The sky outside had already grown dark by the time Negan and Blake had arrived back at the Sanctuary with their dusty truck piled high with their haul of furnishings fit for any newborn baby.
And as Negan barked orders to his obedient lienatants to 'get this shit unloaded and set up upstairs', Blake had already made her way inside and gone to collect Mia.
Although she had been excited about leaving the Sanctuary for a while, it had indeed stated her appetite and reminded her just how lucky she was to have this place, The Sanctuary, a safe-haven away from the mad and upturned world outside.
Perhaps she had been yearning for a freedom that was never even there and Blake knew now that being here, really was the best thing for her unborn child.
Something that she wanted to protect at all costs.
Silly little runs out just for the hell of it were not worth risking all that for now.
Negan had been right to want to protect her and she had been an idiot to push back like she did. But that was just what Blake was like, and she knew she probably wouldn't be where she was today if she wasn't up for challenging Negan every once in awhile.
For that was just what a queen was supposed to do, wasn't it?
She smiled now, as she sat on one of the large scrubbed wooden benches down in the bustling dining hall, watching Mia enjoying her evening meal of steamed carrots, peas and mashed potato, all fresh from the garden.
"Are you enjoying that, Sweetie?" she asked the mousy-haired toddler, running a hand through her soft, tufty locks.
The little girl peered up at Blake, brandishing a limp-looking carrot between her pudgy fingers.
"I eated all my karits!" she said proudly through a mouthful of food.
And Blake could only give a gentle laugh, her hand moving to stoke the baby-girl's warm back lovingly.
"I can see that," she purred.
Fuck, she loved her, and all that love, only seemed to be blossoming, as the days and weeks went on.
Just a few short week ago, Blake had been so certain that Mia had been lost for good, that her heart had seemed to ache every day.
But right now, it was like a warmth and a happiness was enveloping her.
For if this was her fairytale, and she could die happy tomorrow knowing that, even just for a little while, things had been perfect.
She thought back to months long past, when she had thought her life would have been with David....taking his fury and his wrath, covering up bruises, telling herself that it wasn't his fault...
And Blake had accepted that life was what she deserved...for it was all that she had had back then.
But now, it was crazy to see how far she had come...she had grown, and held her head above water to save herself from drowning.
And here she was, loved, not only by Negan and Mia, but by the people all around her.....the Saviours.
The people she had once feared in name and reputation, who had become her family.
She was their leader these days, just as much as Negan was, but she didn't need a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire to prove this....
Blake was kind and caring, and had stood up for those who couldn't stand up for themselves. And most importantly she had stood up to Negan when he had needed reigning in.
And as the wives and the workers told her, in anything but hushed whispers these day, she made this place better.
Everyone was smiling, and happy.
And most importantly, they had been saved.
With Blake finally doing what Negan hadn't managed to do.....and saving these people...
....without her even realising she had done so.
It didn't take long for Mia to finish her dinner, with Blake tidying up after her as much as possible, tracking down stray peas that had rolled halfway down the long table, to save the poor cleaners having to do so later.
"You ready for bed, baby?" asked Blake, watching out of the corner of her eye, as Mia gave a huge yawn, her mouth forming into a perfect o-shape.
Mia nodded, as Blake got to her feet, picking the little girl up and easing her onto her hip.
"I scheelpy," said Mia, yawning again as Blake gave a gentle smile.
"Well, me and Negan have got a surprise for you before you go to bed," she said as they left the busy room, heading into one of the dark and gloomy hallways, going in the direction of the third floor.
Mia turned her head around, placing a sticky hand to Blake's shoulder, her fingers curling into her long caramel hair.
"A shpwise?" she asked curiously, as Blake merely smiled, remaining silent as they walked up the large metal staircase, until they reached their quiet floor.
The hallway was empty, save for a familiar tell-tale light emanating from beneath Negan and Blake's door at the far end of the corridor.
