Don't Own TWD

A/N: Hey guys, please pray for me. There's nothing wrong with me, I just live in Southern California and it's hot as hell. Anyway, glad you all liked the last chapter. I always imagined Wendy's mom to be a prude.
Also, I've been asked a few times now if I have a tumblr and the answer is yes. I've avoided putting it up because I wanted to stay anonymous for some reason but now I don't see anything wrong with it. I run what used to be an all AHS blog: msbelivet (which I'm not on very much). And my personal blog: flungfromspace. If you like video games, comics, walking dead and a lot of Lana Del Rey then we'll get along just fine. Feel free to follow, feel free to disregard it haha
Hope you're all enjoying your summer so far.

Ps. I said I would have a chapter for Nutmeg up before I updated this but this next Nutmeg chapter needs a lot of work.

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THIRTEEN

Sentimental Tunes

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It was difficult to find any alone time with the baby around. Both women grew a little frustrated when it came to their dry spells and desperately tried to find any alone time. Johnny was up during the night, crying and eating and crying and eating. He still hadn't adapted to his sleeping cycle and it left both women exhausted. Especially Lana who was the one who fed him, luckily for her, he was starting to eat solids.

Lana and Wendy were often too busy during the day but had once or twice found themselves in the kitchen pantry, stealing kissing and undoing buttons. Sadly, cries emerged from the bedroom and the fun had to stop.

That evening they found themselves at the grocery store for their weekly haul. Wendy pushed the cart while Lana carried Johnny. At six months he was growing quite rapidly and had gained some decent pounds on him since he was born. Lana called him a glutton but she knew she couldn't resist his rosy cheeks. She hated to admit it but she often found herself softly pinching them for her own amusement.

Johnny watched wide-eyed and bushy tailed at all the commotion around him. He liked to people watch and for some odd reason, older people were his favorite. Small children and other babies caught his attention too and Lana often found him staring at them.

"He's gonna be very social." Wendy said as they made their way down the bread isle.

"Let's just hope he's the good kind of social." Lana replied.

"He will be." She looked to the shelves of bread, "He has us as parents, remember?"

Lana glanced away as well. She for one knew that Wendy was the right person to raise Johnny. Lana on the other hands still wasn't so sure of herself but she definitely was going to try.

Wendy chose a loaf of bread from their preferred brand and placed it in the cart.

When they arrived home, Lana laid Johnny down for a nap. He had been extremely cranky on the drive back home and gave her a mild fight before he wore himself out. Lana had a feeling his teeth were coming in and was a little nervous for what lay ahead.

After Johnny fell asleep, Lana went into the kitchen to help Wendy place the groceries away.

"You know what we haven't done in forever?" Lana asked, taking the baby food out of one of the brown paper bags.

Johnny eating solids was one of the best things that could happen to Lana. Even though breastfeeding the boy had become less painful and tedious over time, she was relieved to transition him to solids and bottled formula.

Wendy was placing canned peaches into the top cabinet. "What?"

"Gone on a date."

Wendy turned around and met Lana's playful gaze. "A date?"

"Mhm."

"Well, it has been a long time, hasn't it?"

Lana set the baby food down and casually made her way over to Wendy. "We could get all dolled up, go to a fancy restaurant, maybe have drinks at a hotel bar. What do you say?" She took Wendy's hand.

"What about the baby?"

Lana shrugged, "We can ask Mrs. Denning to watch him. I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

"And what are we going to tell Mrs. Denning that we're doing? Going out on a date?" Wendy asked teasingly.

Lana laughed, "She doesn't have to know any details but I have a strong feeling she knows."

"And how do you know that?"

Lana shrugged and returned back to fetch the rest of the baby food from the bag. "I just do."

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The following Friday night, Johnny watched from the bed as his mothers dressed for their date. It was the first time they were going out without him to a place that wasn't work. Mrs. Denning had agreed to watch Johnny with the help of her eldest daughter.

Johnny watched, propped against a pillow to help him sit up. He watched Lana first, his cobalt eyes watching her every move. Once in a while he babbled things that sounded like "Ma-ma" to which Wendy dotted over.

"Just because he's a baby doesn't mean you don't have to talk to him like he's not a person." Lana teased Wendy about her baby talk.

"Oh, shut up." Wendy scoffed but smiled at the boy, "Are you going to miss us?"

Johnny goo'd and ahh'd and turned his attention to a stuffed moose Lana had pulled out of her side of the closet and given to him to play with when he was upset. He looked down at it and his chubby cheeks puffed up along with his pouty bottom lip. Lana looked over from the vanity and noticed his little pot belly. She laughed.

Wendy eyed her skeptically, "What?"

"Looks like we have a little Buddha."

Wendy laughed too. "Oh, I'm going to miss him."

"You'll live." Lana assured her.

Wendy sighed, "How can you be so relaxed about leaving him?"

Lana checked her make up. "Wendy, I leave him for work almost every day."

"How can you stand it though?"

Lana smacked her lips softly to even out her lipstick, "I'm a tough cookie, remember?"

Wendy chuckled and walked over to the vanity, looking at Lana through the mirror. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." Lana smiled.

Johnny gave out an impatient cry and both women turned to look at him. He smiled once the attention was back on him.

Lana scoffed but was extremely amused, "What do you want, little boy?"

Johnny giggled and toppled over, unable to hold himself up.

