Once we all got out of our bed, by our I clearly mean Negan's and mine, Eric and Steven laughingly said they were heading back to their rooms to get ready for the day and Negan called out to them, Trey giggling in his arms.
"Today's tour day," I looked up in surprise. "What, princess? Did you think I was going to keep you locked in the tower?" I shook my head at his goofiness. "I want to show off my girl," Trey's hand met Negan's cheek, his tiny finger digging into his dimple. "AND my boy-" he heard Eric give a mock gasp of shock that he said 'boy' singular and Negan rolled his eyes. "BOYS, for fuck's sake." Then he looked at Trey in horror and I burst out laughing.
"He's heard worse, trust me." I stepped out of bed and took Trey from Negan's arms. "Haven't you, Boo Bear?" I bounced him as he giggled harder. "Who gets the shower first?" This was directed at Negan obviously.
"Who says we have to take turns?" That voice, low and dark had my stomach clenching in all the best ways. He moved so he was wrapped around my back, his lips meeting my shoulder and forcing my eyes shut. "Trey doesn't know our differences, remember?"
My laugh came out huskier than usual. "You want to bargain on the chance he doesn't put two and two together and-" he rocked into the back of me and I felt him, all of him. Swallowing hard. "I'm pretty sure seeing Dada's Tab A sliding into Mama's Slot B will make him suddenly aware of just how fucking different we are," his teeth were grazing the tender spot he'd bitten and I was happy he was holding me up with his arms wrapped around my waist. "He had a bath last night, if we get him dressed and you call Laura-"
He growled and Trey mimicked him from my arms, causing me to chuckle. "Fine." Pulling back he asked if I wanted help getting him ready, but I thought he might need a moment to get mini Negan wrangled into a more presentable state so I said no. I pulled a fresh outfit for Trey from the closet and chest of drawers, and I made silly faces to him as I dressed him. He wasn't screaming for breakfast so I wondered if Negan and he ate before I woke up.
"I have snacks in the mini fridge behind the bar." He offered as I was asking Trey what he'd had for breakfast. I looked over my shoulder to see him walking back toward us. "He was fussy and you were tired, so I gave him some fresh stuff I keep stocked." I smiled and gave him a wink. "We'll have breakfast downstairs, with the others, I was serious, Amara, I want OUR people to see you. And Trey," he sighed and I felt his eyes roll as I buttoned up my little boy's bibs. "And Eric and Steven." The last two sounded like he was long suffering and I giggled. "He's gonna fucking torture me in front of people, isn't he?" I knew precisely WHO 'he' was and I grinned wider. "Fuck."
Laura was knocking on the door as I finished getting Trey ready. I shook my head at the efficiency of Negan's people, or at least Laura, since she was the only one I had contact with really. He was giggling as she grabbed some of his toys and moved to the room where our family room furniture lived. The door shut behind her, and Negan was on me faster than I could blink.
"Finally," he breathed against my lips and I smiled into his kiss. He was walking me backward toward our bathroom, his hands making quick work of the shirt I'd pilfered from him, the boxers were gone before we crossed over into the other room, and I have to admit, I didn't slack in getting rid of his sweats. His hands and mouth left me only long enough to adjust the water of the shower, and then, he was back, pulling me with him into the stall the water falling over us as he FINALLY got to put Tab A into Slot B.
"Dada made Mama VERY happy," I was smiling as he stood behind me while I braided my hair and our eyes were on one another's in the steamy mirror. He smirked. "Dada doesn't have the same ring to it as Daddy though, does it?" His lips met my shoulder and I sighed into his touch.
"Call me whatever the fuck you want to, Amara," his mouth was tasting the freshly washed skin of my neck, and he smiled against the now bare to everyone bite mark he gave me. "I'm yours, sweetheart, and you're-" I watched his mouth open and nearly screamed at the thought of him making that fucking bite fresher, but he chuckled and closed his mouth to kiss it gently. "Got you." Fucker.
"Get some clothes on before the tour becomes distracting for every-fucking-one," I muttered and he smiled at me in the mirror.
"You're in your birthday suit too, Amara, and I'll fucking kill everyone if they see it, so ditto." I shook my head and watched as he walked out of the bathroom and back into our main living space. I listened as he whistled while he opened doors and drawers, thinking about how everything changed so damn fast, but how I couldn't think of better changes if I tried.
By the time I had my hair braided, a hint of perfume on my bare skin, and I was dry enough to contemplate clothes, he was completely dressed. How the hell did he do that? I was heading toward the closet when he stopped me. "I picked you something out already, princess." Oh, you did, did you? Turning I sighed. It was the dress from our first time, the same dress I wore when he gave me my engagement ring. Fuck.
"If you don't want to wear it-" he started, but I walked up to him and pulled his head down for a kiss.
"I love you, do you hear me?" He nodded and I stared into his eyes. "I told you years ago that I'd let you dress me up anytime, Coach, that hasn't changed, as long as the end is the same."
"Oh, sweetheart, I fully plan on taking every stitch of that outfit back off of you," I smiled at how hot he sounded by the thought of it. "Now get dressed." The swat on my ass gave me a fucking horrible reminder of what Eric had said in Alexandria and my eyes went wide. "What?" He was staring at me like he was worried he'd done something wrong. "Amara, I'm sorry if that was too-"
"Um, Eric may have something better than the cilantro up his sleeve for you, Negan," and as I pulled on my clothes I gave him fair warning of just how fucking embarrassing Eric could be planning to be. Shit.
