Its a looong one

Blake raced down the hallway on bare feet, as Frankie and the others ran ahead, all of them laughing wildly in their drunken state, as they clutched stolen bottles of wine to their chests.

"Oh my god, if anyone finds out about this!" Tanya, with an elated laugh, as she span around at the far end of the hallway, the six of them swiftly ducking down a darkened corridor unfrequented by many Saviours, and used mostly for carting inside scavenged items brought in from the back of the trucks.

Blake, feeling very tipsy and out of breath, due to a combination of the running, the adrenaline pumping through her veins, and her constant uncontrollable giggles, ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Which was difficult, of course, on bare feet, hearing the sound of the wives' clack-clack-claking of high heels ahead of her as she went.

She was still in her black dress (the only one of the women to be wearing one now, in fact, after their change of clothes back in Blake's room), her long caramel-hair flying behind her as she went.

"Hey!" she cried tipsily, trying hard to keep up with Frankie, giggling hard, as the others as they beckoned her to hurry. "Wait for me!"

She gave a squeal of drunken laughter rounding the corridor, grasping the two bottles of dusty red wine tightly to her chest.

…but something suddenly felt wrong….

And her squeal suddenly became a cry of agony, as she stopped suddenly in her running, limping now, as her eyes fell to her foot…

Oh, what the fuck?!

She stared down, squinting with slightly blurred and inebriated vision, to see that she had left a bloody footprint behind her…

..and another and another…

Blake wobbling slightly, tried to lift her foot, catching the tiniest of glimpse of something that resembled a small shard of glass sticking out of the bottom of her sole….

….but she was too unsteady for this, and without any warning, and, trying as hard as she could to save the two bottles of wine in her arms, Blake fell suddenly backwards, landing on her ass on the cold concrete floor of the corridor, with a loud bump.

"Fuck…owwww, that hurt!" she cried out, hearing the wives up ahead suddenly skid to a halt..

"Blake, what are you doing on the floor, come on, we have to go!" said Michelle with a cackle, as both she and Tanya ran back over to her.

But Blake fade a face and gave a small pout of her lips, giving a whimper.

"Ouch…my foot kinda hurts," she said pointing to the cut foot, with one of the bottles of wine, before staring up at the two women and the three other girls who suddenly appeared behind them.

But the wives were no longer paying any attention to her…

...instead, their eyes were now wide, the smiles gone from their faces…all of them staring up at something just over Blake's shoulder.

And all of a sudden, the sound of a long, carrying whistle carried through the corridor.

And Blake glanced around now, only to see a looming, shadowy figure strolling towards them….a familiar looking barbed wire-covered baseball-bat propped up against his shoulder.

She rolled her eyes giving the smallest of groans and hanging her head in drunken annoyance…knowing exactly what Negan's reaction would be to all this.

But the wives on the other hand, all looked terrified, gulps trailing down their throats, clutching the evidence of stolen bottles of alcohol in their hands.

There was of course nowhere to hide here in the darkened hallway…nowhere to run to…

And so they all just stood there, just a foot of two from Blake, as the sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the enclosed and dimly-lit space, before they came to a sudden stop just a foot or two away from the caramel-blond woman herself.

She closed her eyes for a moment….waiting…

…knowing exactly what was coming…

"Now as fuckin' awesome it is to see you ladies out and about alone…and wearin'…well, whatever it is you're fuckin' wearin'," uttered Negan in a gruff voice, pointing at all the wives with Lucille in one big sweeping gesture, and leaning as far back on his heels as he could possible go. " Does one of you want to tell me what the FUCK you're all doin'?"

But Blake gave a small frown, narrowing her eyes up at him.

Was it her drunkenness playing tricks on her or did he sound different tonight?

But dropping one of the bottles of wine down onto the floor with a clunk, she lifted a finger, pointing at up at him a little unsteadily.

"Uh, now that is none of your business," she said in an airy voice.

But Negan merely cocked an eyebrow up at her incredulously, and pointed swiftly down at her with the end of the barbed-wire covered baseball bat in his gloved hand.

"Oh, I will get to you later, Peaches," he growled matter-of-factly. "But for now-"

And with that, he stared up once again at the women stood all around looking sheepish.

"-I want all that goddamn shit returned to the stores, and you ladies are gonna go to go back your room and change back in what I asked you to wear. We clear?"

The wives all immediately nodded, their eyes now on the floor.

But Blake wasn't standing for this.

She was drunk and feeling about as confident now as she was ever going to fucking get.

