had both wanted children, but in the future (at least Lennon).

She walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, "You ok bright eyes? Looks like you just saw a fucking ghost."

"Negan…..I-I'm pregnant." She said, as a smile crept across her face.

"No fucking way." He was in absolute shock, he stood up and walked over to her, "Holy shit, we're having a baby." He whispered, touching her stomach, "Holy fucking shit!" He picked her up, spinning her around.

"I'm going to be a fucking dad!" He said as he placed Lennon on the ground and passionately kissing her.

Lennon was very excited and felt like things were finally falling into place. Negan had dismissed all of his wives (surprisingly without her saying anything to him) and they were both the happiest they had ever been. The only thing that worried Lennon was her and Daryl had been intimate only a week earlier, sure she and Negan had been at it quite a bit, but there could always be the possibility of the baby being Daryl's. It would be the only thing that she ever kept from Negan, if he was ever to find out it would literally kill him.

She pulled away from the kiss and looked up at Negan, smiling, knowing that this was the man she was to spend the rest of her life with.