Blake gave a small groan as felt something move over her body….something small and soft crawling over her….

She wrinkled her nose and turned her head against her pillow…

….before slowly blinking open her green eyes…only to find a pair of wide blue ones staring down at her.

"Bwake wake up naw…" came a teeny, yet bossy voice from above.

Blake a gave a small frown and parted her slightly parched lips…as she remembered just where she was…

Had she really fallen asleep on Negan's bed last night?

Blake pulled herself up stiffly, into a sitting position, and stared about, as the tiny Mia, placed a sticky hair to Blake's shoulder.

There was no sign of Negan in the brightly lit room this morning and Blake wondered whether or not he actually even came back in last night?

Perhaps he had been with one of his wives instead….

But that thought, only caused to make Blake's stomach jolt with utter jealousy.

She liked those women. No, she loved those women. And yet the thought of Negan having sex with any of them, made Blake feel bitter and angry.

Not at them, per say, or even at Negan. But at her own stupidity for falling for the dark-haired Saviour.

But the tiny girl at Blake's side, still swamped in Negan's t-shirt, pulled Blake's attention back to the here and now.

"I wos awake on ma own…" said the toddler in a little voice, staring at Blake and bouncing slightly on chubby bended legs.

"Were you now?" said Blake in an interested-sounding voice, lifting a hand and rubbing the little girl's back gently.

"I saw Eggy, but he-" uttered Mia looking about- before suddenly getting distracted by something across the room.

She stomped to the end of the mattress hurriedly, as Blake sat up, running a hand through her own caramel hair.

"What tha?" Mia suddenly asked, pointing at something a little way beyond the bed.

Blake frowned and peered up, only to see a familiar-looking barbed-wire covered baseball bat, sat propped up against an armchair.

Negan must have come in then. If Lucille was here and if Mia had said she's seen him.

But this question from the toddler was not something Blake wanted to answer. For how could she?

Was she really going to admit to a little girl that this was the weapon that Negan had used, not only to killsome of Mia's people with, but many others too….

Blake rolled her eyes, leaning forwards and grasping the tiny girl around the middle and pulling her back onto her lap.

"That belongs to Negan, but we don't touch that, ok?" she said firmly, as the tiny toddler giggled and squirmed inside Blake's arms.

"Okway," she repeated, just as the door to their right was suddenly shoved open, and in walked Negan himself, leather-jacket over his shoulders and a large toothy grin fixed onto his bearded face.

Mia almost immediately clambered over Blake and cowered behind her slightly, staring over at the tall, dark-haired man.

"You enjoy your sleep, Darlin'?" he asked eyeing Blake, as he dropped a large pile of toddler clothes, that Dwight had acquired yesterday evening, down onto a couch cushion. "….in my fuckin' bed?"

But Blake just purred, brushing her hands down the front of her jeans, smirking.

"I did, thanks," she shrugged back nonchalantly, wrinkling her nose as she spoke.

But this only caused Negan to chuckle to himself, arching his back as he did so.

"Y'know, you're startin' to make this a bit of a regular thing, Doll…" he said poking his tongue to his inner cheek and turning to face the pair of them. "I think I'm gonna have to keep my eye on you…in case you start getting' too fucking big for your boots."

Blake gave a small laugh, ignoring his comment, but instead, glancing at Mia, who was peering around her, at the bearded Saviour, with great interest.

"You wanna say hi to grumpy-old Negan, Mia?" asked the blonde-haired woman, cocking her head to the side.

Negan gave a bemused frown, as Mia placed a finger to her mouth shyly, her eyes drifting down to the sheet below her.

"Hai, Eggy," she uttered after a brief second, in a tiny voice, before burying her face in the crook of Blake's neck and giving a small giggle.

Blake laughed back, mainly at the look that was now passing over Negan's face.

He lifted a hand rubbing it down his chin, and pointed a gloved hand towards Blake, after a moment had passed, raising his eyebrows dramatically.

"Jeeeesus fucking Christ," he said in an irritable tone. "There goes any fuckin' shred of reputation I might have still had intact. I mean, I fuckin' dare to think what she'd fuckin call me if she actually liked me."

He shook his head and took a step closer to the pair of them, coming to stand at the edge of the bed.

"She does like you," said Blake stroking Mia's mousy-coloured hair, as the toddler spied her through her chubby little fingers. "She's just shy. Aren't you sweetie? You like grumpy-old Negan really, right?"

Mia pulled her face slowly from Blake and side-eyed Negan apprehensively.

She nodded.

And at this Blake beamed.

"See," she said turning back to Negan, who was stood there grinning down at the pair of them. "You're not the big, bad wolf you make yourself out to be, y'know. Some people like you."

Negan clicked his tongue as he lifted his chin and looked down at her with dark eyes.

"You including yourself in that number, Peaches?" he asked giving a simpering grin.

But Blake was going to play it coy.

She wasn't going to give him what he wanted…..not right away at least.

"I mean like is such a strong word," she sighed. "Maybe tolerate is a better one."

Negan nodded back, with narrowed eyes, flashing her a wide grin as he did so.

