Some mornings, I heard the bedroom door slowing open and it slowing being close. That’s what Danny always did when he didn’t come home til the next morning. Like always, I’ll pretend I was asleep and he’ll crawl into bed. He would start kissing me and we would end up having sex.
It was like that even when he came home late. Wake up, pretend everything was okay, have sex and trying not to cry as I go back to sleep. I always did that, but not this time. Because this time was the first anniversary he miss, our four years of marriage.
“Your late.” I said in I heard the door open. “You miss our anniversary dinner.” He let out a heavy sigh. “I tried calling but I just got your voicemail. Where have you been?”
He closed the door and sigh again. “I was out.” Danny said, walking over to the bed. “I was drinking with the boys. I had too many drinks so I stayed at Mike’s house. I know how you are with drinking and driving. As for my phone, it died on me and I didn’t have my charger on me.”
“So you didn’t bother using Mike’s phone or anyone else’s to let me know what was going on?” I said. Danny let out another side as he crawled into bed behind me. “It’s the least you could have done.”
“Your right, I should have called you.” Danny said, leaning down and kissing my neck. “I’ll make sure if something like that happens again, I’ll call you.” He started running his hand up and down my body. “How about..” He started grinding against me. “Some make up sex babe?”
I pushed him away from me and scoot closer to the edge of the bed. He pulled his hand back and I could feel him just staring at me. That was the first time I ever rejected him, the first of many to come.
He let out a heavy sigh and got up. He left the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. After that, I started hating waking up in the morning to him. Because, he never fell asleep with me, he just showed up when he felt like it.
Then he wanted sex after that and I hated it. Make up sex, more like pity sex. When I kept rejecting him, he was getting madder and madder about it. It was the point I had sex with him so he’ll calm down and stop throwing a fit.
Sex was a job, a job I hated to do. All because it felt so empty and meaningless. Meaningless sex, something that I never thought would happened when your married. Meaningless sex, something I never have to worried with him, with Negan.
I felt hands running up and down my legs, caressing them. I felt lips kissing my neck as he moved in and out of slowing, gently. I started to moan as a pair of strong hands held me close. He started kissing my lips, making me slowing opened my eyes. I pulled back, looking at him, seeing that smile of his.
“Good fucken morning doll.” Negan said, as he started kissing my neck.
“Babe.” I said, getting lost in his touch. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you fucken wake up call.” Negan said, rolling on top of me.
“Why?” I said, placing my hands on his shoulders.
“Cause I have a beautiful fucken naked girl in my bed. That I happen to love.” Negan said, smiling at me. “Now shut up and let me fucken make love to you.”
We laugh as we started rolling under the sheets, making love. I just absolutely love waking up to Negan. Rather it was in the middle of the night or in the morning, I just love waking up to him. I love waking up and seeing him, seeing the man I love. Seeing the man, that who loved me too.
We kept making love, til our alarm went off. A course, that didn’t stop Negan.
“Negan come on. Babe stop.” I said, laughing as Negan kept kissing my face and neck. “Come on, we need to get ready.” I grabbed his face so he could look at me. He just had his shit eating grin on his face. “No more hankie pankie babe. We need to head to the courthouse, so we can talk to the lawyer.”
“The courthouse doesn’t fucken open till 830 and it’s only…” Negan said, moving the sheets off of us “7. So we have plenty of fucken time for some more hankie pankie doll.”
He did a playful growl as he started kissing me again. “Negan.” I said, taking a old of his face again. “We need to shower, get dress, and get breakfast.” He let out a sigh as rolled his eyes. “Plus I don’t want to be limping while I walk cause of you.”
“But I fucken like it when I make you limp.” Negan said, as he pitch my ass.
“Hey.” I said, pointing at him as he gave me a pouting face. “No more touching. We need to get ready.” I give him a quick kiss. “Come on. You can touch later.”
“I fucken guess” Negan said, in a teasing as he smile “Go hop in the fucken shower and I’ll start breakfast.”
“Alright.” I said, getting up and out of bed. Negan let out a whistle and I turn back around, shaking my head at him. “You need to…” We heard a nose coming from the living room. “Are you expecting anyone?”
We heard a guy’s voice calling Negan’s name as they walked down the hallway, towards the bed room.
“Fuck, it’s my baby fucken brother.” Negan said, sitting up in bed. “Eric! Just fucken give me a sec! I need to fucken get dress!” The door started to open. I grabbed the comforter off the floor and wrap myself up. “What the fuck dude?” Negan tuck the sheets around him. “What about of, give me a fucken sec, I need to fucken get dress, didn’t you fucken understand?”
