Sorry I had a few issues with uploading the last chapter, so I hope you're all caught up. If not go check it out. :)

Anyway warnings are in place for this chapter: Smut, oral sex, Negan's dirty mouth etc etc. Enjoy! :)

Three hours.

Three fucking hours.

That was all Negan actually managed to keep his mouth shut for... although Blake thought that where he was concerned, that that was probably some sort of record.

For, by sundown, with Negan being dragged away via a radio call, which he had, of course, immediately huffed at, snatching up Lucille and stalking furiously from the room, angry at being disturbed, Blake had helped herself to a warm bath, relaxing in the tub for at least an hour before lounging about in the Saviour's ample living quarters.

But quickly getting bored of being alone, her belly starting to rumble, the blonde had made her way down to the large dining hall, shucking her black pants and tshirt back on over her curves.

But the she had barely even made it down to the second floor, before one of the higher up lieutenants, Gavin, had swished past her, offering her a wide grin.

"Congratulations," he had leant into her and murmured as he passed, causing Blake to falter slightly, stopping completely still, her green eyes following after him as he went.

Her initial reaction was that he must have just been confused, because surely there was no way, after what they had agreed, that Negan could have told anyone.

But yet just a moment later, two elderly workers both with white hair and friendly smiles, both offered her beaming looked as they passed her by.

Fuck.

At this, Blake had merely frowned deeply, pausing with one hand on the railing, before she had descended the final few steps and turned the corner heading down the long hallway towards the large dining room...and almost bumping headlong into Arat as she went.

"S-Sorry," murmured Blake distractedly, glancing up at the curly haired woman, shaking herself.

But the normally stoic Arat, much to Blake's surprise, offered the blonde a gentle smile in return, stopping in her tracks and shifting her weight from foot to foot, one hand pressed to the gun at her belt.

"Congrats," she said suddenly. "I'm happy for you. Both of you-" she began earnestly, before Blake suddenly cut across her sharply..

"Wait a second," she said making a face and lifting a finger, pointing it at the woman before her. "H-Has he told you?"

She offered a confused looking Arat an incredulous look, as the woman glanced over her shoulder, wavering for short second.

"A-About the baby…?" Arat said in a slow voice.

But at once, Blake let out a loud and frustrated groan of annoyance clenching her fists together and staring suddenly skyward.

"That fucking asshole!" the blonde woman huffed. "So much for not telling anyone!"

Arat pressed her lips together and raised her eyebrows, looking more than slightly awkward at this very moment.

But Blake didn't linger, merely stalking past the brown haired woman and heading swiftly into the dining hall on her long legs, giving the large swing doors a hard shove open as she did so.

And it was then that she saw him, leaning back on his long legs on the far side of the room, leather jacket shrugged back onto his curved shoulders, as he spoke loudly to Simon, Dwight and a couple of other men Blake recognised a little, looking as smug and as cock sure as ever.

Asshole.

At once Blake scowled, as a couple of Saviours that often frequented the garden with her past her by, touching her arm and giving it a gentle squeeze as they went.

For fucks' sake.

Had he really told the entire Sanctuary that quickly?!

Jesus. They had agreed only a few hours ago that they would keep their news under wraps. And yet here he was, unable to keep his big old mouth shut.

She could see him now, Negan, with Lucille swung up onto his shoulder and a wide grin plastered over his bearded mouth, as Simon clapped him on the shoulder in a congratulatory gesture.

Fucking asshole!

But if he thought he was going to get away with any of this, he really did have another thing coming.

And so, a pretty hormonal, tired and pissed-off Blake, strutted across the large open-plan room, as heads turned her way, the owners of which, all presenting her with identical, pleased-looking smiles.

But Blake, on this occasion, ignored them all, her narrowed green eyes focused on one person and one person only.

And it was only a second later, when she was just a few feet away from him, did Negan's chocolate eyes finally catch sight of her stalking towards him. And Blake was sure she saw his smug grin falter a little at the expression fixed onto her face.

