It's been a long ride and hopefully a satisfying one. Here is the final chapter of one of my favorite pairings.

Epilogue

Negan glanced at the rearview mirror to see the reflection of his daughter's little round face. She was napping peacefully, the little one completely oblivious to the things to come and her father's approaching mental meltdown.

They were on their way to the pediatrician's office, the baby girl due for a check up and shots. Kayla was home sick with the flu, the poor woman desperate for sleep and NyQuil. Negan felt comfortable enough to take his daughter in by himself. He hadn't done it before but Kayla had, how hard could it be? Or so he thought as they pulled into the parking lot of the low brick building. Negan glared at the structure like it was personally responsible for the diseases his girl had to be stuck for.

"Now, darlin'." He rasped, looking at his girl blink her eyes sleepily. "I want you to know I would do anything to keep you from needin' these owies but that ain't how it works."

Pulling the carrier from the car, Negan headed inside with a slow growing knot in his throat. He could feel a cold sweat break out as he signed in and when they called his daughter's name, he almost fled the office like a scared child.

The room was as welcoming as a doctor's office could be, but he couldn't help pacing with his girl nervously. Cupping her fuzzy head, Negan murmured against her soft temple. "You gotta be brave for daddy, darlin'. I'm not strong like your mother."

"Hello, how're we doing today?" The doctor greeted, her friendly face calming his nerves momentarily.

"Good doc.. well not Kayla, she's sick at home."

"Ahh. Daddy's first solo visit huh?"

Rolling his eyes, he bounced the baby a little, comforting himself more than the mild mannered child. "Yeah, Yeah. I'm pissin' my pants right now doc. Gimme a break."

Chuckling at him, the doctor instructed him to undress his daughter for an exam. He cringed as she squawked, her arms and legs flailing as she grew cold.

"Who's my brave girl?" He drawled, his hand cupping her head as the doctor tested her reflexes. "Yeah, you are. Oh darlin'... those tears are breakin' my heart."

Negan brushed away the big tear drops, while swallowing a vicious knot in his throat. He could feel his eyes burning as his little girl rioted against the stranger's touch. Once done with the physical portion of the exam, he was told they would be drawing blood and giving her a vaccine. His heart thudded painfully against his ribs as he watched them bring a tray in with syringes and gauze. Negan kept her close to his face, his lips brushing her cheek as he murmured, "Don't know how mama does it. She's stronger than me because I can't stand to see ya cry, sweetheart."

The alcohol wipe had her balling, the cries tearing her little throat up as they stuck her with the fine tipped needle. Negan choked back an urge to snarl at the woman doing her job. He wanted to push them away and save his girl from feeling anything remotely like pain. Nothing and no one should hurt her if he was around. He saw it as his responsibility.

"Breakin' daddy's heart," He rasped, his voice cracking as she gulped air and poured tears. The nurse gave him a tender smile, her eyes soft and understanding.

"She won't remember a thing." She assured, her hand patting his shoulder as he dressed the infant.

Dipping his chin, Negan continued to dress her quickly and cuddle her into his chest. He pressed his nose to her little neck and soothed her with his gravelly cadence. "I got you. Daddy's got you, sweetheart."

His daughter calmed down, her cries turning to whimpers before she fell asleep. Sighing in relief as she settled, Negan gathered their things before heading out. Nothing had ever made him feel so worthless than to watch his daughter hurting and be unable to do anything about it. Sliding his sunglasses on, he exited the office into the bright sunlight. Negan got his daughter settled into the back seat, securing her car seat into its spot. She was sleeping with a slight frown curling her pouty lips, her lashes still wet with tears. The sight just about killed him, his knees weakening and teeth grinding.

"Fuckin' hell." He growled, sitting down on the driver seat with a groan. "Turnin' into a giant pussy."

"How'd it go?" Kayla croaked from her pile of blankets in the middle of the mattress.

"You didn't tell me that it would be so damn hard." Negan huffed, sitting at the edge of the bed looking over Kayla's sleepy face.

"It's rough huh?" She rasped, tugging her blanket over her shoulder. "First time I cried as much as she did."

"I just about did." He sighed, raking a hand through his hair before asking. "You need anything, darlin'?"

"I'm good, handsome." Kayla murmured, her hand squeezing his a moment before tucking it back close to her face.

"I'm gonna get her all settled and I'll bring you something to eat."

"Thanks, baby." She slurred, her eyes dropping before she finished speaking.

"Thanks for taking care of me this week." Kayla sighed, her body relaxing into Negan's side as they both sunk into the sofa. Negan nuzzled his face into her damp hair and drawled, "My pleasure, darlin'."

