Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Seventeen

Negan returned Harley to the RV, sitting her down on the bed with gentility. As he leaned in to kiss his fiancee's cheek, he was disrupted with a slamming hand to the window. 

Harley jumped slightly, her hands reaching for Negan's signature jacket and already curling a leg around his thigh. 

"What now?" Negan asked, feeling suddenly full of angst as he whipped his glare to one of his henchmen outside of the window. 

"We've got a real problem!" They yelled beyond the glass, their voice muffled, "One of our teams hasn't reported back on the hour!" 

Negan slowly stood upright, cocking his jaw as he stared forward, thinking of something to do. "Alright, your team leaves out with me, we're gonna get to the bottom of this." 

Harley sat up, chipper and anxious for some sort of action, "I'll come too." 

Her fiance shook his head, "Not this time, peach. Maybe another. You can stay with the girls."  

The blonde's face deadpanned as she reached up and grabbed Negan's shirt, pulling him close, "You leave me with them, I'll kill 'em. You understand me? So you better take me with you." 

Negan raised a brow to Harley as she cocked her jaw and waited for his answer; after a long moment of silence, the man grinned with a scoff, "How could I say no to that face?" 

Negan and his men loaded up their trucks while Joseph stayed behind with Harley; she growled at the man as he climbed into the truck with one of his henchmen. 

"Next time, Harley!" He called from the passenger's seat, and she scrunched her nose at him with a grimace. 

"I love ya, peach! Be good!" Negan grinned. 

Harley huffed, turning away as the men drove from the lot and walking into the warehouse. She made her way upstairs, past the remaining community crowded on the main floor, then barged into the room of Negan's various wives. 

Immediately, she snarled at the ever growing amount of women in the room, of all sizes. Though she would play nice while Negan was present, Harley had no one to hold back her contempt as she had to wait. 

Most of the women parted ways for Harley, mostly out of fear, and she found a seat on the couch near the bar. She sat idly, crossing a leg over her other as she spread her arms out over the back of the couch; Harley eavesdropped in on some of the wives' conversation as she had nothing better to do. 

"I think this time is the one...." 

"Are you sure?" Another wive asked lowly. 

"I'm positive. I feel...different, you know?" 

"It's Negan's? Not Charles'?" 

The first wife shook her head, "I haven't seen Charles in weeks, I can only hope that he's alright." 

"I can assure you, he's not." Sherry added in assertively. 

The second wife turned over her shoulder and snarled at Sherry, finding her information to not be helpful at all. 

"Don't listen to her. She gets to see Dwight everyday." 

Harley turned her head away slightly, not ready to be associated with the next topic Sherry was about to bring up, regarding Dwight's disfigurement. 

"He only gets to see half of me." Sherry added snidely, which Negan's other wives ignored. 

"Aren't you happy? You're having a baby." The second wife tried to bring the conversation back with a feigned tone of excitement. 

Harley ultimately froze, not knowing that that was why Negan had so many wives to carry on his name. She gulped, listening in a bit harder. 

"I...I don't know if I want this." 

"We'll take care of you." The second wife soothed. 

Sherry scoffed, "Yeah, until you die during childbirth." 

The second wife swatted at Sherry to silence her, then turned back to the first, "Don't listen to her." 

Harley was quite surprised that both Sherry and the other wife seemed to take marriage to Negan as a death sentence, while the second accepted it with grace. She was even more surprised that none of the wives seemed to even bother with her presence. 

"He's asks this of all of us. Otherwise, we're worthless." Sherry snarled.