#i stil have to make gifts! and clean the upstairs!

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Just Listen Ch 10- Reunited

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Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday

Everybody sing the Stevie Wonder rendtion of “ Happy Birthday” to Amaya. Amaya was soaking up the attention and look towards her parents. Her parents may thought she didn’t notice the little things, she did. She smile not only it was her birthday, but she has her parents still together.

“ Amaya, blow out the candles baby!” Tre shouted to his youngest daughter with some tears coming up seeing his baby turn six years old. As Amaya blew out the candles, Cierra looked up at her husband. 

Tre couldn’t hold the tears in.

Cierra wipe off a tear off his face. As she finish wiping the tear off his face, Tre caught Cierra hand and kept it on his face. He looked at her and smile. Cierra smiled back. 

As the couple was having a silent moment, Jakob was up to no good. As Amaya finish blowing out the candles. Jakob came up with a idea.

A DUMB IDEA TO BE EXACT.

Jakob saw his little sister soak up all the attention. Amaya might be his favorite sister, but she was on his list. Amaya “accidentally” slip up and told Jakob’s girlfriend that constipate. Even though Jakob was, he was shock that his favorite sister was going to do him like that. 

So Jakob, whom was standing right behind Amaya, and standing by Mia finally saw the time was right.

As he seem like slow motion, Jakob slam Amaya face in the cake. It seem like everything stood frozen.

Amaya looked back with this twitch in her eye, and grab a piece of the cake and threw it at Jakob. Jakob yelled out:

“ Food Fight!”

With thirty 5/6 years old, they love themselves some food fight. With Jakob running away from Mia and Amaya, whom was running after him with cake in their hand.

Cierra and Tre finally felt out of their lovely eye gazing when a piece of cake hit Cierra right in her face. When Tre looked around, it was a bunch of kids running around with cake and other food in their hand. Parents were hiding and some was even joining.

Marcus took off his shoe warning kids if he get hit by some cake, then they getting their ass whoop.

Tre turn back to his wife, who was still in shock, and start laughing. As if he didn’t learn that laughing at his wife will get him hurt. She looked on the ground, and saw that some Mac-N-Cheese was on the ground. Cierra went down and pick it up off the grass and chuck it at Tre.

With that, Tre shut his mouth and looked at his wife. Cierra met his eyes and knew it was time for her to run.

“ Cierra, you better run because when I get my hands on you, those lemon cookies are mines!” Tre ran after her getting a plate of mash potatoes.

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As the end of the party came to an end at 5:00, the family was cleaning up the food fight that ruin the whole backyard. As Tre and Cierra was cleaning one section of the yard, the kids gather up on the other side of the yard.

“ If your dumb self didn’t start this, the backyard wouldn’t be ruin!” Mia yelled at Jakob while trying to be quiet as possible. Mia looked at her Apple watch and realize that the caters would be here in a moment.

“ OMG we got to get mommy and daddy upstairs because the cater is going be here at any moment!” Mia rushed into the house to get Angelo and Marcus to get them two upstairs.

Mia came back outside with them following right behind her. She gesture for Amaya and Jakob to get inside to put on their outfits for the surprise. 

On the other side of the backyard, Marcus and Angelo was busy trying the two to go to their respectfully places where Mama T and Lisa to set up their outfits for the surprise.

“ Cierra we need to check on the test.” Angelo whispered in Cierra’s ear. Cierra turn around and ran to her office with Angelo. This test could change things in the Rhode’s household.

As Marcus saw Angelo get Cierra to go, he stated silently to Tre, “ Tre you remeber that phone call you had this morning, I think they left a message on the land line.” Tre looked at Marcus and ran upstairs to his room, which was the room that had a landline, to hear the voicemail. This voice mail could change things in the Rhode’s household.

Both of these things can.

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“ People,move it!” Mia yelled at her family that was setting up the backyard for the surprise dinner. Mia looked over at her siblings which they were bickering with each other.

“ Both of y’all James Brown lookalikes! Y’all better not ruin my plan or else!” Mia shouted  at them and while looking into both of their eyes.

“ Okay, Mrs.Meanie, that is why you actually looked like James Brown yesterday!” Amaya retorted back with a head roll.

“ Now this is why she is  my favorite sister!” Jackob said while looking at Mia, whom was not very interested in the argument.

“ Okay both of y’all get change into your outfit and hurry up.” Mia said while turning around and saw Marcus about putting the wrong floral arrangement on the table. Grandpa Marcus what the heck are you doing!” Mia shouted while quickly running over to him.

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As Cierra walked out of her office with the dress that was laying on her desk.

Cierra saw her husband walking down the stairs in the amazing black suit with his shirt open a little.

“ Now Trevante Rhodes don’t make me take you down on this staircases.” Cierra whispered seductively to her husband as he walking towards her. Trevante smirk and looked at his wife.

“ Now turn around for me Mrs.Rhodes.” Tre smirked as he saw his wife go slowly around. As she was about to turn back to him, Trevante grabbed her towards him. They both start making out with each other and feeling all up on each other. Tre start going down Cierra neck as he heard a voice.

“ Now I am getting tired of seeing y’all getting freaky in this house.” Angelo stated while looking at the couple. They both look quickly at each other only to see Angelo.

Nope.

Standing right beside him was Marcus and Jakob with a disgusting look on there faces. Cierra finally notice that the everybody was dressed up.

“ Why are y’all dress up?” Ciera question to the three of them. The look on their faces told Cierra and Tre that they were hiding something. 

“ Well you know that we like to look good! What’s wrong with that.” Jakob answer while not looking at his mom. Jakob don’t look at his parents when he is lying and they know that.

“ You are lying, did Tre even gift me this dress?” Cierra question the three stooges in front of her.  Tre spoke up: “ No baby I didn’t, but Marcus said that you gift me this outfit.” Tre looked at Marcus, who turn his whole head the other way. 

“ Well I can tell that everybody is hiding something from us and I want to know now.” Cierra stated with much firmness while looking at the three people in front of her. Marcus looked down at his watch reading, 8:00, which this was the time that Mia wanted her parents to go out for the suprise.

“ Well, we are hiding something, it is in the backyard.” Marcus looked at the couple in front them. Cierra and Tre head to the backyard with the three hiding behind them. 

When Cierra and Tre walk out to their backyard, Cierra started to tear up.

With Reunited playing in the backyard, the couple looked in awe at the transformation of their backyard.

The backyard that was full of food was transform to a romantic canopy dinner for two. With the bamboo trees in the background and the candles all over the backyard. Tre looked at his wife, who had tears coming down her eyes, it made him smile. Cierra looked at her husband and ask, “ Did you plan this?” saying with much shock on her face.

“ No we did!” Amaya shhouted behind them. The couple looked back and saw their three kids in their waitress outfits.

“ Well my lady and sir, it is time for you to go eat and I will show you to your table.” Mia stated to her parents with dinner menus in her hand. Walking hand and hand, Cierra and Tre followed the Mia.

When getting to the table, Tre got Cierra’s chair and waited for her to sit before he went to his chair before to do the same. 

“ What would your drinks be sir and ma’am.” Mia said while smiling at her parents and seeing that they loved it. They looked at the print menu that Mia did this morning. 

“ Well for me and my lady I think we will take the red wine.” Tre said while looking at Mia. Mia smiled and turn to walk back in the house.

“ Wow, our kids are amazing.” Cierra  said stil looking around at the backyard and how the kids transform it. 

“ They are truly amazing. Happy anniversary baby girl!” Tre said reached across the table and held Cierra’s hand. Cierra turn back over to looked at her husband. With a smile, she replied “ Happy anniversary baby!” while squeezing his hand.

“ This past couple of months been the hardest thing. Baby I am truly sorry for doing anything that ever hurt you. I was so depress that I forgot that I had my wife that was hurting too.” Tre quietly finishing the statement at the end with tears coming down. Cierra looked at her husband and the tears came down faster.

“ Baby I said things too, and I am sorry for that. I love you so much Trevante Nemour Rhodes. I don’t know what I would do without you. You gave me all my children, my first love, and my best friend baby. I know the lost of the baby really hurt us both,” Cierra stated to her husband taking a pause, “ Well, I have something to tell you. I haven’t been feeling well for the last couple of days and I took a test. 15 to be exact.” Cierra emphasized the last part of her statement.

With a smile, Cierra looked at Tre and announce “ All 15 of them were postive!”

