Whats a soulmate? Part 12
Overview- Ella’s finally moved into her new home. Things with Negan have been improving and Ella wants to say them three special words. But is the time right?
Warnings- NSFW, spanking with paddle, roleplay (teacherxstudent)
Notes- hi everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve been on this account but I’ve noticed a few people liking this story again! I’m going to try and continue with it but I do work 3 days out of the week and I’m a single mum to a very hyperactive 6 year old so please bear with me! Anyways, enjoy!
Ella
My new house was like a dream come true. As soon as I paid for the house and collected the keys I immediately drew up all my plans for each room.
Living room, green and white walls, earthy tones, a big corner couch, photos on the walls beside the fire place with a big mirror above it. Lots of plants for decoration.
I wanted to keep the kitchen very modern, pretty much leave it the same with a few plants for decoration. The room that I was going to use for my dads room I decided to set up a play room/ music room, bright colours, I was thinking bows and rainbows for Hazel, maybe some music notes along the top, space for a little piano and my microphone to record songs.
Then for Hazel’s bedrooms I wanted flowers coming from the ground on the walls, a few vines coming down from the ceiling, butterflies on the walls, her name above her crib and a rocking chair in the corner.
I’d keep the guest room pretty simple, I found a beautiful dandelion wallpaper which I was planning on using on one wall and the rest an ivy green. A king size cream ottoman bed so I could store spare sheets under it.
The only room I was really struggling for was my own. I’d found a bed that I liked, it was a wicker style framed ottoman but as for decorations I had no idea. I liked the look of panelling, it would add a little something without it being too much. I knew I wanted light colours but I just wasn’t too sure whether to keep the walls white or maybe add a cream to it.
Negan has helped me so much lately. On the first day we went and bought paint and spent all day sorting hazels room and the living room.
It was a simple ‘borning’ task, but having him there with me actually made it enjoyable. However, at one point we ended up with more paint on us then the walls which led onto hot, amazing shower sex. I wouldn’t have thought that my first sex experience in my new home would be in the shower.
Negan has been doing runs back and forth from Rositas apartment to my house and helping me with shopping and unpacking everything so that my home looks semi moved into.
The living room was practically done and hazels room just needed a few more finishing touches.
While the moving process was going on id stayed between Negan’s and rositas apartments and even had Hazel at Negan’s place one night.
He was so amazing with her, getting up during the night to check on her when she wouldn’t wake for a feed. He woke me up several times worried about her, and although it drove me crazy, it was kind of amazing to see him being so caring about my daughter. He would make an amazing father one day.
Things with Shane were a bit rocky. He was still sulking over Rick finding out about him and Lori. He told me he’d tried to call him several times but of course he was yet to answer. Rick had also taken some time off work which was understandable considering he was Shane’s partner.
Apparently Rick went back to the house to grab some clothes but he’s been staying in a hotel since.
I haven’t reached out yet. My heads been everywhere with the whole money situation, becoming a home owner and working too.
My dad was finally discharged from hospital and moved into the farm. Which gave me more of an excuse to visit. Dad had told me how much he really liked Negan but of course he wanted me to be careful. I was still his baby girl after all.
I was supposed to be spending the day at the house, unpacking a few more things but after a few hours there I decided enough was enough.
I had a little surprise planned for Negan and I was going to wait until I was settled in the house however my boredom and intrusive thoughts got in the way.
After Negan’s confession of wanting to be a school teacher if his career didn’t work out, it stuck with me and I wanted to live out a fantasy. Hot teacher and school girl. The honey moon stage of our relationship was well and truly amazing. Our sex was incredible, the confidence he gave me was something I was so grateful for and I had to show him how much he meant to me.
Hazel was at Shane’s tonight and I wanted to spend the whole night with Negan. Well, I wanted to spend the whole night with Negan inside me.
He was at training all day which gave me the perfect opportunity to set up. It fit perfectly with my lack of effort to unpack the rest of my things in the new house.
I’d ordered a sexy school girl outfit and a paddle that had the words slut across so when it hits the word shows up on your skin.
We’d never used accessory’s apart from a belt around the wrists before so it was getting me extremely excited.
