November 12, Saturday (9 weeks pregnant)

This one time I was glad we were living in this hamster wheel. I could avoid Negan this way and I managed to keep the news to myself. It was hard but I made it to this day. Last night he was tired so he fell asleep quickly while I was staring at the ceiling, caressing my belly under the blanket, smiling to myself.

This morning came and I was sitting in the kitchen, having breakfast with him.

"Feels strange to prepare for a date while both of us are here," I said to my scrambled eggs, thinking out loud, not looking at Negan.

"I can go ahead, so we won't see each other till we meet at the restaurant," he offered.

"Alright. Sounds good," I smiled at him and our eyes finally met, but I quickly looked away. I had no idea how I was going to spend this day. I just couldn't wait till I get to tell him.

As we finished breakfast I washed the dishes and tried to keep myself occupied with bullshit. I had no idea what to do. I just couldn't wait for tonight. I cleaned the kitchen to distract myself. Negan was reading the newspaper.

…

When the time finally came, Negan disappeared in the bathroom and asked me to stay in the bedroom. When he got ready he said goodbye through the closed door.

"See you at the restaurant then," he said and left. I let out a sigh. My heart wanted to jump out of my chest. I left the bedroom and got ready for the date. I took a quick shower and got dressed. It was almost the middle of November so I got an elegant little coat that went with my gown. This way my back wouldn't be exposed. I put makeup on and did my hair.

I was still a little bit cold as I walked to the restaurant, though my hands were shaking because I was nervous. He was waiting for me at the door. I approached him. He smiled. I felt embarrassed.

"Wow. You look gorgeous," he said. He took my hand and kissed it gently. I couldn't decide whether to faint or nervous giggle. So I just smiled at him. "Shall we?" he asked. I nodded. He opened the door for me and let me go ahead. We were seated and then for a couple of seconds, he was just staring at me. He looked so good. He looked good in everything and without anything, in every possible way, but right now, in that moment… He was so elegant and he was staring at me so seductively that I really wanted to faint.

"Negan, stop it," I said embarrassed. "I want to hide."

He chuckled and stopped staring.

"Yeah, actually, I feel the same way. I want to hide," he repeated my words with that gentle smile. And now he did look a bit nervous too. Did he know what I wanted to say? Did he have a feeling? Or Carol told him?

We ordered, and then we were lost for words for a few minutes.

"You look so handsome I can't even talk," I admitted finally. He chuckled.

"Good to know," he smiled at me.

It was really like two teenagers on their first date, not two grown-ups.

"So… uh… Do you feel better? Or you're still freaked out about what happened at the masquerade?" he asked to start a conversation but at the same time, he was genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, I think. A little," now giving it a second thought, maybe I felt so scared for my life because I unconsciously knew that I wasn't alone? "It's a little bit better. I'm looking forward to Carol's Christmas party and I'm trying to occupy my thoughts with that."

"I see," he said. We got our food and ate almost in silence. We talked but not as much as we usually do. He really seemed to be nervous too. But why?

When we finished dinner and talking about nonsense, we left the restaurant. We walked home arm-in-arm.

"So… you didn't really talk to Dixon lately? Or Eugene?" he asked.

"No. I barely see them. I talk to Carol now and then but not as much as we used to. And she's literally living on the other side of the same wall."

"You know… if we really leave, you won't be able to see them not even this much," he said seriously.

"I know. But here I feel so miserable," I admitted.

"Yeah, me too. I never wanted to go back to teaching. I never thought I would have to, during the apocalypse, I mean. It's ridiculous," he said.

"Yeah, it is. So as keeping track of Pamela's invoices. About how many times her suit has been cleaned at the dry cleaner. Her appointments with her hairdresser. I'm going nuts," I said letting out a sigh. Negan scoffed.

"Unbelievable," he said.

"Yeah."

When we got back home he opened the door and let me go ahead once again.

When we were at war with him his name sounded like the devil himself. I never thought how polite and gentle he could be.

I took my little coat off, then as I got rid of my high heel shoes I noticed a gramophone on the table.

"What's this?" I asked. Negan put on some slow music. I was staring at him questioningly.

"Oh, Carol lent me that… Can I have this dance?" he asked. I smiled embarrassed.

"Of course," I said as I took his hand and we started slow dancing. "I'm not so good at this, though."