Dwight, Simon and the other two lieutenants turned to look in her direction as she approached, all grinning goofily at her.

But Blake tuned them out, instead staring daggers at Negan and keeping her steely gaze fixed on the tall leader of the Saviours, as she waved a gentle hand in their direction

"Would you guys mind just giving us a second?" she asked in a low voice, dipping her chin, and folding her arms over her t-shirt-clad chest huffily.

And within a second, all four men had given a nod, obviously sensing the tension, before easing away and leaving both Blake and Negan alone.

"You enjoy your soak, Peache-"

But Blake did not let him finish, rounding on the dark-haired man and jabbing him in the chest with an angry growl.

"Don't you, Peaches me!" she snarled at him viciously through gritted teeth. "What the hell are you doing, Negan? We were supposed to be keeping this..."

At the word, Blake gestured to her stomach covertly.

"...a secret!"

But Negan merely smirked, leaning back against his long legs,letting out a hiss, and running a calloused hand down his long face.

"Look I know that was the fuckin' plan, but-" he began in an easy voice, but again, Blake cut across him, digging her finger once again into his taut chest, more ferociously this time.

"Negan, I'm being serious here, we talked about this," she said shaking her head and looking at him in frustration. "It's too early…and now you've gone around blabbing to everyone. I mean, is there anyone who doesn't know?!"

But Negan gave a long huff, digging his inner cheek with his tongue.

"Look, can't a guy be fuckin' excited about the fact that he's gonna be a damn daddy, Darlin'?"

His tone was serious, as he lifted his hand, his fingers pulling hers from his chest at her great reluctance and curling around her warm digits.

"Hell, I know its fuckin' early, an' I know I've probably been kind of an asshole about this…."

Blake raised both eyebrows skyward, scoffing loudly. "To put it lightly…" she murmured scathingly.

"But fuck, Sweetheart," Negan said ignoring her, his dark eyes boring into hers. "There ain't much in this goddamn world to cheer about. So I'm taking this as a fuckin' victory."

Blake softened a little, pursing her lips, remaining silent for a long moment as she stared at him.

Perhaps he was right. Life was short and maybe Blake should celebrate while she could. For who knew, tomorrow there could be another outbreak that wiped them all out. So maybe she needed to stop worrying and live while she was still around to do so.

She retracted her hand from his, re-folding her arms across her chest, before letting out a long huff.

"Ok, fine," she said in a stubborn voice, sulking a little. "But no telling Mia, I want to let her know in my own time. We clear on that?"

Negan smiled widely.

"Crystal," he promptly uttered with a nod, as Blake rounded on him again, frowning.

"Oh, and if she even hears any sort of rumour from anyone else about the baby," Blake said in a sudden low and dangerous voice, baring her teeth at Negan angrily. "Then this is going to be the last child you're ever going to be able to have!"

Blake was sure that she saw the tiniest sliver of a gulp slide its way down Negan's throat at her threat, but he soon righted himself, smirking down at her smugly.

"Fuck me, Darlin'," he said in a carrying voice, leaning back a little and marvelling at her. "I don' know whether to be quakin' in my goddamn boots or gettin' a boner at that. But just so you know, at the moment, it's both!"

He waggled his eyebrows, poking his tongue out between his white teeth, as Blake rolled her eyes huffily.

She pulled her gaze swiftly from his and stared about the room, where at least forty or so Saviours were sat and stood around, chatting excitedly, a happy sort of buzz filling the hall.

But wait?

Was this because of their news?

Surely it couldn't be…

And yet every other second , Blake was met with the glances of workers and lieutenants alike, all staring her way and smiling over towards the tall pair.

Were people seriously this happy for them?

People had babies all the time….right?

But did they….really?

For in this world seeing a pregnant woman was a rarity, and seeing a baby even rarer…

So maybe this was special. Maybe this was good.