I didn’t tell Negan about my plans. I was supposed to be staying at Rosita’s tonight. I sent him a text to make sure he wasn’t planning on going out after work and once he confirmed he had no plans I headed over to his place and used the spare key he’d had given me while I was staying between his place and Ro’s.
Once I was inside I quickly changed into the outfit which contained a cropped tied shirt which had the buttons at the top undone revealing my cleavage, a tie that I wore loosely and a little red skirt that covered a tiny bit of my ass. I put on some black panties to tie it all together. I placed the paddle beside me and spent the next 5-10 minutes trying to decide which way I should pose on his bed. I wanted to look sexy but maybe this was a bit too far. It was definitely out of my comfort zone already.
Once I heard the front door opening I quickly decided that I’d just sit on the end of the bed with my leg crossed over.
I heard some rustling around and when the footsteps came closer my nerves started racing. As Negan entered the room he was half way pulling his shirt over his head revealing his toned chest.
“Surprise.” I said causing him to jump. I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to scare you.” I couldn’t stop laughing as I stood up and walked over to him.
His hand on his chest, breathing heavily as he looked me up and down. “You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack… and with you dressed like that.. fuck, I may actually have one.” His tongue trailed along his bottom lip as he admired my little outfit.
“You like it Mr smith?” I said in my most flirtatious voice. I gave him a little spin before wrapping my arms around his neck. It felt so cringy but by the look on his face he was enjoying it.
“Oh I fucking love it baby girl… so this is what we’re doing now? Roleplay?” His hands grasped my ass causing a soft moan to fall from my lips. That one movement and I was ready to be him to fuck me.
“If that’s what you want… “ I pressed soft kisses along his neck until I reached his ear lobe, gently tugging on it with my teeth. “I know you like it when I call you mr smith.”
My heart was racing in anticipation. I was so excited for this moment yet so nervous. It was something completely new for me, despite my fantasy, I’d never acted upon them.
“Oh you’ve been a very, very bad girl Ms Greene…” he roughly twisted me in his arms so my back was against him. I could feel his cock already hardening against my ass. My pussy was slick. I could already feel it. “That attitude and Them grades of yours.. fucking unacceptable.”
Fuck, I loved the way he instantly played into the little game I’d created.
“I’m sorry Sir… is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” I bit my bottom lip as my head turned slightly so I could take a look at him. His hands were gripping at my hips. There would definitely be marks there. I moved my ass back, feeling the pressure of his cock straining against his pants. He was big and every time we get to the moment he pushes inside me, I always feel a little scared.
Negan’s hands fisted into my hair, pulling me back slightly, “there’s a few things I could think of that would make up for the grades… but you need to be punished for your attitude.” He instantly pushed me onto the bed so the my legs and ass were hanging off the edge and body was face down. “What do we have here..” he picked up the paddle and examined it. “Slut… perfect word to use for you.” My head turned against the fabric of the bed, getting a good look at my boyfriend, now my fantasy teacher. He looked so fucking sexy, his dominance sent shivers straight to my clit.
I probably would have punched him in the face if he ever called me a slut, but in this moment he can call me whatever he likes and I’d still be a whimpering mess for him.
He lightly brushed the paddle against my ass before taking a swift hit to my right ass cheek. Hard but not too hard. My body jolted and a whimper fell from my lips. “Fuck! The way your ass jiggled after that. You are a dirty little slut aren’t you?” Another hit. This time harder. Another moan, the marks against my ass started to sting slightly, but the pain felt good. I could cope with a few more. A hit on the other side of my ass now. My thighs clenched together, my nipples now fully hard at the slightest breeze vibrated against my heated core. “Answer me. You’re a dirty fucking slut aren’t you?”
“Yes” I moaned out loud, I didn’t anticipate how much this was going to affect me, tease me. But it also excited me, the waiting, having no control over my own body, my own release.
Smack, smack.
Two hits, not as hard but just as painful once they landed in the same spot. I’d lie if I said it didn’t sting, I could feel the raised skin that the paddle had created. I cried out, tears pooled in the edge of my eyes, not from pain, from deep pleasure.
“Yes what!” He demanded in his deep intimidating tone. Another smack from the paddle landed against my ass this time closer to my soaking wet pussy.
“Yes sir!” Whimpers came from my mouth. His hands gently rubbing along the marks he made.
