new beginnings

Yellow Paint

(I haven't logged on in two years! Sorry for the cliffhanger, haha. Shady's back.)

Six months.

It has been great these six months. Jordan and the twins have been healthy, the babies both have steady heartbeats. Mike and I are best friends. People respect me. The livestock in the back are doing well. The vegetables haven't died. It's been sunny all the time and never too humid. I have had an easy time with my leadership position. Life is good.

To my surprise, managing a lot of people isn't hard. They go out for supplies when I say to, and they get what I ask for. I've befriended a lot of people, and they aren't scared of me like they were Negan. Only two people have died, the deaths were both caused by walkers, not humans. Everyone seems to be happy.

I woke up next to Jordan in our bed. Her hair was a blonde mess, and it covered her beautiful face. I gently rubbed her belly, which was getting bigger by the month. From the looks of it, she was almost due. I could tell because it looked like when Mom was about to have Judith, except bigger since there were two.

God, I missed Judith.

I thought about her everyday, along with Ron. I felt so guilty having to be away from both of them, even if it wasn't my fault I had to.

Jordan's shirt was over-sized, like every other one we had to get. The Saviors were kind enough to go get baby things, and things for Jordan. We had a huge pile of baby wipes, diapers, clothes, formula, toys, pacifiers, and everything in between. We were lucky enough to find a crib for them. It remained there, in its box. I was trying to find the time to put it together, but I was busy.

The girl who was laying beside me was the same girl I met on that night when the Hilltop people came to Alexandria. She was just as beautiful as she had always been. Her baby bump only made her more gorgeous to me.

"Good morning, baby," I said and kissed her cheek. She shifted and stretched her arms out, then went to her side. I rubbed her lower back.

"Morning, babe," she said, in her sleepy voice. I smiled even though she couldn't see me. I rolled out of bed and got dressed while she laid there. I waited for her to get ready.

"I need a haircut," I told her while I looked in the mirror. It was past my shoulders again.

"I'll find some scissors then," she said and left the bedroom. I pulled a stool up to the mirror and waited for her to come back. All she could find were some regular kitchen scissors, but I didn't care.

"How short?" she asked. I thought about it.

"Maybe half an inch," I said, knowing it was less than last time. She finished in a couple minutes, and it looked good. "Great job, baby."

"I was thinking... I want to cut my hair. It's been forever since I have," she said, out of nowhere. I shot her a confused look. "Really?"

"Yeah... I'll have the babies soon, they like to tug on hair. Plus, it'll be a pain to manage everyday, all it does is get greasy and dirty," she said. It made sense to, but I had never saw her with short hair.

"Go for it, babe. You'll look hot with whatever you decide to do," I smiled. She laughed and sat down on the stool in the mirror. I pulled up a chair.

She examined her long, beautiful hair. "I'm so nervous... It's been years," she hastily said. It took her a minute, then picked up the scissors. I remembered her honey-colored hair covered partially by my hat when she would wear it.

Her hand held the scissors to her shoulders, with hair between them. She took a deep breath and snipped it away. The hair that once went to her lower back was now on the floor. I watched more fall as she squealed with every cut.