But Blake passed their room, heading instead to the room next-door and flipping on the light-switch, revealing Mia's new perfectly made-up room.
But the little girl gazed around slightly disinterestedly, before turning back to Blake again.
"I schleepy," she repeated, her little head dropping down onto Blake's shoulder, causing Blake to give a laugh of bemusement.
"Well this is your new room, baby," she said in a sweet voice. "You like it?"
At this, Mia picked her head up and looked around, staying quiet for a very long moment.
Blake paled a little. Oh gosh. What if after all their hard work Mia didn't even like it?
But after what felt like an age, the little toddler finally spoke.
"I laik burds," she said, pointing to the lampshade covered in brightly-coloured birds that hung from the ceiling just above their heads.
The blonde woman smiled gently, carrying Mia over to the teeny bed nestled in the corner of the room and dropping her down.
"I know you do," she uttered in soft tone, pulling back the covers and tucking Mia in.
But the tiny toddler stared around.
"Bwake an' Eggy shtay wif me, yea?" she asked in a worried-sounding voice, which caused Blake to purse her lips.
Mia was used to sharing Blake and Negan's king-sized bed, so there was no doubt it was obviously going to be strange to Mia to sleep alone, probably for the first time in her short life.
"Let's get you tucked in properly and read you a story, huh?" said Blake soothingly, brushing back Mia's brown hair, before settling down onto the small bed beside her, pulling a book from the stack neatly piled beside her bed.
And to her relief, Mia didn't argue, merely snuggling herself close to Blake, as Blake began to read.
It didn't take long, maybe five minutes for Blake to slow her words and lower her voice, peering down to find Mia sound asleep.
She eased herself from the bed and lifted her arm from around Mia's shoulders being careful not to disturb her.
She stood, and stared back to the tiny girl, smiling fondly.
She really was the most perfect little girl and Blake adored her with every fiber of her body.
And so, pressing a hand to her abdomen, she padded quietly across the room, pausing at the lightswitch and throwing Mia one last look.
This was different to the little boy's bedroom back at the house right?
It had to be.
For Mia was here, alive and well, and with an entire factory full of people to look out for her.
This didn't have to have the same fate.
And so, giving one last gentle sigh, Blake switched off the light, stepping out into the hallway and pulling the door shut behind her.
She lingered for a moment, before heading into the next room, to find Negan coming out of the bathroom, doing up his pants zipper.
"Beansprout alseep?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her, but Blake was not listening.
Instead, her eyes were on the white crib sat now in on the far side of the expansive room next to their, now-shared, closet.
Negan swiftly followed her gaze, strolling across the room towards her. "Got Dwight an' Gary to set it up over there until we think of where we want it it permanently. Rest of the shit is in the bathroom." And with that, he cocked a thumb over his shoulder at the open bathroom door behind him.
But Blake didn't answer, feeling tears suddenly well at her eyes as Negan offered her a look.
"Damn hormones again?" he asked.
But Blake shook her head, glancing up at him at her side now.
"No, I'm just happy, "she murmured.
And she was. More so that she had ever been before.
Life was coming together for her, and there was a chance that this was just the start of everything.
Something good.
Something real.
Her hand was still clutched to her stomach warmly.
Blake was only a few weeks gone but it was as though she could feel this little life growing inside her day by day.
She didn't even have a bump yet, but each morning that she studied herself side-on in the mirror she could swear that she had gained a pound or two on her stomach and knew that in no time she would be swollen to the size of a beached whale.
But that didn't frighten her now.
In fact, she was excited at the prospect of what was to come. And seeing the crib here in their room like this, only made things feel more real. And more right.
"And I think it looks perfect there," she commented now, feeling Negan's hand slide down her spine..
He looked to her, before glancing back over to the piece of furniture, smiling.
"Yeah?"
And Blake gave a nod, letting a satisfied sigh leave her lips.
