Waking up with my husband wrapped around me, our bodies entwined like they had been since the first night we spent together, was a routine that would never grow old with me. Seeing my wedding band, those tiny diamonds set to mean "forever", nestled on my finger with my promise ring and engagement ring gave me a feeling of contentment that I once thought would never come back to me.

Marrying Negan brought us full circle. From being punished for a smart mouth, to lust, to love, to angst and pain, to THIS. Forever.

I wasn't stupid. I knew that nothing in this world was guaranteed, but I also knew that with Coach by my side, with Eric and Steven close by, and with our tiny boy Trey cradled between us, I could face whatever came next.

Feeling the man I love stirring behind me, his lips drawn to the back of my neck as though we were magnets, I felt peace.

I can't say what would come next, I didn't have the ability to see the future. If I had that ability, I would have SEEN Negan and me together. And to be honest, that would have fucking ruined me before I was prepared for him.

The future, whatever it holds, will come regardless. And I fucking hope it was prepared for us. MY family. MY husband. And MY people. Because if there was one thing I was certain of, it was the fact that we would die for one another, and we would most definitely kill for the safety of ours.

I willingly let Negan roll me onto my back, and I smiled up at him, haloed by the morning sunlight filtering through our windows. As he slid inside me, as natural as breathing, another certainty came to me. Negan would love me until the end of his life, just like I would him, and hiccups that may come to try to throw a wrench in our happiness would fail.