In the company of Skye, the morning flew by!

She always knew how to distract me, knew exactly what I needed, even when I didn't know what that was myself.

In many ways, she was so much like her father. She was charismatic, confident, intelligent and fiercely loyal! I'd also noticed that they both had this pull. It was hard to explain, but people just seemed to gravitate towards them, for guidance and direction.

After my tears had subsided, Skye walked me to Carson's office. She had the patience of a saint, keeping pace with my tortoise speed.

I sat on the chair just outside, and Skye was about to walk away.

Grabbing her arm, I smile. "Where do you think you're going?"

My girl clicked her heels together. "Really?"

"What's going on here ladies?" His gravelly tone made my heart skip, even after all this time.

Skye held a hand out and pulled him into a hug. "Rackel wants me there too, Dad."

He narrowed his eyes at me, but immediately softened when he looked down at his firstborn. She was all snuggled into him, I though my heart was going to burst.

Negan kissed the top of her head. "I want you there too, kiddo." He pulled away from her momentarily. "You're not upset?"

"Why would I be? You've always been a father to me!" This was too much for one pregnant woman to deal with! There was so much love in that moment.

I crumpled, making a noise similar to a whale. "I love you guys so much!"

They both tugged me up, Negan couldn't help but huff, "it's good to have help with the heavy lifting."

Skye and I swatted him at the same time, glad it didn't start another bout of tears.

Dr. Carson joined the emotional display, Negan quickly straightening up.

"Don't worry about that, Sir." Carson raised a brow at him. "If those little babies behave this time, you're going to be a mess."

We shuffled in and sat in our appropriate places. Skye dragged their chairs over to my side as she held my hand. "There's a girl in there! I can feel it!"

Carson squirted the gel on my mountain, my little bubs kicking in response. I could watch them kicking and wiggle for hours.

I looked over to my husband, as he placed his hand on my knee. He always got a little nervous just before we saw them. The leader he was, expected something to go wrong. He seemed to be most comfortable when he was off-kilter.

Carson placed the wand on my belly. The beautiful flutter of baby number one's heartbeat filled the confined space. I looked to the monitor to see them boxing their sibling, wrestling for the precious little space left.

Then Carson repositioned the wand as baby number one's legs flung open. Revealing a little extra.

I whimpered, "is that what I think it is?"

Carson smiled. "That's a boy!"

Just like his Daddy. Showing off his business.

"Boy?" Negan squeaked, lip quivering.

Placing a hand on his cheek, I whisper, "I love you so much!"

Skye squeezes my hand as she looked for-eyed at the screen. She was going to have a little baby brother.

After checking all his measurements, Carson moved on to the next baby. This little baby was flinging it's arm out, pushing at their brother's head.

My two little soldiers!

The poor doctor had to do a lot more acrobatics with this one! They kept shuffling and following their movements, until finally he got that angle.

"Ahhh, this one's a girl." Carson chuckled, quickly taking a photo before she crossed her legs again.

My modest little lady.

Negan bellowed, unable to contain his excitement. "Hot digging dog! Could this be any more fucking perfect?"

I giggled, leaning for a kiss and getting blue gel all over his jacket. "I don't think it could!" Leaning over my husband, I hold my hands out to Skye. "At least we still outnumber him sweetie!"

There was blue goo hugs all round, until Carson finally handed me a paper towel.

We spent the rest of the afternoon together, basking in our family's glory. Negan announced our special news and got onto Anita about a celebration meal. The people were beyond excited, screaming and cheering about the upcoming arrival of the prince and princess.

But, while this was happening, that sinking feeling set in.

Where's Daryl?

Is he safe?

Would he want to know what I was having?

As I asked myself the question, I immediately knew the answer. The fact that I hadn't seen him in months was what was worrying.

I wouldn't of thought that anything could've kept him away from these children, regardless of anything that happened between us.

Rick would've told me if something happened, right?

Again, the answer came to me immediately.

No.

No, he wouldn't.

I kissed my husband's cheek and queen-waved all the way to our room. Now was not the time for me to burden Negan with this, there was no sense in both of us being unhappy.

I'm sure the last thing he wanted to know was that I'm crying over Daryl.

The door clicked open, and the sobs began. Body-wracking, teeth chattering moans.

"Daryl." I breathed, looking out the window. "I'm sorry."

"What did you just say?"

His voice was barely a whisper, but I heard it clear as day.

I turned around and locked into my grizzly husband. His eyes burning as he prowled like the lion he is. "Him again, Rackel? Really? Of all days?"

I wiped at my baboon face. "I thought you were busy, I didn't want to bother you."

As he reached me, he curled his hand behind my hand. A restrained gesture. I could tell he wanted to be tougher with me. "What's it going to take to forget him, baby?" He tucked his other hand down my jeans, rubbing two fingers over my nub. He gently tugged at my nape, whispering into my ear, "sit on the sill, now!"

My body didn't know how to react. I was sensitive all over, his gentle strokes causing me to keep crying. It was beautiful, it was hot, I was ashamed.

It was all too much.

When I didn't move, Negan brows stitched together. "I love you so much, baby!" His pleading tone stopped me in my tracks. He placed my hand on his chest. "I know he's special to you. I'm thankful that he took care of you when I couldn't!"

He slid his middle finger inside me, trying to win me over. Like I wasn't already his.

My eyes rolled back as I rocked back onto the frame. I braided my fingers through his hair. "I love you, Negan! You know that right?" I played with my ring, admiring it. "Forever."

What about Daryl? Rick's voice rung in my head.

What about him?

This shit wasn't fair. The whole thing was a car crash; and I was the catalyst.

But Negan shouldn't suffer for that, he'd suffered enough.

His weathered hand pulled out of me and sucked slowly. "Mmmm, I want to be inside you, Rackel."

I undid his belt buckle, eyeing him through hooded gaze. "Make love to me." I grab his hand and waddle to the bed. "I want you to make love to me while you hold me tight, never let me go."

Peeling clothes off each other, we tucked ourselves in bed. He gently placed his hands on my tummy, entering me from behind. He knew just what to do, he was so gentle, slow shallow thrusts that drove me crazy. His hands cracked our precious cargo as he nibbles at my ear, whispering sweet little nothings.

I was frenzied, I hadn't been left on the precipice for so long without being released. Tugging at his hair, I begged him for release. Craving his fingers, rubbing me the way I hadn't figured out how to replicate.

"Mommy needs her release, does she?" He taunted me, grasping at my thighs.

"Please, Daddy!" I mewled.

"Are you sure?" He teased, his thrusts becoming faster, his fingers making their way to my clit.

"Please, Daddy! Please!"

The sex wizard he is, he tugs at me gently, keeping me on edge until he climaxed.

I rolled over to my left side, facing him. Our kiss topped it off, making my heart swell.

"Goodnight, Daddy! I love you, my big-bad man!"

Growling, he snuggled into me. It doesn't take long for light snores to fill the room.

My eyelids grew heavy, like concrete. As my eyes fluttered, I could've sworn I saw Daryl. The strongest vision yet. I could almost smell him. I know it sounds crazy, but I could almost feel him.

This guilt is eating at me.

The rest should help.

That's what I tell myself anyway...