"Yeah," she agreed gently, giving his side a brush with her fingers before sliding away from him and padding over to the large four poster bed behind them, kicking off her shoes and easing herself back onto the soft mattress.
Today had felt like a long day.
And despite the vitamins and supplements that Carson had given her providing her with far more energy than she had had, just a few weeks ago, she still felt tired. So it was good to lie here now, head propped up against the headboard in the blissful quiet of their bedroom, now absent of the snuffling snores of the tiny toddler currently sleeping soundly in the room just next door.
Negan gave a gentle huff of his own, wandering slowly over to join her on the bed, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it down behind him onto the couch.
The mattress creaked beneath his weight as he came to sit down at the foot of the bed, turning to face her, his legs spread wide apart, as he reached down awkwardly to remove his boots one at a time.
Blake smiled warmly, watching him, as her hand drifted over her flat tummy, before she let out a small sigh.
"I'm tired," she mused, her green eyes going to her stomach now as she rubbed there, her long sleeved shirt riding up a little, revealing bare skin beneath.
Negan arched an eyebrow at her, his boots hitting the floor one at a time with a BUMP, BUMP.
"Maybe you were right," she continued now, worrying at her lips. "After what happened earlier today...at the house......maybe I've got to start being more careful."
Negan looked at her, but didn't say anything. And Blake appreciated that right now.
She knew how normally smug he could be, so she was glad that he wasn't taking this moment to gloat.
She gave another sigh, unbuttoning her tight and rather uncomfortable jeans now before relaxing again.
And Negan, his attention caught there for moment, turned himself fully to face her now, shifting up the bed slightly, his head bowed low and his eyes on her stomach.
His tanned hand reached up, drifting over her hips and coming to stop at the small of her waist.
"Your Mama is gonna take fuckin' great care of you," he hummed, dipping his head and pressing a kiss to the space just above the waistband of her pants.
Blake gave a giggle, closing her eyes at the sensation of his stubble tickling her smooth skin, before he pulled away, his fingers skimming over the space where his mouth had just been.
The blonde woman blinked down, her hand threading through his dark hair as the leader of Saviour's remained there, spine arched over her, his dark eyes on the space where her big baby bump would be in just a few short months time.
"An' hell, your Daddy is too," he said smirking now, as his lips found her skin again, his mouth moving over her hip bone, making Blake smile, pressing the back of her free hand to her mouth, stifling a happy laugh. "Gonna make sure you've got everythin' you could fuckin' want."
Blake bit down onto her lip, her hand stilling in his hair, so in love with him right now.
With this man, who six months ago, she had never met, but in such a short space of time had turned her world on its head.
Negan glanced up at her pause, moving up the bed on all fours and coming to hover over her, pinning her in place with his hands either side of her.
"You excited to meet the little shit?" he asked in a teasing voice, grinning down at her now and earning himself a smack across his bare, tattooed arm.
"Hey," she scolded, smirking back. "Our baby is not a little shit."
But Negan gave a scoff, chuckling.
"Not right now," he with a goading grimace. "But give it a couple of years, an' him or her will be drivin' us up the fuckin' wall."
He murmured the last couple of words into her skin as he leaned in, kissing at her neck, sucking at the soft skin there.
Blake purred in response to the sensation, biting down hard onto her lip, shifting her legs against his.
She could feel his dick quickly stiffening beneath his pants, and Blake felt herself getting warm, a want suddenly rising within her.
But Negan pulled abruptly back, eyeing her with a shit-eating smile, letting a humongous sigh escape his bearded lips. "You know I don' know if we should be fuckin', with you in such a-"
He hovered, before shifting away and sitting back on his knees, his hands sliding down and pulling the zipper down on her pants and shimmying them down her slender legs.
"...delicate condition." he finished, tossing her dark jeans onto the floor.
Blake smiled in return, helping him by pulling herself up a little onto her elbows and removing her shirt, followed hastily by her bra.
Negan cocked an eyebrow at her, all the while his fingers unbuckled his belt, his tongue running over his bottom lip.