"No, they're not….and y'know what? Fuck you, Mr 'I carry a baseball bat and wear a leather jacket to try and make myself look cool'," she said pursing her lip together and trying as hard as she could to get him to swim into focus. "I've told them they can wear what they like and if you've got a problem with that then it's me you're going to have to deal with."

Ok, her words sounded slightly slurred, granted, but she was happy with how she had handled that.

Although the caramel-blonde woman could only watch now, as both of Negan's eyebrows shot up into his hairline.

Yeah yeah, she had heard it all before…and she knew she could handle any stupid cocky remarks that came out from his mouth now.

But just as he looked like he was about to retort, his gaze soon travelled down to her foot.

"Jeeeesus Christ, Darlin', can I not leave you for two fuckin' minutes without you getting' yourself hurt or stagin' a fuckin' coup?!" he finally uttered, letting out a hard sigh, and running a hand down his bearded face exhaustedly. "Jeez, Y'know what, fine. Ladies, just scram, ok…go back to your fuckin' room and we'll talk about this tomorrow."

The wives all nodded, obviously relieved that Negan had decided to leave it at that, all of them shooting worried glances Blake's way as they went.

Suddenly Blake felt a wave of guilt suddenly wash over her. She hadn't meant to get any of them into trouble…watching as the five woman disappeared off around the corner. But it struck her as a sort of victory that all of them still clutched their bottles of stolen alcohol tightly to them as they went.

It was only a second later that she heard a door to the end of the corridor swing shut leaving just her and Negan alone now.

She raised her eyes insolently and accusingly at him, offering him nothing but a pouting frown as she folded her arms across her chest huffily.

"Happy now?" she snapped. "God, I can't even have one night of fun…"

Negan arched his back, blinking his eyes a couple of time in disbelief at what he was hearing.

"What? You think stealin' my shit and screamin' the goddamn place down is fuckin' fun, Sweetheart?" Negan asked swaying slightly as he spoke.

But Blake just gave a wave of her hand dismissively, tutting at him.

"I was just having a good night with my friends…just because they answer to you, doesn't mean I do," she said breezily, smacking her lips in a tispy manner and placing down both bottles of wine carefully. "You don't own me, Negan"

But Negan, pointed once again at her with the end of Lucille.

"No, but I fuckin' own that drink you've been pourin' down your throat all night," he said in a loud accusatory voice. "An' I might not own you, Peaches, but that don' mean I'm not fuckin' prepared to throw you over my goddamn knee."

But Blake was no longer listening, instead she was poking at her foot, jutting out her bottom lip.

"Ouch…y'know my foot kinda hurts…" she said with a slight whine.

At this Negan gave a huge roll of his eyes.

But it didn't take him a moment to let out another gruff sigh, before coming to crouch down beside her, his frowning eyes roving across her injured foot.

"That fuckin' glass?" he said, his hand drifting down to her bare ankle. "Christ, Darlin', you gotta be more fuckin' careful around this place. And don' fuckin' poke at it."

With that he shoved her hand away, much to Blake's utter annoyance.

"Come on, I'm takin' you to Carson," Negan finished, grasping at her hand gentler than Blake had expected him to.

She stared up into his face.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you had a soft-spot for me," she said blinking up at the dark-haired man with wide green eyes, her mouth twitching up into a small smile.

With that, a grin slowly swept its way across Negan's face as he crouched there beside her, gazing at her now as though she was the strangest thing to him.

There was a lengthy pause, as he ran his tongue over his lips, giving the smallest of chuckles.

"Since the first moment I fuckin' met you, Sweetheart," he murmured curtly, as he eased himself slowly to his feet with a heavy groan, tugging her upright with him as he went.

Blake stood now, feeling slightly wobbly, as she put weight onto her foot for the first time.

"Oww," she uttered sharply, wincing, as she limped forwards, clutching hurriedly at Negan's sleeve.

But she almost immediately heard him let out a sigh.

"Here, hold this," he said suddenly shoving the smooth handle of Lucille into her hands.

And before she could even say another word, she felt his fingers slide suddenly under her thighs, and her entire body being swept from the ground.

"Wait, what're you doing?" she began, as she looped one of her arms automatically around Negan's neck, the other clutching tightly onto his pet baseball bat.

"What does it fuckin' look like I'm doin', Doll-face," he said in a huffy, growling voice. But Blake frowned down at him as he staggered slightly, readjusting his grip on her. "Christ, I am too fuckin' wasted for this shit tonight."

The caramel-blonde woman in his arms, cocked an unsteady eye at him.