Tre smiled turn into a big cheshire cat smile. He got up out of his seat and ran over to his wife and kiss her. He held on to her face, with their noses touching each other, they were smiling.

“ Well, I hope it is a boy because I can’t deal girls no more dad! Cause these two right here are a enough for me.” Jakob said out loud while his sisters and him was looking at their parents. Cierra and Tre looked at their kids, which the girls was punching him because he ruin the moment. 

Those were their kids alright.

“ Daddy you forgot the gift you suppose to give mommy!” Amaya shouted giving her dad the ringbox.

“ You remeber when I first propose to you and I gave you my grandmother’s ring. With that, I said to you when we get stable enough, I would buy you something else.” Tre said while givng Cierra the ring box.

Cierra open it up, and Tre truly outdid himself.

“ Trevante Rhodes, this thing is huge!” Cierra said bewildered with Tre putting the ring on her finger. 

“ Well your daughters, momma, and Angelo said that was the one.” Tre stated recounting ring shopping this past week. Cierra looked at Tre and smile at him. She then looked a the kids and saw that they wanted to be in the conversation too.

“ My little babies, bring up a chair!” Cierra shouted looking at the kids. Amaya sat down in Tre’s lap, who went back to his seat, while Mia and Jakob got a chair. The family started to talk and laugh like they use to before everything happen. 

They were in their own world.

The other family memebers went outside and realize that the family was having their time together. They put up the food, and went to their respectful rooms. The Rhode’s family went back to being them.

“ I do have an announcement though!” Tre exclaimed with a sleeping Amaya  on his lap.

“ Well, your daddy and husband is about to be the a superhero! I am the next Green Lantern!” Tre stated with much excitement coming from his family. Tre looked at his wife and just smiled.

“ It is time for you kids to go to bed too!” Tre said while getting up with Amaya still knock out. The twins latch onto  the their mom arms while Tre walked Amaya to their room. As he layed down Amaya, he kissed her on the cheek and left her room. 

Tre went inside their master bedroom, looking at his wife that was taking off her makeup with a wipe by her bedside. Tre came beside and look directly at her and smile once again.

“ Baby all of this smiling is getting a little creepy.” Cierra insisted while laughing at her husband. “ Why can’t I look at my beautiful, hot, sexy wife that is looking absolutely stunning that dress.” Tre stated back while taking off his shoes. Cierra just laughed while walking into their joint closet.

“ Tre on serious note though, I am truly proud of us! We got stuck in the movement of us and things happen. We didn’t know how to solve them, but we learn alot!” Cierra said while changing and walking out in her pajamas pants and sports bra.

Cierra got on her side of the bed and got under the covers with Tre walking out of the bathroom. 

“ I know baby! I have learn that I need to take care you like you take care of our family. You learn that I just need  you to be my best friend. However, both us learn that we need to just listen!”  Tre stated coming out of the closet with his sweatpants on.

Cierra wasn’t looking at her husband’s face no more, but something that swinging. Tre looked at his wife and knew what she was looking at. As he got in the bed, Tre said “ I think somebody wants to give The Green Lantern some lemon cookie.” 

As he got in the bed, Cierra jump on top of him. 

“ Well Mr. Green Lantern I think tonight you need to just listen to me!” 

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Well that is the end of Just Listen you guys 😭😭😭! My first baby is grown up😭🥺!!I am so proud that I acutally did it and I finished it! I want to thank @l-auteuse​ for telling me that I could do it and all of y’all reading this! Tre, Cierra, Amaya, Jakob, and Mia is not ending, they just only beginning! My Masterlist will be updated and keep an I for my new series, When Two Worlds Collide. 

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40.

My sleep is none existent, just constantly peeing. Rubbing my stomach groaning out, I can’t even deal with this extra weight and the baby anymore. I am fucking huge, I don’t even see a point in getting off the toilet, I can feel the fucking baby just resting on my pelvis. I can feel him, this extra weight is killing me. I miss when I could sleep, when this giant ass baby wasn’t taking over my whole life. I am still sad for Chris that I can’t have sex with him since he came back, I cannot even deal with that. I am not even a baby elephant anymore, I am a whale now. Chris is awake anyways, he has been awake for a while so I want to see what he is up too “oh my back” stretching my back out “you good?” I gasped seeing Chris in front of me “you could have knocked you know, that is rude” walks in on me like this “you’re in your bra taking a shit?” pulling a face at Chris “no I am not, don’t be so nasty” I am glad he is back with me, he is so supportive no matter the issue he will do it even though I am like no “well I don’t mind if you are? Can’t you reach your ass?” mean mugging Chris “please, stop” putting my hand up “I just want baby Brown out, I wish I could eject this baby out of my body. What kind of liberties is this baby having in my stomach, look how big I am” I whined “oh my god, I can’t even walk” I didn’t think I would be huge “if this baby is all head I am blaming you” Chris chuckled touching my shoulder, shrugging his hand off me “don’t touch me, I am coming out. I need to clean the house, that is what I need to do, I need to change the sheets too. Can I wipe in peace please?” I don’t him to see my struggle “I am the same nigga that checked your pussy for hairs last night!” a small smile played on my face “look, I am just in a weird mood. Just please leave” he is something else.

I do love the clothing that got sent out, maternity dresses are cute as fuck. I feel like wearing a dress even though I am going to clean, I want to wear a dress. This grey pencil dress is cute, I like it. It makes my bump look cuter than it feels, staring at myself in the mirror. Even though my baby is making me feel like a whale I will miss him in my stomach, it’s been so long that I am used to having a bump. Touching my bump while staring in the long mirror “can’t wait to meet you son” I am going to be a wreck when I hold him in my arms, all these years. I have always wanted to have Chris’ baby and I am, I am so close to having our child in my arms. I mean it will never make up for what I did when I was younger but it will fill the void in my heart that was missing, I always felt like I lost something in my life. I am so nervous but happy, scared, annoyed, I am going to be a mess and that is it.

I put some make up on, I want to feel like a sexy pregnant woman today, I even put on red lipstick. Let me see my husband, see what he is doing. Closing the bedroom door behind me, seeing Baby Chris’ bedroom door open. I know that was closed, shuffling my way over to the room. I am so happy that the baby room is not far, imagine having to walk all the way to the other side but if we do have another child, that child will be on the other side shamefully. Poking my head around the door, this room is so damn beautiful. It is fit for a king, my baby king inside of me. Stepping inside further, seeing Chris on the floor of the room near the open planned walk in closet “what are you doing?” I questioned, Chris looked behind him “I am setting Bean’ sneakers up, every Jordan in sets” walking over closer to him “you have double pairs?” I questioned “they came today, I know this is for Mijo. Look, Bean has Jordan’s for days. I was just setting them out babe, it’s May fourth, he might come into the world on my birthday” Chris is so adorable, he got up from his position on the floor “I was just making sure his sneakers are in order, you look so beautiful. Where are you going?” I blushed smiling “thank you, and nowhere. I am going to clean now, don’t get your hopes up because the baby might not come early. I am sad because this is a big date tomorrow and you’re being ever so stubborn and won’t let me do anything for you” Chris pulled a face “ok but it’s been weeks, shouldn’t you be seeing Mel? Why ain’t you going? And babe you are giving me the greatest gift, just don’t” shaking my head rolling my eyes.

“I’ll go when I want too, I still got you something though” turning around to walk off but Chris pulled me back to him “did something happen when I was gone? I am going to see Mijo today and give him the sneakers, he has the baby. You want to come?” sighing out “just words was said, very hurtful words but I will see how I feel” I shrugged, I am not a hard ass bitch because it hurts me, that is my bitch for life “nah, this is weird. You ain’t making a big deal of Mel so what happened, its been weeks Robyn?” sighing out touching Chris’ chest “she just just said some things that hurt me a lot, she wanted to hurt you but said it to me which you’re my husband. I am not repeating the words but they was harsh, I wish nothing but the best for her. Just a shame she didn’t wish the best for me. It will be fine ok? I love you, it’s about us, this moment so let’s ignore that” Chris kissed my lips “you look very beautiful though, can I take a picture?” pulling a face at him smiling “no, I look bad” shaking my head “you ain’t shy, stop it. Come on” he stepped back “let me baby” sighing out smiling I feel all shy “can’t we take a picture together” Chris shook his head “just stand there” he is hyping me up, looking down at the ground smiling “look at me baby, come on! You looking like heaven on earth, my baby carrying my baby” looking up at him laughing “ok I got it” I groaned out “no, my double chin when I laugh Chris!” he walked over to me “and I love you for every flaw” placing my arm around Chris sighing out as he showed me the pictures.

