Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Twenty Six

The physician moved from his desk again, noting the silence from Harley since she learned the news. He asked for her to stand and strip down to her skiives. 

"Only because you asked nicely." The blonde girl forced a grin onto her lips though she was still stuck on the thought of having a child. 

She dropped her pants to her ankles, then lifted her shirt up to her arms, allowing the doctor to run his fingers across her skin. 

"I'm searching for any scratches or bites."  The physician spoke up, backing away from Harley to scan his eyes over her thighs, "Have you been in contact with any walkers?" 

Harley glanced over her shoulder before shaking her head, "I've been gotten too close to them, no." 

"You can go ahead and get dressed, dear."   The physician grabbed his stethoscope from his pocket as Harley redressed. 

"Let's see if we can hear a little heartbeat." The older man coaxed, rubbing the drum of the stethoscope on his shirt before pressing it to Harley's thin body. 

Harley hid a shiver at the still cold instrument against her stomach, raising a brow to the doctor as he put the ear buds in his ears. He dragged the drum of the stethoscope against her stomach, pressing firmly against her skin every now and again. 

"Anything?" The girl whispered, as if her voice could disturb the process. 

"We've got a little sinus rhythm. It'd take better equipment to hear it better."  The physician pulled the drum away from Harley's stomach and put it to her collarbone, "Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of equipment.

"That's a bit up north."  

Harley hid her chewing on her bottom lip, "So how much time do I got, doc?" 

"I'd say, roughly, you're about six or seven weeks along."

She scoffed lowly, her lips barely twitching into a timid smile. 

"Congratulations, Harley." The physician pat her arm before returning to his desk, "I'll allow you to tell Negan the news yourself." 

Harley attempted to retrace her steps back the way she came, trying to find the same staircase that she and Negan had used to find the physician. 

"Negan?" She questioned down a long staircase before tiptoeing down it, her hand bracing the wall. 

Suddenly, she felt overtly careful, now more cautious about her head than she was before. 

"Puddin'?" Harley called out as she continued down the stairs, until she reached the floor. 

Coming around the corner, Negan held his arms out with a grin, "There's my pretty little peach!" 

The girl jumped slightly before smiling up at her towering husband, "Hi, puddin'." 

"How was the doctor, you pass with flyin' colors?" 

"Even better." Harley smirked, "I've got something to tell you." 

Negan nodded, "Okay, in a minute, huh? I've got a little surprise for you."        He curled his arm around Harley's small shoulders then led her down the hallway. 

"You don't love that shitty ole' RV, do ya?" He asked, looking down at his girl as her eyes sparkled. 

"A little bit." 

"But ya can't want to stay there all this time. My queen deserves a nice place in her palace." Negan offered, which caused Harley to giggle. 

"What's this about?" 

Negan grinned devilishly, "You'll see."     He slowed down as they approached a closed door at the end of the hall. 

"Now, none of my other wives have the luxuries you have," he began, resting his lips against Harleys hair, "They don't get any special treatment, I know.

Negan slowly opened the door to a room with a double wide bed, "Maybe this'll be more comfortable than that cardboard slab."

Harley smiled up at her fiance, holding back a trill as she took hold of Negan's shirt, "Negan..."

The man quickly pulled away from Harley to pace around the room, "Now, I know it ain't much, Peach, but I can only do so much."

"Negan..." Harley tried to but in as she took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"No, I know, but after we caught those fuckers last night, I figured that we could stay on top of our Saviors within the compound." He continued to pace and Harley's eyes followed him with patience.

"Negan, puddin', I have to tell you something."

"In a second, Harl." Negan added before he continued to pace and schpeel on and on.

"Negan." Harley grabbed hold of her fiance's hand and tugged for his attention, "Now."

The man raised his brows, "Okay, Peach." He lowered himself onto the bed, beside Harley as she squeezed her hands around Negan's.

"Negan, I-I'm..."

Dwight interrupted with a swift knock on the doorway.

"What the fuck do you want?" Negan hissed over Harley's head to his man.

"Daryl's up." 

Negan narrowed his eyes at his man, jutting his jaw forward before he looked down to Harley. "You wanna go see yer pet?"

Harley shook her head, stamping a foot down, "Not right now. Negan, this is important."

Negan nodded, "You're right, Peach." He turned to Dwight again, "Take care of him for now."

Harley sighed, glancing from the corner of her eye to Dwight, only to see him scurry away.

"Negan," Harley began again. A lump in her throat threatened her speech, why was it so hard to say? "Puddin..."

"Pumpkin, you okay? You look a little green around the gills." Negan reached to swipe a hair behind Harley's ear.

"I-I'm fine." She lied.   

Now that Negan brought it up, all Harley could think about was the sickening knot in the pit of her stomach.

She scrambled to her feet then out of the room, in search of a restroom before she blew up in the hallway. Keeled over, Harley held back her own hair as she leaned against a wall, upchucking. Negan watched from the doorway of their room before sighing heavily and going to his fiancee's aid.

"Harley." He soothed, putting his hands on his girl's arms and pulling her up gently.

The blonde stifled a few gags before swiping her hand across her mouth. "I'm pregnant."

"What?" Negan's eyes widened as he picked up his girl.

"Surprise." Harley smiled weakly, only to groan and cover her mouth, feeling the need to vomit again.