This Is How I Disappear (Negan/OFC)

Chapter 15

——— Negan's POV ———

I gave them one fucking rule. One motherfucking rule and they can't follow it. If Amber wanted to get knocked up by some pencil dick, she should've just fuckin' left!

How the fuck is this gonna look? People are gonna think I can't control my own fuckin' wives. If I can't control them, then how the fuck are they gonna trust me to control this place.

Fuck! Amber fucked up so bad.

I slam open the door to the lounge so hard it fuckin' bounces back. Sherry pops up immediately and puts herself between me and Amber. Well, I guess that means that they all fuckin' knew about this shit. Of fucking course.

"Negan-"

"Move out of the way," I say calmly. It's hard, but I keep my shit in check. For now, at least.

"She made a mistake-"

"She's fucking pregnant with another man's goddamn baby! That's a mighty big fuckin' mistake."

Amber is sobbing on the fuckin' couch, the other wives huddled around her. I push past Sherry to stand in front of them. I take a bunch of deep breaths to try to calm myself down. Amber already looks terrified. Despite how fuckin' furious I am, I don't want to give the poor girl a fuckin' heart attack. Since she's all fuckin' pregnant and shit. Fuck.

"Honey." I crouch down to get to her level.

"Negan, I love you-"

"No. We're fuckin' past that. Just tell me what happened." I wait. And wait. But she doesn't say shit. "You know I know, so just fuckin' say it."

"I... I slept with Mark. Once. It was only one time! But- I'm... pregnant. It's his." She begins to cry her little fuckin' heart out.

I stand up and allow the wives to comfort her, raking my fingers through my hair, thinking of what I need to do next. I wait until she catches her breath before I continue.

"He know you're pregnant?"

She shakes her head slightly.

Shit. Well he's gonna get a rude fuckin' awakening tomorrow morning when I tell him he's gonna be a fuckin' daddy. And then I iron his fuckin' face off.

"You'll move out tomorrow-"

"You can't do that, Negan," Sherry interrupts me.

I brush her off and continue. "You need to be out of here in the morning. Take whatever you want that can fit in one duffel bag and move back in with your mom. Or Mark. I don't give a shit." I rub my hand over my beard. "No dresses, though."

"Come on, Negan. Give her another chance," Tonya throws her opinion in.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do? She didn't just cheat on me. She's fuckin' pregnant. I'm not raising a fuckin' baby that's not mine, Tonya. This isn't like fuckin' Dwight and Sherry. I can't just iron Mark's face and be fuckin' done with it."

Is that so fuckin' hard to understand? What the fuck do these women expect to happen?

"You know what, make me the bad guy in this. I don't give two fucks. But you need to realize that this is how it's gonna be. She," I pointed to Amber, "moves out tomorrow. And all of you are gonna be present in the fuckin' furnace room-"

"No!" Amber wails. She apparently just realized what's gonna happen tomorrow.

"Yes, Amber. That's the rules. He gets the iron." I pause. "You can have your old job in the laundry back. And since I made Mark a savior about a month ago -which is good fucking timing for you, I guess- he gets to use his new status to support you, and that baby, and your mom. I don't give a flying fuck if the two of you break the fuck up and never fuckin' see each other again, he's supporting you all for the rest of his fuckin' life."