Negan's Seamstress.

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Katie's P.O.V.

The warm sun kisses my face as my fingers sew the hole in this shirt. Birds sing sweet melodies, as the wind blows through the trees. Loud giggling of the children can be heard as they chase each other through the soft green grass.

As soon as the lady's found out I was a seamstress, they all jumped for joy. The idea that they could have clothes made for them, has me busy most days  I am here.

I told John I would be willing to teach anyone who wants to learn, and he was thankful for my offer. The last button is fixed, just as Jennifer comes up to me.

" Hey, Katie, I was wondering if I could sign up for that class you were offering. My grandmother recently passed, and now, I need to learn how to sew.

I know a few others that want to know as well. It would be nice to be able to make clothes that actually fit."

Her fingers sweep a loose strand of red hair away, as the breeze picks up.

" Sure, I am happy to help. I am always happy to enable woman to better their lives."

" Thanks, Katie. I know God sent ya to us. I was getting so frustrated with that old sewing machine" she huffed, as she sat down beside me.

"  I would love to see it, I love trying to figure out old and new equipment. Could you take this shirt to Randle? He asked for it a couple of hours ago, and I was still working on it, but its done now." I state simply, as she takes the shirt from my hands.

Randle is Jennifer's crush, and she just won't make a move. So, I keep trying to push her to do so.

" What do I say?" She asks as she rubs her sweaty palms on her thigh.

" That I asked you to take it to him for me. My body feet are swollen, and I am not in the mood to walk all the way across the town."

Jennifers' lip quivers as she sucks in a breath of bravery, and walks away. Her determined steps, kick up dust in my eye, making me squint slightly.

My eyes catch the tall figures of my brothers, helping put clothes on the line. Miss Bell watches carefully, as they pin each item exactly one inch apart. Miss Bell is a sweet older woman, that used to teach special needs children for her small town.

She is so patient with them and makes sure to give them so much praise when they do it right. I am so thankful for her, for all of the members of this community. They all work together for the cooking good and take of those who can't help at all.

My lungs take in the fresh air, as I stand to my feet. I waddle down the steps, then walk to my house. John gave us a simple country house with four bedrooms. The soft white pillars sit on a large porch, underneath our dark green roof.

The smell of fresh bread fills my nose with delight, as I walk into my kitchen. I cut me a piece, then head to my fridge, to make dinner for tonight.

Scanning through the items, I settle on baked chicken, and squash. My hands move quickly, as I prepare for our simple dinner. The oven dings, letting me know it's reached the set temperature.

I shove the chicken in, then cut up my squash, then put in the boiling water.
My back door opens, and soon I hear my brothers come in.

" Take your shoes off!" I yell as they both giggle in amusement.

" We did Katie. We helped put a lot of clothes up!" Gabriel sighs dramatically, as he slumps in exaggerated exhaustion.

" Ya, Katie, we are tired. Is dinner ready yet?" Caleb ass, while rubbing his tummy.

I shake my head trying not to laugh.

" Yes, it will be done soon. You both go wash up, then dinner will be ready."

"Okay!" They both exclaim, then run upstairs.

" Hey, baby, are you and my little girl doing today?" Negan asks huskily.

" I am fine. We both are. I think she is ready to meet her daddy though, she kicks when you're close by." I state as I sit down to rest my aching feet.

A loud knock on my door jolts us both,   Negan rushes to answer, trying to keep me sitting down.

" Is the seamstress here?" A small voice asks, causing Negan to chuckle.

" She is a young lady, come on in."

A small blond girl rushes in, carrying a baby doll. Her tear-soaked cheeks instantly make me want to cry, as she holds up the torn doll.

She timidly walks up to me, as she wipes the tears from her face.

" Can you fix it?" She asks, in between hiccups.

I gently take the doll and examine the stitching below the neck. It's an easy fix, which makes a small smile appear on my face.

" Of course I can. If you wait here, I can go fix her."

" Thank you." She chirps.

I gently sew the neck, careful to double stitch it, so it won't happen again. Once I am done, I hand the doll back, with the head back on.

Her face lights up, as she takes her doll into her arms. Negan can't help but smile, seeing her so happy.

" Thank you. What's your name?"

" Katie and this is my husband Negan," I say, gesturing to the man behind her.

" So, your Negan' s Seamstress?" She asks, with hopeful eyes.

" Yes, I guess I am."

" Well, thank you so much." She rushes to my door, but stops, before its opened.

"  Goodbye, Negan's Seamstress."

I shake my head, as Negan chuckles. I place my hands on my hips, as I glare at him.

" Please tell me why that's funny?"

" Well, in our last community that's what they called you, and now in this one too. It's kind of ironic, that she calls you that. "

I roll my eyes playfully, an I set the table. "Go get cleaned up, then we can eat."

" Yes, Mam, baby. Would you like to join me?" How asks suggestively.

I point to my round stomach and shake my head.

" That's how I got pregnant. So, No, go shower."

" Fine, I will win when the lights go out. "  He huffs, as he goes to do as he is told.

" Good lord that man."