Two lines.

Our little fucker

By the time you woke up, everyone was already tucked in their beds. You saw the clock on your night stand read 1:24am. Feeling your stomach rumble from missing out on dinner, you decided to head to the kitchen to quickly grab something to eat.
It was dark in the kitchen and the only light was the one spilling from the huge refrigerator. You were aware that what you were doing was against the rules, but you were fucking hungry as a pig and no one was around. Besides, being a wife to Negan somehow gave you an immunity.
"Caught you."
You gasped out loud at the deep, husky voice that spoke from behind you. The sandwich in your and slipped and fell to the ground, much to your disappointment. You quickly picked it up and turned around to see Negan leaning against the counter, watching you with a serious gaze.
Frowning, you went over to throw the wasted sandwhich in the bin. "Thanks a lot." you complained and brushed past Negan, only to be held back.
Negan clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes at you, "Don't even fucking think about running away." he warned. "This whole ordeal is starting to fucking piss me off, I must admit." he said and licked his lips. "This shit has got to fucking stop."
You rolled your eyes at him and attempted to walk away, however, Negan's grip on your arms tightened and made it difficult for you to escape.
"Nuh-uh. You ain't leaving unless you tell me why the fuck you've been avoiding me this past week." Negan said and waited for a response.
You shook your head and looked down, "It's nothing."
"Fuck that shit!" Negan yelled, his rough voice echoing throughout the empty kitchen.
Your shoulders jolted in surprise at Negan's sudden behavior and all thanks to the pregnancy hormones, you couldn't help but tear up. Negan's expression immediately softened up when he noticed how frightened you look. Feeling extremely guilty for being the reason for your tears, he let out an exasperated sigh and started rubbing your arms.
"Baby, you gotta tell me what's wrong..." he calmly asked, leaning forward to press his lips against your forehead.
"Seeing you like this is fucking killing me. You know you're special to me, more than the others. You have to fucking tell me what's going on..." Negan said, his voice almost pleading as he kept you close to him.
"You wouldn't want me anymore..." you whispered softly, reaching up to grip the collars of Negan's leather jacket.
Negan frowned and slightly pulled back to catch your gaze, "Why the fuck would you think of that?" he asked curiously.
"Negan...I..." you stammered and looked up at him, your eyes filled with tears.
Negan's brows furrowed onto his forehead as he gazed down at you, feeling utterly lost and confused as to why you were being so emotional lately. His hands continued to caress your shoulders as he waited for your response. When you felt like you were stable enough to admit the truth, you wiped your tears and heavily exhaled.
"I'm pregnant. I'm sorry, Negan." you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
You kept your head down as you basked in the silence that followed after your confession. The grip on the collars of Negan's jacket loosened when he didn't say anything. Afraid to look up at him, you closed your eyes and bit your lip when they started to quiver from the sobs that were threatening to slip out of your mouth.
"What?"
Negan's tone was a mixture of emotions that you couldn't identify. But you were sure that he was baffled. His hands on your arms slipped down and landed on the curves of your waist instead.
"I'm keeping the baby even if you don't want any part of it." you quickly added, believing that Negan wouldn't want you anymore after the revelation.
At your statement, Negan immediately brought a hand up to your cheek, lifting your head up so he could take a good look at you. When your eyes met his, you were surprised to see how genuinely concerned his expression was. It was different. It felt different. Negan was never emotional so seeing him like this was new to you.
"The fuck are you saying?" he asked, voice gruff and somewhat annoyed. "And why the fuck are you saying sorry?"
You shrugged and sniffed, "I thought you'd hate me." you admitted.
"This the reason why you've been avoiding me?" he asked, stroking your cheek with his thumb and wiping off the stains from your tears.
You nodded, "I got so scared that you might get mad at me because you didn't seem to like the idea of having a family of your own. And that you'd stop wanting me because I'd get big and unattractive especially once I give birth and–"
Negan's chuckles interrupted your train of thought. He leaned on his back as he laughed before quickly recovering and pulling you towards his chest, wrapping you in a warm embrace that helped you calm your nerves. He let out a loud sigh before pulling back, "Baby, I did say that having a baby might be tiring but I didn't say that I didn't want to have one now, did I?" he asked.
Blushing from embarrassment, you nodded and looked away. Negan took your chin in between his thumb and index finger so he could turn your head back to him. "Look at me, doll." he said. "Do I look like I'm fucking mad?" he asked.
Seeing the unfamiliar glint in his eyes, you shook your head. "No." you meekly responded.
"You 100% sure about being positive?" Negan asked but it wasn't out of doubt.
He almost seemed excited, his gorgeous lips tugging at the sides as he grinned widely at you. You couldn't believe that this was the same man who ruled the compound, the same man that everybody feared. Looking at him grinning like a child, you couldn't help but feel special that it was only you who actually witnessed a different side of Negan. And you loved it.
Biting your lower lip timidly, you nodded and took Negan's hands in your own. Slowly, you brought them down to your stomach. "I went to Dr. Carson the other day for a check-up. He said that I'm probably around three and half months pregnant." you beamed up at Negan.
Negan's eyes widened when he felt the slight bump against his rough palm. Unable to hold back his excitement, Negan began to caress your stomach with a wide smile. "I can't fucking believe this." he murmured before straightening up.
"Negan?" you lovingly called out his name.
