One week later.

"Steady...that's my girl, now hold it."

Lucy stood in the fenced off area behind the complex. She held the heavy handgun Negan had given her and was currently target shooting on large X marks he had spray painted on the trees a few yards away. It was a sunny brisk day, and Lucy took a deep breath, focusing on the target as Negan stood behind her. His large hands were lightly touching her hips before he whispered...

"Okay, now squeeze the trigger..."

Lucy held her breath, and squeezed before the gun recoiled and loudly shot. Blinking, she stood back and instantly saw she had hit the target even closer this time. They had spent the last hour practicing, and all ready she saw a huge improvement. Negan proudly smiled behind her.

"That's my girl!"

Lucy smiled, lowering her gun before Negan laced his hands around her waist and nuzzled her neck, planting kisses on her skin and scratching her lightly with his beard causing her to giggle. Since the visit to the gated community, Lucy was trying her hardest to think over the note she had found. She wasn't sure who had written it, but the terrible lingering feeling that had stayed with her since she had been "returned" to Negan was stronger than ever. The faint memory of him raping her that night seemed more and more vivid and his story of her dreaming up the entire thing due to her fever seemed more and more far fetched. In fact, more strange memories were coming back to her. Memories of that trailer she stayed in back at the other camp when she first arrived. Memories of the staring up at the ceiling and crying. Memories of hurting, feeling scared, memories of Negan pinning her down and laughing. She didn't want to believe it, and she knew she couldn't until she had solid proof, but she knew she had to be smart. She didn't want to believe that this man, the one who seemed crazy about her, the one who protected her, and seemed to love her so much could be hiding something.

She had tried to speak to that prisoner again, but it seemed that Negan wouldn't leave her side these past few days, almost as if he suspected something. For the last few days they had't left the apartment. For days now it had been non-stop sex. Lucy was completely taken off guard by his energy. Hour after hour he was on top of her, pumping, and sweating, grabbing onto her, and making her come. The sex had been wonderful, but draining. Finally this morning she suggested him teaching her how to shoot some more. Once they showered, they headed outside where Negan explained they had guards as well as fences for a few acres as well as a small pond. Currently they were staying put, aiming at the targets.

"Don't trust him..."

The words echoed in her head. Trying to force them out, she stood back smiling slightly as he continued to kiss her. That's when it happened.

"Argh!"

Lucy snapped her eyes shut as a horrible knife cutting cramp went through her, making her double over.

"Lucy?!"

Lucy hunched over, crying out as Negan instantly leaned over, eyes wide and concerned.

"What is it?!"

Lucy felt her heart pound, holding onto her stomach. This was worst than anything she remembered, even childbirth. Suddenly sweat poured out of her as she became short of breath. Looking up, she reached to grab hold of Negan's arm when suddenly her eyes rolled back into her head and darkness took over.

Later...

"Wake up baby...come on."

Lucy's eyelids slowly fluttered open, shutting again before finally they found focus. All it seemed to be was constant moment of her losing focus and waking up again. She was back in the master bedroom of the apartment she shared with Negan. She laid in the king sized bed, surrounded by plush smooth silk pillows and sheets. Her head felt swimmy, and she instantly saw an IV bag hooked onto a pole was beside her. Looking, she saw Negan sitting on the edge of the bed. His face freshly shaven, his eyes worried. The doc stood behind him, looking nervous but trying his hardest to hide it. Lucy took a second, her throat feeling dry, and muscles achy. She took a second before Negan reached over, his large cool hand brushing back her bangs, feeling blissful against her forehead.

"You thirsty?"

Lucy took a second before nodding.

"Yeah..."

Her throat was dry, and her tongue felt puffy and swollen. Negan reached over, handing over a glass full of ice cold water with a straw. Lucy gently leaned forward, sipping it and feeling complete bliss, the same exact feeling she had when Negan touched her forehead. Finally when she had enough, she laid back, and stared at him. She felt sore, but otherwise just a little sleepy.

"You shaved..."

Negan smirked, amused.

"You like?"

Lucy stared up, pale, her voice raspy.

"You look handsome..."

"Yeah, well a lot has been going on since you've been out."

"How long?"

"Almost a week."

"What happened?"

Negan waited before the doc stepped forward clearing his throat.

"Dehydration, but you've been on strict bedrest, and I ran up some blood work and as long as you take it easy, you and the baby should be fine."

Lucy went still.

"Baby?"

Negan grinned, a grin that sent chills down Lucy's spine. That cool large hand reached over and gently drummed against her otherwise flat stomach covered by the sheets.

"We need it Lucy darling, we're having ourselves a baby. Didn't I tell you we could start over?"

He reached down, scooping Lucy up in his large strong arms when suddenly it happened.

Lucy kneeling on the gravel, Chris beside her. Negan standing, glooming down at them before taking his bat and swinging down again, and again, and again. Being thrown down to that dirty mattress in the trailer. The sound of ripping frabic, his hard direct face staring down at her, gritting teeth, and spreading her legs... Standing on the ledge, opening her arms, and throwing herself backwards... The babies, the pain, the screaming, the blood.

She remembered...she remembered...

She remembered.

Her husband. This man. The father to this unborn child, she had just heard about seconds ago. The man who had seemed insane, but had protected her. The man who she had two other children with. One who she was forced to kill, the other she watched get taken away, knowing very well was more than likely dead as well. The man who had kidnapped her, killed Chris, raped her violently month, after month, after month, after month. Had beaten her, and made her believe she could never get away. She now remembered rather wanting to kill herself than to be with him again. After that she had forgotten, waking up barley remembering anything, truly believing that all of these lies, and crazy fate that had brought them back together despite the odds, was true.

He was a maniac that treated her like property. He had in fact raped her. He treated her like this doll that was only for his needs. Here he was, making up all these lies to blind her, and after all this time the fog had cleared. She remembered. She remembered it all. This wasn't her husband. This was a monster. Sitting there, stiff, she felt his muscles squeeze against her. Sitting up, eyes widening, she knew she was trapped. Trapped here with this psychopath all over again, and pregnant with another forced child. When he pulled away, he was still grinning. Staring at her, he smiled before laying her gently back.

"We're going to be real careful here Lucy darling, you are staying put and letting our little baby cook in your oven. Now there's some regular old bullshit happening with those assholes we've visited before. Now I don't want you worrying that pretty head of yours. Ain't that right doc?"

The doctor cleared his throat and stepped forward.

"You are at high risk. You need to stay on bedrest. I'll be monitoring you throughout the reminder of the pregnancy. You are at high risk for miscarriage, so you'll need to try and relax, keep pushing the fluids."

"Thanks doc, I'll see you in a bit, let's allow my wife to rest all right?"

The doctor nodded, collecting his bag and softly saying he would be back to come check on her. Seconds later, he was gone. Negan smiled at Lucy now alone before leaning over. Deeply kissing Lucy, he caught her completely off guard. His mouth roughly pressing against hers, now feeling so odd without his beard there to scratch her skin. When the kiss ended, he smiled before lightly dancing his fingers against the side of Lucy's face.

"I'll be back in a bit, lay back and get some rest honey."

Getting up, Negan leaned over and kissed her stomach. Feeling completely sick, Lucy pretended as good as she could to smile as he grinned one last time and walked out. Laying there, now alone, Lucy's eyes watered as she brought her hand up to her mouth, stiffening a cry. She remembered everything and she knew she would rather be dead before bringing another child of this monster into the world again.