Sighing out, I can’t help but love him so much. He is so ready for this baby, I am kind of sitting back about it because of the pain but he is being wishful in the baby coming now. Rubbing my stomach watching him set his sneakers out, he is loving this “you know what baby” walking over to him “I need you to help me with something that I have not done yet” seeing the baby bag on the floor, slowly leaning down and picking it up “can you pick out a few outfits, make sure you put in baby grows, back up clothing because you never know, diapers, wipes. Anything here, put them in here for me please. Pacifier, please too” Chris took the bag from me “I can do that” god, I don’t want this pregnancy to end, just watching him like this “also, can you pack me a bag, and yourself. We don’t know how long we will be there for, we need to be ready for this” walking off “I will do it” one thing off my list.

I was thinking of packing the Black Pyramid chain but I didn’t, he will be tiny for that or maybe not. According to Robyn and then my mom, she thinks my son is going to be big. I think I will pack his gold name bracelet though, I got this in London. It says Christopher M Brown Jnr, I am so damn excited. Zipping the bag up for my son, he is going to be so bomb. Fixing the Jordon sneaker that I set out, it looked a little out of line. Carrying the bag out of the room, I am sure I have packed enough things, if not then I will always come back. Closing the bedroom door, Robyn is cleaning and singing, but that kind of out of breath singing. She needs to not clean, she is straining herself. Walking into the bedroom “Chris, can you take the sheets downstairs when you go, you done everything?” she looks so pretty dressed up but is doing cleaning in it, she is so weird “I will” placing the bag down, let me do our bag now for when we do go.

Throwing the sheets on the floor in the laundry room, I don’t know what to do with those so I will leave it for Robyn. I think we need a cleaner, Robyn didn’t want a cook or a cleaner. She wants to be a real ass housewife, she’s odd but we need a cleaner I think. Hearing the buzzer go off upstairs, I wonder who is here, if it is my mom again I will act like we are not home. Jogging up the stairs, making my way to the cameras. UPS guy again, pressing the buzzer. This guy must be fed the fuck up coming here “UPS guy again Princess, stop getting excited” she loves when people come, stupid dog. Opening the door and waited for the guy to walk over to me “another delivery for Mr and Mrs Brown, just one box this time” he placed it down, kind of big though “cool, I bet you can’t wait for this baby to come now. You’re constantly here” he chuckled “keeps me in a job, good luck Mr Brown” passing the tablet back to him “thank you bro” seeing Princess run out “hey! Come back in now, with your little ass” picking up the box, her ass won’t go far. Holding the door open with my foot as she ran inside, like I said she don’t go far. Letting the door close “who came?” Robyn asked “not my mom anyways but this box” placing the box down, ripping open the box “how annoying” there is a black box inside this carboard box, picking the box up and turning it around so the black box slipped out “this is from Karl Lagerfeld, I can tell with the Chanel box, he boujee as shit” Robyn said “he really didn’t have too, I know he got Junior some cute outfits” my son about to be boujee as shit too “we have so much to open and look at, but put that in the room full of gifts for me please. I will have to thank him for that” we do have so much shit, we just put it in the spare room.

I am actually happy Robyn came out to see Mijo with me, she is actually leaving the home “you promise I look nice right?” Robyn asked me for the fifth time, parking up outside the grill place Mijo is meeting me at “I did say you do baby, you are so beautiful” turning the car engine off “I will help you out of the car, just wait in the car” she struggles a little, opening the car door and stepping out. Opening Robyn’ side of the door, holding my hand out to her “I can still get out” she is playing because she would then say I don’t help “thank you though” pulling Robyn’ dress down “it’s ok, just going to get the gift bag out from the back seat” letting her hand go and opening the back seat door, grabbing the gift bag. Locking my car door and placing the key in my pocket, holding Robyn’ hand “how come we meeting here? Why not at the place you got him?” Robyn questioned “because it’s closer to where Mel stays, he only has him for a few hours” Robyn let out an oh.

Smiling at Mijo, seeing him with a stroller at the side of him looking like a single dad on his own with no friends “you look sad as hell bro” Mijo jumped looking behind him “my nigga” he got up from the chair “congratulations Barry, another nepew” I said hugging him close “thank you Chris” placing the gift bag down “got the nephew some gear” Mijo looked at Robyn mad awkward “you never hugged a pregnant woman before?” Robyn said, pulling Robyn’ chair back as Mijo hugged Robyn “congratulations Mijo” I am glad she ain’t in that mood of being an ass “y’all didn’t have to get him anything, thank you though” Robyn sat down and now I can sit down “nigga is a gentleman and shit. Push my chair in” Mijo said “I would pull your chair out nigga, don’t test me” I pointed “anyways, why are you sitting down. Show me him? He better not have a stank diaper, you last time gave me Mylen when he was born with a stank diaper” Mijo laughed getting up again “no, he legit. No stank diaper” new born babies are weird, like how the the fuck do you hold them “oh nah, he look fragile. Hold that” I said, Mijo side eyed me “he looks just like you Mijo, oh my god. He reminds me of Mylen when he was born, come here” Robyn is all up for holding such a fragile thing “you will get used to it, you have no choice” Robyn said.

Robyn is looking at him in awe “his name is Milo” Mijo said, my eyes bulged out “you and Mel came out with Milo? She actually let you do that?” Mijo nodded “what can I say, she still weird as shit with me, but he is called Milo” smiling at my nephew “when he can hold is own head up, then I will hold him. He cute though, Robyn is right. He is a mini Mylen, have they seen him?” Mijo nodded “yeah, they alright. I mean we are working through it but they happy to see me again” that is what I want to hear “I think your baby needs feeding Mijo, your baby is sniffing out my milk” looking over at Robyn “give that baby back, the barbadian milk is precious. We don’t share” Mijo busted out laughing “milk is milk nigga” I shrugged “no, this is my milk” Robyn pulled a face at me “can you stop, he is a baby. Mijo is right, milk is milk he don’t know that it’s not his mother’s milk” shaking my head “this milk is straight from Barbados” Miljo is laughing too much, he better sit his ass down with his fragile ass baby “honestly, Chris. Don’t change, you’re just dumb as fuck” Robyn is not impressed at all.

Robyn as barely touched her meal “you doing anything for tomorrow? It’s a big age for you, getting old now” sipping my drink with my eyebrows knitted together, placing my drink down “nothing, I got the biggest blessing here. I don’t want to do anything, Robyn is ready to have the baby soon so going out and shit is a no for now. I just want to chill with my woman, I might see the boys but nothing. I just want to be at home, Vegas is for kids. What do I gain out of it?” I know it’s a big deal and age but what is to come is bigger, I am not risking leaving Robyn alone for anything “that is big of you Chris, I still will come out and see you though. Turn up at your home” Robyn got up from the chair “I need the bathroom” looking at Robyn’ face, she don’t look good. Grabbing her hand “are you ok?” she nodded her head so I let her hand go “the emotions I guess, first time for you Chris. I can’t wait for you to go through it in that room, you will see your wife in a whole new light, trust me” sitting back in the chair “I am scared, no lie. I am putting up a front though, I need to be strong for Robyn. She be having meltdowns, she looks to me for things. Just worries me though, I don’t understand why she don’t speak to Mel anymore, do you know?” Mijo must know, Mijo sighed out “Mel spoke on you, from what Jen said to me in the hospital. She said something about she pity’s you and for everything your child is going to go through because of everything you have done, I got so angry hearing she said that. Now I can only imagine what Robyn feels like when that is y’all child” letting out an oh “no wonder she won’t tell me, that is fucked up. Why would you think of something so mean when I am trying here” I am hurt by that “and you have, just please don’t say anything. Robyn will hate me but let them sort it out, listen bro. You have done so well, don’t let one person knock you down” that is so evil, how can one be so evil when I was always there for her.

That shit is so fucked up “Robyn is coming back, don’t say shit. I don’t want to seem like I am a gossip, you know” nodding my head, watching Robyn sit down “you look a little pale” she don’t look like the happy self she was half hour ago “I feel sick, like I want to be sick” I thought so “y’all go back, I will come up and see you tomorrow. Don’t help being out here” Mijo said “I want to go home, I feel so ill” I guess I better go “ok then, let’s go. Don’t cry, it’s fine” Robyn get’s so emotional over nothing “stay strong Rih, it’s a journey of emotions and pain. You going to be good, it will be worth it” Mijo said, getting up from the chair “thanks Mijo” Robyn sniffled “you want to be sick now?” I am worried about my car now “no, I will be good. I just want to get into bed. My head is hurting” holding Robyn’ hand “I got the bill homie, see you tomorrow” dapping Mijo “you better come down, thanks for getting the bill” walking around the table.