“Shit. My bad bro.” Eric said, putting his hand up for a moment. He turned to me and then back to Negan, smiling. “My bad”
“How the fuck did you get in here anyways?” Negan said and Eric showed him a key. “I told you to fucken use that in case of emergencies. Do you fucken have an emergency?”
“Nah. I want to see if you wanted to get something to eat. But I see now…” Eric said, looking over at me and back to Negan. “You already ate.”
“Oh my god.” I said, covering my mouth, trying not to laugh as I blush.
“That was a good one huh?” Eric said, as he smile at me.
“Dude.” Negan said, throwing a pillow at Eric, to make him look at him. “Get the fuck out already.”
“What?” Eric said putting his hands out. “I’m just having a conversation. Speaking of conversation, did you talking to her and tell her that you love her?”
“Yes. Now fucken go.” Negan said, throwing another pillow at him.
“You know.” Eric said, looking over at me. “He is always talking about you, I mean always. Like he never shuts up about you. Ever since he met you at the lounge, he’s done nothing but talk about you.“ Negan cover his face as he turned red. “Telling us that he never met anyone like you before. How he fell in love with you when you guys first met. That he knew right there and then you were going to be his wi…”
“Eric!” Negan yelled as he throw a pillow at him. “Get the fuck out before I kick your ass man.”
“Alright. Alright.” Eric said, walking to the door. “I’m going. I’m going.” He looked over at me smiling. “Your a ten by the way, from what I can see. A ten.”
“Uhh,..” I said, confuse on what to say, as I hold the comforter tight. “Thanks?”
“You little fucken shit.” Negan said, throwing more pillows at Eric. “Get out.”
“How many pillows do you have?’ Eric said, dodging the pillows. “Why would even so many?” He looked over at me. “Is it for support during…”
“That’s fucken it.” Negan said, getting up with the sheets wrapped around his waist. “I’m beating your fucken ass.”
“Oh shit. I’m dead” Eric said, running out of the room and closing the door behind him. “I’ll start making breakfast. You two have fun. I promise I won’t listen in.”
“Sweet fucken baby Jesus.’” Negan said, sitting back on the bed. “Doll, I am so fucken sorry about that.” He looked over at me. “My fucken baby brother doesn’t fucken know when to turn that shit off.”
“I’m so glad I’m the only child.” I said, smiling about him. “What was he going to say, when you cut him off?”
“What do you fucken mean doll?” Negan said, getting a bit nervous.
“When he said, that he knew right there and then you were going to be his and you cut him off.” I said, looking down at him.
“The fuck if I know.” Negan said, giving me a nervous smile.
“It sounded like he was going to say wife.” I said, smiling at him.
“What?” Negan said, laughing nervously. “No” I cross my arms. “Maybe.” I rise my eyebrow at him. “Shut up.” He laugh as he looked down and then back up at me. “Go take a fucken shower and I’ll help the little shit with breakfast.”
“Alright” I said, shrugging my shoulders. I went over to the bathroom and looked over at him. “I’ll just ask your brother later,when your not around.”
“Fuck my life.” Negan said, falling back on the bed as I close the bedroom door. “Eric! If you fucken talk, I’m fucken kicking your ass!”
During breakfast, Eric was telling stories from their childhood. The ones that made Negan turn red from embarrassment and frustration. Every story Eric told, made Negan looked like a fool in the end. A course Negan would turn around and say what cause him to look like a jackass, which was Eric.
Eric even brought up the time Negan got bite by the neighbors dog. The dog refuse to let go of his left pant leg, no matter what Negan did. When he started to climb over the fence, the dog still refuse to let go. Negan was almost over, when the dog fell down and ripped Negan’s jeans open, including his boxers.
Negan said the only reason that happened was because Eric had went over to the neighbors yard. Eric was set on trying to get a football that went over the fence, instead of waiting til the neighbors got home. He went for the football and the dog went for him.
Eric was too short at the time, to reach the top of the wooden fence and pull himself over. Their older brother refuse to go over and help, so it was up to Negan to save Eric’s ass, again. Negan jumped over the fence and grabbed Eric. As he pushed Eric over the fence, that’s when the dog attack him.
Even though Negan correct Eric about what really happened, it didn’t stop Eric. He kept telling one embarrassing story after another. Negan got to the point he just smack Eric, upside his head.
“Little fucken shit.” Negan said, getting up and heading to the bedroom. “I’m going to hop in the shower and fucken hang myself with the shower cord.”
Soon as the door close, Eric turned to me and started asking me every question in the book. He wanted to know more about me, since a lot of girls in Negan’s past had always did him dirty. So, I told him everything he needed to know.
I told him that I was in the process of leaving my husband, Danny. Which Eric, didn’t even know I was married. I can’t blame Negan for not telling him or anyone that part. It’s not really a good thing to bring up with anyone that your seeing a married woman.