Blake enjoyed these games of theirs, especially when she knew it was likely to end with her getting what she wanted....
She smirked now, sitting up as her fingers moved to the hem of Negan's tshirt, sliding it up his lean torso until he helped her remove it from him, flinging it to the the floor where it landed near to them with a small whump.
"Really?" Blake replied in a mock-whiny voice, hearing the sound of Negan's pants zipper being dragged down, as he leaned forwards again, pinning her to the bed, her blonde head hitting the pillows behind her.
"I really don't think we should, Peaches," he teased. "I mean it would be kinda weird doin' it with my kid inside there."
Blake would have laughed at this comment had Negan's lips not been keeping her fully occupied at this very moment.
A second later she heard another whump, the sound of Negan's pants hitting the floor.
Their tongues tangled together fighting for hot and wet dominance for a brief moment, making the most delicious noises Blake had ever heard, until the dark-haired Saviour finally sat up again, his eyes tracking down her body coming to rest on the blue lace panties Blake was still wearing.
But from here Blake had her own view she was very much enjoying....
Negan's stiff cock between his legs, smattered in dark hair. The smallest amount of pre-cum twitching from his throbbing tip.
She smiled almost lazily now, as he crooked a finger around her waistband, expertly tugging her panties down her thighs.
Now it was just the two of them alone, naked, and both obviously very, very into one another right at this moment in time.
"Well look. at. you," regarded Negan angling an eye down towards Blake's pussy, as he pressed her thighs apart with a groan. "Just drippin' wet for Negan, huh?"
Blake gave a sultry nod, parting her lips, as his fingers slid down her thigh and he ran his thumb over her soaked slit.
Blake felt her stomach tug at the sensation.
"Well I don' know...," mused the wolf-like man, eyeing her, his thumb repeating the motion, causing Blake to jolt her hips slightly. "Maybe this is all you get.....hmmmm?"
He gave a chuckle, his fingers joining his thumb, getting instantly glazed in her juices. He moved his fingers spreading the wetness around a little.
"...me workin' your damn pussy...makin' you cum for Daddy...." he growled huskily, making Blake let out a barely audible groan of want.
She could feel him now, purposefully avoiding her sensitive clit, and that alone was enough to make her bat her eyelashes up at him, her finger moving up to her lips.
She sucked hard on her digit, closing her eyes and moaning out, causing Negan to let out a muffled groan of his own.
Blake snapped her eyes open to see his hand around his cock, stroking it with a firm grip.
She moaned out.
God, Blake didn't know how much of this she could take, but she didn't have to wait long.
With Negan taking her moan of utter frustration as goading, his thumb moved over her clit, rubbing there with purpose.
She arched her back, tensing immediately at the feeling.
"Fuck..." she whined out, opening her mouth and pressing her eyes closed, hearing Negan let out a groan, as he angled his fingers, easing two of them into her dripping wet cunt.
Blake was close, she could feel the knot in her stomach tensing, her insides clenching around his fingers.
But she suddenly felt a hot breath on her neck, with him caging her now, leaning in towards her, his cock pressing against her thigh, leaving a hot and sticky trail of pre-cum over her skin.
She whined out, so close now, but so desperate for something more than just his hands to get her off, bucking her hips a little to the space where she knew that his member was, so torturously close.
"You want to cum on my fingers and not my dick, Darlin'," he huffed into her ear.
His breathing was shallow, looking like he himself was about to cum, just by the way he was looking at her.
Blake stared up at him, seeing his body over hers, missionary, possessive.
But that smirk was still there, behind a look of utter need.
She sucked in a breath before answering, her eyelashes fluttering closed as he worked her.
Blake shook her head. "Please...." she begged.
But before she could allow herself any release, Negan had dragged his fingers and his thumb suddenly from her, causing to let out a desperate whine, her lustful green eyes snapping open once more.