“You can do better than that. What are you?” His hand gripped around the front of my neck, pulling my body up. His over hand around my waist in support. Without him holding me up, I would have fell from the trembling of my legs against his body.
I grasped onto his arm that was around my neck. His kisses and bites coating my neck as he waited for my reply. “I’m a dirty slut.”
“Good girl.” Negan let out a wicked chuckle before he pushed me back onto the bed. The paddle hit my ass so hard I almost jolted across the bed. A small scream fell from my lips, a mix of pleasure and pain. Before I knew it I could feel his wet tongue against my ass, tracing along the lines embedded against my skin. Soft kisses replaced his tongue before he stood me up once again, this time turning me in his arms.
“That’s enough punishment… now… that extra credit.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as I looked up at him. There was something different in his eyes, excitement,desire and dominance. “On your fucking knees. Now.” He demanded. I obeyed, looking up at him with beady eyes. “Now you’re gonna do what I say, you got that?”
“Yes sir.” He bit his lip, smirk still painted on his face. His thumb pushed against my lips.
“Suck.” I opened my mouth slightly, taking his thumb inside my mouth, sucking it gently, my tongue flat against the base of his thumb, imagining it was his cock.
“Mhmm.. now get my cock out.” I pulled his pants and boxers down slightly before taking his cock in my hands. I sometimes forget how big he really was. Sometimes it wasn’t about how big it was just what you could do with it and believe me. He knew.
He was already glistening in precum when I started to jerk him off. His head fell back as moans escaped his mouth. I loved a man that moaned. It showed that they weren’t just mechanical sex bots, he was actually enjoying it and enjoying the way that I make him feel.
“I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Open.” I did as I was told. He buried his cock inside my mouth until resistants hit. I bobbed my head up and down his shaft gaging at times. I wanted to fit him all, I wanted to please him. By the sounds of his moans I was already doing that but I wanted more. I slowly took him back down my throat gagging slightly and managed to deep throat him.
“Holy shit baby girl. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat.” He pulled himself out of my mouth, his cock bouncing up to hit is stomach. His hand collected my hair, holding it into a tight grip. “If it gets too much, tap my leg.” I nodded before he entered my mouth again, thrusting roughly at my face. My tears trailed down my face, mascara probably dripping too. Slobber falling from my lips. I could feel my face going red as my breathing was cutting off. He pulled out for a second so I could breathe before he slammed back inside of me. “You like this don’t you? Getting your face fucked like a little slut. I bet your pussy is fucking dripping” he wasn’t wrong there. I loved this. I could already feel myself building up an orgasm. I was resisting the urge to slip my hand down my panties and play with my pussy while I pleased him, yet I knew that One touch and I’d probably cum.
I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me. He was about to cum and I was ready for it. I wanted to taste him.
A few more deep thrusts and he exploded in my mouth. Groaning out loud and releasing my hair. As he pulled his cock from my mouth I made sure that I sucked every last bit of cum from him. Swallowing his load.
“Fuck baby girl… look at you.” I didn’t need to. I probably looked a mess, mascara down my face, cum dripping from my lips. His thumb dragged across my lip, collecting some left over cum before he pushed it back in my mouth. “You just swallowed every last bit of cum. I think that deserves a reward… get on the bed. Legs spread.”
“Yes mr smith.” I carefully climbed onto the bed, centring myself in the middle of it. My legs spread showing my lace panties and the wet spot that was already there. I was Ready for whatever my reward would be.
“Get them panties off and touch yourself for me.” Negan stood at the end of the bed looking down at me. I didn’t hesitate to his request. I was desperate to be touched. I wanted him to do it but if I had to I’d just have to imagine it was him.
My fingers brushed up the slick of my folds, a loud moan echoing around the room as I finally had the chance to pleasure the ache between my legs.
“That’s it baby, rub that clit of yours.” My fingers circled around my throbbing clit as I watch Negan’s cock twitching and hardening once again. He started to rub himself as he watched me dip my fingers in and out of my tight pussy. “Tell me what you want.”