"What? Wait a minute?...Wasted?!" she said blinking a couple of times. "Wait, you're drunk too?"

But Negan found his pace now, strolling easily down the long corridor, leaving the two bottles of red wine alone in the hallway behind them.

"That a fuckin' crime?" Negan uttered, repeating Blake's words from earlier, back to her, goadingly.

At this, Blake pursed her lips. "Well, no-" she began. But he quickly cut across her.

"Glad to fuckin' hear it. There I was, having a few drinks with the boys…playin' a little fuckin' poker and what do I fuckin' hear but you gals screaming the goddamn place down outside the fuckin' door," he said in a loud, carrying voice. "Now despite bein' half a bottle of Jack down, I'm the fuckin' one takin' care of you, after I catch you incitin' a fuckin riot and stealin' from my goddamn stores too! You know if you were anyone else I'd've already had Dwighty-boy getting' the iron hot and ready for ya."

"But I'm not anyone else," Blake uttered matter-of-factly, before looking sadly down at the floor for a second, feeling more than a little sorry for herself.

"It was only a few bottles y'know…" she said quietly, perhaps regretting her actions a little. "I just wanted to drink wine and look pretty tonight…is that such a crime?"

She plucked at her silk dress, before smoothing it down over her exposed thighs as neatly as she possibly could at this angle, held up in Negan's arms.

It was the truth. After the last few months, all she had really wanted to do was to let her hair down and look nice, forgetting all for her troubles and losses. Was that really too much to ask in this world?

But the dark-haired Saviour just chuckled.

"It ain't a crime," he replied. "But stealin' from me. That is….and you know I gotta be seen to be punishin' you for this."

But Blake just scowled at him now, her sadness dissipating as quickly as it had come. And with that she had lifted a finger, jabbing him in the chest with it.

"You punish me and I'll never have sex with you again, Negan…" she said warningly, as he moved in and out of focus.

At this Negan licked at his lips.

"Oh, Doll-face," he said in a slick and cocky tone. "I highly fuckin' doubt you could hold out on me for even a day."

But Blake gave a loud scoff, as the pair of them turned the corner.

"Oh, yeah try me," she uttered icily, narrowing her eyes as she finally focused on Negan's face, close to hers now. "But I think I can hold out on you, longer than you can hold out on me, Negan. I know how much you want me…"

He glanced her way, smirking now.

"That so?" he murmured in a light tone, causing Blake to give a devilish and drunken nod, leaning her lips into his ear.

She was way too drunk to be flirting, she knew that, but even so, the caramel-blonde woman couldn't help herself.

"Yhhhmmm," she said in a deliciously breathy voice. "I know you like the way I get on my knees and suck your dick like a good little girl, Daddy."

Blake pulled back and at once saw Negan's eyes blacken with lust, as he ran his tongue over his lips, coming to a sudden halt and blinking slowly down at her.

The corridor was silent now, save for both of their heavy breaths coming harsh and ragged in their throats.

And it was only a second later that he spoke, growling out harshly in his half-inebriated state.

"Fuck. When were done with the Doc," he grunted out. "I am gonna bend you over his fuckin' trolley and screw your goddamn brains out, Princess. We clear?"

But Blake merely smiled naughtily.

"I told you you'd give in first," she said wrinkling her nose, as the dark-haired man looked back at her, giving a disapproving tut, backing up into a large set of doors and easing them both through.

He gave a growl. "Don't think I wasn't serious about throwin' you over my knee, Darlin'," he said, his low voice full of irritation.

But Blake was past caring now, glancing down at the barbed-wire covered bat in her hand.

"Uh, well I think Lucille might have something to say about that," Blake purred. "I think she likes me, y'know."

But this only caused Negan to grin, letting out the smallest of chuckles.

"Oh I think she probably fuckin' does by now, Peaches," he murmured, as they came to stop outside of a green door with peeling paint. "You wanna do the honours, Doll-face?"

Blake eyed him, she knew of course what he wanted her to do, but she refrained, instead lifting her hand and knocking a couple of times on the wood.

She tapped Negan's chest with her free hand as they patiently waited, gesturing for him to let her down, which he did, of course, dropping her gently to the floor.

"Ouch," murmured Blake, hopping slightly on her injured foot.

Ugh, from a standing position, she felt far more tipsy than she had just a moment ago, her head spinning slightly and making her feel ever so slightly giddy.

But to her side, Negan looked no better, and from this angle, Blake noticed him swaying slightly on his heels, his chocolate eyes barely focusing on her or anything else now, even as he took Lucille back from her grasp, watching as the door before them was tugged swiftly open.