It’s weird how Robyn just deteriorated like that, she looks so tired and weak out of nowhere “we home now babe, don’t worry” stopping outside the gate, the officer came out of his booth with flowers as I typed in the code “sir, these were left for you. I told the driver you was not home and they couldn’t go through” letting out an oh “thank you” taking the flowers from him “here” passing the flowers to Robyn, this is why I am so happy I live in a gated community. Nobody can pop up like that, if nobody is home you can’t even get pass the gates. Driving off slowly “it just says sorry, from Mel” Robyn mumbled, taking in a deep breath. It blows me that she even thought such a vile thing, what an actual bitch.

Tucking Robyn in bed “I will probably ring Mel tomorrow” Robyn mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed “don’t worry about her, just think of you. Do you feel better?” pushing Robyn’ hair back, touching her forehead “babe, you are burning up. This is not good right” Robyn closed her eyes “I will just sleep it off, I can’t have painkillers or anything. I feel cold though” pulling a face “you’re actually hot though, you might be getting ill? Is the baby ok?” Robyn opened her eyes “he is moving, I just want to sleep it off. I will let you know if it gets worse” my hand still on Robyn’ forehead, she is burning. She placed her hand a top of mine “stop worrying, I will tell you. Thank you for taking my makeup off, just go and make sure princess has been fed” moving my hand back “fine, I will come to bed after” Robyn is actually stressing me out now.

Placing the covers over me, who would have thought I would be in bed before twelve. I would usually be awake ready to celebrate my birthday in a club but here I am on baby watch, life as come at me fast. Robyn is asleep and I am here watching over her, I have to be here because she is at the crucial time and she is not well. I honestly would like god to answer my prayers and let the baby arrive on my birthday, I would like that to be my present. Just for Robyn and the baby to be healthy, I am scared for Robyn too. I read on google that women die through this, how would I even function without Robyn. Shit is scary so I am praying but yet scared, I want god to be kind to us and let everything go well. Placing my arm under my head, I don’t want Robyn to do anything for me because I am content, she wanted to do a party in Vegas for me and she would fly but I am fine, why throw a party for people I barely will like. I guess I can do a little get together tomorrow, just lowkey at the home.

“Chris!” Robyn spat, feeling a shake to my body “Chris, wake up!” opening my eyes frowning, looking at Robyn towering over me “my waters broke” looking at her dumbfounded “you dropped water?” I said, Robyn shook her head letting out a sob “my waters broke, I think it’s time but I don’t feel like pushing” propping myself up “I was going to go to the bathroom and my waters broke on the carpet” staring in shock ever so silent “holy shit, it’s actually happening” I am in a daze “I think so, I don’t know what’s happening” pushing my covers off me “ring Sarah, tell her” I remember that, this shit is really happening.

