Broken

Chapter 27

"Okay. Well, you're definitely not pregnant, and everything looks perfectly normal."

"That's great." Eve smiles, leaning back in her chair. "Best news ever."

Negan rests his hand against her shoulder as she leans back a little too far. "Is she okay?" He frowns.

"She's fine," Carson says.

"See, i'm fine." She smiles at Negan.

"The diazepam should wear off soon," Carson assures him. "Would you still like to go ahead with the injection?" He asks Eve.

"Absolutely." She smiles.

"Okay, i'll do that before you leave. You'll have to come back in three months, i'll remind you closer to the time."

"Thanks, doc."

~

Eve rests one elbow on the countertop as Negan pours them coffee, the diazepam making her feel pleasantly mellow.

"Here, drink this." Negan hands her a cup. "Might perk you up a bit."

She places the cup down. "I wish i could feel like this all the time."

"Yeah. If this were before, i'm pretty sure they'd stick you on something like that."

"I can see why." She smiles. Sarah stretches out her hand, grabbing Negan's arm and pulling him close. Her hands settle on his waist as she kisses him softly, brushing her nose against his. She trails her fingers up his torso before resting them against his chest, his skin breaking out in gooseflesh.

"Eve, i.." Negan whispers, losing his train of thought as she drags her lips over his jawline. She sucks at the nape of his neck, Negan letting out a low groan. He'd never allowed anyone to mark him, but damn it felt good. Her lips hot against his skin, her tongue flicking over the hickey she'd just left sending a shiver straight to his crotch.

"Hmm," she moans against his neck.

Negan tugs lightly at her hair, almost whimpering at the loss of contact. He looks deep into her eyes, wanting so much to have her right here on the countertop. "Eve, we can't, sweetheart."

"Why not? Don't you want to?"

"Of course i fucking want to. But, you're all fucking high and shit, it just doesn't feel right."

"Feels right to me." She smiles, lowering her hand to his crotch and palming his erection. "Definitely feels right."

Negan stifles a groan, lifting her hand and taking it in his. "Come on, Eve. You know there's no way i'm gonna do anything whilst you're not yourself, as much as i really fucking want to."

Eve smiles, entwining her fingers with his. "Sorry."

"Don't be." Negan kisses her forehead. He sits down beside her, sipping at his coffee. "So, how do you feel? About everything Carson said?"

"Well, right now, i really don't care." Eve giggles. "I'm pretty sure once the diazepam's worn off, i'll feel relieved, amongst a whole bunch of other shit i'd rather not feel."

"Like what?"

"Anxious, afraid.. shit like that."

"You know if i could take all that away for you, i would."

"I know." She smiles, placing her hand over his. "That's part of why i love you. But, it's not the feelings that i'd rather not get back, it's that stupid fucking inner voice. She's a real fucking asshole."

"So i've heard." Negan smiles.

"It's just, it's hard not to listen to her, because she's kept me safe. All those years after what they did to me, she's all i've had, you know?"