Doctor Carson stood there now, looking ever so slightly harassed at this late hour, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, his hair messy.

"Can I help you?" he asked in an insolent voice, his eyes reaching Negan, who just made a noise in the back of his throat, staring down at the doctor.

"I'm sure you fuckin' can, Doc" said Negan, grasping Blake's hand tightly in his own as she pulled her forwards gently, striding past the ruffled Carson and shoving past him and cockily stepping into the room. "Peaches here, has been in the fuckin' wars tonight."

Blake had been in here a few times since her arrival at the Sanctuary all those long weeks ago. The long room, where on one side, curtained off, was Carson's living quarters. And on the right-hand side, was a large makeshift hospital room, full of stocks of medicine and varying medical utensils, as well as a couple of long gurneys fitted with clean, white sheets.

Negan stopped half way inside the room, a Blake limped along behind him, giving small whimper now, as Carson rounded on her, pulling her swiftly away from the dark-haired Saviour, leading her instead carefully over to one of the beds.

"That's right just hop up on here," the doctor said easing her up onto the gurney, before giving a frown as she wobbled unsteadily.

His brown eyes roved across her face now, pulling up a tall chair and grasping up her leg gently, bringing her hurt and, now bloodied foot, up onto his lap.

"You been drinking?" he asked, glancing up at her once more, as he picked up a set of large metal tweezers from the tray beside him, as Blake watched him a little unsteadily.

She gave a nod, feeling a little like a scolded child in the principal's office right now.

But Negan who strolled over towards her, coming to perch, himself, on the bed beside her, his eyes following the doctor's every move, spoke instead.

"Oh she might look fuckin' sweet and innocent, Doc," scoffed Negan, pointing at the Blake with the end of Lucille, his voice far too loud in his drunken state for the small room. "But Peaches has caused no amount of goddamn trouble tonight. And I don' think the drink had anything to do with any of that either."

But Blake merely shot him a look, rolling her eyes, as Carson got to work.

God, he was never going to let her live this down, was he?

Fifteen minutes later, and after a lot of whining from Blake about how much it hurt, Carson had removed the small shard of glass from her foot and given her a bright pink band aid for her trouble, telling her that it didn't need stitches.

"Y'know I think the pink kinda goes with my dress," she said as she hopped down from the gurney, smoothing down the black silk dress in question.

She swayed slightly on her feet giving a loud giggle, as she clutched onto the grinning Negan beside her...who right now seemed about as inebriated as she did.

"Yeah sorry, it's the only ones we have left," Carson murmured, as she dried off his hands on a towel, offering them a both a reproachful look. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go to bed."

But Blake just smiled, ignoring the doctors' words, her eyes now instead fixed to one person, and one person only, as she headed eagerly out of the hospital room.

And the man in question was of course gazing back at her, biting down hard upon his lip, offering her a suggestive look in return.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll leave you in peace, Doc," Negan muttered as he followed Blake swiftly from the room, hot on her heels, as he pulled the door swiftly shut behind the pair of them, leaving them both very much alone.

And it didn't take the two of them long, out in the empty hallway, blood pumping through their veins, before the pair of them pounced upon one another.

Negan, as tall and looming as he was, gripped Blake's waist with his free hand, pinning her to the wall behind her, as their lips lapped against the others feverishly.

Oh god, Blake wanted him…

So, so much.

She wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol talking, but right now she didn't care, his fingers curling around the fabric of Negan's t-shirt, as she pulled him as close to her as possible.

But a moment or two later, Blake pulled her lips from his, her fuzzy brain, straining to work right now under the cloud of alcohol.

"Bedroom, now," she purred eventually, as Negan grinned widely, staring down at her nodding and showing off his wide set of straight, white teeth in a wolf-like manner.

God, she could see from his eyes right now that he really was as drunk as she was…

But that wasn't important, as she grabbed at his wrist and tugged him along down the long hallway.

God, why the FUCK were there so many hallways in this place!

Blake gritted her teeth now, as Negan barrelled into her from behind, his hands slipping around her waist possessively as they walked, weaving this way and that, both of them completely off-balance now.

But even so, it took Blake and Negan bout three minutes to finally reach her room up, on the second floor, which to her embarrassment, she realised, she and the wives had left the door to, wide open with the light still on.

The place was a complete mess, with red wine stains on the carpet and empty bottles lying on the table and across the floor, beside masses of clothing….some of it which belonged to Blake, some of it, her friends the wives…strewn all over the a floor and draped across chairs.