"And taking care of Abby."

"Always." Negan purred into her neck, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. "I'll always take care of my girls."

"Mmm." Kayla sighed, her fingers curling into his t-shirt. "Baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you take care of me now?" she asked coyly, her hand smoothing across his broad chest.

"Whatcha need, sweets?" he asked gruffly, his tongue trailing across his bottom lip as he peered down at her. He was hornier than fuck, the last week of no sex with his hot little wife catching up to him tenfold. He wanted to bend her over something stationary and fuck the ever-loving hell out of her. Even when exhausted from being sick, she was sexy. Negan's mind began to drift filthy images of her naked and spread wide open for him, her greedy eyes peering up at him as her mouth begged for his dick.

"Wellll." Kayla drawled bringing him back from his dirty fantasies, batting her eyes in that way that got her anything she wanted. "There happens to be a pint of Haagen-Dazs in the freezer."

Negan chuckled lowly, his hand sliding under her shirt to feel the smooth skin along her back. "You just want me for my ice cream serving skills."

"Well and your ability to reach things on high shelves." Kayla quipped, her lips twisting into a smirk as he pouted dramatically.

"Damn, mama." He grumbled, tugging her playfully against his chest. "And I thought what we had was special."

Kayla was in her knees in front of him, her hooded eyes gleaming up at him while her pink lips stretched around the hard flesh in her mouth. Negan moaned deeply as she sucked him down her throat without a struggle, her tongue curling along the underside of his head with every plunge.

"Motherfucker." he growled as she hummed and moaned hungrily.

"Yes, you are." She joked with a wet smile, her hands stroking him sloppily.

"Goddamn it." Negan huffed as she swallowed him down again, his hands curling into her hair as his hips thrusted forwarded eagerly. "That's it. Suck that dick, baby."

The couple had limited time, the baby having been napping for hours now, would be crying any minute. They had little time between work and their infant, spending what private time they did get consuming each other like dope fiends. Negan couldn't get enough of Kayla's hot mouth and tight little body, he was never bored when it came to his girlfriend. He loved her so much that he'd bought a ring the moment he'd found out she was pregnant, but had yet to propose. Negan figured his procrastination stemmed from the loss of Lucille, his hesitation to go through any of the trauma of losing another wife. Kayla hadn't seemed to mind that she was pregnant out of wedlock though and as time passed, the easier it was for him to forget about the little wood box in his sock drawer.

It took a firm tug on his balls and a deep moan to make him cum like a teenager down her throat. Kayla swallowed several times, drinking him down as she peered up at him.

"Fucking hell." he whimpered as she released him from the hot suction of her mouth. "You are amazing, baby."

"You're just saying that because you have no blood in your brain." Kayla laughed, climbing to her feet as he tugged on her hand.

"No." he mumbled into her neck, sucking and kiss the warm flesh along her shoulder. "I'm saying that because you are everything I could ever want and more."

Kayla hummed at his words, squirming in his lap as he stroked and massaged her curves. "You're all I want too, handsome."

Negan flipped them over, pinning her to the bed as he lay between her legs. "Stay here." he ordered with a firm look.

"Okay." she chuckled, watching as he stood from the bed and wandered to the dresser.

Negan shoved his nerves aside and dug through his socks to find the little box now burning a hole in his metaphorical pocket. He needed to do it before he lost his nerve again. Climbing onto the bed, he settled between her thighs and held himself above her on his elbows. Palming the box in one hand he used the other to comb her messy hair back from her temple. He trailed his hand down her neck and arm to take her left hand in his. He kissed her palm and placed it over his heart, the ink below her hand warming to her touch.

"I want to always take care of you." he murmured, kissing her softly on the lips.

"I'd like that." she whispered back, her eyes soft and lips curled up.

"Yeah?" Negan biting his lip in thought.

"Of course." Kayla murmured, her hand curling through his chest hair. "I'll take care of you too."

Negan smiled at her, bringing the ring box from his side to place it between her bare breasts. Opening it up he showed her the small silver ring with its shiny diamond in the center. "You wanna make it legal and be my hot little wifey?"

Kayla's smile was wide and bright, her eyes sparkling with moisture. "I was wondering if you would ever show it to me."

"You knew about it?" Negan chuckled, pulling her hand from his chest to slid the ring onto her finger.

"I do your laundry." she laughed, holding her hand up to look at the new ring on her finger. "I found it months ago."

Negan rolled his eyes and bit his lip as he looked at her smiling up at him. "Is that a yes then, sweetcheeks?"

"Of course it is, dummy." She quipped, her laugh infectious as he tickled her sides. "How could I say no to my baby daddy?"

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