I knew he wasn’t asking for a simple answer. He wanted details. “I need you to fuck me sir. I need to cum, not because of myself, but I want you to make me cum. I need your cock pounding me.” I moaned aloud, my orgasm building up, ready to explode at any minute. “Please, please I need to cum.”
the bed dipped at Negan’s weight climbing between my legs. He moved my hands away denying me the pleasure to cum. I pouted softly, annoyed that I couldn’t have what I wanted. “Not yet.” His fingers instantly entered me, rough and hard. My back arched, I grasped onto his arm. “Fuck you’re dripping… I need to prepare you for my cock princess.” Another finger entered me, stretching me out for his cock. I was desperate.
“Please just do it, I don’t care.” I really didn’t. I just needed him inside me. I needed a release.
“If you say so.” He lined himself up with my entrance and slammed into me. His thrusts pounding against my sweet spot causing my legs to spasm. My orgasm was about to hit. He grabbed the tie around my neck and wrapped it around his fist, tightening it to slightly choke me while he fucked me silly.
“Mr smith I’m gonna … fuck.. please can I.” I begged him. His smile turned wicked, his other hand brushed against my pussy, circling my clit.
“Give it to me you fucking slut.”with a few more thrusts and his words I couldn’t take it, my arousal exploded, I came. Fast and hard. My screams surrounding the room.
“That’s it baby girl” his movements didn’t slow, if anything they increased, I didn’t even have time to recover from my high before another orgasm built up. “Your pussys so tight, my cock was perfectly made for you. Who do you belong to?”
“You, I belong to you Negan.” It wasn’t even about the roleplay anymore. This was different. I didn’t belong to some fantasy we played out. I belonged to Negan smith, the gentleman, the baseball player that made me feel so many emotions.
“That’s right baby girl, only me.” This is the man that I loved… no I can’t be in love yet. It’s only been 5 weeks of us being together… 7 of me knowing him. I shook the thoughts from my head as his thrusts mixed between hard and rough, soft and gentle.
“Harder… I’m gonna cum.” I could feel it, but this time it felt different. I’ve only ever experienced this once with my vibrating dildo.
His speed instantly sped up, hand back against my clit, rubbing rough circles. “Fuck… yes right—“ my pussy clenched against him before my orgasm pushed his cock from my body. My juices squirting all over his cock. I’d only ever done that once. Never has a man made me squirt and honestly I loved it. It was the best high I’ve had.
“Fuck yes.. I just made you fucking squirt.. have you ever squirted?” Well that was prove Negan liked it. Redness blushed in my cheeks.
“Once.. with a toy.” I was honest. I wanted him to be proud that he made me cum that hard.
His fingers collected some of my juices, abd he bought his fingers to his lips, “so sweet… you think you can give me another one baby girl.” I gave him a nod even though I had no idea if I could do that again. But then again, My pussy was extremely sensitive right now. It wouldn’t take much, and by the twitch in his cock he was close too.
“I wanna ride you…” Negan licked his lips and without hesitation, he leant back against the headboard. I carefully climbed on top of him, sliding his cock into my pussy. My arms strapped around his neck as his held onto my waist, helping me with my movements.
Our lips kissed gently, matching the movements of our body. “That’s it baby girl… think you could go faster for me. I’m gonna cum soon.” His voice was now soft. Encouraging. I picked up the speed, grinding my hips against him harder, arching my back. I felt his cock throbbing inside of me, his moans engulfed me. His cum shot out inside of me but I wasn’t ready to stop. My movements continued, hard and rough.
“Fuck … Negan.. so fucking good.” A stomach clenched, I reached another earth shattering, toe curling orgasm. I lifted my body from him as my squirt came out, spraying over his chest and body. Our cum mixed together. My body collapsed against his. Our breathing heavy. Our body’s sweaty.
“Fuck sunshine… you’re gonna be the death of me.” Negan finally spoke up after a few minutes.
“Hopefully no time soon.” I looked up at him and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “I lo-“ love you. Stop Ella. Not now. “Look a mess…we should probably shower and change the sheets.” I quickly got of him. Scared that my embarrassment would flush my face.
The rest of the night was filled with laughter, cuddles and amazing sex. I was sure that i was going to need to spend the whole day in bed tomorrow just to recover. Or maybe the rest of the week. But I had shit to do. I had a few more days to get my house ready before I finally move in to my new home.
Yesterday was my final night staying at Rosita’s apartment. I’d be lying if I said there were no tears. There was. A lot of them too.