At once Negan cocked an eye at her, leaning back on his heels, before catching his footing just before he stumbled.

"Jeez, Sweetheart," he said tutting and shaking his head. "That must have been some fuckin' party you girls decide to have in here. Fuck me, I really have created a fuckin' monster haven't I?"

But Blake merely licked at her lips, turning to him now and undoing her dress at the waist, before shrugging lightly.

"A monster you want to fuck though, right?" she asked, knowing exactly what his reply was likely to be, as she dropped the dress to the ground, revealing a matching set of maroon underwear beneath.

And Negan, as predicted, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth and tossing Lucille down onto her flowery couch, gave a small shake of his head, gazing down at her approvingly.

"Oh hell- fuckin'-yeah I do," he growled devilishly, stepping in towards her and curling it around the small section of material at the front of her bra and tugging her suddenly into him.

Blake gave a laugh and a playful squeal into Negan's mouth as he captured her lips once again, before manoeuvring her around in the direction of the bed.

And it wasn't a second later that Negan had gripped the caramel-blonde woman by her ass and lifted her back onto the mattress, before threading his fingers through hers and pinning her back down against the bed.

Blake smiled to herself now, as he pulled his mouth from hers momentarily, instead, attacking her neck with slow languid kisses…..

…but that smile of hers, soon turned into a small giggle…

…and another…

…and another…

And it wasn't long before Negan suddenly lifted his face from her collarbone, scowling darkly, as Blake couldn't control herself any longer.

"You mind puttin' me off a bit more, Doll-face?" he uttered in an irritated tone.

But Blake, pulling her hand from his, held the back of her palm against her mouth now, as she gazed over to her left, trying to stop herself from laughing but failing miserably, another fit of giggles leaving her throat.

Oh god, what was wrong with her...tickled by something...at completely the wrong moment.

She shook her head, as tears streamed down her cheeks, her chest heaving as throaty laugh and after laugh left her mouth…uncontrollably…

"Jeez, what the fuck is so funny?" Negan asked, pulling himself off of her slightly, pressing his tongue to his back molars, looking mightily-pissed off.

But Blake just shook her head again.

I mean, she had had the giggles before in life….but this…this was something else…

She gave him a small shove away from her now, inching herself up the bed away from him, laughing again and again and again…

"I'm sorry…I just…." she tried to breathe in between giggles. "I just….phew…"

She tried to catch her breath, before collapsing back down onto the bed, in just her underwear, her head hitting the fluffy pillows behind her.

"I think I'm' just too drunk for sex right now…" she finished, pouting a little, knowing just how annoyed Negan was likely to be right now.

But to her utter surprise, despite giving small sigh and dragging his hand down his long and bearded face tiredly, Negan gave a nod of his own, before bending down and removing his black boots one by one.

"Hmmm, fine," he murmured, before he pointed at her over his shoulder a little unsteadily. "But you fuckin' owe me a blow job, Darlin'. We clear?"

Blake smiled knowingly, but didn't answer, merely staring up at the ceiling, giving a sleepy yawn, and listening as Negan removed his jacket and shucked his t-shirt over his head, tossing the two down onto the floor beside them.

A second later she felt him at her side, shifting up the bed and coming to lie beside her in silence.

And that silence lasted for a lengthy couple of minutes before either of them spoke again, with Blake still catching her breath, sighing contentedly.

Although those minutes were not at all uncomfortable….

In fact, Blake had never felt such warmth and comfort from anyone else in her entire life, quite like this….wanting to spend forever with the dark-haired man at her side.

Fuck, he really was truly her everything. And Blake so wished she could just tell him how she felt about him.

But no way was that going to happen now, not when the two of them were this drunk!

"Y'know if it's any consolation, some of those women look waaaay hotter in pants y'know…" she finally murmured gently, turning her head to look at Negan now.

But the leader the Saviours merely clicked his tongue, giving a long growling sigh, before lifting up his arm and placing it around Blake's shoulders, tugging her swiftly into him.

"Hmmm," he merely murmured out shortly, Blake feeling the sound reverberate inside his hair-smattered chest.

But the caramel-blonde woman blinked, feeling his fingers begin to trace circles over the smooth skin of her shoulder.

"I like them…." she suddenly uttered out honestly, in a quiet voice. "A lot. And I just wanted to make them feel good about themselves. I just wanted to make them feel happy..."

Blake wasn't sure why exactly she was explaining herself to Negan now, but she just wanted him to know why she had done it all.

