Rick paced the nursery holding the baby boy. It was an overcast day, and he gently rubbed the baby's back, dressed in a gray one piece, his tiny feet kicking against Rick's chest as he gurgled, and rested his head against his shoulder, looking out with wide hazel eyes. Michonne sat on the carpet floor with Judith sitting against her, currently chewing in a rubber toy block. Rick sighed before looking over at her.

"If I tell you something, you have to promise it doesn't leave here."

Michonne stared up, partly confused before Rick took a deep breath staring down at the baby. Ever since that night, Daryl was officially staying hid at the Kingdom, as was Rosita, but she had come to bring supplies two days ago and was currently staying in the cellar of Maggie and Glen's old house until the wind storms would die down so she could get going again. Word had spread rather quickly over what had happened, and just two days following, the Saviors arrived demanding Rick to know where Daryl and Rosita were? Rick, who hadn't seen them acted just as surprised, as the entire complex was searched top to bottom. In the end they informed Rick that Negan was madder than Hell, and the second he found the two of them, he was going to slaughter them. If he became aware that anyone was sheltering them, or behind what had happened, he simply stated to Rick he would get Rick's children, slit their throats, and burn the bodies. Afterwards, Rick called a town meeting, visibly shaken, before wanting to know who knew about this plan? Nobody spoke up, and instead days passed, and Rick calmly stated they were planning on attacking, and that this move had been a stupid one. From what Rick heard, Negan's wife was alive, but not doing well. When Rosita finally came a few days ago, Rick fought back to urge to slap her.

They spoke upstairs in his room, as he controlled himself from shouting so the babies wouldn't wake up. Fists curled tight at his sides, he wanted to know what they were thinking? He had heard Lucy's plan, and refused to do it, in helping her kill herself. That it was reckless, and stupid. That he was getting the numbers, as well as the weapons to fight the saviors. It was taking longer than usual, but they were getting there. Now from what he hard, Negan was determined to find her and Daryl, and was out for blood. That poor Lucy was hurt, maybe even with serious brain damage and back there with him. He could have kept her safe, and instead this happened. When Rosita tried to explain herself, Rick shook his head disgusted. Shaking his head, he pointed his finger and told her she had until the storms died down, as soon as they went down, she was banned until everything was finished up. He wasn't about to have the saviors give a surprise visit, and have his family at risk. Rosita agreed, and left without so much as another word. Today, Rick held onto the baby, looking exhausted. Ever since he heard about Lucy, he prayed either two things. One, that Lucy had died from her injuries, and was no longer in pain. Or two, that all of this would end soon, and he could help rescue her and get her away from that bastard once and for all. Looking at Michonne, he sighed.

"This is Negan's baby."

Michonne froze, staring up.

"What?!"

"We're not one hundred precent sure but...Lucy was fairly certain this was the baby she gave birth to earlier this year that had been taken. The stories add up, and besides...now that I'm saying it, you can see it can't you?"

Michonne stared at the infant with wide eyes before Rick gently strokes the back of the baby's thick hair that was slowly growing in.

"I tried talking her out of what she did with Rosita and Daryl. I tried to tell her she could start over, even after she saw him. He's the result of rape...Negan he...he kidnapped her and..."

He stopped, unable to finish, instead he took a deep breath.

"Now, if she's alive she's right back there again. She was pregnant again to...this baby..."

Shaking his head, Rick almost appeared to be blinking away tears. Instead he shifted the baby's weight in his arms.

"Negan thinks the baby was taken and is most likely dead. Lucy knew better to ever let him know...it would make sense as a bargaining chip, but I refuse to. Nobody can ever know..."

Michonne nodded, still staring at the baby with wonder. Down the hall, unknown to them Rosita had snuck inside to take a box of bullets from Rick's downstairs hallway before heading out later that night. Unknown to them, she had been listening and stood against the wall, eyes wide with rage. Just a few feet away was her enemy's baby. The man she hated the most. Glaring down the hall at the partly open door of the nursery, a crazed grin spread across her face as she slowly backed up, and headed back down the stairs.

Later...

Negan's large hand was laced within Lucy's. It squeezed it tight, pinning it down against the sheets. Slowly, and gently Negan laid between both of Lucy's partly spread legs. She was completely naked, her ugly bruises all turning several shades of yellow and purple. She was off the I.V now, and her shaved bandaged head was wrapped loosely with a red scarf Negan had brought in for her earlier. Around her eyes there were still shades of light bruising, as well as that one eye badly bloodshot. She laid there was Negan, who was also completely naked, slowly moved himself in and out of her. His bare ass slowly lifting, and pumping down at a slow and steady rhythm. His shoulder blades arched, as his head was buried against her shoulder, being mindful of her head. The headboard creaked as he continued working away, pressing her into the mattress.