It may seem bizarre considering that we will still see each other all the time, but when id lived there for nearly 7 months, seeing my best friend every day, it was upsetting to leave. I felt at home there even when there was a part of me that told myself it wasn’t. I always knew that it was just temporary, but similar to the farm, it was another home for me. It was the place where my baby girl passed some milestones and memories were created.
Now I had my own home, I can create new memories with friends and family. Making sure my daughter has all her key moments there. As much as I’d love to relax and spend the whole night at my new place, duty called.
My Friday was busy as always. The band has been working on some of my original songs and we’d managed to land a gig in one of the best bars in town. A place where artists like Luke Bryan started out. Luke was one of my favourite country artists and although I didn’t really dip into the country genre myself- I was always way to afraid that id butcher it- I was a massive country lover at first.
My dad used to constantly play the likes of Johnny Cash, Dolly Parton and Kenny Rodgers when I was younger. Then in my teenage years I’d found the likes of Luke Bryan, Carrie Underwood, Morgan Wallen and Chris Stapleton. I’d never really got to bond with my friends back home when it came to music. However, coming back home was different.
Im working a day shift at the bar today, I’d opened up and prepared for the flood of customers that would hit around 9pm. For now, I hooked my speaker up to my favourite country playlist and tended to the very few customers that were in the bar. Mainly the older folk that came in as soon as we opened and left when we closed.
I was singing along to one of Morgan Wallen’s latest songs ‘20 cigarettes’, wiping down the bar and filling pints up.
“You ever thought about goin country.” Daryl spoke up from the end of the bar. He’d came in about 10 minutes ago and took a seat at the bar to fill in some paper work and inventory.
He had his own office but apparently it was ‘too quiet’ to concentrate. He must be the only guy I know who thinks working in noise is better than working in quietness. Actually let me rephrase that, working in multiple different noises combusted into one sound. I personally had to work with music or the tv in the background- apart from exams of course.
I rested my chin on my hand, leaning against the section of the bar he’s at, peeping at the papers spread out. “British people don’t do country right. I’d butcher it before I start.”
Daryl looked up at me with a shrug “you sounded good then. Suits you.”
His phone vibrated against the bar and I naturally took a glance over and noticed the caller ID ‘Beth Greene’. “Why the hell is my sister callin you?” We went to grab the phone at the same time, glaring at each other as both of our hands grabbed each side of the phone.
“Well maybe if you let me answer I’ll find out,” he bit back, our eyes still glaring back at each other. The phone beneath our hands still vibrating.
“Then let me rephrase that- why do you have my sisters number.”
“She gave me it at the party.”
“Again, why do you have my sisters number.”
“We’re friends.”
“You don’t have friends.” Okay, that was a bit harsh, but it was the truth. I’d never seen him with any friends or girlfriends actually.
“You’re my friend.” He answered. Yeah, I guess I’m his friend but apart from us at the bar.
“I’m one of your employees.” I rolled my eyes, tightening my grip on his phone.
“Then if you don’t let go of my phone you’re fired.”
“Hey! I’m your friend you can’t fire me.”
“You just said you’re my employee, therefore I can fire you.”
“Uh hey guys…” Glenn, another one of my employees, not one of Daryl’s friends, walked behind the bar ready to start his shift which meant I had two hours left. Yet me and Daryl didn’t look away from the staring match we’d started.
“Hi”
“Glenn’s fucking Maggie” Daryl and I replied to glen at the same time.
“Daryl that was confidential!”
My head instantly turned to Glenn and my grip loosened on the phone that was no longer ringing. Daryl quickly dashed into the back as my stare gleamed into Glenn. I was surprised I didn’t burn a hole into his body. “You’re fucking my sister!”
“N-no… I mean.. fuck.. we’re dating.. seeing each other.” Glen stuttered with his answer, a slight shake of his body, and the terror in his eyes. “She wanted to tell you herself but you’ve been so busy.”
“I haven’t been THAT busy! What the fuck! Why didn’t you tell me.” I could feel the tension in the way my brows were stuck in a v shape. If I kept scowling at him any longer I’d probably be stuck like this.
I knew Maggie and Glenn had talked at my party but I thought it was some harmless flirting. No wonder she’s been so happy and jumpy around me lately.
