It wasn't the sun shining through the windows, or the sound of birds singing the songs of spring that woke you that morning. It was the sound of Deacon screaming "MAMA!" at the top of his lungs from the crib outside your bedroom. As you squirmed to wipe the sleep from your eyes, a pair of strong arms pulled you back against muscular body. It took you a moment to remember that you and Simon had fallen asleep together last night. A little smile crept across your face as you felt his hands against your bare skin.
You peeled his arms off as you as slipped from the bed trying your best not to wake him but the simple loss of the added warmth from your body caused Simon to stir. You smile softly at him as he rubs his eyes and props himself up on your pillow. "Morning sweetheart…" He said with a little smile as you slipped your robe on.
"The monster is up…" You said with a little chuckle as you tied the robe shut and headed to check on Deacon who was still calling your name out. Simon stood up from the bed running his hands through his wild hair as he slipped his army green button up shirt over his white tank top.
As you walked out into the main room you found Deacon, standing up in his crib. Screaming at the top of his lungs. "Hey now…" you start softly as you walk over to the crib and pick your screeching toddler up. "I know… you need changed… you are hungry… I get it but can we turn the volume down…" You tell the toddler who started to calm down as you went about getting him ready for the day. Simon walked out of your bedroom and headed straight towards the kitchenette.
He started to open up cabinets till he found some instant coffee and kettle, pulling them down he turned back to you for a moment. "You want some coffee?" He asks with a little smirk and you nod a little as you pull a clean t-shirt over Deacon's head. "This is part where I would ask if you want cream and sugar…" Simon started as he filled the kettle and lit the stove.
"There is milk in the fridge… apparently having a child that shares DNA with Negan has it's perks…" You respond back playfully as you pull up Deacon's shorts and give him a little pat on the bottom. "Go play… Mama is gonna make you something to eat!" You say with a little smile as you stand up and join Simon in the kitchen just as he is adding the hot water to the coffee powder in each of the two mugs he had pulled down.
You open the fridge and pull out the glass bottle of milk and a small basket of eggs. "For the record… French Vanilla creamer… the good shit… not that powdered nonsense." You say with a soft smile as you hand the bottle of milk to Simon who smiles softly.
"Damn," He said with a little laugh. "I could have gotten you the powdered shit…" He poured a little milk into each mug before handing it back to you to put in the fridge.
As you turned back around Simon handed you the cup of coffee with a little smile, "Thank you," You said softly as you lifted the mug to your lips and took a sip of the piping hot coffee.
Simon leans in as places nervous peck on your cheek as he whispers "For you baby, any time.." Which caused your cheeks to flush a little as he walked away to go see what Deacon was doing. He sat down on the floor where Deacon was playing. Coffee cup in one hand, he picked up a block and joined Deacon building a tower. It was a sweet watching Simon banter with Deacon between sips of coffee. He seemed just as natural, if not more, with Deacon as Negan was but Simon made you laugh.
If you didn't know better, you would think that's his son the way he has with him. Simon did a lot of bad things, the workers feared him as much, if not more, than Negan. So in all sound logic, you knew entering into any sort of relationship with Simon was no better than if you ran tail between your legs back to Negan. But he makes me laugh and doesn't have 5 other wives. You argued with yourself before glancing back at the basket of eggs. "Do you boys want scrambled eggs?" You called out from the kitchen as you set your now empty coffee cup in the sink.
Deacon peered over Simon and nodded his head calling out "Yes!"
Simon reached out and tickled Deacon's belly to get his attention. "Come on, let's go help Mama…" Deacon smiled brightly as Simon stood up and reached his arms up for Simon to pick him up but Simon shook his head. "You're a big boy right?" Deacon nodded his head. "Then walk like a big boy buddy," Deacon seemed to listen to Simon and just nodded his head and raced over towards you, his little arms wrapping around you leg once he reached you. You couldn't help but chuckle as Simon set his now empty coffee cup on small wooden kitchen table and picked up a chair as he walked past and set it down next to you. "Up ya go little man." Simon said as he leaned down and picked up Deacon and set him down on the chair.
