`Chapter Nine

The Negative Test.

Once Negan and I get back to the Sanctuary, I try to think of any reason to get away from him. But once he helps me out of the truck he hugs me tightly, whispering to me softly.

"I can't believe I'm gonna be a dad."

I realize I still haven't told him that the test was negative. Just when this thought enters my head he pulls away and looks into my eyes.

"What did the test say?"

"It uh… was a bum test. It didn't tell me anything. So I'm gonna go back to Dr Carson and see if I can get another."

"Alright, but I want to be the first one to know the result of your test, okay?"

I nod and smile softly up at him. Once he lets me go I head inside the Sanctuary walls. I plan is to just get to my room to the the negative test out of my cardigan and then say I took it when we got back. But I run into Simon, literally, when I round the corner to head out of the factory and enter the courtyard, the two of us run right into each other.

"Oh, I'm so sorry (Y/N). Are you okay?"
I nod.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks."

"Are you sure you look like you've seen a ghost."

When he says that, I remember Negan killing that man, Spencer, and trying to play himself off as the hero to Rick.

"He killed someone else in front of you didn't he?"

I nod.

"How'd you know?"

He sighs.

"You had the same look on your face after that night in the woods. But I'm not surprised that he hasn't noticed it."

I nod and look toward the ground.

"Have you told him yet?"

I shake my head.

"Not yet and don't say anything either."

He nods and smiles.

"Not a problem, considered my lips sealed."

"Thanks."

We smile at each other as the two of us fall silent.

"Hey, I had a thought. If he keeps taking you outside of the walls, why not ask if you can go visit some camps as the first lady by yourself."

When he propose that I start laughing.
"That's a good one."

"I'm serious. I think you'd be good at defusing situations without getting anyone killed."

I smile.

"I'll ask him, but I don't think the answer will be yes."

He nods.

"Well, I'm getting ready to head out. So I need to get going?"

"When will you get back?"

"Uhh.. probably tonight, why?"

I freeze, not realizing I had asked that question until now.
"Uh… no reason. See ya later."

"See ya later, dollface."

I smile as Simon walks away. Soon after he leaves I come back to my senses and start heading back to the house. Once I am back in my room I look for my cardigan and find it laying on my bed. When I get the test out of the pocket I head back down the stairs to find Negan, but on the way down the stairs I run into Frankie.

"Oh hey, (Y/N)."
"Hey."

She smiles for a moment before she sees what's in my hand.

"Oh no, honey, you aren't. Are you?"

"Huh? Oh! No, no i'm not."

She sighs a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank god."

The two of us share a short laugh.

"Well I'll see you later."

I head down the stairs and into the factory building, making my way throw looking for Negan. When I hear the sound of banging coming from a room down the hall.

"I bet he's in there. Maybe I shouldn't tell him right now."

As I start to turn around to leave, I notice those in the room have started to leave, all but Negan. I sigh thinking, 'I've gotta tell him sooner or later, might as well be now.' When I get to the open door, I knock softly before entering. As I walk into the room, I look around and see Negan stand from his chair at the end of the table, on the other side of the room.

"Ahh, my beautiful wife. Did you find out anything?"

I try my best to put on a sad face and nod.

"Yeah, uhh…"

I take a deep breath and look up at him, tears in my eyes.

"I'm not…"

The smile from his face fades.

"Oh, that's alright. We can try again."

I nod as he pulls me into a tight hug. Wow, I'm a better actress than I thought.

"But the thought of you being pregnant got me thinking. If we had a little girl, would you wanna name her Fiona?"
I look up at him in a shock, happy stare, the tears in my eyes now are real. Is he serious? Does he really wanna name a child we had together Fiona? I think for a moment, before shaking my head.

"Uhh… No, I think we should leave Fee in the past."

He nods as he wipes a tear from my face with his thumb.

"Yeah you're right."

"But it was a nice thought."

He nods before letting me go and sits back down. He looked sad before but now he looks a little indifferent to the situation.

"Oh, there was something else I wanted to talk to you about while I'm here."

He looks up at me.
"Yeah?"

I nod.

"Since I've been outside the walls so much with you lately. I thought I could go out to some of the camps in your place. That way we can be in two places at once and we can get twice as much done."

He nods and leans back into his chair.

"I'll tell you want. I'll think about it."

I smile and kiss him softly.

"Thank you."

"But for right now, I've got a few things I need to get done. So i'll see you back at the house."

I nod before I turn to leave. When I get to the door I look back at him.

"Bye."

"Bye, Darling."

Once I'm back at the house I stand in the room with the other wives. We all share the same amount of relief that I'm not pregnant. But when Negan comes in of course we all act like we're sad about it. That night I can't see at all, when I hear a truck pull into the lot outside the house, I get up to look out the window. When I look out I see Simon and a few other Saviors unloading a few things out of there truck. I open my window and call out to Simon.

"Back so soon? You know you don't get a lot done when you rush back home."

Simon looks up at me and chuckles.

"Yeah, well, what else am I supposed to do? I don't want to spend the night out there."

I laugh and shake my head.

"Sounds to me like you're a pussy!"

He laughs before flipping me off, and I laugh even harder.

"Good night!"

I close my window before he answers me. But I know he probably said. 'Night dollface.' or something like that. It's funny I can hear him saying it. I love hearing his smooth voice and looking into his honest, loving eyes. I smile to myself as I head back to my bed and curl up thinking about Simon until I fall asleep. Thinking about how much I loved laying in his arms for the few hours I got to spend with him. Kissing him, and how much I want to again. I know I shouldn't think this way about another man, but I don't care. My husband has multiple wives, why can't I think about another man. As long as he doesn't find out, everything should be okay.