He lifted his eyebrows at you, urging you to continue. His hands remained on your stomach, caressing the slight bump gently. You blushed seeing that Negan couldn't seem to wipe off the smile from his face.
"Do you really want this?" you asked softly, needing reassurance that Negan was more than willing to take responsibility.
"Hell yeah, I do!" he announced, taking your wrist in his hand as he tugged you out of the kitchen.
"Come on, you're sleeping in my room tonight."
Once inside Negan's bedroom, you headed straight to the bed and leaned your back against the headboard as you watched Negan strip down to just his shirt and shorts. When he walked over to you, you noticed that he was holding another shirt– your favorite shirt of him to be exact. Without being told, you pulled your night gown over your head and allowed Negan to put his shirt on you. When the both of you were finally comfortable, Negan joined you on the bed and positioned himself near your stomach.
"Hey there, little fucker. I hope you're fucking comfortable in there." he said, making you roll your eyes from disbelief.
You huffed out and frowned, "Jesus Christ, Negan. Can you be any more foul?" you sarcastically remarked.
He shrugged, "What?" he said and sighed afterwards. "I'm fucking sorry for being an asshole." he suddenly apologized.
Your expression softened up, "You mean when you told me I looked bloated?" you teased and chuckled. "I'm sorry for not telling you immediately." you apologized, reaching for Negan's face so you can rub your palm against his growing stubble.
Negan smiled and pressed a kiss on your palm before moving closer to your tummy, "Still no gender?" he asked.
You shook your head, "Dr. Carson said we won't know until the fourth or fifth month." you stated.
Negan licked his lips happily, "I hope this little fucker's a boy!" he announced. "Got a name in mind, sweetheart?"
You narrowed your eyes for a brief moment as you hummed, "James sounds nice." you suggested, looking over to Negan for approval.
"James sounds fucking perfect. How 'bout for a girl?" he asked.
Pausing for a while, you debated whether it was a good idea to tell Negan the name you wanted to give your baby if she happens to be a girl. Locking gazes with Negan, you heaved out a deep breath.
"Lucy."
The change in Negan's expression gave away his confusion as to why you wanted to name your baby that. It was heartbreaking, to see Negan react in such way. Sadness glassed his eyes for a brief moment before he masked his emotions with a funny, teasing expression.
"What kind of a fucking name is that?" he asked.
"You told me everything, Negan." you explained. "When you got drunk on your birthday. You went to my room and started talking about...your wife."
When Negan revealed his story on that night, you felt extremely sorry for him. You understood why he became the Negan that everybody feared. After finding out about Lucille, you tried to keep it a secret even from Negan. If he wanted someone to find out about it, he would've told you while he was sober. But he was drunk and his emotions got the best of him. You knew he wanted to forget about the entire thing so you remained quiet and respected his privacy.
Since then, you never looked at his baseball bat the same way ever again.
To others, Negan's way of keeping his deceased wife's memory might seem weird. But to you, it appeared to be a sweet gesture and it revealed a part of Negan that you never expected he had.
"She'd like you a whole fucking lot." Negan blurted out, surprising you. "You're really something." he remarked with a sad yet genuine smile before laying down on the bed.
"Come here, baby." he said, guiding you to rest your head on his chest.
You smiled with satisfaction and nuzzled your face onto Negan's neck as you wrapped your arm around his waist. All your worries and fear from raising up your child alone was now gone; with Negan beside you, you knew that your baby was going to grow up safely. The current situation might not be the most ideal environment for your baby, but you were sure that Negan would do his best to become the best father.
Sleep was slowly taking over your entire body but before you could completely drift off to a deep slumber, Negan uttered your name in a way that made your heart skip a beat. You felt him tug you closer to his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulder. Negan slightly pulled back to look down at you, smiling when he noticed how droopy your eyes were as you fought to keep them open.
"What do you think about being my wife?" he asked.
Frowning in confusion, you titled your head as you looked up at him. "But aren't I your–"
"My only wife." Negan interrupted.
Your mouth parted in an attempt to say something but to no avail. Did you even hear Negan correctly? Did he just ask you to be his only wife? Negan sensed your confusion and let out a breathy chuckle before pressing a quick peck on your lips.
"I don't want this little fucker to grow up seeing his dad fucking other women." he explained, moving his hand towards your stomach and caressing it again.
As if on cue, you began to tear up from both happiness and disbelief. You buried your face onto Negan's chest as you cried tears of joy, gripping his shirt as you pulled his body closer to you. Negan laughed with amusement and began stroking your hair, "Aw shit, do I need to get used to your fucking mood swings?" he asked.
"All you've been doing is making me cry!" you complained in a muffled voice as you kept your face pressed onto Negan's chest.
You felt his chest vibrate when he let out yet another chuckle, "Yeah, I could get fucking used to this." he teased and let out a sigh.
"In my fucking defense though, it's this little fucker that's messing up your damn hormones." he said and kissed the top of your head.
"I'm so glad it's you that I fucked into pregnancy."
Finally looking up at Negan, you made a face as you wiped your tears away. "I hope our child doesn't inherit your foul mouth."
"Oh sweetheart, my little fucker's gonna get it for fucking sure!" Negan proudly said.
You chuckled and shook your head before kissing Negan sweetly. You slightly pulled back and kept your nose pressed against his as you smiled.
"Our little fucker."