You reached up and pulled down a bowl and cracked four eggs into the bowl before pulling out a wooden spoon and handing to Simon. "Your idea… you are in charge of making sure he doesn't make a massive mess." You said with a little laugh as you started to search for a pan. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as Simon wrapped his hand around Deacon's and slowly started to show him how to beat the eggs. He must have had a kid, he has so done this before. You mused sadly as you stood up placing the pan you found in the cabinet under where the little camp stove stat on top of the counter.
"Ook Mama!" Deacon exclaimed as he pointed to the bowl. Simon took the spoon from his hands and tossed it in the sink.
"Good Job Deacon." You praised him as you leaned in and kissed his cheek.
"Alright, bud…" Simon said with a little groan as he picked Deacon up and set him back down on the floor. "Off ya go… your work here is done." He said with a small laugh as he waved his hand towards the toys as he leaned against the counter.
"Put the chair back," You say quickly as you reach over and pick up the bowl and pour the beaten eggs into the pan before you light the burner, that gas igniting with a soft woosh.
Simon picked up the chair and leaned in as he walked past you to whisper, "I like it when you get bossy.." with a hearty chuckle that made your cheeks flush and a delightful tingle run down your spine.
"You're horrible.." You say with a laugh as you turn to start stirring the eggs so they wouldn't burn.
Simon laughed softly as he walked back up behind you. His hands slipping around your hips and he leaned over your shoulder and whispered darkly, "I would love to show you just how horrible I am…or not horrible… I have had mixed reviews in the past." He laughed against your neck as he placed a soft kiss against the smooth skin, his mustache tickling your soft skin slightly causing you to let out a small girlish giggle as you finished cooking the eggs.
Purposefully you push your bottom against him urging him to move back as you turned off the burner. "Find the plates." You said sharply again, this time a little smirk playing on your lips.
Simon let out a barely audible chuckle as his one of his large hands slid down from you waist and gave your ass a playful squeeze. "I love this teasing…" He started leaning in, "But eventually I am gonna have to have it." His other hand slipped between the opening of the robe and between your thighs. Your back arches against him as you catch breathe feeling his fingertips tease you through your soft cotton panties before he pulls his hand away. His lips brush against your ear as he leans in. "I am patient fucking man, I really am… so no pressure but I do want you and think you may just want me." His voice was thick with lust and you could feel your cheeks flush as dampness began to grow between your thighs. Simon smirked at your reaction as he reached up and pulled down some plates and set them on the counter for you dish out breakfast.
You ate quietly, helping Deacon make sure more of his eggs made it into his mouth than on the floor. The quite meal was interrupted by the sound of Simon's radio crackling in the bedroom. You glanced up at Simon as you scooped the last little bit of eggs together on Deacon's plate and got them onto his spoon before handing it to him. Simon stood up from the table and slipped back into your room quickly to answer the radio call.
Helping Deacon down from the table you tell him softly to go play before you pick up the three plates and put them into the sink. As you make your way towards your bedroom Simon walks out buttoning up his shirt looking a little nervous. "Get dressed…" Simon said as he reached out and rested his hand on your waist as he stopped you on your way into your bedroom. He leaned in an whispered. "Negan wants me to bring you and Deacon to him, now…" His hand moved from your waist to your cheek. "I want to just keep you all to myself…" His words were filled with jealously and lust as he spoke. Simon leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, capturing them in a feverish embrace, giving you the first real kiss that you had in years.
