After lunch in the apartment with Eric and Steven, Trey was ready for a nap in his new crib and Eric and Steven were ready for their own alone time. Negan helped me put Trey down, adding the stuffy that he already figured out was his favorite we watched while our little boy's eyes drifted closed. I watched him making the little sucking movement with his mouth that he still did, even after being weaned from a bottle to his little sippy cup. My fingers slid through his silky curls even as Negan moved to wrap himself around me from behind.

"I really hope you don't think you're going to get lucky after that bit about batteries and air, Negan." I whispered, my eyes still locked on the rise and fall of our little guy's chest as he fell deeper into sleep.

His smile curved against my neck and then his tongue touched the tiny spot where my spine started and I bit my lip. Fuck, cheater. His fingers were at the hem of the dress he'd picked out, the satin tickling my thighs as he slid it higher up my bare legs. "Actually, Amara," his voice was as quiet as mine, not wanting to wake Trey up from his sleep. "I was thinking about what you demanded downstairs." Demand? Me? "Let me make amends and worship you all at once, sweetheart."

That's all it took, but to be honest I think we all know that it wasn't going to take long to get me to change my mind, and I was in his arms with his mouth on mine. He was like a fucking drug, the strongest narcotic they could imagine putting on the fucking planet, and I was the ONLY addict now. Thank fucking God, I thought, as he picked me up and carried me to our room, leaving our door open enough to hear Trey when he woke up.

And then, as he put me on my feet, Negan did what all of the people in this building seemed to do for him. He knelt before me, and gave me all the attention a queen could ever fucking hope for.

We were naked and tangled up in our bed when I heard Trey's voice call out. And for once, for the first time actually, it wasn't 'Mama' that he called out. Negan's eyes met mine and I smiled at how wide and excited he looked. "Did he just?" And then we heard it again, slightly more frantic.

"Dada!" I smiled, feeling my eyes burn as he jumped from the bed and threw on his underwear, practically sprinting from the room so Trey wouldn't get more upset. I could hear Negan reassuring Trey that he was right there, that he was safe, and then they were in the doorway.

"See, even Mama is here," Trey's arms reached for me and Negan walked to the bed to hand him over. "I can't believe he already-" I smiled up at him as Trey snuggled into my sheet covered chest. "He said it, he called me-"

"Trey, you've managed to do something Mama never could," I smiled down at his face as he looked up at me waiting. "You made Dada practically speechless." Negan's chuckle vibrated the bed as he got in next to us.

"Don't believe that for an instant, Boo. Mama makes Dada speechless daily." I shook my head as we all snuggled into the fluff of our bed, playing patty cake with Trey and laughing as he demanded a story from Negan, but my heart clenched when I heard him start it. "Once upon a time, there was a princess and a coach."