Happy… I took a deep breath and softened my face. “If you hurt her I will kill you Dexter style and chop your body into tiny pieces.”
“I won’t.” Glenn’s face didn’t budge from that terrified state. Good. I hope he remembered my scowl in his nightmares. “Just … don’t say anything yet please. Let her tell you.”
“No promises… but I’ll try.” I sighed and grabbed myself a shot of tequila. I was going to need something to take the edge off while I go find out the real reason my sister was calling my boss.
Just as I went to walk into the bar I heard a deep southern accent behind me, belonging to the one and only Rick Grimes. “I’ll take a double whisky.. neat please.” He asked Glenn who took my hint with the shot.
“Rick?” I turned the corner to where the main part of the bar was.
He looked well, surprisingly. His hair was gelled back. His signature hat resting against the bar, a button down shirt and jeans. He gave me a small smile, “Ella, I was actually hoping you were workin, you got a minute to talk?”
That shocked me. I wouldn’t want to talk to me after what I did, not in a million years. Okay that’s a bit exaggerated, but I didn’t expect him to talk to me this soon.
“Yeah of course, Glenn, put his drink on my tab.” I replied as Glenn put his whisky down, Glenn gave me a slight nod to say yes and I walked out of the bar and signalled to a table away from the rest of the few people in the bar.
“Thank you.” Rick raised his glass once we were sat down.
I messed around with the locket around my neck, needing to do something with my hands. I didn’t know what to do. Do I talk first? Do I bring the situation up? Ask how he is? Compliment him?
“So… you look good. I like your shirt.”
I like your shirt?
Really, Ella? It’s a beige button down, what’s to like. I could practically feel the heat of my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Rick chuckled a little, “uh.. thank you? Look El, I um.. I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have took it out on you.”
As much as I didn’t want to, I already knew I was giving him the most sympathetic look. I do feel sympathetic towards him but I know from experience that it can sometimes make you feel silly. “I am really sorry, Rick… I should have told you the truth. I was selfish and thought i was doing you a favour by not telling you… after I … I found them together-“
“You actually found them together?” I nodded with a gulp trying to dislodge the bubble that was forming in my throat.
The memories flashing through my head of that day. Goodbye kiss, drive to campus, cancelled class, take out, noises, neighbour in bed with my boyfriend.
Rick reached his hand over and rested it against mine, rubbing a thumb against it gently. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t realise.”
“It’s not your fault… I didn’t want you to feel like… well this… I knew that you’d eventually find out but I didn’t want to be responsible for causing you that hurt… so that’s why I’ve been so sour against Lori.” I shrugged a little, trying to fight back the tears in my eyes. “She told me she was going to tell you after the Shane incident at the park… I almost felt bad for her.. she saw how Shane was treating me and felt guilt for me, felt guilty in general I suppose… I told her I can’t keep this from you anymore, you’ve done so much for me and god knows you deserve more than her… and Shane.”
Rick nodded and took his drink right back, the whole thing gone. He had so much more to lose than me, he was married to Lori and had a child with her. “Well I only found out from a text message I’d found on her phone… happened more than once.” The night before my birthday. “I met with a lawyer today. Drew up some divorce papers.”
“I’m sorry, Rick.” Divorce. I knew deep down that’s what was very likely to happen. Yet, some part of me didn’t believe he would go through with it, not this soon anyway. “Have you spoken to either of them?” I’d seen them both since the incident, not together luckily. I’d obviously kept contact with Shane, I had no choice in that matter, he was Hazels father and despite what I was feeling I had to push them aside for her. I refused to let my child grow up in a broken home with conflict constantly.
I’d ran into Lori whilst I was at the mall shopping for new home bits. She asked if we could go grab a coffee and talk about what happened but I politely declined. I appreciated the gesture but I needed to focus on myself and my own mental health. Maybe one day I’d have the strength to talk to her- definitely not any time soon.
Rick leant back in his chair, tapping against the table as he did. He shook his head slightly and sighed “not really, Lori tried to talk to me when I was grabbin some things but that’s about it. I go back to work tomorrow so avoiding Shane ain’t gonna be an option… I was thinking about putting a transfer in, try get another partner but the sad thing is—“
“You two work so well together, youre the best on the force.” I offered a soft sympathetic smile. The truth was Rick and Shane worked really well together, maybe it’s because they were best friends or the good cop bad cop thing worked perfectly for them. I could never imagine them not working together. They’re like peanut butter and jelly (jam) they seem so different but they go so well together.