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Regrets (I have none) TAEGI

This is my gift to @ask-camboy-taetae because we both love Taegi and she was kind of my muse for inspiration yeet. Love you kat and hope you liked it!!! Name: Regrets (I have none) Pairing: Taegi (YoongixTaehyung), side jikook cause im jikook trash Rated: M for slight smut (not explicit though) Summary: Yoongi had many regrets, but meeting Taehyung wasn't one of them. Not when he disappeared from his life and much less when he once again got to see him, in a very akward way but all the more special (Tattoo artist! Yoongi x Teacher!Taehyung) Min Yoongi regretted many things in his life. Regretted dropping out of college. Regretted not haven properly spoken to his mother before taking his leave when his father kicked him out because he wanted to be a rapper. Regretted even getting a tattoo with a red rose on his shoulder because of one night he was feeling extra poetic and thought red was a passionate color. He had an extensive list of regrets because he, although a reserved person, tended to make many mistakes or at least it seemed that way. But if there was one thing he didn't, something that as meaningless at it seems that he keeps close to his heart, regret was meeting Kim Taehyung. It might seem stupid to reminiscence the memory of the boy he went to middle school with. It might have even seem meaningless to even think way back to meeting someone from your childhood. He was just a kid back then but Kim Taehyung seemed to have struck a chord within him, left a mark in him because no matter how many years had passed he could never forget him. That boy with red glasses, bright honey eyes, chubby cheeks, and braces who was the first person in his entire life who wanted to be his friend. The boy who was bullied, pushed around, and teased for his appearance and strange habits yet still remained with a bright boxy smile on his face. The one who taught Yoongi what it meant to socialize to feel wanted and appreciated. The same boy who after their freshman year of high school banished without a trace or even a good bye. He had stepped into his life and just when Yoongi had gotten far too attached for his own liking, that boy had gone and Yoongi had experienced for the first time what he later realized was heartbreak. Even then Yoongi did not regret. He's closing the shop late again. He had a last minute client who begged that he tattoo him. Yoongi was weak to pleading, and he got rather easily annoyed when they whined and begged endlessly, and had reluctantly accepted with a sigh as he looked at the design and set up the equipment. He'd heard a snicker somewhere behind him as he began his work from his coworker and his best friend, Namjoon, who had only chuckled with a shake of his head as he cleaned up the rest of the unused equipment. The man was always kind and waited for him to finish up even if a good two to three hours had passed. He had just placed the lock with the chains around the metal gate on the door when he turned to the purple haired male next to him who took a long drag of his cigarette, a gentle smile at his face. He went to offer Yoongi a stick as the male slipped it between his fingers and nodded gratefully, taking his black lighter to light the stick taking soft and light drags. There was a comfortable silence as both leaned against the wall, sighing once in a while. "Its okay if you leave me behind, Joon. We do live upstairs and I’m sure you get bored waiting", Yoongi had broken the silence suddenly as he eyed the male from the corner of his eye. "It's cool, hyung. It doesn't hurt to stay with you. I wouldn't be doing much if I left any earlier", the male shrugged nonchalantly throwing his cigarette on the floor and stepping on it. "but I was gonna ask sooner. We should go out tonight. Jungkook called up saying that Jimin insisted we go out for drinks. Hell he even begged that I convince you. You know how Jungkook is when Jimin's involved. He'd do anything to please him and the shorty insisted we all go." "Jungkook, is stupid and in love, but so is Jimin. Neither can go a minute without being next to each other, but anyways, I guess I'll go. It's been a while", Yoongi mumbles. "Who knows you might get laid. Heard Jimin's bringing one of his cute coworkers along", Namjoon mentioned suggestively. It sounded far too suspicious and Namjoon better not have intended to set him up with someone because his obvious answer would have been to decline any hook ups. The last time he let someone try to hook him up, Jungkook had ended bringing him a hooker and he was not pleased. "Namjoon", the tone was warning, but the purple haired male rose his hands defensively, a nervous chuckle spilling from his lips. "Hyung, I swear It's not an excuse to hook you up with someone. I bothered to mention because it's the first time I've ever heard of any of Jimin's friends", he mentioned as a matter of factly and now that the black haired male thought about it, Namjoon had a point, but he chose not to ponder on the idea. Not like he'd get acquainted with said friend anyways. He took one last drag of his own cigarette before throwing it to the side and motioned for them to head upstairs. He hoped tonight he'd be relieved of his pent up stress ~~xXXx~~ Whoever thought that letting Namjoon feed Yoongi alcohol before going out, was an idiot. Who pre-games before going out for drinks. For DRINKS?!. But the younger male had always had a bad habit of drinking before going out and this time Yoongi didn't protest when the younger insisted they take a few shots. And well that turned into a competition and few minutes later you have two drunk males stumbling their way to the door. It was a surprise that they didn't kill themselves while dragging themselves down the stairs, an especially impressive feat for Namjoon. The male hadn't bothered to mention that they'd have to meet up at this club nearby and that they'd have to walk themselves there. It did help alleviate the heaviness of the alcohol in their system as they were allowed inside the club by the burly bouncer at the entrance. They guided themselves inside as the loud music hit their ears. From the corner of his eye, he managed to spot Jungkook and Jimin devouring each other shamelessly against the bar counter while a male beside them looked extremely awkward. It was to dark to see faces, but anyone could recognize Jimin's ass in leather pants. "Oi, you idiots. You're making him uncomfortable with you grossness", Yoongi scolded them as both males retracted from each other at the speed of light. Jimin looked like he wanted to correct Yoongi's word choice and sentence structure, but a simple glare was enough to keep him focused on being ashamed for his behavior when his friend was present. Stupid teachers and their incessant need to correct others or maybe that was just a thing for Jimin. "Sorry, hyung", Jungkook had murmured but the male didn't seem apologetic at all as a smirk was splayed on his lips. Yoongi was really tempted to slap it off his face, but unfortunately, he had a soft spot for the younger gross love birds. He finally turned to the male next to them and without really saying much, he'd ordered two drinks and was pulling the male to another of the bar's in the club. "Drink up. I'm sure those two scarred you", he motioned stil not looking at the male as he gulped down his drink and slid the other drink towards the male. He had shivered slightly from the strong bitter taste after downing it like water thinking he'd ordered something a little too strong. He finally looked up at his companion and felt his breathe hitch in his throat. The man was beautiful, no, gorgeous. Beautiful eyes decorated with full fluttering lashes some longer at the bottom. Nice tan skin and soft looking brown hair and his clothes were a tight black dress shirt and black leather pants. The male looked quite adorable as he looked terrified of the drink in his hand, so contradicting to the sex appeal he oozed just from what he wore. "Uh, t-thanks for helping m-me. I just...I'm not good with my liquor. I’m already buzzed", he murmured embarrassed by this fact as he took the glass and swished it a bit, licking his lips nervously. Yoongi chuckled as he leaned on the counter with one propped up elbow. "I mean, who cares. You gotta live a little, and what's the point of going out clubbing if you’re not gonna take a few risks”, Yoongi chuckled, his voice slightly slurring as he spoke. The younger male looked at him for a few seconds as a sad smile spread on his lips. “Don't you ever worry about regretting it later?” he asked and Yooni had to pause to compose his thoughts given that the alcohol was working in making him unable to properly think. He licked his lips and shrugged simply. “There’s a lot of things I regret, but you can't live with those regrets your whole life or even the day after because they don't let you move on; they hold you back. It’s better to know you lived and learned”, he explained surprised by his wholesome response despite, almost reaching a point of no return. The laughter and bright smile he was rewarded with was all the more rewarding and made him proud of his response as he found himself captivated by the male next to him. He gulped when he observed the way the male had brushed aside any further hesitance and downed his drink as well. Yoongi couldn’t help but let his gaze wander down to his neck where his adam’s apple bobbed as he drank, couldn't help watching the slight liquid that had spilled slightly over his lip until it trickled in a line down his throat. This man who looked staight out of a magazine, and desire pooled in his lower stomach. The slight innocence from this man was endearing and Yoongi wanted to drink that innocence himself. The brown haired male shook his head violently, sputtering slightly, a goofy smile on his lips. “Oh god! How did you m-make it seem s-so easy…that was strong!” He cooed and Yoongi wondered if the man was such a lightweight to the point that the drink had finished its job and was enough to fully inebriate the handsome man. For the next half hour, Yoongi was content to listening to the young man talk animatedly, amused at how easily alcohol had made the man lower down his guard completely. He liked to stare at his face as his eyes would widen when he talked about something's particularly exciting and how endearing his smile got when it was wide and boxy. He looked so familiar, a sense of deja vu consuming him. He made Yoongi nostalgic and he didn't even understand why. This stranger he knew nothing about was making him feel attached already. Why? He felt a finger poke his forehead as he felt himself flinch. Sweet giggles made him blink as he looked at the male in front of him. “You have this cute pout when you suddenly think”, the brown haired man chuckled, but the black haired male didn't miss that aroused way he’d said it. Didn't miss the fogged lust now in his eyes. Didn't miss when the male was oh so close to him, grasping onto his shirt like a lifeline. And surely didn't miss when Yoongi himself took the initiative himself to crash his lips desperately on the other’s. Their hands were fumbling to find their home on each other. The younger chose to tangle his hands in black locks and the elder’s hands took refuge tightly around the male’s waist, pulling him flush against him. Tongues met, teeth clashed every now and then, slightly clumsy from their drunken state, yet they had never felt more aware; more awake and living than in that moment. The younger had suddenly thrusted his hips a bit, his hardness brushing against Yoongi’s own, a groan escaping them both simultaneously. When they finally separated, Yoongi having released the other after his teeth had dragged on the male’s bottom lip, he took in the other male’s appearance again. He looked so utterly wrecked and just from making out. He was already sweating, lips bitten red and panting harshly, his face having a glowing flush to it. “Let’s get out of here. I live a few streets down”, he’d muttered in the male’s ear, passing a hand swiftly down from the male’s waist to slightly squeeze his ass. A mewl escaped the younger as he nodded vigorously grasping onto the elder’s wrist as he guided them out. “J-Jimin…he doesn't k-know”, the male began to say as they walked down