Two lines.

Those two, red lines were enough to send you into an emotional outburst for the first time ever. Having a baby was something you've always dreamt about, hell, raising a family of your own had always been on your mind. But that was all in the past when the world was perfect with no dead people walking around. Bringing a baby into this kind of world wasn't your dream come true nor was it even a nightmare. It was your present, your reality, and it scared you because there was no running away from the truth.
If there was someone who could run away from it, it'd probably be Negan.
Why would he want to keep you around now that you were carrying his baby? You might have been his favorite wife, being young and adventurous, but could favoritism be enough for him to keep you around? He's never talked to you about wanting to try for a baby, you couldn't even remember an instance where he actually mentioned about one. You knew it was wrong to assume that he wouldn't want you anymore should he find out, but you simply couldn't help it.
Negan's a leader and he has a large community to protect. Having the added responsibility of being a father would only cause him trouble.
"Hey, are you done? You've been in there for half an hour already!" Amber's voice and continuous knocks on the bathroom door snapped you out of your brief panic.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you gave one last glance at the pregnancy test before stuffing it inside the pocket of your shorts. You sniffed and washed away your tears, hoping that your face wasn't red enough to give away the fact that you've been crying. When you got out of the bathroom, you noticed how all of the other wives were staring at you strangely.
"What?" you snapped and brushed past each of them when none of them decided to speak up.
You were about to head to your room when Sherry blocked your way. Being Negan's favorite wife may have brought you a lot of benefits, but it also came with the consequence of gaining hate from the others. Thank God for Sherry because she was the only one who treated you nicely. She let out a sigh and motioned her head towards your pocket.
"What's in there?" she asked softly, crossing her arms over her chest.
You shook your head and tried to side-step her in an attempt to escape the conversation. "It's nothing." you mumbled.
Sherry gently took your arm in her hand and pulled you towards the couch and sat you down. "You've been acting strange lately, don't think I haven't noticed. I saw you the other morning hunched over the toilet. You haven't been eating well and you've always been complaining about feeling lightheaded." she explained.
"Don't tell, Negan. Please." you pleaded softly, immediately giving away the truth that you were indeed, pregnant.
Sherry frowned in confusion, "You have to tell him, honey. That's something you can't hide! Whether or not you want to keep it, Negan will still find out. You know him." she said.
You shook your head, "I'm not going to...I'm keeping it- him or her. I just...how will Negan react to this? He wouldn't want a baby around, not when he's handling a lot of shit. He probably wouldn't want me around either, I mean...the only reason why he has wives is for the sake of pleasure! I couldn't offer him that anymore, not when there's a baby on the way!" you whispered, your voice breaking from the countless possibilities playing in your head.
Sherry grabbed both your shoulders and tried to relax you, "Hey, calm down. We don't know that yet. The only way to find out is to tell him and then we'll figure things out from then on." she said and rubbed your arms.
You hesitantly nodded and took in a deep breath to compose yourself, "For now please don't tell him." you begged.
Sherry gave you a look of uncertainty that you almost thought that she'd betray you and run off to tell Negan. However, she let out a sigh of defeat and nodded. "If you need anything, know that I'm always here." she sweetly added.
Smiling genuinely at her, you thanked her and retreated to your bedroom to rest.
-
You slowly opened your eyes when you felt your bed dip. It was only then that you realized that you fell asleep. Turning around, you were met with Negan's presence as he sat on your bed with a mischievous grin.
"Hey, baby." he greeted and you melted instantly at the sight of his deep dimples.
He was clean-shaven this time and as much as you missed his scruff, you still couldn't deny the fact that the man looked just as good even without the salt and pepper dusting around his mouth. You rubbed the sleep off from your eyes and forced a small smile, "Hey..." you croaked out. "What're you doing here?" you curiously asked.
Negan gave you a confused look and snorted, "What? Can't a man visit his favorite wifey?" he answered playfully, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
Out of all the other wives, Negan was sweetest to you. Sometimes, you wondered whether it meant something more, if you were something more to him. It made you hopeful, the way Negan's been treating you ever since, maybe he'd want to have a family with you. Sitting up, you carefully placed a hand on your stomach and debated with yourself if now was the right time to tell Negan.