Wendy sniffled and went over to pluck Johnny up from the bed, "Oh, I'm going to miss him."

Lana stood from the vanity, "He'll be fine. Now let's go. There's a glass of wine with my name on it."

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Lana and Wendy went out to dinner in downtown in a very nice restaurant. They were seated at a small table out on the patio. The night was just right to be outside and actually enjoy it without the shivers or discomfort of being too chilly. They shared a few glasses of wine and laughed amongst one another, sharing stories about their most recent work experiences.

Wendy talked about her students like she liked to do and Lana gave a few complaints about her boss. At one point, a couple pushing a tram strolled by their table on the other side of the street. Wendy noticed and Lana noticed her reaction.

She placed her hand on top of Wendy's and gave her a reassuring smile, "He's fine."

"You seem so calm about all of this."

"It's no big deal." Lana lied. Inside she missed the boy dearly and hoped he wasn't crying.

After dinner, the two took a short stroll through the lively streets until they arrived at a bar in their favorite luxurious hotel.

They sat at the bar and ordered drinks and about thirty minutes in, they were laughing and enjoying themselves like they did back when the world only revolved around them. Wendy had a couple of martinis while Lana enjoyed some scotch.

Wendy looked around the bar that at first glance seemed like such a foreign place. They hadn't been there since before Lana was taken to Briarcliff. Wendy had to admit that she had been nervous to go in but once inside, she felt like they were their old selves again.

Lana felt the same way. Sitting there at the bar with her lover, laughing and making jokes, she felt as if Bloody Face and Briarcliff had never happened. At one point, Lana stopped laughing and looked at Wendy with a gentle yet serious gaze.

"I missed this."

She wanted to forgive Wendy for being weak at the hands of Sister Jude. She really did because in that moment, the liquor was mending the pain deep inside of her. Lana knew it wasn't the right way to heal but for just a few moments she wanted to embrace the feeling of forgiveness. She wanted to pretend she was healing.

Wendy returned the smile, "I missed this too."

The scotch made Lana bold and she felt inclined to ask, "What happened to us?"

Wendy averted her gaze, playing with the olive in her now empty glass. "Too many things, Lana."

"You would think they'd be behind us now."

"Aren't they?"

The two women met eyes.

Lana gave Wendy a soft but forced smile, "You're right. They are."

"And even if things are different. They're better in a way."

"How?"

"We have Johnny."

Lana smiled at the thought of her little boy. She nodded in agreement.

Now it was Wendy who felt bold. "Are you glad you decided to raise him?"

Lana was taken back by the question but then realized all the drinks Wendy had. "I am now." She admitted. "But I wasn't at first."

"I know." Wendy saddened. "I could tell…"

"It's so strange…" Lana looked around the bar filled with nothing but well dressed individuals, "I was afraid he would remind me of his father…"

Wendy said nothing, only continued to listen underneath the chatter of couples and the playing of a piano.

"But I was wrong."

"How so?" Wendy asked.

Lana was almost amused as she said it. "Because he reminds me of me."

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The two women left the bar in pure laughter and giggles. Wendy had finished the night with a glass of Brandi that left her too giggly for Lana's comfort out in public. Lana hailed a taxi; she knew it be a better option than to drive home in their condition.

"Compose yourself, Ms. Peyser." She teased Wendy as she helped her into a taxi that had pulled up to them.

Lana had held back a little on her drink since she was the one to pick up Johnny from the neighbors. After all, she held her drink far better than Wendy did. It was past midnight and she just hoped Mrs. Denning wouldn't mind their late arrival.

"How nice would if be if Johnny was in my class one day?" Wendy slurred a little bit.

"Very nice." Lana assured her and turned to the driver to give him directions to their house.

"Do you think he'll be embarrassed to say I'm his mom?"

"Why would he?" Lana put Wendy's seatbelt on for her.

"Who wants the teacher to be their mother?"

Lana only smiled, "Oh, Wendy. Don't worry about such things."

She knew they still had a lot of healing to do. Healing that would take years but Lana was willing to endure that time. She knew it that instant when she saw Wendy with her grand smile and sheepish giggles. After all, Lana herself wasn't perfect either.

When they arrived home, Lana took Wendy to the house and helped her undress and get into her pajamas before she went to pick up Johnny. Mrs. Denning was kind and didn't mind staying up a little late to wait for them to arrive.

Johnny was fast asleep when Mrs. Denning handed him over. Lana took him in her arms. "Thank you, Mrs. Denning. I owe you so much already."

"It's nothing. I hope you both had a great night." She said kindly.

"Thank you, we did." Lana replied with a soft smile.

Lana crossed the street with Johnny cradled in her arms. His long lashes brushed his cheeks and his lips pouted slightly as he dreamt. Lana kissed his forehead. "You missed one hell of a night, kid."

Inside their room, Lana found Wendy laying in bed waiting for her. She had drank a glass of water and looked far more sober than she was when they entered the cab.

"Look who's miraculously still asleep." Lana gestured to Johnny in her arms.

Wendy stood from the bed and stood next to Lana in front of the crib as Lana laid Johnny inside of it.

The baby boy made a few soft noises, mostly grunts of protest but stayed asleep.

Lana smiled softly at the sleeping baby, "You were right what you told your mother." She said softly.

"And what's that?" Wendy asked.

Lana didn't take her eyes off the boy. "He is a blessing."