I started telling him about the problems me and Danny were having. That way he had a better understand and didn’t think I was some kind of tramp. As I continue to talk about Danny and how he treated me, the more Eric hated him.
Finally, I got to the main part that made me file for divorce. I told him how Ana called me up and told me she spotted Danny on the camera. That Danny has been going to her strip club for a few months. How he was taking women to dinner and admit he was cheating.
Once I went to Negan’s, one thing lead to another and we got together. Soon as we became official we decided to keep our relationship under wraps. We thought it would be best til after the divorce was done, since we both didn’t know how Danny would react.
For the meantime, I was going to slowing move my belongs out of the house and over to Negan’s. Once everything was moved out, serve Danny the papers. Then when the divorce was final, we were going to stop hiding.
After I was done talking, Eric stayed quite for a few minutes. Too be honest, I think that was the longest he was ever quite for. Negan came out, looking over at me and back to Eric, who was looking at him.
“A married woman Negan?” Eric said, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Really?”
“Yea.” Negan said, leaning against the door frame. “Got a fucken problem with that little shit?”
“Surprisingly no. Her husband is an asshole. But, I got to important questions that I need answering and I need to know them now.” Eric said, looking over at me.
“If it’s to ask if I love your brother and if he loves me, it’s a yes.” I said as Eric’s face got serious.
“No, not that.” Eric said, shaking his head. “I can already til you guys are in love each other. You guys are like a couple of love sick puppies. What I want and need to know is this. One, would your friend Ana let me into her strip club for free? Two, would she let me get a few lap dances for free?”
“Eric.” Negan said, making Eric look at him. “Really?”
“What?” Eric said, looking back over at me. “So is that a yes or no?” Eric got hit in the head with a couch pillow, that Negan throw. “Really?” Hepicked the pillow off the floor and throw it back at him. “Who needs so many sex pillows?”
“That’s fucken it.” Negan said, running over and tackling Eric to the floor. “I’m beating your fucken ass now, you little shit.”
“(y.n). Get your boy. Get your boy.” Eric said, as he cover up.
“Roll around, you’ll be alright. I said, grabbing Negan’s keys. “So, are we going or what?”
“Yeah. Just give me a fucken sec doll.” Negan said, grabbing Eric in a headlock “Say it you fucken little shit. Say who’s my bitch. Say it.”
“Fuck.” Eric, said trying to get out of the headlock, but he couldn’t. “Fine” Eric just laid there. “I’m your bitch. I’m your bitch.”
“That’s fucken right.” Negan said, kissing the top of his head. “I fucken love ya.” He let Eric go and got up, laughing. “Come on doll, let’s fucken go.” We went over to the door. “Lock up after us, little shit.”
“Wait. Wait.” Eric said. We looked over at him as he looked up at us. “Can I at least get a discount on the lap dances?” I grabbed a pillow off a near by chair and throw it at him. “Again with the sex pillows?” We laugh as we walked out and close the door behind us. “I”m hiding all your guys pillows!”
“I like your brother.” I said, as we walked over to the elevator.
“Good.” Negan said, he chuckle a bit. “You can fucken have him.”
“By the way.” I said as we got into the elevator. “Your brother told me you.” He looked down at me as I looked up at him. “You said wife.”
Negan was quite til the elevator doors close. And then all you heard was…
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Negan step back slowing till he couldn’t feel the cold familiar touch of steel. He turn around and saw Carl holding Melinda’s gun. “Really?” He smiled at Carl as he kept the gun on him. “You really got some major fucken balls, don’t you?”
“Language please.” She picked up her daughter and stood by Carl. “Don’t need her first word to the the F bomb.”
“Sorry beautiful, but can’t help it with a fuc…gun pointed at my head. Give me the gun kid.” He held his hand out to Carl. “Don’t make me ask twice.” Carl shook his head. “Now.” Negan’s face became serious as he step closer. “You’re pissing me off.”
“Carl, give him the gun.”
“No.” He shook his head again as he pulled the hammer back on the gun. “I’m going to end this, now.”
“How can I be so fucken stupid?” Negan said, banging his head against the cabin. “What the fuck was I thinking?”
“It could have been worse.” Simon said, leaning against the cabin.
“Could be worse?” Negan said, looking over at him. “It is fucken worse man. I fucken asked Ally to marry and she just fucken looked at me. Fuck” Negan went back to banging his head against the cabin. “She probably thinks I just want to fuck her. Fuck” He kept banging his head. “I’m such a…”
“…Dumbass” Ally said, banging her head on a tree. “What the hell was I thinking?”
“It could be worse.” Jr said, leaning against a tree nearby.
