"No, it's not the first time that Carson had to give me stitches, Babe." Negan shrugged his shoulders lightly as I looked up at him. Negan then mentioned for me to come lay alongside of him.
Moving up into Negan's arms, I carefully wrapped my arms around him, feeling him getting comfortable alongside of me. "When was the first time that you needed Carson's help?"
Negan had gone quite for a few minutes while thinking when the first time Carson had give him stitches. "If I can remember correctly it was the first time I found the Sanctuary after coming from our house."
Looking up at him, I wanted to know more what happened when I was thought dead. "What happened?" I asked as he pointed to a scar on his forearm. "I got shot. That was before I became the King of the Saviors."
King of the Saviors? Did I just hear my husband correctly?
"That's how high you're sitting yourself as King now, Negan." I laughed lightly as he looked like he wanted to smack me. "I knew you were a bit self centered when we were married but I didn't know it was that bad."
"They need someone to simply rule over them. A good deal of them are scum. They need to know they place. So I went from leader and moved myself to King of the Saviors."
My eyes had drifted from Negan's face to look down at the strong hand that held my hip. I didn't notice his wedding band. He must have lost it.
"That's interesting. Where's your wedding band?" I asked him, changing the topic. Looking back up at him, Negan signed slightly as he looked down at me. "It's in my desk."
I rose a tiny black brow up at Negan, wanting to hammer him with questions about why in the hell is his wedding band in his fucking desk?! Instead, I got up from my bed, walking over to his desk, looking over at him.
"Center drawer, Lucille."
Opening the center drawer of his desk, I saw his gold wedding band. Ontop of where his wedding band was our wedding picture.
Thank God, it was in a frame.
Grabbing both his wedding band and our framed wedding picture, I looked over at him.
"You kept our wedding picture with you this entire time?"
Negan nodded. He normally wasn't a man about possessions but I guess our wedding picture meant a lot to him. I sat the wedding photo up alongside of Negan's side of the bed on the darkened nightstand.
Climbing back into bed with him, I grabbed his left hand, slipping the gold wedding band onto his ring finger.
"It feels weird seeing that there again and having you back in my arms." A faded tugged on his lips as I looked up at him.
