Negan looked uncomfortable seated behind the steering wheel as he drove us to my parents' house for our weekly dinner. I was trying very very hard not to fucking cackle. The reason for my darling coach's discomfort was simple, and funny. The mosquito had done a truly magnificent number on his right testicle. If I wasn't intimately familiar with Negan's balls, right and left, then I might not have noticed the swelling. I was, so I did. And so, as the love of my life drove to my parents', I tried desperately NOT to start laughing at his misery.

Considering the fact that he'd already spanked me to a burning climax, and I do mean BURNING, I was biting my tongue, lip, and anything that would keep my obvious mirth tucked away. Besides, I had other things to consider for our dinner.

First of all, I was wearing my ring. My promise ring, prominent and proud, but also something my mother had NO idea about. I was excited, to show it off, to have her either glare or grin. I wanted her to see, even after hearing my deep appreciation for what Coach could do to my body, that he truly loved me and was making plans. Long term future plans.

And the final one had to do with her knowledge of that deep down appreciation and her recommendations for when she and Daddy visited us down the road. I planned on making Delia Kendall squirm, not unlike Negan was trying desperately not to.

Pre-dinner conversation in the den was spent with my mother grilling Negan on the plans that my new jewelry would allude to. I nearly rolled my eyes, but the questions seemed to keep his mind off his swollen and irritated ball, so I let her go on with it. Daddy smiled vaguely at me when my mother had practically yanked my arm off to have a closer look at the delicate ring, but I was hoping that what I had planned for dinner would bring him more fully into the conversation.

We sat down at the table, still seated across from one another, too far to play, but much easier to eye fuck one another. I almost felt sorry for not giving him a head's up for what was coming. Almost, I thought, as I felt a twinge of soreness when my ass touched down on the beautiful, yet not as comfortable as the fucking should be dining room chair.

The main course was served, and I was careful to wait until the maid tucked herself back in the kitchen before I brought up the topic I was most interested in. Cutting off another round of "how long do you expect this pre-engagement to last" questioning by smiling widely at Negan and asking my mother if she had any other suggestions for our new house. She didn't catch the implications, but he did, and his dimples came out thinking I was going to dance around the topic. Poor soul, it's like he didn't fucking know me at all.

Mom was working through fabric ideas, and sofa groupings when I did something that not only woke up my dad, but made Negan nearly choke on his bite of steak. I tossed the ball gag down in the middle of the table and silence fell.

"I was more curious if you had any other sex toys you wanted to recommend?" And then, as though I hadn't just one upped Eric for hitting the wrong note during dinner, my father piped up from his end and had us all gasping.

"Delia? Is that ours?"

Negan was laughing into my bare shoulder as we lay tangled in our bed that night. "For fuck's sake, Amara," he was having issues catching is breath as he relived our dinner. "When your dad-"

I groaned and rolled over to bury my head in my pillow. "Kill me now!" I screamed, letting the pillow smother most of the noise. Rolling back over and letting him brush my hair out of my face, I glared up at his smirking face. "You really fucking enjoyed that, didn't you?"

Nodding and barking out another laugh, he leaned forward and nipped at my shoulder. "Oh I fucking did, princess, so fucking much." Another nip and I could feel the blush I'd been wearing since I thought I had the upper hand leave my face to recenter somewhere far more pleasant. "I mean, shit, Amara you're parents are freaks!"

"Takes one to know one," I offered, right before he decided to remind me that the apple didn't fall far from the tree.