Twenty minutes later and Blake was laid across the bed she now shared with Negan, the man in question stretched out beside her, facing her, with his head propped up against his elbow.

Her tears had now long since dried, but she still couldn't seem to help the feeling of apprehension that filled her veins, as she stared up at the bearded man beside her.

Negan however, looked like a completely different guy right now, almost unable to shake the smile that had not left his face since the rooftop, as he drew a hand lazily over Blake's flat abdomen, causing her black vest to ride up a little.

He was obviously excited. As was Blake. Of course she was.

But after what had happened to her in the past with her other two pregnancies, it was hard not to feel nervous and frightened about what this meant for her now.

What if something went wrong?

It had been a risky thing even back before the world had gone to hell. But now, without hospitals and teams of doctors on hand, having or losing a baby, was a frightening prospect.

But Blake pushed these thoughts hurriedly from her mind, gazing up into Negan's elated face.

"Fuck…" he grunted out. "I'm gonna be a fuckin' daddy...a REAL fuckin' daddy."

Blake smiled at this.

This had never really been her plan. And had someone told her just a few short months ago that she would be lying here with Negan's baby growing inside her, she'd have told them they were insane.

But this life….everything moved fast here…so many people had died in such a short space of time….it was a rare thing to be able to hold onto someone, or something, for so long.

Blake had never presumed she'd feel this way about anyone, ever.

In her mind, David had always been the man she would have settled down with….started a family with….and yet look how that had turned out.

David had changed, and although there was no guarantee that Negan wouldn't change either, Blake's already felt a thousand times more protected and safe and loved, than she had ever done with her poisonous and abusive ex.

Blake lifted her hand, gently cupping Negan's' cheek.

"Mhhmmm," she agreed lightly, as Negan's chocolate eyes caught hers, a small frown flitting between his eyebrows.

"So that was the reason you were feelin' shitty?" he asked.

Blake, pursing her lips together, gave a nod.

"Harlan said my iron levels were low, apparently it's quite common in these early stages," she said matter-of-factly. "He just gave me a bunch of prenatal vitamins to take."

She cocked her head up to where three small tubes of pills sat on the nightstand just to her right.

She saw Negan's dark eyes flit there for a moment, before he nodded.

But Blake stared about.

"So where's Mia?" she asked curiously. For the last time she had seen Negan, he had agreed to take care of the teeny toddler while she visited the doctor. "You really palm her off on someone else that quickly?"

But Negan shot Blake a look, raising both eyebrows skyward.

"Uhhh, ex-fuckin'-cuse me, Sweetheart," he said in a sarcastic tone. "But I was busy searchin' this place high an' fuckin' low for you. And that was kinda fuckin' hard with a kid on my damn hip, askin' me all the questions under the fuckin' sun."

Blake gave a smile at this, but nevertheless made a face.

"You know that it's only going to get worse with two..." she said, her eyes flickering momentarily down to her stomach.

But Negan lifted his hand, giving her a dismissive wave.

"Well maybe by then, someone will've started up a damn nannyin' service in this place," he muttered.

But Blake rolled her eyes.

"Nu-uh, you are not getting out of diaper changing duty that easy" she said pointing a finger up towards him sharply, causing Negan to grin.

But Blake had barely let the words leave her mouth before she faltered slightly.

Was this too soon? To be laughing….joking...making light of the situation?

She had been through all this before….making plans…..and then to have it all, well….just turn to nothing.

Perhaps now it was too early to be talking about thinkings like this….

But she had to admit it was hard not to.

Blake was excited.

This was what she had always wanted. A child of her very own. With the man she loved with all her heart.

And now, they would get the chance to be a real family...her, Negan, Mia and the new baby.

It was all so real...so perfect and maybe, just maybe, this time it would all go right.

She stared up at the man she loved, as his eyes fell once again to her stomach, his fingers drifting under her shirt, and exposing her bare skin.

There was a baby in there. Their baby. And Blake, as much as she tried to stem her feelings, was probably just as elated right now as Negan was.

"I was thinkin' though," he said, speaking suddenly, breaking Blake from her thoughts. "With this...and beansprout bein' a fuckin' handful...maybe we should ask the girls to look after her full time. What d'ya think? Can't have you fuckin' collapsin' on us or shit like that..."

Blake blinked slightly.

She appreciated Negan not calling those woman 'his wives' now. Despite that being something that really did need to be addressed between the two of them sooner or later.

Was it right? For them to still be known to everyone as his wives? To have that status here?