the dimly lit dark streets. Yoongi brushed the comments aside muttering that he’d text him as he sent a quick message to Jimin and one to Namjoon, just in case. No longer had they managed to stumble up the stairs and into the apartment when their hands were on each other. No awkwardness involved as clothes were shed as they fidgeted into Yoongi’s room, avoiding from triping. No hesitation as their hands boldly touched and caressed. Yoongi worshiped the male beneath him marking his beautifully tan skin, its taste addicting, like a drug. The beautiful moans that had spilled from the younger’s lips were like music, music that yoongi wanted to hear more and more off, like a song on replay. Could get used to seeing the male like this and the utter realization that he was already whipped for this man, who he still knew nothing of, had him feeling strange. It was only at the peak of passion that Yoongi realized he didn't have a name from this beautiful man. As he held this gorgeous male who clung to him as though he’d go insane from the pleasure Yoongi was giving him. The elder kissed up his neck, whispering praises before he asked him. “Your name…I need your name”, he’d muttered, not withdrawing the speed of his thrusts. The other male panted and keened, but mumbled incoherently. Yoongi coerced him with gentle kisses, but his thrusts weren't making coherent thoughts possible for the male. “T-Taehyung…K-Kim Taehyung”, he cried clutching tighter around Yoongi, and suddenly Yoongi felt sober. It had to be coincidence right? He slowed down slightly, a whine escaping Taehyung’s lips. He opened his eyes questioningly and saw the intense gaze from the male above him. Yoongi had recognized it then. The smile and those eyes. How had he not seen it before? He had found a renewed energy as he thrusted at a ruthless pace once more, feeling his forgotten emotions from his past rising up again and fluttering in his chest warmly. To know he had his first love in his arms, and pouring all his passion into him. Having him unravel beautiful under his touch and him alone, filled him with pride. At the moment he didn't care for explanations. Could give lees fucks about why he had left in the moment because all that mattered was that he was her now and under him and amazing and so gorgeous. The answers would come later. His kisses had become more fervent and persistent, wanted to mark him more and more. Taehyung keened and begged, nails digging at his back, overwhelmed by everything he was feeling. A feeling he’d never experienced before and the male above him didn't need to know that. “Taetae”, Yoongi had dared to mumble in the male’s ear, a nickname he’d given this same person long ago. He felt Taehyung tighten around him even more as he looked at him eyes wide and shock. A slight feeling of recognition flashing to his eyes, as he panted. “who…ahhh fuck….who are you?” he’d moan, trying to keep himself thinking. “its me…Yoongi…Min Yoongi…your hyung”, he simply responded and Taehyung’s eyes suddenly teared up as he launched his arms around him, sobs escaping his lips. “H-Hyung! Yoongi hyung!”, he began to scream as though in a mantra as though Yoongi would suddenly vanish in thin air if he didn't. It was followed by apologies and so much longing. “Hyung…I’m close. Yoongi hyung…please”, he’d cried and Yoongi was too, but instead of saying anything, he’d simply kissed him passionately, all the loneliness and longing pouring into that one kissed as though it would be the last time. And they were both gone, coming together and tears were spilled, unspoken emotions lingering in the air, and there was no going back ~~xXXx~~ Days had passed since that day, Yoongi had woken up and Taehyung was gone. Not a trace left behind as though a repetition in history. “You look miserable, hyung”, Namjoon had said one particular afternoon while they were working in the shop. Yoongi had drowned himself in customers to tire himself out, making tattoo after tattoo to distract himself. All the while, his thoughts had gone to Taehyung who’d disappeared so suddenly and chose the most awkward of ways to come back to his life. Yoongi had realized that night, that he’d never stopped loving Taehyung. Because it was love, not just a crush like he’d previously thought. He shrugged and made a slight noise in response as Namjoon sighed. “Hyung, is it Jimin’s friend?” he had suddenly asked casually. Yoongi whipped his head at that and Namjoon knew he’d hit right on mark. Yoongi noticed his knowing look and frowned looking away, as he stood up straight from his crouching position to dispose of the black latex gloves he’s been wearing. “Yeah, it was”, he quietly admitted, hearing a slight hum. It was quiet then or at least it seemed like to them even when customers were still piling in. Yoongi walked behind the counter to retrieve a new set of gloves before Namjoon’s voice spoke up. “Go”, he’d said simply making the black haired male looking at him in confusion. “Go to him, hyung. I don't know what happened, but it obviously seems like you guys must of known each other before. So go before you end up regretting it”, he smiled, a warm and encouraging smile. Yoongi licked his lips nervously. “What aboutbthe customers?” he asked almost seeming to find an excuse to avoid this; to try and convince himself he shouldn't. “Hyung”, Namjoon dead panned. “Go. to. him. I’ll worry about the customers and you need to go and find your happiness!” No longer the words had left and Yoongi sprinted out the shop. He hated exercise more than he hated waking up, but there he was running as fast as he could while dialing Jimin.. “Hey hy-” “Where is he?” he interrupted the younger. “who? Hyung you okay?” Jimin muttered at the other end in concern. “Yes I’m fucking fantastic. And I meant Taehyung. Where is Taetae?” he breathed out quickly and almost out of breath. He really was gonna call out a cab or something, but time was money or well whatever it was for him. So he ran faster, pushing agaisnt crowds of people muttering quick apologies. “Oh, Tae’s with his kiddos! He should be teaching in his classroom. 103 A!” Jimin chirped not bothering to question why his hyung needed to see his best friend. Yoongi hung up, reminding himself to apologize to Jimin later as he saw the gates of the elementary school come to view. He felt gross and sweaty as he ran inside, relief invading him as he felt the cool air lf the AC hit him. He walked to the front desk, the secretary giving him a confused look as he struggled to breathe. “I…need to…see…Kim Taehyung”, he almost demanded as the nice desk lady only nodded with an almost knowing smile. Did all women have some sort of psychic intuition or some shit? He took the visitors pass and stuck the sticker on his chest crookedly, more preoccupied with finding the room and feeling stupid to see it's the first door straight ahead. He feels his heart begin to race as he approaches the door carefully, thankful for the small window showing the inside. And just as his eyes fell on the man he was looking for he felt his breath hitch. If he thought Taehyung was beautiful before, he seemed so gorgeous and ethereal when he was just himself. He wore a silk champagne long sleeve, slightly old fashioned, but elegant and classy on his frame, tucked into black pants a pair or cute red glasses perched on his strong nose, wide boxy smile on display as he animatedly talked to his children. Those glasses were the heaviest reminder of their childhood. He could fully see him clear as day and felt a warmth blooming in his chest seeing him soew laughter and giggles from his lips as his kids asked question after question and Yoongi was in love. There was a moment when Taehyung’s expression became neutral as though he felt watched and his eyes wandered to the door before his eyes widened immensely. He looked both ashamed and bashful and quickly averted his gaze, his mannerisms turning nervous and hesitant for the rest of the period. The kids ran out, yelling excited goodbyes of “Mr. Kim” as they ran down the halls, another teacher scolding them for running seconds after. Yoongi stepped inside the classroom as Taehying eyed him wearily, a prominent blush spread prettily across his tan cheeks. “H-Hyung…” he muttered. He looked about ready to cry. “You left that morning. Days ago. I wondered why”, Yoongi said simply as he looked around at the many drawing hanging from a string. Taehyung bit his lip, and the black haired male had caught the sight briefly trying to keep himself from biting that lips himself. The male before him was just adorable. “I just…I didn't think…I didn't think I deserved to be there”, he said suddenly, genuine words and worries. “I hurt you and left without saying anything. I was forced to leave because back then…i had feelings for you”, he confessed, looking away from Yoongi like he’d said something disgusting and felt ashamed. Yoongi’s eyes widened unable to control himself and more as he grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him before pushing him against the whiteboard. He felt his heart constrict painfully seeing those pretty eyes full of tears. “Where you that scared that you left?” Yoongi had asked and Taehyung shook his head slowly in disagreement. “No, I was going to confess…b-but my parents f-found out and t-they said that my feelings were a sin, thats it was unholy. They thought keeping me away and taking me someplace else would change that or ‘cure’ me, but…I…I could never forget you” he managed to say both confident and in shame. “And you don't have to…I’m here…And same as you I’ve always loved you. I need…no, i want you to be with me. Even then, I had feelings for you too”, Yoongi muttered burying his face in taehyung's neck, wanting to stick as close as possible. Taehyung sniffled his hands grasping tightly onto the elder’s shoulders desperately. “Hyung, I don't deserve to be loved by you…I…I”, he began to ramble hopelessly and no longer had Yoongi grasped his face and pressed his lips on the younger’s. A kiss yet again showing that Yoongi had forgiven him and loved him even more than he did before. Taehyung kissed back just as hard, hands pawing at his shoulders till he reached his hair. “Hyung…” “Whatever happened, happened. Remember what I said? That you shouldn't let regrets hold you back?” he muttered softly onto the male’s lips, receiving a soft nod. “Well you shouldn't blame yourself. I still love you. I still want you. More than ever”, “Really? Even after what I did?” “That wasn't your fault…Now say it. Say you’ll be mine, Taetae, and I’ll be yours”, he whispered like a prayer, hopefully, as he interlaced their fingers together. Taehyung’s teary face and wide smile was enough answer as he nodded vigorously. “Yes hyung. I’m all yours and you're mine”, he muttered before he leaned forward to catch Yoongi’s lips sweetly. Yoongi had never felt happier and even when Jimin had come in screaming in delight and to tease him, he couldn't bother to be angry or embarrassed. Not when the man he loved was at his side now and had laughed so beautifully, clutching onto him and hiding his face in his neck, bashful. He was finally and truly complete. It almost seemed ironic how opposite they were. Taehyung the cute, innocent and adorable teacher while Yoongi was that tough looking tattoo artist, an unlikely pair. But they were so content, Yoongi spending his breaks from work to take Taehyung some coffee and, when he was feeling rather sappy and gross, some flowers. It was rewarding to see the huge blush that swept his cheeks when he took the bouquet in his arms a bright and bashful smile ever present. Not that Yoongi was any different when Taehyung would come bouncing into his shop with a huge grin on his days off to bring some lunch for the elder. The way his expression soften as he approached with a bag in his hand and sweetly kiss him. Yoongi felt his face heat up in embarrassment and his stomach fill with butterflies everytime. His customers would coo over them and it was then that younger had realized his actions and become extremely flustered, cutely so. “I love you, hyung! See you later!” The younger would yelled waving dramatically after he went to leave as Yoongi smiled and returned the wave. Oh man, he was so whipped. Truly meeting Taehyung was something he would never regret. ((I hope it wasn't too bad rip ;;)

