My Retribution (third instalment of Exception Series)

Five

I am over this pregnancy thing.

Who knew it was possible to pee ten times in a couple of hours!

I felt like a tortoise on its back when I got up in the morning. Needing my husband's help to get out of bed.

Whilst Negan pulled me out from under the covers one morning, he chuckled, watching me make my way to the bathroom. "Holy shit, Rackel! I've never found a waddle so sexy, my own fucking Daisy Duck."

I flipped him the bird as I plonked my weight from one foot to the other. My feet were blown up like beach balls. I was beyond over it.

Thirty seven weeks, and two bouncing babies on my bladder made for a pretty terrible time!

Bottom bubba kicked me in the back, making me jerk forward. I clasped my alien belly, rubbing softly.

Enough now, little one!

I eased myself on the toilet seat, tired whine escaping my lips. "I don't know how much more of this I can handle, Negan."

"We're almost there, Daisy!" He chuckled at my newfound nickname, resting his hip on the sink opposite me. "At least you're not vomiting everyday. You got me worried with that shit!"

My head spun at the memory. "We don't need to go there again! Sweet, gentle baby Jesus."

"I think you should take the day off today. You're in no condition to work!" My sweet husband leaned forward, tucking a curl behind my ear.

Wiping my forehead with the back of my hand, I let out a shaky breath. "I just need a shower and breakfast!"

As I looked up, Negan's head began shaking side to side. But I wasn't having it!

"I can't stay cooped up here! It's not like anyone would let me overwork myself anyway!" I lovingly swatted at my man's broad chest. "I've got my appointment with Carson at 12:00pm anyway."

"Hopefully we find out what our babies are today. I'm bursting at the fuckin' seams with excitement!" He rubbed his hands together, his teeth sparkling as the edges of his mouth almost reached his ears.

I couldn't help but smile back as I finished my morning routine. Planting a swift kiss on his strong jaw I whispered, "see you at noon, my love."

Lightly tapping me on the ass, he chuckled. "Wouldn't miss it for the fucking world."

As I made my way down to the kitchen, something felt off. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt a flutter, as if my little ones could feel it too. The kitchen had all the usual crew, smiling as they got ready for the day. It seemed like any other morning.

But then it hit me.

One of the kitchen hands dragged in a freshly caught and killed deer. The copper smell hit my nose, concocting a mixture of guilt and nausea in my stomach. Holding onto the bench, I breathed deeply, only through my mouth.

Anita, the head cook, rushed over to me and curled her arm around my shoulders. "Don't you go fainting on me princess! Couldn't imagine boss-man's face if that happened on my watch!"

Tears pricked my eyes. Unwelcome nostalgia hitting me like a freight train.

Is he alive?