Blake would never want to deny those women, her friends, anything, but she had to admit that it did hurt for the workers and lieutenants here to still refer to them as Negan's wives, his property, like that.

But taking in breath, Blake gave a nod.

"Yeah that sounds like a great idea…" she agreed.

And it was.

Blake had already found herself struggling looking after Mia alone for just a week.

And perhaps, when she was feeling a little better and her supplements had kicked in a little, she could take Mia on again full time. But for now, it was definitely good to have some help.

And besides, Mia seemed enamoured with the women. And even when Blake had gone up to the girls' room this morning to pick the toddler up, Mia had yacked her ear off about the fun she had had with them the previous evening.

Blake loved Mia with all her heart. She always be her sweet baby girl and the little miracle who she had found again, against all odds.

But Mia needed company and someone who could provide her with the constant attention she deserved. And until Blake was feeling one hundred percent again that was just not something she could provide.

So this really did seem like the best solution.

Negan's chocolate eyes were on her flat tummy again as he let out a stiff sigh, before he lifted his gaze to meet hers.

"So what are we thinkin'? A he or a she?" he growled, leaning forwards, coming to hover over Blake, pressing his palms to the mattress either side of Blake's curved hips.

But Blake offered him a look.

"Negan-" she said in a gentle, warning voice. But she trailed off as the dark-haired man dipped his head, pressing a kiss to the space just above her navel.

Blake let her eyes fall closed for a brief moment, as he continued to press small scratchy kisses all the way down to her hip bone, his long calloused fingers trailed their way along the smooth skin of her abdomen too.

She lifted her hand for a moment, running her fingers through Negan's dark hair, massaging his scalp lovingly.

"I'm thinkin' its a boy, givin' his damn Momma the run around already-" Negan murmured into her skin.

But Blake gave a sigh, loud enough for Negan to lift his eyes and stare at her.

"Negan," she pressed, giving a small shake of her head. "Don't you think it's too early to be thinking about stuff like that...?"

But the bearded Saviour gave a small frown, hovering there in just his white tshirt and grey pants, his tattoos just about visible upon his tanned upper arms, as he shifted up the bed a little, coming to lean over her, his hands pressing to the space either side of her shoulders.

"Not really," Negan said blinking heavily, gazing down at her, his face a picture of seriousness. "Look I know you're fuckin' worried, Darlin', but-"

But Blake didn't let him finish, instead giving him a small shove off of her, shimming up the bed a little and lifting herself into a sitting position.

"Yeah, for good reason," uttered the blonde in a slightly strained tone of voice, frowning at the man she loved as he sat back upon his haunches, hands upon his thighs. "We don't know how any of this is going to turn out…...a-and I just don't want us to get ahead of ourselves…"

Negan stared at her for a long moment before giving a nodding huff.

She could tell that he knew that she was right here.

They still had a long eight months to go, and a lot could happen in that time.

Each and every day there were risks that existed in this world that weren't around in their old lives. The dead, other communities, other leaders wanting to take a piece of what Negan needed to be careful.

But Negan, as if reading her mind spoke suddenly.

"Well that bein' said," he began, cocking his head to the side and lifting his chin slightly, pointing a finger at her. "You realise you aint leavin' my sight from now until that kid pops out of you, we clear?"

But at his words, relaxing a little, Blake at once wrinkled her nose, making a face.

"Wow, did I ever tell you you really do have a way with words sometimes?" she tutted, rolling her eyes.

But she knew what he meant. And if Blake had thought he had been possessive before, she really had no idea what he would be like knowing his own flesh and blood was currently growing side of her.

"I try," he muttered in sarcastic tone, a wicked grin fixing itself to his face, as he leaned forwards once again, his hands threading themselves through Blake's as he pinned her back against the bed.

His lips instantly found hers, kissing her gently, until the only sound in the room was the sound of their lips gently lapping against one another, eager tongues fighting for dominance.

And Blake felt herself smile as his hands left hers, skimming down the sides of her body, as his lips parted from hers, instead latching onto her neck and biting gently against the skin there, causing her to moan out with a mixture of burning pain, and utter delicious pleasure.

But Negan was unrelenting, shifting his lean body down hers, until his lips reached her stomach once more, his kisses slowing as he tended to every inch of skin there.

Blake smiled now, throwing the back of one of her hands over her eyes, as she felt her heart flutter.

She had never known Negan like this before. So caring and attentive, like a man utterly possessed.

