After our friends left, as Negan made my stomach twist with pure lust at the idea of our neighbors being ruined by our debauchery, it began to rain. Since Coach had decided that our walls were too thick to REALLY make the neighbors get the full experience of our lovemaking in stereo if you will, the rain beating down on our nakedness as he pressed me up against the privacy fence circling our backyard had a two-fold benefit. One, the rain kept the fucking mosquitoes at bay, and two, it kept our bodies from overheating. Although, I could have fucking swore that I heard it sizzle when it hit our skin.

I don't think it was loud enough to keep our next door neighbors from hearing the moans and screams that Negan and I forced from one another though. Not that either of us gave a fuck, other than the one we were giving each other, of course.

He managed, holding onto my wet skin as he was pounding into me, to hit that magical spot inside of me and then I finally gave him what he'd so clearly been after. My mouth was calling out to him, using that new title he'd earned so well the night before, begging him for more. My fingernails were biting into his shoulders, my teeth tugging on his ear, pleading with him, begging.

"Come on, Amara," he growled, his own mouth hot on my neck. "Come on, sweetheart, one more. One more for Daddy." And that did it. Clamping down on him, my heels digging into his back, I screamed as I felt him follow me over that final ledge.

We took a long hot shower, and then Coach and I settled into our new life together. We lived and loved. We argued, because Negan could be the most irritating asshole and I could be completely unreasonable as well.

He gave me my second ring, added to the pre-engagement one that he'd given me the first time we moved in together, the day I took my final exam of my third year in college. I'd come home, a house we'd made a home by redecorating it to suit our combined tastes, to find him cooking an elaborate dinner in our kitchen. Kissing me breathless, he ordered me to take a long hot bath, dress in what he'd laid on our bed, and come back down so we could celebrate.

I'd known, since that first dainty ring was placed on my finger, that the second, and eventually the final, ring would be coming. I just didn't know when. And so, I took his 'advice' and went upstairs to prepare for my third year's in the bag celebration, completely in the dark about just how special my night would be.

A hot bath. Followed by a leisurely drying, and then dressed in the same outfit I'd worn the very first time I felt Negan inside of me. The first time he'd asked me what job I was dressing for, and the first time I took full pleasure in his touch. Right down to the boots, and the loose braid, aside from the fact that I'd celebrated my 21st birthday, no one would have been able to see a visible difference in how I looked that day versus my senior year.

He'd also set out the jewelry he'd bought me for the disastrous spring formal, that had ended far better than it had begun, so once I added the necklaces, and replaced my earrings with the ones that matched, I had to smile at my reflection. Negan was constantly surprising me.

Coach had recreated the pasta dinner that I had been too full to appreciate the first time he'd made it for me. And he had set our kitchen table, the smaller and more intimate one, and the same table he had had at his apartment that night with candles and I had to smile when I took it all in.

"Fuck, princess, you look-" he bit his lip as he took in the vision he'd helped to recreate. And I stared into the soft warm caramel of his eyes, knowing that they'd grow darker as he grew more excited. "Come here."

I moved slowly to the table, wanting to make our night last as long as possible. My smile grew as he held my chair for me, and then I was biting my own lip as I felt him lean into my neck and the warmth of his breath, the slide of lips along my skin causing me to get light headed. He gave a quiet hum as he gently slid my chair closer to the table.

"Soon," it was a whisper, and I couldn't tell if it was a promise to me, or to himself.

We ate, and talked, as we had every single night that he wasn't coaching a game at the high school or, as he had insisted during our second year in our new life, during summer evenings when he worked as a car salesperson. We laughed, and I couldn't count the number of times his fingers brushed mine, or how often my foot touched his under the table. "You ate more tonight than you did the first time," he offered, taking a drink of the scotch I'd found he liked and kept stocked for him. His eyes were twinkling at the memory. "And you weren't late because of one of Eric's fashion emergencies."

I bit my lip at the memory, taking a sip of my red wine. "Damn, Coach, does that mean I don't have to be punished?" His grin made my smile come out.

"Oh, I think tonight is more about celebrating and presents." I raised an eyebrow. "Dessert first?"

I shook my head. "Pretty sure that what I want for dessert won't need the silverware, Negan." I licked a drop of my wine from my lower lip and was gratified to see that his eyes had gone darker.

When he stood up from the table, I was absolutely convinced I was right, but then he dropped to his knees beside my chair and my breath truly left me. "I think it's time I added something to your left hand, sweetheart." He pulled a small box from his pocket and my eyes burned. Shit. Opening the box, I had to force my eyes away from his to take stock of the beauty of it. It was as simple and perfect as my first ring, and he knew he didn't have to ask me as he slid it on my finger to join the first. "We can take all the time you want to plan the day, Amara, but I can't wait to put the last one on here too." Negan kissed where the three rings were settled. "I love you, princess."

And then, after he brushed away my very happy tears, our lips met and then I got the dessert I wanted most of all