"Me neither," he admitted and we both chuckled. Then we stopped talking and we were just dancing slowly to the music around the living room. At the end of the song he kissed me slowly, gently. As I was holding his hand I felt it was trembling. But I couldn't tell his or mine. I had butterflies in my stomach. Maybe this was the time to tell him?

He was faster and started talking:

"Quinn… do you remember the night of the storm? When you stuck down with me at the cell."

"You have no idea how many times I was thinking about that night," I admitted.

"Me too. You made me feel something that I haven't felt in a very long time and I thought I would never feel again. I didn't want to do this in front of an audience because I know how reserved you are… " he reached into his pocket. "I'm an old fart now but…" he went down on one knee. "Would you take this old fart as your husband?"

I couldn't breathe for a second. It was so obvious he was up to something but I didn't notice a thing, because I was so occupied by the news of our pregnancy. I was scared I would faint at any minute.

"I don't even know what to say," I admitted gasping for air, lost for words.

"Well… say yes, for starters," he said chuckling embarrassed.

"Yes! Of course, my answer is yes!" I said finally snapping out of it, chuckling, tears gathering in my eyes. He stood up and took my hand, placing the ring on my finger. It was hard as both of our hands were trembling. I was watching him unable to believe any of this.

"Before you faint, let me tell you this ring was chosen by the most exquisite staff you could ever imagine," he said jokingly, trying to dissolve our nervousness.

"Who?" I asked having a feeling it was one of my friends.

"Judith, Lydia and wait for it… Dixon," he said.

"Daryl knew? And he didn't murder you? Wow!" I said taken aback. "He helped you choose it?"

"Yeah, actually, he knew it for a while."

"A while? You were preparing for this for "a while"?" I asked completely shocked.

"Yeah," he smiled at me with that wide, most handsome smile I've ever seen.

"So that's why you had a drink with him," I finally pieced the puzzle together.

"Actually, yeah. I said thanks to him for helping me out," Negan said still holding my hand.

After the first shock, my thoughts went back to the announcement that I needed to make.

"Judith and Lydia were so cute, they wanted to pick half of the shop, they just couldn't choose…" Negan went on rambling but I couldn't answer I just smiled.

"Negan…" I said gently.

"And then Dixon said what about that one? And I said…"

"Negan…" I repeated smiling at him.

"Yeah?" he asked smiling.

"I'm pregnant," I stated. His eyes widened, his smile vanished, his mouth fell open. There was silence for a couple of minutes. Clearly, he was completely lost for words. "I'm in the 2nd month. I found out this Tuesday," I said tears gathering in my eyes from happiness. Negan was shook to the core.

"Am I going to be a father?" he asked slowly, stunned.

I nodded yes, smiling.

He started chuckling, staring at me disbelievingly.

"We are going to have a baby," I said quietly, smiling, tears gathering in my eyes.

"I don't know what to say," he admitted, clearly out of his mind because of happiness.

"Well… say you're happy, for starters," I repeated his words.

"Of course I'm happy! I can't even say how happy I am!" he said and embraced me tightly then lifted me up. When my feet reached the ground again he started kissing my cheeks and my face all over, drowning me with little pecks of kisses everywhere to show just how happy he was. I was chuckling. I was happy.

"I can't believe it… Is it really going to happen?" he asked smiling while his eyes were full of tears too.

"If everything goes well, then yes," I said.

He was shaking his head slowly, disbelievingly still, while looking at me. In a couple of minutes, we both calmed down.

"I hope he's a boy and he's going to be as handsome as his father," I said smiling at him. He chuckled turning his eyes to the ground embarrassed.

"Come on…" he said. When he looked at me again and continued: "And if she's a girl, she's going to be stunningly beautiful just like her mother."

"Negan…" I chuckled embarrassed this time.

"Just look at you how beautiful you are, Quinn…" he said as he slipped his hands on my waist and leaned really close. I smiled at him with red cheeks. He continued: "I can't believe any of this," he said as he put his forehead against mine.

"I can't either," I said reassuring him that both of us were just stunned. He scoffed gently and I chuckled too. In about 20 minutes we were engaged and announced pregnancy. I just couldn't believe it. We were so happy words cannot even describe it.

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Author's notes: Listen to "Never worn white" by Katy Perry for Quinn and listen to "Does heaven even know you're missing?" by Nickelback for Negan. ❤

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