"...And you can still screw them wearing something other than an LBD, y'know…" she said starkly, before she could stop herself.

Fuck.

Those words hurt her now, more than she could ever say, and she closed her eyes, sucking in a breath now before releasing it, trying to steady her breathing.

Why she had come out with it she didn't know...

She might have blamed it on the alcohol but deep down Blake knew this was something she had indeed been bottling up for so long now…. the worry rising to the surface painfully.

But now she waited as the seconds ticked by…..

…but there came only silence from Negan…

And Blake, at that moment could have cried.

...that was untiil-

"Peaches, I swear on, yours, mine and everyone else's, life in this sorry fuckin' world…me and those girls…hell, I haven't gone near them since you showed up here," Negan said in slow voice, sounding more sober now than he had all evening. "I haven't fuckin' wanted anyone else. Hell, I haven't needed anyone else…only you. An' I promise you that's the fuckin' truth, Sweetheart."

Blake gave a sad sort-of frown now, as she nodded, hearing the truth in his voice, as Negan, grasped for her hand, suddenly pulling it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to her smooth knuckles.

"You're my fuckin' queen, Peaches," he murmured.

And in that moment, Blake took in sharp breath, wiling him so so much to just say it…

Please just say it…

The three words she had needed him to utter for so long...

But there was only silence now…the moment gone…

And Blake felt her eyes drift up once again at the ceiling, parting her lips…her stomach churning…

All of this it had nothing to with alcohol…or how drunk either of them were…this was just a moment of peace, together without interruptions. Something that both of them oh-so desperately need now.

Blake slowly let a gulp trail its way down her slender throat, her chest rising and falling gently.

"I miss her…." she suddenly uttered. "More than anything."

And with that, within an instant, Blake felt Negan suddenly press a kiss to the top of her head….letting out a short-

"I know, Peaches. I know."

And it wasn't long after that, that with hearts both aching, with loss and unspoken words, and with a drunken slumber washing over the pair of them...

...both Negan and Blake passed out on cool sheets, both tangled up with one another, safe and warm, for the night…

"Please, kid," uttered Tara, exhausted and pleading now. "Please go to sleep."

It was very late now and way past the tiny toddlers bedtime, but even so, the still-nameless girl was wriggling under the bedcovers of her queen sized bed, very much awake.

"Noh," said the teeny baby girl insolently. "I don' wan' go scheep."

And with that, she slipped out of the bed away from Tara's reach, making her way over, on tiny chubby legs, to a little table and chairs that had been set up on the far side of the ample bedroom for her, current strewn with masses of paper and crayons.

"I wan Bwake!" she cried, as Tara gave chase.

"Yeah, me too kid," Tara murmured under her breath. "A break sounds awesome right about now."

"Noh! I wan Bwake!" cried the girl in utter exasperation, bent down, showing her pyjama-covered butt to Tara, searching in in amongst all the drawings she had done earlier today. "Bwake!"

But just before she could pick up the picture in she wanted, one she had drawn only this morning, of three pink stick figures…

…one tiny, one with a yellow strip of long hair and pink lips, and one figure, the tallest of the three, holding a short brown stick in his hand….

…Tara had snatched the little girl up and carried her back to bed.

"Come on," she huffed, as the girl made desperate grabby hand towards the abandoned picture, giving a sharp wail.

"I neyd Bwake an' Eggy…" she cried out loudly giving a humongous sob, as Tara, at her wits end, gave a shake of her head, presuming of course the girl was talking gobbledygook as children her age often did.

"Well I need a lobotomy, kid," said Tara with a roll of her eyes as she tucked the teeny toddler tightly into bed once more. "But we can't always get what we want now can we?"

And the dark haired woman merely slumped down into her chair defeatedly with her chin in her hand, watching as the toddler, slowly cried herself to sleep…

Phew sorry that was a long one.

Thanks to smokey-eyed amazon warrior, Hmc09, HarmonyQuinn, NedStark39, B, XxXZombieHoboXxX, dominantdemonbutler22, faithackles, Puppyzz, angelvoice15, Chelsea, chelseajowhite, alliesmiley2, moglefrog, Jam86, rizzbenzo, guest12354, CLTex, kaylee00, Brookeworm3, Guest6, NegansGirl and ElysiumPhoenix for commenting! :)

Really lost my motivation for writing this one. Hopefully I don't lose it enough to abandon this fic (I''m notorious for it! *wails*).

So please help me out and let me know if you'd still like to read! I NEED that motivation, guys!