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The Big Bad Wolf

This is my entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash 3rd Negan Writing Challenge. I chose the Little Red Riding Hood prompt. Let me know what you think! 

Title: The Big Bad Wolf

Pairing: Negan x OFC

Rating: NSFW (Explicit sex, violence, and language.) 

It had been nearly three months since Tallulah had arrived at The Sanctuary, and overall she felt she was acclimating quite well. To be fair, her ‘job’ wasn’t very difficult. It mostly consisted of looking pretty and keeping Negan happy and entertained, but anyone who knew Negan knew that he wasn’t always the easiest man to please. Luckily, there were two other women who shared Tallulah’s responsibilities, so she also had quite a bit of downtime.

At first, upon her arrival and for a few weeks after, she had remained upstairs in the wives’ quarters, keeping to herself and only interacting with those that came up there. Eventually, though, she grew bored and began to wander. She would walk through the compound and see what she could do to make herself useful. She didn’t want to take a job away from anyone that needed the points. Her disabilities limited her, but there was always something to be done. Most of the time she would read or sing with the children in the day care or do something simple yet time-consuming in the kitchen. She even helped out Doctor Carson in the infirmary every so often.

Today she had a very specific task in mind. An old woman that worked in the kitchen, affectionately referred to as ‘Grandma Jo’ by most of The Sanctuary, had gotten sick overnight. Not only did she need medication and a few days off, but the doctor had recommended nebulizer treatments, which required even more medication and the use of electricity or batteries to run the machine. Needless to say, Grandma Jo did not have enough points for it all, and, at her age, leaving an illness untreated could cause permanent damage or even death.

Tallulah knew that not everyone could be saved nowadays, but she was determined to convince Negan to help out Grandma Jo. She put on the little red and white sundress that he seemed to like, packed him some lunch, and headed across the courtyard to find him. There were a few new arrivals today, and while not everyone met with Negan himself, he did like to personally interview any that had Savior potential. Tallulah figured he must be almost done by now. Even if he wasn’t, he would surely be up for a break when he saw how her boobs looked in that dress. If not that, then he would definitely stop to eat the pumpkin pie she had brought. She was pulling out all the stops. Luckily, there were only two men waiting outside for him, so he would be done soon. Tallulah smiled at the men and gave them a polite greeting as she headed for the door.

“Where are you headed to, Little Red?” asked the bigger of the two men as they both moved to block her way. “Stay and chat with us for awhile.”

They both licked their lips as they looked her body up and down.

“Bringing lunch to my husband,” she said, motioning to the basket of food in her hand. “I’m Negan’s wife.” Tallulah was not too proud to use the ‘wife’ card to get herself out of trouble.

The men just chuckled and continued to leer at her, “Sorry, not buying that one, Little Red,” the big one grinned at her as he moved closer. “We met Negan’s wife earlier. Pretty little thing called Sherry.”

Shit. Her eyes darted around the courtyard, but she didn’t see any Saviors around or anyone else that could come to her aid. She’d never thought twice before about walking around the Sanctuary on her own. From the moment she’d arrived, Negan had made damn sure to let everyone know that she was his, and therefore off-limits. Unfortunately, these men had either not been told the rules, or they didn’t care.

“Well, she’s his wife, too,” Tallulah shrugged, trying to side step around them, but was blocked by the two men.

The smaller of the two grabbed the basket she was carrying, pulling it out of her grasp and opening it up. “You got some nice stuff in here, Little Red,” he sneered menacingly, “I don’t think you’ll mind sharing now, will ya?”

“I don’t think that’s all Little Red here will be sharing,” the bigger one guffawed, looking her up and down and grabbing her arm when she tried to move away again.

“You’re going to regret this.” Tallulah warned him. She wasn’t trying to be tough. It was just a matter of fact.

The bigger man just laughed at her, pulling her closer to his body and letting his gaze drift down to her chest. Tallulah was not a particularly gifted fighter, but she was going to try her damnedest anyway. Taking advantage of his distraction, she clawed at his face with her free hand and stomped on his foot as hard as she could.

“You fucking bitch!” the bigger man roared, his hand flying up to his face in shock. “We were being nice to you, Little Red, but now you’ve unleashed the Big Bad Wolf!”

Tallulah braced herself for the hit she knew was coming, but the blow never came. At that moment, the door behind them swung open to reveal an enraged Negan, leading a pack of Saviors.

“What the fucking fuck is going on out here?” he barked.

“This bitch just went crazy on us!” the big man exclaimed while his friend nodded in agreement. “She was coming on to us real hot and heavy and then just flipped out. Little Red here is dangerous, man!”

“You know, I find that kind of fucking hard to believe, seeing as ‘Little Red’ over there is my fucking wife,” Negan gritted out. “And the scratches on your face seem to prove your story is total fucking bullshit, but since I’m such a fair guy, I will ask my dear wife if this was a consensual encounter.” Negan then turned to Tallulah and asked, “Tallulah, did you want this slimy fuck and his dumbass fucking friend pawing at you?”

“No,” she answered, giving a curt shake of her head as angry tears began brimming in her eyes.

Negan took her by the hand and led her to stand behind him, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze before turning to face the men again. “That’s what I fucking thought.”

“We didn’t really think she was your wife-“ the big one started to explain, realizing he was in deep shit with a giant, baseball bat-wielding maniac.

“It doesn’t fucking matter who you thought she was,” Negan cut him off before he could say anymore. “We don’t treat women like that here. They say ‘no,’ and you fucking fuck off. No rapey bullshit.”

“We get it, man,” the smaller man nodded frantically. “We’re sorry. Lesson learned.”

“No, lesson is most certainly not motherfucking learned,” Negan corrected him, pointing Lucille in the frightened man's face. “Since you two seem so fond of fairy tales, I’m going to clear up some fucking misconceptions that you assholes seem to have. This,” he gestured to Tallulah who was still safely ensconced behind him, “is not Little Red Riding Hood.” He turned a bit so he could see both Tallulah and her attackers while he spoke. “She’s more like Rapunzel. A princess that’s supposed to stay in her fucking tower, but always manages to escape and get into trouble.”

Tallulah frowned at that. She didn’t usually get into trouble, and it wasn’t her fault that these guys were assholes.

Negan gave her a wink to let her know that he didn’t blame her and continued on with his speech. “If she’s not Little Red, then you are most fucking certainly not the Big Bad Wolf,” he sneered. “Around here, I am the Big Bad motherfucking Wolf, and Lucille here,” he hoisted his beloved bat onto his shoulder, “is my Little Red.”

The two men nodded along to everything he said, even if they didn’t quite understand the point of what he was telling them. They were just hoping that they made it out of this with their skulls intact.

“That brings me to the problem of who the fuck the two of you are in this fucked up Grimms tale,” Negan pondered. “If you want to try being the Big Bad Wolf, I’ll oblige you, because, as I said, I’m a fair fucking guy,” he grinned at the smaller man who had paled and started shaking at receiving Negan’s full attention. “In one version of the story, the woodsman cuts open the wolf to rescue Grandma and Little Red Riding Hood.”

With a vicious gleam in his eyes, Negan unsheathed his knife with a flourish and plunged it into the smaller mans belly. Negan cut the man open from stomach to sternum, pulling his knife back before the man dropped to the ground.

“Nope, no Grandma in there!” Negan chuckled and turned his attention to the bigger man, who by now had literally pissed his pants in terror.

“Please don’t!” the man gasped. “Please, I’m sorry!”

“Oh, I’m not gonna do that to you,��� Negan assured him with a wave of his hand. “You have a much more important part in this story.”

The man continued to whimper as Negan leaned in closer, pressing the sharp barbs of Lucille’s wire into the man's cheek.

“You get the honor of fixing a grave inaccuracy in my fucking story,” Negan told him with sadistic glee. “My Little Red Riding Hood is missing her most defining feature. She’s. Not. Red.”

Quick as lightning, Negan struck the big man in the head with his barbed wire wrapped bat, instantly bringing the man to his knees. With a second sickening crack the man collapsed to the ground, dead.

Negan hit him a few more times for good measure before raising his bloody bat aloft and triumphantly shouting, “Now that’s what I call a red fucking riding hood!”

With a smile still on his face, Negan turned to the rest of the men, “Let this be a fucking lesson to any of you that arrived with those two assholes. If you don’t like my rules, you can get the fuck out right now.” When no one said anything, he continued, “Great, now clean this shit up.”

Without waiting for an answer, Negan grabbed Tallulah and pulled her inside with him, taking her to the room where he conducted most of his interviews and locking the door behind them. After gently placing Lucille on a table to later be cleaned and re-barbed he turned to his wife. “You alright there, Lulu?”

Tallulah just nodded somewhat dazedly, still shaking a bit.

Negan silently removed his bloody gloves and jacket, never once taking his eyes off of her. He noticed her flinch slightly as he moved closer to her and sighed. “You afraid of me now?” he asked her in a calm, steady voice.

“No,” she shook her head and reached out for him, wrapping her arms around his middle and burying her face in his chest. She’d never seen him kill a living person before, but that wasn’t what had her shaken up. She knew what kind of man Negan was, and she had heard all about the things he’d done. She also knew that he would never hurt her. He lived by a code, and, for the most part, he followed his own rules.

“Then what’s the matter?” he asked, rubbing her back with one big hand and holding her closer with the other.

“I just forgot what that felt like,” Tallulah admitted. “I haven’t felt scared of just walking around by myself since I got here. I look outside every day to remind myself of what’s out there, but I forgot that people can be monsters too.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that shit again,” Negan insisted. “When people see what I did to those two fucks, no one will even dare to think of fucking with you.”

Tallulah didn’t bother pointing out that the same thing could happen when new, uninformed people came to the Sanctuary. The people here already knew the rules. She was alive and hadn’t been hurt, and that was all that mattered.