Simon was the last person you would have expected end up kissing but in that moment you found yourself lost in his touch. His hands run up through your messy hair as he pulls you deeper into the kiss. You pull back slowly. His hand still tangled in your hair. As you dart your tongue across your bottom lip as you leaned back against the door. "Simon…" you started slowly as you glanced over at Deacon who was oblivious to your conversation. "As much as I may want this, Negan…"
"Fuck Negan…" Simon said sharply as his hand slipped away from your face. "He lost you… drove you away… he doesn't deserve this loyalty darling…" Simon ran his hands through his hair frustrated with the situation as you leaned back against the door. "Can't you see that if you were mine… I would fucking worship you…adore you." He started his voice rose slightly as he spoke. "You wouldn't be part of some god damn harem of helpless and selfish girls if you were mine.." Each time he said the word 'mine' his voice grew low and gravelly, causing the dampness between your thighs grow and your heartbeat quicken with a sudden wave of desire at his possessive tone. "you would be my one… my only." His voice maintained the low gravely tone.
You took a step forward and placed your hand on Simon's chest. The tips of your index finger tracing a light circle over one of the buttons on his shirt as you started. "I know." There was a sadness to the way you said those two simple words that even you weren't expecting. The idea of being with someone so devoted to you was the dream you held on to since childhood but now that Negan knew about Deacon. It was something that was likely going to be beyond your grasp. Negan doesn't want me with anyone else, he all but said as much last night you mind reminded you but he was not your husband any more. You let out a small sigh as you rested your head against Simon's chest. "But He is Deacon's father… you said he deserved a chance.." Lifting your head back you gaze up at Simon, through your long eyelashes and watch his jaw twitch as he let out a jealous huff.
Simon clasped his hand around yours "With his son…" Simon said as he squeezed your hand. "Not with you…" His dark eyes focus on yours as he speaks and your heart almost skips a beat at the way he spoke. He cares, I care that he cares…shit. You let out a little sigh as you slip your hand away and start to walk towards the basket of clothes you never put away.
Simon went to leave to give you privacy but as you pulled out the long boho skirt and peasant top you shook your head. "Stay…" You said with an edge of nervousness in your voice. A flirtatious smirk grew across Simon's lips as he closed the door to the bedroom slightly, leaving it open just a crack so you both could hear Deacon as he played in the next room.
Slowly you untie your dark navy robe, letting it slip off your shoulders as Simon made his way towards you. Eyes focused intently on you as the robe falls to the floor. He lets out a breathy sigh as he sees you in nothing but the thing, pale blue nightdress in the light of day. He reached out and traced his fingers along your collar bone, barely touching your skin as he pushed the thin silk strap down over your shoulder, the fabric slowly falling away and exposing your breast as his other hand repeated the same slow but fluid movement. Simon let out a low, throaty moan as he gazed upon your exposed breasts for the first time. "You are fucking gorgeous…" He said hungrily as he leaned in and captured your lips in his, his large rough hands cupping your bare breasts. The clothes in your hands fall away as you drape your arms around his neck as one of his hands moves to push the night dress the rest of the way over your curvaceous hips before falling to the floor. Simon's lips still locked on yours his hand then slips into your plain white panties, causing a low moan to escape your lips as he slowly slides a finger deep within your growing dampness. He breaks his hold on your lips as he hisses sharply feeling you tightness around him. "I said I was a patient man…" He started in a low, voice, each syllable heavy with lust as he slowly pushed you back against the bed. His finger slipping from your core as gripped the hem of your underwear as he loomed over you. "I lied…" He said with a dark chuckle that made you bite your lip with anticipation as pulled your panties off.
Slowly you part you legs for him as he licks his lips, his hand's moving to his belt. Biting your bottom lip you look up at him, your eyes heavy with lust as well watching as he pushed his pants down over his slim hips allowing his thick cock to spring forth as he leaned over you gripping your hips tightly. "I am going to be hard all fucking day thinking about you…" he started in barely more than a whisper as he rubbed the tip of his thick cock over you slick slit, coating it in your juices. He slapped the tip against your throbbing clit as he continued. " with my cum dripping from this perfect fucking pussy…" He growled lowly as he slowly slid into you. You stifled a loud moan, your hand clasping over you mouth as he stretched you in a way you hadn't felt in a long time. "while you are with him.." Simon growled as he thrust hard into you.
Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as you pull him deeper into you, needing to feel every inch of him filling you as you fought back the urge to scream his name. Simon grunted roughly as he pulled you down on him with each thrust. "I'm going to be selfish… but I have been fucking rock hard since I woke up with that perfect…fucking…ass" He groaned roughly unable to finish his thought as his pace grew more frantic. You bite down on your hand to keep from moaning loudly as Simon thrusts harder and harder into you. His thick cock pushing all the way into your depths, filling you in a way you had never felt before. Even with Negan, who had impressive cock in own right. Your hands blindly reach out and grip his button down shirt tightly, a softly moan escaping your lips as Simon thrusts hard into you, his finger tips digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he fucks you into the bed.
His head dipped down as his lips pressed against your neck. He let out a low, guttural moan against your skin. Sending vibrations through your body as he spilled his seed into your tight core with a final powerful thrust. He lifts his head and places a soft, tender kiss on your lips as he slips his now soft cock from your dripping core. He laughs softly as you smirk up at him. "You owe me…" You say with a little laugh and Simon nods as he pulls his pants back up over his hips leaving them undone as he reached down and handed you the clothes you had meant to change into.
"Oh I know…" He smirked as he watched you slip your panties back on. He reached over and rubbed your still tingling and tender pussy through the thin cotton fabric. "I will make it up to you… If I thought I could get away with it right now.." Your hips grind against his palm hungrily, needing that sweet friction to help ease the tension that had built up from the quick, rough and needy sex you had just had. "I would be right between those legs making you scream my name…" He chuckled softly as he pulled his hand away and went to buckle his belt as you let out a small whimper.
"That's just mean…" You said with a little scowl the made Simon chuckle darkly as stepped into the skirt and pulled it up over your hips. As you pulled you top on over your head Simon's radio crackled and you heard Negan's voice demanding to know what was taking so long, which caused you both to stifle a little laugh and Simon to quickly hush you.
"Can't a man have his morning shit Negan… for fuck's sake. I am on my way now." Simon gave your bottom a squeeze as he leaned in and whispered. "I will make up for it later…" His mustache tickling you ear causing a small giggle to escape your lips. "Go get Deacon.."
Giving him a quick nod and slipping on a pair of flip flops as you exited your bedroom and went to scoop up your little boy who was still playing happily. Unware of what just transpired in the other room. "You ready to go see Daddy?" You ask trying to sound excited but something told you that you and Deacon would be spending most of the day with his father. Part of you wanted to be happy because Deacon seemed to enjoy spending time with his father. He likes to spend time with Simon too that dark voice in the back of your mind called out.
Simon sauntered out of the bedroom, his eyes transfixed on you as squatted down to help your son on with his shoes. Once Deacon was ready you slowly stood up and gave Simon a little smirk. Why the hell did I just do that? Your mind scolded but you couldn't help but smirk softly at longing ache between your thighs from Simon's greedy quickie and thinking on his promise to make up for it tonight made your walls contact at the thought, causing some of Simon's cum to dribble from your still slick pussy and collect in your panties as you walked towards him. As he reached out and placed his hand on your lower back he had the most devious smirk playing on his lips. "Shall we?" he said in an overly chipper voice.
"Don't sound so damn happy…" You quipped back quickly. Simon let out a low chuckle and Deacon looked up at you confused. "Pay no attention to Simon bubba…"
Simon scoffed slightly as he opened the door and let you and Deacon through the door. As you walked through the door he let his hand fall away from your back and there was this moment of sadness at the loss of his touch. Ugh, why? You ask yourself unsure of how any of this transpired. You had no desire to enter into a relationship, though there were shockingly enough worse choices than Simon. "Don't listen to your Mama kiddo… I am a cool guy…" Simon said with a small chuckle as he closed the door to your little home and started to make the short walk down the hall to Negan's rooms.
