Unfortunately for my- husband, shit that sounds so fucking weird, we didn't not get started on the honeymoon immediately. There was a party going on in our honor, and between food and dancing, my family intended for us to experience a REAL wedding. I like to think that Dad was cockblocking his son-in-law as retaliation for all the digs about the baby, but I'd never tell Negan that.

I danced with Dad, smiling up at him as he told me how beautiful I looked. Sure, like a bloated whale decked in white. We talked about the baby, he wanted to know if Negan had been able to feel them move yet, and as if the baby had suddenly woke up in a snit and wanted to piss Daddy off, it kicked. HARD. And Dad's face lit up.

"WOW," Dad practically screamed, all eyes focusing on us. "Baby's a strong one." His hand was covering the part of my bump that my tiny terror's foot had slammed into. I hadn't even told Dad that Negan hadn't experienced the very thing that he was drawing attention to, but suddenly the expectant Daddy at my side.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He growled, eyes on Dad's hand. "Did my baby just fucking-" He was glaring at my bump like it was housing a traitor and I was holding back laughter. "Fuck." He kneeled in front of me, ignoring Dad's hand and started to have an entire fucking conversation with the little demon inside. "Look here, you little shit. Daddy has been waiting fucking MONTHS to feel you move. And you go and give Pappy Rick the fucking privilege? I swear, you're gonna be fucking grounded before you even leave your fucking mother's womb. I'd be scared, little one, very very scared, because Daddy's pissed. At you."

We had an audience again. Most were doing their damnedest to keep in the obvious laughter that was threatening to overcome them, but a few, like Michonne, weren't willing to hold it back. It bubbled out of her, and Negan turned his glare on her. Far from stopping her laughter, it actually made her laugh harder. And I had to join in. The intensity of his irritation was too fucking much.

"Traitor," he whispered, to the baby and me, as he rose up and took me into his arms. The music hadn't stopped, but clearly Dad's turn was over. He pressed his lips against mine, stopping the giggles effectively. As he spun me around, who fucking knew he could dance, his scowl slowly disappeared.

The first time, since we'd arrived in Alexandria, that we'd been able to be alone-ish. And he was looking at me like it was the first time he'd ever seen me at all. With my arms around his shoulders, and his around my lower back, we stared at one another. Husband and wife. And for the very first time since I'd been told about his plurals, about Lucille, about everything that had made me so resistant to this, I didn't think about myself in relation to THEM. The ones that came before me. The ones that were gone. Because, looking up at Negan in this light, with Mom's wedding rings flashing in the sun on my finger, it didn't feel strange anymore. It just felt right.

"I meant it, you know?" He said quietly, smiling down at me. "Every fucking word, every fucking vow. All of it."

"Even the part where you threatened to ground our fetus?" I smirked up at him, still deflecting because that would always be who I was.

He snorted, and lowered his head to kiss me. "Especially that part." He pulled back and I could see how dark his eyes were turning. "I love you. I should have told you a million times, but-"

I shook my head. "We both should have told one another, but I knew that you did." He raised an eyebrow. "The words weren't all that important, Negan, I mean they are, but your actions have always spoken louder."

He thought about what I was saying, and I could see him thinking of every way he'd shown me. And then, I could almost tell when he started reliving all the ways that I'd shown him. I was pretty sure that only half of his memories were when we were naked and tangled up in one another, because every time I thought about how Negan showed me, we had most of our clothes on.

The song ended, and Carl took Negan's place with a tap on his shoulder. And Negan didn't even growl at him or glare. Progress, I tell ya. My baby brother was smiling at me with bemusement.

"Got any names picked out yet?" He asked, glancing down at his niece or nephew's accommodations. I shook my head, we hadn't really gotten that far. "My suggestion? Don't let Negan choose." I had a fit of giggles when Carl's eyes landed on Lucille leaning against the table we'd sat at.

As the men in my life took turns spinning me around the dance floor-Aaron, Eric, Eugene, and even Daryl- I watched Negan mingle with the community I'd left behind for him. No one seemed to show the same tension or strain as before, almost seeming to just accept him standing among them. He and Dad were watching me as I danced around the improvised dance floor. And if pregnant women glow, then so do expectant dads and grandpas.

We had gifts to open. And I swear, great minds must think alike, because I had almost a full fucking set of forks by the time all of them were open. Did they match? No. But clearly, everyone truly fucking loved the story of me, the fork, and the stabbing that left me permanently branded. The one that I have to say I loved the most, was from Negan. How he'd managed to find this ornate, almost regal looking fucking fork was beyond me, but find it he had. And as I shook my head, the glare that had been locked on my face after the fifth fucking fork I opened dropped, and I knew that while everyone else had carried the joke too fucking far, Negan wanted me to know that even if I was fucking crazy, I was his type of fucking crazy.

There was a cake, and seeing the topper made questions come bubbling to mind. And then Daryl's eyes met mine, and I knew exactly who found it, and my laughter rang out. Negan was staring at it like he was trying to decide whether to be pissed or impressed, but finally even he had to admit the hilarity.

My family had done this. Brought this together, with Negan's help certainly, but they pulled it off. Even if they didn't necessarily understand Negan and I, how we came together or why it had to be us, they showed us both that they approved. That they supported us. And that, as fucking weird as it may be, Negan was one of us now.

The party ended eventually. Too dark to head back to the Sanctuary, Negan scooped me up after I picked up Lucille, and carried me back to the former Monroe house. Once he had me carried over the threshold safely, he lowered me to the floor, kicked the door shut, and showed me a smile that sent tingles running all over my body. We'd come to what he'd been so eager for since we said 'I do'. The honeymoon.