It took Blake a moment to realise that he had stopped in his kissing, only noticing when she felt his nimble fingers popping open the button on her jeans, and as he began to slowly tug the tight garment down her thighs.

Blake felt her cheeks burning slightly as she pulled her hand from her face, watching as the bearded man, his eyes dark and full of lust, pulled the pants from her legs before tossing them to the floor with ease.

He then pressed her legs part, his lips finding the smooth skin of her inner thigh, as his digits wrapped around her hips, giving her short sharp tug toward him, dragging her body down the bed a little, causing Blake to let out a squeak.

But Negan, at this, merely cocked a devilish eye at her, grinning up at her from his vantage point between her thighs, and showing off his line of perfect white teeth as he did so.

"You got a problem there, Doll-face?" he angled in a simpering voice. "You want me to fuckin' stop?"

But Blake merely smirked down at him, tracing an imaginary zip over her mouth with her fingers, as Negan grinned up at her.

"Thought as fuckin' much," he growled, turning his attention now to the hot space between her legs, covered now by a pair of blue lace panties that Blake had found in her closet this morning. "Now be a good fuckin' girl, an' let Daddy get on with his damn work."

Blake made to protest at his cocky attitude, but faltered as she felt Negan's mouth inch closer to her damp mound, pressing kisses to the very inside of her thighs.

She could feel herself tensing up now, like a spring coiled and ready to be set loose.

Today had felt like a whirlwind for her…confirming her worst fears and her dearest dreams all at once….and in turn, turning her entire world on its head.

But now, for the first time all day, Blake felt like she was floating in the clouds….high above the world below, happy, lying here with the man she loved, who she knew was about to give her all she ever wanted….

...as though he hadn't already given her enough.

Blake smiled again, biting down onto her bottom lip, as she felt Negan press a single kiss to her panties covering her sensitive slit.

….before suddenly, he pushed her panties to the side.

Blake parted her lips suddenly, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl getting to third base in the back of her boyfriends car, as she glanced down to see Negan staring up at her, with a shit-eating-grin plastered over his long and bearded features.

It looked like he had been waiting to see the look on her face before continuing.

And continue he did.

And with his fingers hooked around her panties, tugged to the side, he dipped his dark head, licking a long strip up her soaked pussy with his flat tongue.

At once, Blake let out a groan of pleasure, both her hands reaching down and tangling themselves into his hair, urging him on a little, as he carried on..

...his mouth tending to her clit, as the blonde's eyes fluttered closed at the contact.

God, he was fucking good. And it did not take Negan long to bring Blake teetering over the edge….as she squeezed her thighs together around his head, cumming hard, moaning out in pleasure.

"Yes, yes...oh god, fuckkk…" she purred in a mere ache of a voice, her back arching against the bedsheets, her chest heaving.

And Negan made sure she was fully spent, licking up every drop of cream from her pussy, before coming to lean over her, licking at his lips as though his thirst had been quenched for a lifetime.

Blake smiled, her cheeks turning a pink color again, as he leaned in to kiss her.

She pressed her hands to both his warm and stubbly cheeks as she tasted herself on his tongue, sweet and acidic like oranges.

He gave a satisfied groan, as Blake quirked an eye at him questioningly.

But Negan answered her question for her, before she had even asked it.

"Gotta keep, Momma-bear fuckin' sweet, don' I?" he growled out fiendishly, rolling off of her and resuming his position at her side once again, propping his dark head up against his leather-clad elbow.

But Blake gave a gentle and happy sigh of her own, wrinkling her nose as she gazed up at him, in awe of this guy.

This man that others feared and revered so fucking much.

And yet here he was, staring at her with those chocolate eyes of his, as though she were a precious jewel. His face full of awe and love, the likes of which Blake had never seen on anyone before.

"So," Negan said after what felt like an age had passed them by, as his fingers resumed their tracing of them skin over her tummy. "We tellin' beansprout?"

Blake smiled, her eyes drifting away from his for a brief moment, down to her stomach

"I don't know….maybe we should wait before telling….well….anyone…." she mused, before her gaze flickered up to his once more.

Negan gave a solemn nod in agreement.

"I guess I can keep my mouth shut for now," Negan grinned back, grasping a ahold of her hand, before pressing a kiss to her smooth knuckles.

And Blake smiled, pulling her hand away gently, before lifting it to his scruffy cheek once more.

"For now…" she uttered in agreement.

Ahhhhhhhh…...fluff. For some reason I thought this chapter felt a little off. More to come soon though.

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