You squeezed Deacon's hand as you neared the door. You tried to fake a smile but from the look that Simon gave you and the equally as worried look that your son shot you, you relaxed your face and took a deep breath. Things were awkward enough between you and Negan without some strange new relationship with Simon but you made your bed and you knew you were going to just have to deal with it like you always had. Your heart beat quickened as a Simon reached out and knocked a few times on the heavy door.
You leaned down slightly for a moment and whispered to your son. "When the door opens, go up to him and say 'hi daddy' and give him a hug." You instructed glancing up at Simon who looked calm as could be. How can he be so damn calm, Negan will know something happened… he always knows. As you smoothed Deacon's wild morning hair down, the door opened.
Negan had his eyes locked on you for a moment. His tongue darting across his lips as he quickly mustered an enthusiastic smile for the son you shared. "There's my boy!" he exclaimed clapping his hands and as if on cue, Deacon trotted over to his father and lifted his arms. Negan bent down and scooped Deacon up as the little boy wrapped his arms around his father's neck.
"Daddy…" Deacon said softly, still unsure of what to make of Negan but hearing his son calling him 'Daddy' caused a warm smile to grow across Negan's face. He looked so different when he smiled like that, his eyes lit up and he looked truly happy. Why couldn't he have been an ass about this? You question silently. It would have made this whole situation a hell of a lot easier to handle.
Your eyes dart back to Simon, who's jaw was slightly clenched watching Negan hold Deacon. And this one… why does he have be so good with Deacon. You make note of how Simon's whole demeanor had changed now that he was leaving you and Deacon with Negan. When you were alone, he was relaxed and easy going. In that moment though, as he stood holding the door open, every well toned muscle tense and on edge. As you took a few steps, making you way to cross the threshold, out of the corner of your eye you noticed Simon's jaw twitch and his eyes grow dark with jealousy.
You were not the only one to notice this. Setting Deacon down on the floor, Negan turned slightly as he pointed to a small basket of toys that sat next to the couch. "Go check out your toys buddy.." Negan instructed as he placed a tender hand on the toddler's back, gently urging him in. Deacon turned back and looked at you nervously. You nod your head quickly, knowing what ever was about to come out of Negan's mouth was something that Deacon did not need to hear.
As Deacon went off just out of ear shot to play with his toys, Negan turned back around. His face full of suspicion as his gaze bounced back and forth between you and Simon. He lifted his right hand, his long index finger extended as he waved his hand back and forth between you and Simon as he began to speak. "You two fucking said there is nothing fucking going on here…" He began, his voice low, rage simmering just below the calmness that he was trying to maintain. You opened your mouth to protest but Negan pointed his finger at you and growled. "Don't fucking even say it (y/n), don't even fucking let the words slip out of those lips.." As Negan scolded you Simon's jaw twitched as his grip on the door tightened. Taking a step back from Negan out of fear you unconsciously moved toward Simon. Negan's brow furrowed as he snarled. "This…" He said in reference your movement. "Just proves my fucking suspicions…"
"Stop..just fucking stop!" Your harsh tone even shocked yourself as you closed your eyes and tried your best to calm yourself down. Negan didn't allow you a moment as he reached out and snatched your wrist violently jerking you forward. You let out a small cry of fear as your eyes shoot open to Simon let go of the door and shove Negan back.
"Get your fucking hands off her!" He snarled as Negan stumbled back, shocked by his right hand man's protective turn Negan let go of your wrist as you scrambled behind Simon. The two men stood toe to toe for a moment in silence. Negan's jaw was clenched tight as he face had a look of pure rage painted across it. His skin flushed slightly as his blood pressure rose. Simon had one hand behind you, resting on your hip to keep you out of the line of fire. His dark eyes narrowed in on Negan as his friend went to speak.
