A deep exhale left Sadie's throat the next morning after she dressed. "Easy street indeed." She grinned. "And I know exactly.." Sadie tied her sneakers. "..how to run it." The girl quietly exited the cabin and jogged through the woods back to the Sanctuary.
"Whether I know my way back I don't know." Sadie nearly tripped after hearing a gunshot but was held by a hand at her waist.
"Let me go! Please! I'm innocent!" She panicked.
"Missed me?" Simon let go of her.
She rolled her eyes. "What if I say no? What are you doing out here anyway?" He rose his eyebrows. "Boss wanted to see if you were still alive." Simon grinned. "And I won."
"Okay then." She shrugged. "Congratulations. What do you want? A kiss or something?"
"That's not a bad idea!" He scratched his forehead. "I was kidding." She blinked. "Well shit! Now I'm upset."
He led her back to the Sanctuary with a straight face. "If Negan found that shit out, we'd both be screwed." Sadie looked up at the sky.
"Sounds good!"
She groaned. "I was far too considerate. Hope I don't get in trouble." Sadie held her gun close. "Were ya? You killed him right?" "Hell yes I did. But with just a shot to the head."
Simon cocked his head. "There's always next time. Negan said he has his eyes set on Daryl." "Now if that isn't a flat out love story, I don't know what is."
Sadie opened the door of the building for him and saluted with two fingers. "Thanks for the save." He saluted back. "Don't mention it."
She walked in through the open room to find Negan laying on the couch with Gracie's head on his chest. She smiled. "How sentimental." Negan looked over to her and stood up, setting the baby on the couch.
Sadie froze as he picked up Lucille. Scared, The girl immediately got down on her knees with her hands behind her back.
"I missed ya darlin'." He blinked and leveled his eyes with hers. "Who are you?"
Sadie sighed while silently clearing her throat. 'Why does he have his gloves on?' "Negan. I'm Negan."
He blankly stared at her for two minutes then smiled. "That's my girl." Negan offered her a hand and helped her up. "How'd it go?"
"Went fine." She turned to Gracie and smiled. "Hi sweetie. I missed you too!" Gracie happily cooed as Sadie picked her up. "Mommy's home."
"What?" He looked over at her. Sadie held a finger to her lips and slowly moved side to side. "What do you mean what?"
"Since when was this mothering stuff going on?" Sadie fluttered her eyes. "Uh..Since two of your men put me in custody of her when an outpost was ambushed?"
He shrugged in agreement.
"And who could say no to this pretty little face?" She pouted.
"Well if you want a kid, I wouldn't mind helping with that." Negan set down Lucille and took a bottle of beer from the fridge. His hand lightly brushed between her legs, causing her to flinch.
"Uh. No." "Well then Gracie's not solely yours." Sadie nodded. "I know that. But might as well help out."
Gracie babbled.
"See?" Sadie smirked and sat on the couch. "Looks like you're outnumbered." "G..Fine." Negan took a seat beside her. "So what were you two up to?"
With Gracie's head already on the right side of her chest, Negan lay his head on her left.
"And then there were two. Rough time?" Sadie rubbed his shoulder. "You'd better believe it darlin'." His fingers moved across her half visible breast. "Want me to put her back in the bedroom?"
Negan groaned in response.
"I'll take that as a yes then." Sadie slowly sat up and carried Gracie to the bedroom. She placed the baby in her pen and returned to the living room. "Why are you wearing your gloves?" She asked softly.
"Are you my god damn fashion designer?" He barked at her.
"N..No sir." Sadie whispered and stepped back.
He covered his eyes with his left hand. "I..was shot darlin'. Alright?"
"You what? Let me see." She noticed the dry blood on his glove. "What are you going to f*ckin' do about it? You're not a nurse."
Sadie blinked and brushed off her frustration with sarcasm. "If I was a nurse, I would diagnose you as terminally ill." She pecked him on the lips.
He looked up at her and grinned. "Dr. Carson already checked it out, but it hurts like hell."
"Well no shit." The girl carefully removed the glove. Her concern instantly turned into anger as she examined the small bullet wound that was bandaged with tape and gauze.
"One last use then I'll return it." The gun found its way back in her hand. "Who is it this time?"
"Just.." He panted. "..put it down for now darlin'."
Hesitant, she hung up her shirt and jacket on the back of the door. In just her tank top and jeans, Sadie locked the door of the place and sat down beside him.
He lay back down and lay her head on his chest. "I leave for not even twenty four hours and I come back to this shit."
"It was a living hell darlin'." He slipped off one of her top straps. "Dwight's causing shit, Eugene's causing shit, Regina's c.." "I get the point!" Sadie almost shouted and took a deep breath, rolling her eyes. "Caring for two." She rubbed her head, annoyed.
Negan's fingers roamed her breasts. "I'll be fine darlin'." He shut his eyes.
"I know you will." She placed her hand on top of his. He kissed the right side of her neck. Sadie adjusted herself and set her other hand between his legs.
He groaned. "F*ck darlin'." "Maybe tonight." She used her thumb to tease him more. He pressed his hand on hers. "..Not now darlin'. Not feeling so hot." "You're always hot to me."
He hummed and softly kissed her on the lips. "Close your eyes darlin'. You f*ckin' earned it." Negan hushed but stood up as Sadie slipped off her shoes. "Hey."
"I..just want to be alone with Gracie. If that's okay." "Uh..Alright then." He let her go.
Sadie went to pick her up then sat in the rocking chair. The baby smiled and nestled her head onto Sadie's chest. She wiped her eyes with a sigh.
