My Retribution (third instalment of Exception Series)

Nine

"Where's the fucking diaper bag?" Negan threw anything that wasn't bolted down into the air.

"I left it on the dresser." I cuddle Eric, unable to stop his siren impression. There wasn't much for it, seeing he was feeding off his father's unusual apprehension. "It's okay, baby! We wanted to get there late anyway."

Negan rubs at his baggy eyes, giving me a pleading gaze. "Do we have to, princess? I don't want that fucking-" the heat rose in his cheeks, but he looked at his resting daughter and thought better of it. "I don't want Daryl near our babies. He threatened you last time, for Christ's sake!"

My heart ached at the memory, but I couldn't keep them away forever. And the peaceful festival Rick was putting on was the perfect time to come together and begin mending fences. Try to work out this ridiculous scenario between two parts of my life.

"It's only fair, my love. We just need to-"

"Fuck fair! What do I have to do to be enough for you, princess?"

"Wahhhhhhh!" Eric wailed.

We stood there.

Is that what this is about?

I grab the walkie on the bedside. "Arat?"

"... yes." Her raspy voice showcased the hatred she still held for me.

"Can you get one of the minders that hasn't left for the festival yet?"

My husband raised a brow at me, before a smile cracked his flat features.

"...yes."

She'll get Glenda. Shit's going to go down, Arat!

Five minutes passed, and low and behold, the prefect fairy turns up at my door. "Hello there, princess." Her brow raised as she scanned the room. Her hip dropped as soon as her eyes locked onto my man. "What can I do for you?" She doesn't look at me after that, as she nibbles at her lip.

My finger pointed to the twins. "Get them ready for the festival." I stepped into her line of vision. "Negan and I have some business to attend to."

Her face dropped, finally getting the message. "Will do, Rackel."

I leaned in, my voice barely a whisper, "and you'd do well not to eye fuck my husband if you want to stay here, got it?"

"I wasn't, I-" she tried, but I held my hand up and she nodded.

Negan ran up to me and grabbed my waist. "I am fucking rock hard right now. Getting all possessive."

Glenda made her way into the room and got on with the preparations, her tail between her legs.

"Fuck, I want to be inside you right now." Negan placed me down in the middle of the corridor after a minute, hitching up my party dress and plunging two fingers inside me. "Fuckin' tempted to bury myself inside you in the middle of the atrium, show everyone who you belong to." He eyed off the broom cupboard, before jogging to it. "But I can't wait that long."

The panting mess that I was, left me bereft of words. His possessiveness was what I needed. We were jealous creatures, and needed constant tending to.

Had anyone seen us? Did I care?

He dived in after me, squashing me against the red-brick wall.

He hadn't shut the door. I point towards it but he slaps my hand down. "Got something to say?"

"The door-"

"Let them watch. Let them know who you belong to." He smacks my arse, leaving a humming sting in its wake. He wrenched his leg between my thighs and pried them open, growling in my ear, "wider!"