Negan tilted his head to one side, than the other in one fluid motion like a snake as he began to speak. "She is my wife…" Negan's words dripped with venom as he leaned forward challenging Simon.
"Was." Simon spat back with the ferociousness of an overly aggressive guard dog. "She was your wife… you fucked it up…" The tension between the two men made your stomach twist. You didn't want this. You hated conflict, it was why you left Negan and his Deacon in the first place.
You could have sworn Negan growled as lunged forward and wrapped his hands around Simon's neck. "Fucking slimy little fucking shit weasel…" Negan swore as he slammed Simon up against the door that had been propped open with his foot just a moment before. You scream and rush to try and wedge yourself between the two men who were locked their physical struggle. Simon's hands tried peal away Negan's but that only made Negan's grip grow tighter.
Knowing you had little choice left, you hauled your hand back and brought it across the side of Negan's face with a loud crack. Shocked by the stinging slap Simon managed to pry the other man's hands from around his neck and push Negan back enough that now you were the one standing between the two men. Your hands stretched out trying to keep them apart as they both panted trying to catch their breaths. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" You scream at Negan before turning around to look at Simon. "And you…" You seethe, "You couldn't just keep your fucking pie hole shut." You try once more to close your eyes, taking a deep breath in attempt to calm yourself as both men start to clamor to explain but you wanted none of it. "Would you both… SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Both surprised by your thunderous demand quickly follow your instruction as you tried to calm yourself down.
As you take a long deep breath and let it out finally open your eyes and cross your arms in front of your chest as you turn towards Negan. "I am not your wife… I was barely your wife when I was one of your wives… think of that fucking sentence for a moment and what wrong with it?!" You snap, as you tap your flip flop on the floor. Simon started to chime in and you quickly lifted you hand. "Shut your fucking mouth Simon…SHUT IT!" Taking another deep breath you try once more to speak in a calm tone, trying so hard to be the voice of reason between these two Alpha males. "We have a son together… that is it. I am willing to let you be a part of his life… though God help me why I am allowing this after this." Negan lets out a low growl at your comment but says nothing. "Me and Simon…" You quickly wave your hand between the two of you. "We have something… I don't know what the fuck it is but I want to find out and I am fucking allowed to do so. Because who sticks their fucking dick in me is still my fucking choice Negan… it always has been and always will be. It's one of your fucking rules. You want to break one of your own rules?" Though you were doing your best to keep your voice calm, your defensive body langue told a different story.
Negan groaned as he started to speak but you shook your head. "I don't want to hear more of your bullshit Negan… be Deacon's father please. But you and I are not going to happen again… I will not play second fiddle to your dead wife… I will not be one of many new wives that you just keep around because it's an easy way to fuck a bunch of different women and morally justify it…" Negan lets out another huff but stays silent as you turn towards Simon.
Though you were less upset with him, because his actions in some way were in defense of you, you still gazed at him with quite a bit of anger in your eyes. "And Simon…" You let out a long sigh as you gaze at the floor for a moment. "I get you wanted to protect me… but if this is gonna work… you two need to not fight… I won't have my son around it." Simon let out a small sigh and just gave a little nod agreeing with you.
"So you two…" Negan started and you turned back around, Simon moving behind you. "This is a thing…"
"Deal with it…" You say in a stern voice. "Stop wasting time worrying about who I chose to spend my time with and go spend time with your son." Turning slowly as your spoke you started to walk back towards your bedroom completely over the whole situation. You paused for a moment turned back and looked at Simon. "Are you coming?"
Simon nodded, not waiting for Negan's approval, "Yup…" He said slowly as he joined you at your side.
"What about Deacon?" Negan called out as you and Simon continued to walk.
"He is your kid too… deal with him. If he bleeds or like suddenly gets sick… I'll be in my room." You knew that Deacon was just as safe with Negan as with just about anyone else, perhaps more so. He was his father after all and Negan told you once he was a teacher before all this. He was going to have to learn to be a father some time and there was no time like the present.