But Negan didn't linger long. She could hear his ragged breaths now, as his eyes disappeared down between them, his hand, slick with her juices, moving down to reach for his dick.
Blake wanted him so much now and their teasing had heightened every sort of need they constantly felt for each other, tenfold.
"Well...maybe just the fuckin' tip," he groaned, as she felt him fumble,moving his stiff dick to her soaking wet entrance.
Blake moaned out slightly at his words, her hand latching around the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to hers and allowing them to crash into her in a hot, well-needed, open-mouthed kiss.
He too grunted out, bucking his hips slightly, the sensation of his dick hovering right there, being too tempting for either of them.
Negan pulled his lips away from her, staring down into Blake's eyes and letting his mouth drop open, a frown plastering itself between his brows, as his length sat there, positioned just inside her.....waiting.....
He ground his hips a little more, and Blake felt it slide a little further into her.
She panted.
"This is naughty, Daddy," she sighed out, her fingers moving up to his mouth and torturously pulling on his bottom lip.
Negan grunted darkly again.
"Oh does my baby girl not want Daddy's cock inside her?" he groaned, bucking his hips again, his brown eyes on hers. "Fillin' her up..."
And with that, he grunted out harshly, biting down hard onto his lip, before pulling his cock out slightly.
Blake felt droplets of her own sticky cum drip down onto her ass as she gave a needy whine out...
"No...p-pleeeeease...Daddy...." she purred, her hand reaching between the two of them as she found his throbbing dick and positioned it at her entrance once more, unable to take the teasing any longer. "I need you inside me..."
And with one last lingering look from the dark-haired man, Blake felt his hard cock force itself fully inside her, as she let out a gasp at the pleasurable sensation of him filling her up to the hilt.
Fuck it felt good...
It ALWAYS felt good and Blake felt her hands tense around his neck as he pulled back for a second before thrusting up into her again.
The sensation was incredible...both of Negan's palms, flat to the mattress either side of her shoulders as he repeated the motion.
"Fuuuck..." he uttered, catching his breath slightly, that frown still sitting there between his brows.
Blake let her eyes roll closed, feeling Negan's pelvic bone hit her g-spot again and again and again.
She could feel him quickened his pace, thrusting into her hot wet cunt harder and harder, faster and faster.
"Yes....N-Negan," Blake managed to stumble out, arching her back from the mattress at her spine but this only caused Negan's dark eyes to drop to her bare chest, dropping his head down, his lips latching onto her nipple.
Blake mouthed at the air, feeling his teeth scrape across her sensitive flesh, before he pulled his head back up, his forehead now beaded with sweat and his jaw slack.
Blake's fingers moved to his face, her tensed digits running down his stubbly cheeks.
She could feel her walls convulse a little, pulling around his stiffness as he forced himself into her again and again and again.
He gazed at her, his own hand moving to her jawline, his calloused thumb tracing over her jutted out bottom lip, before he pressed his digit it into her mouth.
Blake obendetelity sucked down onto it, giving him what he wanted, as he grunted out a hard "shit..." at the sight.
She could see him now, fighting the obvious urge to cum, as his brow darkened further and he lowered his head to her shoulder.
From here Blake could hear him grunting and cursing under his breath. And although he was trying to hold on, she however, could not, feeling herself coming apart beath him.
She gulped down a choked moan, closing her eyes and riding the sweet sensation that was washing over her.
It was intimate and intense, and it took Blake no more than ten seconds to throw her head back, melting into the feeling of her walls clenching around his twitching cock, crying out to the heavens.
And Negan, with hot breath on her neck, just about manage to groan out another "fuck" as he came too, unloading his hot sticky cum inside her with several small jersks of his hips.
Blake's pussy twitched, as she milked him dry, her thighs trembling as she unclasped them from around his hips.
She threw her head back against the sweat-soaked pillow behind her head, bringing her hand up to her face and catching her breath.