"Can I ask you something, Negan?" you blurted out all of a sudden.
Negan gave you a curious look before reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. His gesture made you feel all flustered to the point that you almost lost track of your thoughts. Clearing your throat, you heaved out a deep breath.
"What do you think about having a family?" you asked, keeping your gaze on your stomach.
Negan snickered, "You mean like a fucking baby?" he asked.
You timidly nodded and bit your lip, anticipating what Negan was about to say. Negan kept quiet for a few seconds before running a hand over his mouth. He shrugged, "That shit seems to be pretty fucking tiring to be honest."
Negan's response dragged your mood down just like that. Maybe he wasn't really ready for something like that.
"Why'd you ask?" Negan asked curiously, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
You shook your head, "No reason." you said softly replied and laid back down on the bed, turning away from Negan and laying down on your side.
"I'm tired, Negan." you quickly said.
"The fuck, you just woke up. Thought we'd have a nice quickie before I get back to work." he said and starting rubbing the side of you thigh teasingly.
You but you lip in irritation and pushed Negan's hand away, "Not now, Negan. I'm not feeling well."
Negan groaned and stood up, "Jesus Christ, are you on your fucking period?" he huffed out.
His comment struck a nerve; you immediately sat up on the bed and threw a pillow towards him. "You asshole!"
Negan chuckled and shrugged, "What? You suddenly got all so fucking pissy and shit. Besides, you look kinda bloated. Thought it's that time of the fucking month. Can you blame me?"
You gasped in anger and jumped out of bed. You walked towards Negan and shoved his chest angrily, "fuck you! Get the fuck out!" you screamed and pushed him towards the door.
Negan realized his mistake and took your arms in his hands, "Oh shit. Baby, I'm fucking sorry. I didn't mean-holy shit, are you crying?" he asked, taken back at your emotional reaction.
WIth the back of your hand, you hastily wiped the tears that rolled down on your cheeks and gave Negan's chest another shove. "What do you think?!" you retorted and pushed him again until the both of you reached the doorway to your room.
Although Negan did seem to be genuinely sorry, you couldn't hide the hurt and anger that was boiling deep within you. You knew it was probably the hormones that made you extra sensitive, but was there really something you could do about it? Negan tried to comfort you and reached out to grab your shoulders.
"Baby, please. I'm fucking sorry, that was really shitty of me! Let me make it up to you! Jesus Christ..." Negan panicked because well, he didn't know how to handle an emotional wife.
"Get. Out." you seethed and sniffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you waited for Negan to leave.
Knowing that it was best to leave you alone, Negan heaved out a defeated sigh and shook his head as he stepped out of the room. Once out of sight, you groaned and threw yourself back on your bed. Burying your face onto a pillow, you muffled your frustrated scream and cries. Laying on your back, you sniffed and started rubbing your tummy.
"Look at what you're doing to me..." you mumbled with a slight chuckle before frowning a bit, remembering Negan's negative remark about having his own family.
"I'll take care of you, I promise that. With or without Negan."
-
It wasn't a particularly good day and you've been having terrible mood swings from all the nausea you've been experiencing. Ever since you woke up, you haven't been feeling good and all you wanted to do was rest and sleep the day away. It's been almost a week since you last saw Negan and you hated to admit it but you were starting to miss him. You've been avoiding him pretty well these past few days- excusing yourself whenever he'd drop by the wives' lounge or pretending to be asleep when he'd pay your room a special visit. You could say that you were doing a pretty good job at avoiding him, but hiding the situation was starting to get a little difficult. Everyone's been noticing the change in your weight and well, in your behavior in general. You were often moody and emotional, the complete opposite of your usual self.
Sherry's been bugging you about telling the truth to Negan, but you were still doubtful. You weren't sure whether you were actually prepared to hear it directly from Negan. What if he decided to drop you? Would he strip you off of your wife benefits and make you work for points again? What if he accused you of cheating?
Gaining a terrible headache from all the overthinking, you retreated to your bedroom and hoped to sleep everything away.