“Could be worse?” Alley said, looking over at him. “It is worse man. He asked me to marry him and I just looked at him. Fuck.” Ally started banging her head against the tree again. “He probably thinks, I think he just asked me just to sleep with me. Oh my god, he probably things I hate him now. Fuck.” She kept banging her head. “I’m such a…”
“…Jackass.” Negan said, pacing back and forth. “I just fucken told her I was tired and going to bed. Fuck, she probably thinks I hate her now.” He stopped pacing and looked over at Simon. “Can you shot me in the head? Like the side of my fucken head. My face is too fucken pretty to get fucken blown off.”
“You’re acting like a teenager right now Negan.” Simon said, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “I’m sure Ally is more grown up about this than you are right now.”
“I bet your fucken mom heard that shit all the time.” Was the reply he got back.
Ben raised his hand in the air to strick.
“Ben! Calm your fucken shit man! Maybe fucking please would fucken help out here.” Negan said, walking up swinging his trusting Lucille around. “So sexy, would you fucken please get down on your mother fucken knees.”
“Mother fucker, I just met your fucken ass and your already fucken want me down on my mother fucken knees. Shit, as least buy a fucken girl a mother fucking drink first.” She said, smiling at him.
Negan kept a straight face and everyone started to look at each other, then back to him. He place Lucille on his shoulder and walked over to the girl.
Everyone seem to get nervous. Negan wasn’t one to ever hit a woman, but they never seen or heard of a woman talking back to him like that. The he did something no one expect.
Negan started busting up laughing. “ Fuck girl. I fucken like you. What’s your fucken name?” Negan said, offering his hand.
“(Y/N). And who the fuck are you?” She said, shaking his hand.
“I’m Negan. Nice to fucken meet you. Usually I fucken bash one of you or your friends fucken heads in and force you to give half your shit. But I think I’m fucken feeling fucken nice today. So fucken join us and join me for a fucken drink, and I’ll fucken spare you guys.” Negan said, with a big grin.
“Negan? O your the mother fucker I heard about with all those fucken chicks. Man should have fucken said something before I shook your mother fucken hand. I might have fucken got something.” She said, winking at him.
Negan laugh again and put his arm around his shoulder. “Men this is a mother fucken woman right here. Not fucken scared of fucken shit and has one hell of a sense of humor. Don’t fucken mess with her or her fucken friends here. You fucken do, I’ll fucken fuck your fucken ass up, with Lucille.” Negan said, with a firm tone and raising Lucille in the air.
“Lucille?” She said, looking at the bat.
“Yes. And she is fucking awesome, (Y/N).” Negan said, swinging Lucille around.
(Y/N) laugh, Negan looked offend but before he could say anything (Y/N) spoke up.
“These fuckers here, said I was fucken crazy to name my wonderful and beautiful weapon of choice.” She said. She pointed at one of Negan’s men. “Hey fucker. Yeah you fucker, I’m pointing at you. Had my fucken shit over.”
He walked over with a large wooden mallet that had cravings of smiling faces and diamonds on it. Then there were craving at the end of it saying, “Your Face Here.”
“This is fucken Harley. Name after my fucken favorite DC COMIC character. And she is fucken awesome.” She said, placing the mallet on her shoulders, smiling at him.
“Did we fucken just become best friends?” Negan said, smiling back at her. “You know (Y/N), this is a start of a fucken beautiful friendship. Come on let me fucken get you that fucken drink.” Wrapping his arm around her again and leading her to his truck.
“It better be some mother fucking whisky and not some pussy ass drink.” She said, about to get in his truck. He spun her around and she looked at him in confusion.
“Fucken marry me woman.” Negan said, getting down one knee.
“Leave all those bitches and I’ll fucken think about it.” She said, smiling down at him.
“Fucken done.” Negan said, turning back to his men. “You guys can have your fucken bitches back. I just fucken found the girl of my mother fucken dreams.”
Negan turned back to her and smile.
(Y/N) laugh and nodded. “Alright fucker, you fucken win.” She looked over at her friends that were getting up. “Nathan. Eric. Sorry we’re no longer fuck buddies.”
Negan looked up at her. “What? A mother fucken girl got fucken needs too, shit.” She said, smiling at him.
Negan busted up laughing, he got back up and picked her up. He carried her in his arms and looked at his men.
“So boys say fucken hi to my new and only fucken wife. And you fucken fuckers, you fucken try to get fucken back at (Y/N), I’ll fucken bash your fucken heads in.” Negan said, laughing when they looked down.
Negan put her in the truck and he got in. “You fuckers, go fuck off while I fucken take my wife on our fucken honeymoon!” Negan yelled, as they drove off.
“What the hell just happened?” Nathan asked out loud.
“The hell if I know.” Ben said, as they all walked off.