"Must be a mothering thing huh?" Negan lowered his voice, leaning in the doorway. Sadie looked up and quickly nodded, struggling to dry her eyes. "Yeah. I suppose you can call it that." Gracie grabbed Sadie's shirt and tried to pull it down. The girl quickly removed her hand, causing her to start crying.
"Hey. Can you hand me a bottle please?"
He went to the corner of the room and unzipped the bag. "Thanks." Sadie grabbed it. "You're not helping darlin'." She held the bottle as Gracie sipped from it.
"Walkers are still hanging around huh? Give me one sec.."
"No!"
She gulped. Negan knelt beside her.
"I..want a kid darlin'. Ours. Together."
Sadie looked away.
"Hey. Talk to me." "I don't." "Why not?" He narrowed his eyes. "I'm scared to. I always have been." Negan left the room without another word.
The room fell quiet except for Gracie waiting to be burped. Sadie looked down and felt her stomach. "Ugh." She groaned and lay the baby in her pen. She covered her with a blanket and kissed her on the cheek.
The baby opened her eyes and cried louder. Sadie huffed and picked her back up, deciding to walk around the room with her.
"I'm sorry." Negan glared at her as she walked into the living room. She blinked and took a step back. "In the bedroom Sandra. Now." He ordered.
"Gracie wants me." "You were mine first! Put her down!"
She rubbed her head from the baby's crying and Negan's near shouting. 'Say anything or don't do it and you and Lucille with have a date.' Sadie sighed and tried to quiet Gracie down first.
Negan grabbed her right arm and pulled her into the bedroom. He softly kissed the baby on the forehead and pushed Sadie onto the bed. Gracie calmed her crying as Negan started tickling her belly. Her whimpering turned into giggling in five minutes.
"You know what happens when you don't listen darlin'?" Negan's mood instantly changed as he growled and lifted up her tank top. Sadie wiped her eyes and stared at the ceiling. "And what? No handcuffs?" She spat. "Oh I am way the f*ck ahead of you darlin'." He cuffed her hands above her head. "Don't. Move." He unbuttoned her jeans.
"Negan." She huffed. "Oh now you want to talk? About what?" "Don't do this! We have Gracie to care for! I can't take care of two!" "Three." He corrected, less aggressive. "Would the third consist of you?"
He helped her sit up and slammed her back on the pillow. "Oh those are fighting words baby girl." Negan shook his head and pulled down her underwear. "And you're right darlin'." He kissed between her legs and shoved two fingers inside of her.
"Ah!" She panted and looked down, noticing that he was well distracted. "Make me proud." He muttered and ejected his fingers, only to insert them again.
Sadie tightened her eyes as a brief orgasm overtook her. "That's my good girl." Negan cleaned off his fingers.
"I hate it when you leave me. I become this shitty excuse for a boyfriend."
Sadie shivered. "Babe?" He rose his head. Sadie broke down into nervous tears and shut her eyes. "Was that..all you wanted?" She sniffled.
Negan looked back down and entertained himself by softly kissing her stomach; all the way up to her breasts. "You are all I want darlin'." He stopped there and worked his tongue, starting with her left.
Sadie shifted her body, relieved but still stunned. 'I'm pressing my luck by asking this.' She gulped. "Why are you so needy?"
"Because you're the only f*ckin' thing I have left darlin'. And baseball bats aren't male or female unless you make them like that. Now get up and make me a sandwich."
Sadie scowled. "Isn't what I'm letting you do to me enough?"
Negan laughed. "Oh hell yes it is. Do you want something darlin'?"
She opened her mouth then closed it. "What's going on?" "It's kind of stupid. But I'm craving something." "Ah I see. That time?" He fixed her top, pants, and unhooked her wrists.
"Yeah. You have some? Pizza that is." "Sadly no." He lightly scratched her stomach. "But I can make some spaghetti." She shrugged. "That works too. Thanks."
He kissed the top of her head. "No problemo. I'll be back in bit."
"Intensity is good for the soul." The girl kept her jeans off and watched Gracie from the foot of the bed. She looked up and started to smile. Sadie attempted to play peek-a-boo with her, causing Gracie to giggle and reach for her.
"Come on sweetie." Sadie pulled her onto the bed and sat at the top of it, hoping that she would crawl over to her.
"Gracie." The baby looked at her with her hand in her mouth. "Come here. You can do it!" She absently looked at Sadie, clapping her hands. "Ah I really don't blame you to be honest. I'm not in the mood to go anywhere either." She brought the baby onto her lap.
"You don't need to darlin'. You did your part for the next week or so." Negan walked in with two bowls of spaghetti. "Now what was all that nonsense?"
"Oh. I was trying to get her to crawl." She took a bowl and fork from him. "Thanks."
"She's only about three months or so. But it's best to teach them while they're young." He ate from his bowl and set it aside.
"Alright you." He placed the baby in front of him. "Crawl to mommy and then we'll bathe you." She looked up at him and coughed. "Don't be a pain Gracie. Come on."
Sadie took a big bite of spaghetti.
The baby began to crawl but stopped after thirty seconds. "Well that's a start." Sadie looked up at Negan, measuring a near three inches with her hand.
"Ah I guess so." He shrugged. "Her teeth should be coming in any day. So she'll probably start crying more." Negan took off his shirt and motioned Sadie over to him.
She smiled and placed her bowl in between them. "I don't know what I'd do without you darlin'." Sadie felt her hair being separated into three strands. "You know how to braid hair?" "Nope. But I'll figure it out."