Blake felt her heart flutter a little, a swell of pride and joy and serenity flowing through her.

Her lips attempted to twitch up into a small smile, but she quickly extinguished it as best she could, turning back towards Negan, her eyes glinting naughtily behind her faux-stony expression.

"So am I fuckin' forgiven?" he asked, pursing his bearded lips together as he gazed down at her. "Jeez, I thought that after keepin' you sweet earlier, I'd be in your fuckin' good books for tonight at least!"

But Blake's eyes flitted over his long face, and, wrinkling her nose lightly, she took a small step into him, lifting her hand, curling her fingers around the fabric of his rumpled t-shirt.

"Well you're definitely not forgiven, asshole," she said in a smooth tone, leaning up towards him, her lips hovering close to his. "But….."

She paused, pulling at her bottom lip with her teeth, her eyes flickering downwards as she left him waiting.

She could hear Negan's breath now, shallow in his throat as she glanced up at him finally, her eyes meeting with his once more.

And with just a flash of a knowing smirk, reaching down and grasping his free hand in hers, she turned on her heel.

"Come on…" she purred, tucking a strand of long caramel hair behind her ear and tugging him swiftly from the room.

And if Blake had have turned around, she'd have seen the look of utter confusion that crossed Negan's handsome features right at that moment. Oviously pondering or not whether he was still in trouble here…

But without another word, Blake led him from the room, watched by almost all of the surrounding Saviours.

Not that she cared right now, licking gently at her lips as they headed out of the large dining hall.

But rather that head towards the staircase that led to the upper floors and their subsequent bedrooms, Blake took a sharp left out in the hallway, angling her head into each of the rooms adjacent, as they passed through the long corridor.

Most here, on the ground floor of the Sanctuary, were occupied by workers going about their business, folding laundry, tidying the stores. But these were of no use to Balke right now...

"You wanna tell me where the fuck we're goin' Sweetheart?" Negan said in a bemused sort of voice, but Blake didn't answer him, finally peering around a door at the far end of the long dingy hallway and finding the room inside vacant.

It seemed to be some sort of meeting room, housing a large rectangular table that stretched the expanse of the room, along with a few upturned chairs here and there.

And so hurriedly she pulled Negan inside.

The window at the far end had its blinds drawn, but even if it hadn't have been dark outside, and the curtains drawn, the room would still have been shrouded in a gloom all of its own.

"Peaches...what the-?" Negan began suddenly in a questioning tone, as Blake let go of his hand, promptly shutting the door behind them.

But she simply turned back to him and smiled, coming to stand before him...

..and within a second…

..before Negan could even say another word…

...Blake had promptly dropped to her knees.

Negan, at once, offered her a look of utter awe, his lips parting into a wide wolf-like grin, as he watched her lick at her lips and begin to unthread his belt.

"Oh now you, Darlin'," he said marvelling at her from his position a few feet above. "...are always full of fuckin' surprises…"

But Blake merely grinned up at him now, settling herself gently against her thighs before pulling down Negan's zipper torturously slowly.

And she didn't even given him the chance to place down the baseball bat in his hand, before pulling his stiffening length from his pants, and wetting her lips audibly, as Negan let out a groan at the sight of her.

"Y'know, I'm not fuckin' sure that a pregnant lady should be kneelin' on a cold floor like that…" he uttered with a growl, the tone of his voice almost sounding a little flustered now.

But Blake, glancing up at him, raised a single eyebrow in his direction, as she grasped his shaft between her fingers, her lips hovering close to his swollen and throbbing tip.

"You're probably right…" Blake murmured in a teasing voice, letting a breathy moan escape her lips, as Negan gave another groan at the feeling of her hot breath against his cock. "Maybe I should stop..."

But before Negan could speak or protest in any way, Blake had suddenly licked a strip up the base of his length all the way up to the tip.

Almost instantly, Negan let a groaned "Fuck…" stumble from his lips at the contact between them.