But before he could speak again, Mia, who had been looking up at him curiously with big, blue eyes, waddled over towards him, her mouth open.

She peered up into his long, tanned face and pointed once again, over at Lucille, behind him.

"What tha?" she asked in little voice, looking back and forth between Negan and the baseball bat, a little demandingly.

Negan gave a bemused sort-of frown.

"What's what, sweetheart?" he said leaning to his side and tilting his head, as he glanced over his shoulder.

"Oh, you mean Lucille?" he said in a low slow drawl, a grin twitching its way up onto his lips.

Blake's smile slipped from her mouth, her face suddenly becoming fixed as Negan turned, grabbing the barbed-wire covered bat, and bringing back over to the bed.

Mia, who was now sucking on her hand curiously, nodded, her eyes on the weapon, before she looked back up to Negan, who loomed over her a little intimidatingly.

"Well this…." he said in a hushed, almost dangerous tone, as he slid his fingers up the smooth wooden surface of Lucille's handle. "…is my best girl. Now she might not be as beautiful as Peaches over here, but boy, does she have her fuckin' merits."

He tossed Lucille back and forth between his hands, as Mia watched him, entranced.

"…And let me tell you….Lucille here,well she's a bit like Santy-Claus…. in the fact that she knows when you…or your friends…or your family….have been very naughty….and well, she wouldn't want to let that go unpunished now would she…?"

"Negan…" uttered Blake in a sudden, warning voice.

But the tall, dark-haired saviour just smiled, about to open his mouth and tease the hell out of both of them even more, when he was suddenly interrupted by a tiny voice from below.

"Ca' I pway wif dat, pwease?" said Mia suddenly, as Negan's eyes dropped instantly to her.

She pointed up at Lucille with her drool-covered paw, before looking back at Negan.

Negan faltered for a brief second, smirking.

"She ain't a toy, Baby-Doll," said the dark-haired man, suddenly reaching down and stroking a gloved thumb over Mia's chubby cheek, looking sort-of impressed.

But a smirk flickered back onto Blake's features, and she rolled her eyes.

"Could've fooled me…" she muttered under her breath.

Almost immediately Negan's dangerous chocolate eyes found hers once again.

He suddenly leaned in towards Mia and gave a smile.

And Blake, even before he had spoken, knew exactly what he was going to say…

"You know, I think, behind Blakey here's, snarky fuckin' remarks, she does actually like me," he suddenly uttered in a carrying tone, as Mia stared at him, mouth agape, mesmerized. "What do you think, Pumpkin?"

He wrinkled his nose and eyed Mia, his eyes twinkling devilishly, as the teeny toddler suddenly reached up and pressed sticky paw to his stubbly chin.

"Eggy layk Bwake?" she asked, before standing on her tip toes to get a better grip on Negan's beard with both hands now.

And at the contact between them, the dark-haired Saviour licked his lips and grinned.

"That's a good question, Mia," laughed Blake from behind them, staring over at the duo, and raising an eyebrow interestedly.

She looked at Negan, as he finally pulled away from Mia and stood up straight once more, and inside her chest Blake could feel her heart pounding a drumbeat, as his dark, knowing eyes, met with hers.

He liked her, she could tell. Every day that passed, the pair of them getting closer and closer….

But Negan just lifted his chin, flashing her a grin and raising his eyebrows.

"Oh, I think you know just how much I like you, Peaches," he uttered in a husky voice, eyeing her promptly, which caused a warmth to pool between Blake's legs. "I mean, I let you both sleep in my bed didn't I?"

He looked once more, down to Mia, who was now crawling back up the bed towards Blake, having obviously lost interest in the leader of the Saviours, or the baseball bat in his hand.

And before either of the adults could utter direct another flirty sentence at each other, Mia had spoken.

"I need potty," the tiny girl said in a firm tone, placing a chubby little hand to Blake's knee, bringing the caramel-blonde woman out of her daydream-world and back to reality with a bump.

The caramel-blonde woman gave a small sigh and smiled down at the toddler, before scooping her up into her arms and cuddling her to her chest.

"Alright then," she said titling her head to the side and smoothing back the teeny girls' hair. "I'll take you this time…and then the next one can be Negan's turn."

Blake bit at her lip and glanced up at the bearded man to their side teasingly. She knew exactly how to push his buttons.

But Negan's face suddenly became serious. His eyebrows shooting up into his hairline.

"Nope," he said shaking his head, taking a sudden step back and pointing at Blake with the end of Lucille. "Not a fuckin' chance, Doll-face. I mean, fine, I'll admit, the kid is kinda fuckin' cute. But do I look like a fuckin' guy who does this kind of stuff, hmmm? I ain't a goddamn kindergarten teacher, Darlin'."

But Blake, who had hopped up off the bed, Mia balanced easily on her hip, shrugged, smirking, as she strutted past him.

"I don't know," she smiled, her lips lingering close to his ear. "I think you'd make a good Daddy…"

And with that, leaving Negan grinning to himself, Blake bumped him with her hip and disappeared off into the bathroom….

…shutting the door behind the pair of them with a gentle snap.

Sorry it was just a short one today.

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