But she smiled after a moment, feeling Negan pressing warm, satisfied kisses to the crook of her shoulder.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he hummed into her skin. "You, are a fuckin' goddess, Darlin'."
And Blake didn't argue, her hand once again travelling up and smoothing down the dark hair at the nape of Negan's neck.
"You're not so bad yourself," she purred, stroking his damp locks as he pulled back from her, grinning widely, pressing his arms taut to the space either side of her head, marvelling at her now.
He was silent for a long moment before he finally spoke, his expression soft and caring.
"You happy, Peaches.." he said as he reached up and stroked her smooth cheek with his long tanned fingers.
But Blake just nodded back, lifting her face off the pillow slightly, to hover her lips to his.
"I am..." she murmured into his mouth as she kissed him gently.
And like this they remained for the long few minutes that followed, with Blake's hand tangled in Negan's hair as they made out like teenagers, the room filled with the sound of delicious, wet kisses.
But once they were done, Blake gave Negan's ass a quick pat, urging him off of her, as he gave a groan, doing as he was told and sliding from her.
Blake smiled, slipping from the sheets, padding into the bathroom, before emerging just a minute of two later just as naked as she had been when she had gone in....her hands fussing with her long caramel hair.
But she had barely made it back to bed, when there came a sudden rattling of the door handle from the the far side of the room.
And the pair of them swung around, just in time to see the door creak slowly open.
Blake gave a gasp, hurrying around the bed behind Negan, and pulling the white sheet over her naked body.
Where as Negan had a completely different reaction, pulling a knife suddenly from the nightstand.
But before either of them could make a move, a sudden, very recognisable, tiny face, appeared around the door.
"Mia?" said Blake, clutching the sheet around her breasts with one hand, the other she used to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, peering over at the teeny toddler, who stood sheepishly by the door, her face a picture of sadness, her eyes red and her cheeks blotchy.
Negan gave a huff, dropping the knife back into the drawer beside the bed out of Mia's reach, and pulling the sheet over himself too, ensuring his member was fully covered from sight.
"Bwakey, I wos on ma own..." she said in a little voice, scuffling her sock-covered foot against the rug, one finger brought up to her chubby pouting lips.
At this Blake softerend completely, tilting her head to the side. She quickly grabbed Negan's abandoned tshirts from the floor, pulling it over her head, before moving back around the bed towards the little girl.
But Mia stared between Negan and Blake curiously.
"Wai Eggy an' Bwake nakey?" she asked, causing Negan to scoff, grinning widely and looking to Blake.
"Is it too fuckin' early to have 'the talk'?" he asked jokingly.
But Blake merely pursed her lips in his direction, shooting him an unimpressed look, before scooping the tiny girl up into her arms.
"Don't you like sleeping in your new room, baby?" asked the blonde, balancing Mia on her hip.
But the toddler, grasping a handful of Blake's caramel hair and bringing it to her mouth sucking on it, shook her head.
"I wan be wif Bwakey a' Eggy," she said in a sweet little tone, causing Blake to smile lovingly down at her.
She adored this teeny girl. And the man lying behind her.
And soon she would have another little him or her to love too. That thought making extremely happy.
Blake walked back over to the bed as Negan shifted over, placing Mia down bedside him, before settling in between the sheets herself once again.
God, her life right now, really was perfection, wasn't it, she thought to herself, as she stared at the pair before her, her hand sliding down and rubbing over her abdomen.
Mia gave an enormous yawn, and the two adults watched as she snuggled down falling asleep between them within seconds.
Negan brushed back the toddler's hair from her face being careful not to wake her before grinning up at Blake once again.
"For the record, Peaches..." he mumbled, gazing at her, his eyes full of warmth and love and everything that no one in this world would ever expect from him besides from Blake herself. "...I'm happy too."
And with that, he reached to his other side, flipping off the warm lamp light before the pair of them settled down, and fell exhaustedly asleep...
....with Blake smiling contentedly as she did so.