Blake chanced a glance up at him, to see him facing the ceiling now, eyes closed, a deep frown lingering between his dark brows.

And so she smiled gently, before slowly taking him fully into her mouth, her hand at the base of his shaft, pumping in time with her sucking.

"Unnfff, Peaches…." Negan moaned out again, lifting his free hand, his fingers tangling themselves into her hair. "...shit…."

But Blake didn't stop at his mumbled words, the illicit sounds merely spurring her on, as her tongue swirled its way over his head before her lips tugged around him once more, taking the entire length of him into her mouth.

She gagged slightly at the contact with his dick and the back of her throat, but the sounds emitting from Negan's lips now, were too tempting to make her stop.

"Holy...fuckkkkkk…" said the dark-hiared man above her, rocking back on his heels slightly as he gave a thrust, forcing his hard cock into her mouth greedily.

But the blonde woman pulled away slightly at this, her green eyes raising and meeting with his as he stared down at her, mouth open awaiting her next move hungrily.

And Blake obliged him, leaning forwards and licking at his tip like a lollipop.

Causing Negan to immediately give a wanting groan.

But Blake did it again and again, before sliding her lips around his cock again sucking hard, as her now-sticky hand helped, pumping his shaft, as she heard him bite down onto his lip letting out another grunt.

Blake pulled her mouth away again, staring up at him.

"Does Daddy want to cum in my mouth?" she purred in a vixen like tone, using this moment to catch her breath slightly, lips swollen and plump, and with chest heaving.

And at her words Negan's frown only seemed to deepen, as he fisted her hair a little tighter, pressing her face close to his dick once more.

"Yhmmm, keep suckin', there's a good fuckin' girl, cause Daddy don' want to make a goddamn mess..." he growled, as Blake sucked at his length again and again, her head bobbing backwards and forwards, as her hand did half the work.

And it didn't take long, maybe a minute or two more, for Negan's grunts to get heavier.

And with his hand in her hair urging her on, Blake only needed to open her mouth and present her tongue to him, for the bearded man's knees to buckled slightly as he coated her flattened tongue and throat in his hot, sticky cum.

Blake held herself there, making sure he was spent, before swallowing thicky, and staring up, feeling his hand moved down to her chin, lifting her face to look at him.

"Fuck me, Darlin'," he mused. "You are a goddamn queen, you know that?"

But Blake just smiled, wrinkling her nose lightly as she did so.

"But a queen still has to kneel for her king from time to time. Right, Daddy?" she replied, giving him a vixen-like grin, which Negan promptly returned, letting out a chuckle….

...holding out his hand for her to take, as he pulled up his zipper and rethreaded his belt.

And take it Blake did, with a wide smile, allowing Negan to pull her to her feet once again, as he threw his leather-clad arm around her shoulder possessively, tugging her into him gently.

"C'mon," he murmured, pressing his lips to her long blonde hair. "I think this king and queen need to go get some fuckin' dinner…"

And with that, the pair of them left the room, both smiling…

….and both of them, somehow, in far better mood than they had been fifteen minutes ago.

And although it might have been too late on this occasion….at least Blake was now very aware of how to keep Negan's mouth shut in future….

And all it really required, was ten minutes and a very empty room.

Naughty Nake…. ;)

Thank you so much to Guest, ShadowQueen3304, Haddassah, Nicole, LJH, CLTex, kagomesdance, and Guest for leaving a comment on the last chapter.

So I'm off to Disneyland Paris on Sunday and won't be back until the end of next week, so unfortunately won't be able to update until then. But hopefully I will get the chance to be active over on my Negan and Blake tumblr page. So go check it out! (Just google 'negan and blake' and it's the first link that comes up. Negan and Blake will also be taking your asks if you have any too, so don't miss out!) And don't worry I have some future ideas lined up for this fic, but at the moment I am loving these cute and funny fillers. I hope you guys don't mind them too much.

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