Lucy, in a half daze stared off to the side. It was mid afternoon. She had heard Negan in the hallway speaking with the man she believed was named Simon. She heard something about a prisoner named Sasha. Somehow that name rang a bell with Lucy, but she couldn't quite place it. She heard something else, about a Dave being killed, and besides that her head began aching too badly to really focus. Instead, she waited before Harlan came in to check her over. He wanted to do another ultrasound and told Negan he would be keeping the equipment in the closet in the bedroom so they didn't have to move her as much as possible. That if she was healing correctly, he would give it at least another month before he wanted her walking around. Instead he continued her pushing the fluids, and measured how her meds should be shaken. He examined her skull, before changing the bandages, and helping her dress with her scarf. When Negan came in, after finishing talking to that man in the hallway. Harlan had set up the ultrasound machine, and had made sure Lucy was no longer bleeding.

"Spotting should be normal, I just wanna make sure everything is still okay..."

Negan circled around, hands on his hips as Harlan moved the paddle across, squinting at the screen. Instantly Negan cocked his head to the side.

"Everything okay?"

Harlan nodded.

"Baby looks strong, no internal bleeding...do you wanna know the sex?"

Lucy laid flat before glancing over at Negan who seemed puzzled.

"Ain't it too early?"

"Sometimes it is but I'm getting a pretty clear image."

Negan met eyes with Lucy, before he grinned, yet again looking so handsome, showing a small glimmer of the kind of man he could have been.

"Hell yeah we do."

Harlan tried to smirk but looked more uncomfortable than anything. Pressing the paddle a little harder down into Lucy's stomach, he nodded.

"Looks as if it's a boy."

Negan let out a breathless laugh, almost out of pure relief. Lucy laid emotionless, before Negan smiled wife before hurrying over and looking at the small monitor.

"Get out!"

Harlan pointed.

"Like I said, it's still early but there we are..."

He pointed to the screen Lucy couldn't see before Negan smiled warmly.

"Shit, this is exactly the kind of news I needed today. Thanks doc."

He clapped him on the shoulder before looking over at Lucy. Instantly, she found a terrible wave of depression hit her. She was thinking of the baby back at Rick's. Remembering his freckled tiny sleeping face, she sighed, before shutting her eyes, never feeling so exhausted before in her whole miserable life. This would be her third child, her third baby by Negan, all of which conceived by rape. There were so many thoughts, she just couldn't think. Instead, she laid there, listening to Negan thank Harlan as he packed up, telling him to let her sleep, and get plenty to drink. An hour later, here she was, laying beneath Negan as he celebrated over the fact they were expecting a baby boy. He undressed her carefully, before his large hands cupped her breasts. There he slowly and carefully parted her thighs before ducking his head down and began to slowly use his tongue.

Lucy laid there, shutting her eyes, hating this. Feeling a tingling, she took shallow breaths, she hated herself as she tossed her head to the side, feeling herself squirm. Negan continued going down on her before finally she came, harder than she ever came before. When she did, she laid there embarrassed before he lifted his face, smiling and looking at her with sly eyes, before he slowly began kissing his way up her body. When his hands passed over her slowly growing stomach she sensed how tender he was being, before he slowly slid her legs up, and he began to undress. The sex was actually good. Lucy laid like a dead fish, but had just finished on her third orgasm. She hated herself for it, feeling fifty and used. Negan had worked up a pretty good sweat, bucking his hips against her before finally he strokes became slow and drawn out.

His mouth covered her, gently kissing her, before finally he snapped his eyes shut and cried out. She felt his erection twitch inside of her, before completely emptying inside of her. Lucy laid there, not saying a word before he pulled out of her, and rolled over.

"You okay baby?"

Lucy laid there, not saying a word. Instead, she just stared off to the side, silent tears rolling down off her face. There Negan reached over, wiping her eyes just as she had with him. Carefully, he turned her over to face him. Using the back of his hand, he petted her face.

"How's your head?"

Lucy sighed.

"What are you going to do with those people?"

"Who?"

"At the Hilltop, Alexandra...I heard you said you have a woman here? Are you going to kill her?"

"No baby, I got plans but nothing you need to worry that poor busted little head of yours about."

"What do I have to do to make you leave them alone."

Negan stared at her.

"It's the new world order darling, a little bird is telling me something is in the works, and after the shit that was pulled with you, I'm expecting something pretty big. I need to make sure I'm making a safe life for our son."

"I mean it. What do I have to do."

"What?"

"Promise me you won't hurt those people anymore...and I'll do anything."

"Lucy come on..."

Lucy reached forward, she was gaining strength back, but her limbs still felt pretty heavy. Placing them on his shoulder blade, she slowly pulled herself into him, using all the effort she could. Less than an inch away from his forehead, she stared straight into his big hazel eyes.

"I'll have this baby, I won't try to run again, you just gotta promise me you'll leave them alone."

"They are planning on trying to put a world full of hurt down on us. We can't let that happen."

"I'll stay."

"What?"

"I'll stay...I'll give you this baby, I'll be your wife, you just have to end this."

"Baby you're all ready my wife..."

"But you're nervous I'll never love you. I'll be the wife you always wanted...just don't hurt anyone else."

Negan stared deeply into her eyes, before slowly, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her tight.

That night... Rosita was planning on leaving, but as she walked the dark streets, she stared up at Rick's house, her eyes glaring at the nursery.