#segan

Negan chuckled. "Hell, honey, I didn't. You came running after me, remember? So anxious for my attention. I respect that. You, and Rick's kid, charging the compound-"

"Carl?" Sasha asked, stunned.

"Yep. Kid's got a huge pair of brass ones. No clue where the hell he got 'em from, though. What about you and those...beach sized lady nuts, huh? Were you always that much of a badass?"

"I don't know what you mean. In hindsight, now I think it was stupid."

Negan tsked at her. "Oh, don't be so modest. By all means, revel in your awesomeness. I know I am."

"I went on a mission I had no intention on surviving.  Is that really all that awesome?" she asked with air quotes.

"Hell, you did it in style.  And the fact is, you didn't die."

"Because you wouldn't let them shoot me," Sasha countered.

"And waste something so nice?  Oh no.  Couldn't do that."

"Before....before I made my offer.  What were you planning to do with me?"

Negan kept his eyes on her as he leaned forward slightly in his seat.  "Exactly as I said.  Someone like you would be an asset to me.  You are drenched in potential.  Only a fool would miss it."

"I walked into your house to kill you.  You really believed there was potential to--"

"You're a woman of honor.  If you say you're gonna do something, you will.  Like that deal you made about being my queen to spare Alexandria.  I know you'll come through."

Sasha rubbed the back of her neck in unease.  "About that...what are your terms?"

"My terms.  Well, I want a ceremony.  Above all the Saviors so they can see.  I'm a man who loves a show, and I wanna see you walk down an aisle in a white dress, hair down...tell me.  Would you want Rick to give you away?" he asked with a grin.

Sasha bristled at the idea of any of that.  "What else?" she grit out.

"We will live as husband and wife, and we will build a home for our future children.  Yes, children as in plural."

"Why now? Why in this world?"

"Because, we need that now more than ever.  Especially in this world.  We have to rebuild.  Maintain order.  You know that."

Sasha peered at him.  "Who were you?  Before."

Negan paused, looking her over carefully. "School teacher.  You?"

"Firefighter."

Negan smiled.  "Damn woman, you get more impressive by the second.  If there was ever a right choice, it's you."

* * * * *

PRESENT DAY

"It's you," Negan murmured into her neck.  "It's always been you."

He was spooning her in their bed, hand gently resting on her belly.  Try as she might, Sasha couldn't help but snuggle back against him.  It was chilly, after all.  Noticing her slight shiver, Negan reached down, pulling up the sheet and blanket that had been scattered haphazardly during their love making.

"Dunno about that," Sasha said.

Negan squeezed her tighter. "Don't start.  We found out some wonderful news.  Can't we just have that?"

Sasha turned slowly in his arms, looking up at him.  He looked so incredibly sad.

When she had first met him, all he would do was smile and grin, as if that were the natural resting position of his face.  But now, whenever he was with her, his desperation for her affection had beaten the twinkle in his eyes into submission.  While a small part of her reveled in that fact, the rest...the rest felt as sad as he did.  Gently, she cupped his cheek, exhaling.  "What am I gonna do with you?"

Negan took her hand, kissing the back of it.  "Oh, I can think of a few things..."