“What do you think I should do?” I honestly have no idea. Like I said, they’re the best on the force, yet will this just cause more conflict, Cause them to mess up on an important case?
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I gathered my words, “if you’re asking me on a professional basis, I’d say that shit happens and for work you need to push them problems aside.. however, as your friend and someone who’s in a similar situation, I’d tell you to either talk to him first or transfer… maybe whoever they put you with works just as good” doubtful. Every doubtful.
“I should talk to him. See what he has to say.” He said.
“Do you want me to do it with you?” I knew how he was feeling to some extent. Although Lori wasn’t my best friend, we were still close, close enough that she’d be one of my contacts to call if I needed help-that’s if Rosita or Princess never answered.
Rick shook his head and put his hat back on, “no, you’ve already helped more than you know. I also wanna apologise for starting when Hazel was in the car, I should have waited until you were gone.”
“Don’t apologise, i probably would have done the same thing… I mean I kinda tripped up your wi… Lori, when Carl was there and played it off as an accident… sorry about that.” A few weeks ago I dropped some things off at Shane’s house and found Lori and Rick there with their son Carl. I got so irritated by her being there that I made her trip over. Karma’s a bitch but in that instant I was karma.
Rick chuckled and shook his head “El, I ain’t stupid, I knew it weren’t an accident, I just didn’t know why you did it, now it makes sense.”
“Not my proudest moment.” I laughed slightly, relieving some of the tension between us.
I’m glad he reached out, things seem like they’re finally getting better. I have a new home, my relationship is perfect, my dad’s out of hospital, the bands making a move and I’m on track to my last year of pre med.
Rick stands up and smiles slightly.“Well I’ll let you get back to your shift. Thank you for this Ella.”
I stood up and gave him a hug, “I’m always here if you need anything at all.” I added before he left.
The rest of my shift went by pretty quickly. The bar stayed quiet for the most part. It was mainly just the regulars who come down for a drink after work in the office. A group of girls came for happy hour which meant I was making a lot of cocktails. I didn’t mind though, they were all lovely and gave big tips as well which I appreciated.
Before I headed out for the night I couldn’t leave without having that talk with Daryl. He hadn’t left his office since he ran off with his phone and I thought I’d leave him there and make him suffer while he filled in his paper work without any background noise.
I politely knocked before walking in, he was leaning back against his chair, tapping the pen on the arm rest and holding a folder with the other hand, “struggling in silence?” I smirked and sat down on the chair in front of his desk.
“I don’t struggle, I get shit done.” Typical, in denial Daryl.
I reached over grabbing the paper and looking through the list of things, “half of this shit is wrong you know?” I glanced up to him and back down, grabbing one of the pens I amended some of the inventory amounts and prices before handing it back to him.
“Now, explain.” I crossed my arms, sitting back against the black leather chair I was sitting in.
“Uh, we need more than I thought?” He huffed and sat up straight, raising one brow toward me.
“Funny. Why. Was. My. Sister. Calling. You.” I didn’t have time to waste with the dramatics. My man was waiting for me and it was my first night in my new home.
“We are friends, I ain’t lyin about that… El I swear to you now, ain’t nothin goin on. She’s too young for me, she acts too young, I would have thought you were older than her.” He had a point. Although Beth is 4 years older than me, she was very… naive I suppose you could say. She wanted to believe that the world was full of rainbows and sunshine’s and that’s why I worry so much about her. She doesn’t realise the bad in the world.
I sighed and stood up from the chair, “if I find out it’s something more I’ll tie you to that chair, grab that cross bow you got hanging and shoot you with it multiple times.” I motioned over to the cross bow that was pinned to Daryl’s wall.
“I don’t expect anything less… now move, go home.”
It was so nice to finally have a night in my own home. I would have liked Hazel to be home too but it was Shane’s night with her and it was too late for me to pick her up.
When I got back to my place, Negan was already there cooking dinner for us both. I’d gave him one of my spare keys to have as he’s been helping out while I’ve been working. The place smelt amazing, a mix of Cherry Bakewell candle and whatever he was cooking.