“There’s one part of the fairy tale that you missed,” Tallulah peeked up at him while loosening her grip around his middle and letting her hands skim over his sides. Maybe she was extremely fucked up, but something about being in danger and having Negan get so angry and vengeful while protecting her had kind of turned her on.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, his stance relaxing a bit as he took note of the change in her demeanor. “What’s that?”

“Well, after the woodsman cuts open the wolf, he fills him with stones so the wolf can’t run away,” she explained. “But since we’re mixing up our stories a little bit, maybe the Big Bad Wolf could put something as hard as stone in me instead?” She smiled up at him shyly, pushing her breasts together with her arms and cupping his dick through his jeans.

Negan grinned and backed Tallulah up a few steps until she bumped into the desk that was up against the wall. He picked her up and plopped her down onto the desktop, stepping between her legs and letting his hands push the bottom of her dress up. “Is this my reward for being your gallant fucking hero?”

“I thought the Big Bad Wolf was the villain?” Tallulah teased.

“I’m Big Bad Negan,” he rasped into her ear, kissing and nibbling at her neck while his hands moved to pull her dress completely off. “I can be both.” Negan’s eyes went wide, and he licked his lips when he noticed that she only had a tiny pair of panties on underneath her dress. “My, my grandma. What big fucking tits you have,” he laughed.

“Don’t call me that,” Tallulah wrinkled her nose and reached for his belt, “No more fairy tales. Just fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” Negan teased, allowing her to open his pants and reach for his dick while his hands were occupied with her breasts. “I wanted you to say, ‘What a big dick you have,’ so I could say, ‘the better to fuck you with, my dear.’”

“Please stop talking!” she laughed. Negan just chuckled and obliged her, pressing his lips to her own as she stroked his cock.  

Negan ripped off the tiny excuse for underwear that Tallulah had been wearing, and sank a thick finger inside of her. “Fuck, you’re wet Lulu,” he groaned and reached into a desk drawer to pull out a condom.

“Adrenaline, I guess,” Tallulah shrugged, wiggling her ass to the end of the desk. “Don’t frightening situations usually make people want to fuck?”

“Sometimes,” Negan agreed as he slid the condom over his erection. “But I think watching me go all caveman on those fuckers got you hot. You liked seeing your man fucking protect you, didn’t you?”

Tallulah didn’t answer him; she just shifted her hips a bit, trying to rub against him and get him to finally enter her.

“Uh-uh,” Negan teased, rubbing his cock against her entrance, but not going any further. “Not until you tell me the truth.”

“Negan!” she whined, pulling him closer and taking his shirt off to rub her breasts against his chest.

Negan groaned at the feeling of her hard nipples against his skin, but he didn’t stop teasing her. “You know what I want to fucking hear, Lulu.”

“Fine!” she gasped out as his thumb began playing with her clit. “It turned me on to watch you defend my honor or some shit, now will you please get on with it?!”

“Oh, baby, you say the sweetest fucking things,” he laughed, grabbing her legs to pull her to the very edge of the desk and finally slide into her.

“Yes!” she hissed, wrapping her legs around his waist and laying back on the desk, not caring that pens and papers were flying everywhere.

Negan picked up the pace and watched her breasts bounce as he slammed into her, making sure to stimulate her clit at the same time. She’d only been with him for a couple of weeks, but he already knew how to play her body like a fiddle. When he felt himself getting closer, he leaned down to lick, suck, and bite her breasts, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder so he could go even deeper.

Tallulah gasped and shut her eyes, ignoring the temporary twinge of pain that went through her back at the shift in position, in favor of concentrating on how amazing he felt so deep inside of her. She was able to let go of all the fear, anger, and humiliation she experienced just minutes earlier, and just feel.

Negan would not have been the kind of husband Tallulah would have chosen before the world ended, but residing in the fucked up world they currently did, she was glad that she had accepted his offer.

“Fuck!” Negan grunted. “I’m gonna huff and puff and blow my fucking load!”

Even if he did, quite often, ruin the moment.

Tallulah arched her back as she came with him, gripping the sides of the desk and biting her lip to keep down the noise. After a few more thrusts, Negan let her leg slide back down to the desk and half-collapsed on top of her, his sweaty chest pressed to hers as they both caught their breath. Finally, Negan gave Tallulah’s throat a kiss before pulling out of her.

“Fuck, that’s a nice way to end my fucking boring-ass interviews,” he grinned, looking her over as she laid nude and exhausted on his desk. He pulled the condom off with a snap, tied it off, and tossed it into the garbage can before putting his dick back into his pants and zipping up.

“Come on, lazy bones,” he chuckled when he saw that Tallulah had not moved from her position. “As much as I enjoy the sight of you spread out across my desk, I know you didn’t just come here for a mid-afternoon fuck.” He then grabbed her around the waist to help her to her feet. Her legs were still a bit shaky, so she held onto him for a few moments before moving to retrieve her dress.

“Negan, you ruined my underwear!” she complained, tugging the dress over her head and bending to pick up the shredded piece of fabric.

“Yes, I fucking did,” he growled as he ran his hand up her leg and onto her backside, pushing her dress up so it was visible as she bent over. “You didn’t seem to fucking mind at the moment.”

Tallulah swatted his hands away and pushed her dress back over her butt. “I can’t walk around the Sanctuary in a dress with no underwear on!”

“You can wear my coat,” he offered.

Even though being offered Negan’s precious leather jacket would probably be seen as quite an honor around The Sanctuary, Tallulah cringed slightly at the thought. “Isn’t it bloody?”

“Well, I’m not giving you my shirt,” Negan insisted, going over to put said shirt on while checking out the jacket. “I’m not gonna walk around with a leather jacket on and no t-shirt like Rico fucking Suave.”

“That would be a pretty good look,” she laughed.

“So, why did you come to fucking see me?” Negan asked, grabbing a rag to wipe the worst of the blood off of his jacket for her. Normally he wouldn’t have been so accommodating, but the girl had just been through an ordeal, and he was almost always in a damn good mood after partaking in some sex or violence.

“I was bringing you some lunch,” Tallulah told him. “But one of those assholes took it from me, and now it’s probably covered in brains.”

Negan looked up from cleaning off a blood spot and smirked at her. “So you came all the way down here in that fucking tiny dress, that you know makes my dick hard, wearing only the world's smallest fucking pair of panties underneath, just to bring me a fucking sandwich?”

“Well…” Tallulah blushed. “Perhaps I had a bit of an ulterior motive,” she admitted with a smile. “Also, it wasn’t just a sandwich. There were chips, pickles, and I even packed a slice of pumpkin pie!”

“Pumpkin pie?” Negan sighed wistfully. “Those fuckers got off too easy.” He finished cleaning up his jacket and put it around her shoulders. Luckily, it was long enough on her that it would cover her butt and she wouldn’t have to worry about flashing the world her ass. “So what do you want, Lulu?”

“Grandma Jo is sick,” she began, “She needs medication and some time off, and she doesn’t have the points. I was hoping we could work something out.”

Negan let out a heavy sigh and looked his wife in the eyes. “You can’t save everyone, Tallulah.”

“No, I can’t,” she agreed. “But I can save Grandma Jo.”

“You’re fucking lucky I’m in such a good mood,” Negan joked. “I won’t give in so easily next fucking time.”

“This was easy?” Tallulah questioned. “I got assaulted and practically traumatized! In fact, I probably deserve two favors.”

“Don’t fucking push it, Lulu,” Negan laughed. “But, maybe to ease your trauma you can stay in my room tonight,” he suggested. “We can defile some more fairy tales.”

“Deal,” she smiled, her body practically humming in joy at the prospect of a round two. “Now, can we go talk to Doctor Carson and tell him he has to save Grandma Jo?”

“Sure,” Negan agreed, unlocking the door and opening it for her to step out in front of him. If he hadn’t just killed two men in cold blood, he would’ve been worried about someone calling him weak. Using up important resources on a sick old woman just because one of his wives asked him to was almost the definition of pussy-whipped, but at that moment, he just couldn’t bring himself to give a shit. “Let’s go save Grandma Jo.”

Most of the time Negan was the Big Bad Wolf, and he fucking liked it that way, but every once and awhile there was no harm in playing the hero. Why the fuck not?

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A huge thank you to @lucifers-trash-stash and @ashesashleyweallfalldown for helping me out with this fic! 

Thanks for reading and please feel free to send me any comments/questions/critiques you may have. 

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