He’d even ran me a bath with candles potted around the edge, a bottle of wine sat waiting on the side with some new pyjamas and my current book that I was reading.
I’m starting to believe that Negan was actually born a woman. He’s literally like the guys you read about in them books- all written by women. Or maybe this is just how real men are. Actually showing the woman in their life real love.
I stayed in that bath until the water turned cold. The last time I had a bath was when I was still living with Shane. I only had a shower at Rositas apartment so I was taking full advantage of my huge bath tub.
Of course my new pyjamas had a sun pattern all over them. He was never going to let this go. Part of me didn’t want him too, either. I liked his little nickname for me and the meaning that he tells people. I just need one for him now.
When I finally made my way downstairs in my new PJs, wet hair wrapped in a towel and my fluffiest slippers, Negan was setting up two spaces at the island.
I hadn’t managed to buy a kitchen table yet but I’d found some black and gold stools that worked perfectly around the island.
“How was your bath, Baby?” He pressed a quick kiss against my lips before he opened up the wine cabinet to grab a bottle of my favourite White. I’d already drank a bottle while I was in the bath. The book I was reading was extremely tense and I found myself grabbing the glass multiple times throughout my read, then when I reached for the bottle and found it empty I realised I probably should get out, plus my bath may as well then been an ice bath.
“Amazing… would have been better if you were with me.” I wrapped my arms around his back resting my head against him while he poured two glasses of wine. “Are you trying to get me drunk? I’ve already finished the bottle in the bathroom and now this.” I laughed a little, still not moving from where I was stood.
Negan chuckled and rubbed his hand along one of my arms. “Maybe next time, tonight was about relaxing you. Do you want me to get you a juice box instead?”
“Pft, no… unless it’s cherries and berries then definitely.” I role my eyes and walk over to the oven, trying to get a peak of what he was cooking. Whatever it was smelt amazing but took a long time considering I’ve been in the bath for at least an hour.
As I went to open the oven door Negan quickly grabbed my arm to stop me, “don’t disturb the chefs kitchen, sit your pretty ass down and wait.” A smirk tugged at his lips and brow raised while he looked down at me. I was ready to get down on my knees right there and let him do whatever he wanted to me. Just with that one look.
But of course little miss Ella here thought she was being brave after a bottle of wine and decided to stand up and challenge him.
“And if I don’t?” Negan’s smirk dropped and replaced with a stern look which was actually kind of intimidating. Okay maybe this was a stupid idea. My confidence may be high but my height definitely wasn’t so even with me standing up as straight as I can, he still towered over me and he was slouching.
“Do you really want to find out?” Negan stood straight up, his arms crossed looking even more intimidating than before. Somehow it also made him look even sexier. My deranged -slightly tipsy- mind, was running free with all the filthy ideas he could do to me.
I could play this two ways, challenge him or sit down. Whatever he was cooking smelt really good and I wouldn’t want the time he spent cooking it to go to waist. Yet, seeing him like that sent tingles down my spine. I copied his actions, folding my arms in-front of my chest, but with a smirk on my face. “Yes. I do.”
Negan shook his head with a slight snicker. “You asked for it.”
Next thing I know, I’m being thrown over his shoulders and carried to one of the stools. I let out a giddy laugh holding onto his shirt, “Negan! Stop!” I laugh as he puts me down on the chair and pushes it to the edge of the island. Well I wasn’t expecting him to just put me there. Maybe it was for the best.
“Now stay there while I finish up.” He grabs a glass of wine and places it infront of me while he finishes what he’s cooking.
I rested my chin on my hand admiring the man I have in my life, he was so perfect, so sweet and loving.
“I could get use to this, seeing you cook while I wait with a glass of wine.” I grab my glass of wine, taking a little sip, watching him dish out our food.
Negan chuckles and shakes his head “I could get used to this too, I like doing this for you.”
If someone had asked me a few months ago where do you see yourself in the future, my answer would be probably be going back to Shane, still working in the bar, attending med school and not very happy.. but ask me now and I’d say I see myself happy, enjoying every moment, still working at the bar, performing with the band and going to med school while having an amazing man by my side, helping me raise my little girl, and creating wonderful memories.
I never thought I deserved this kind of love. This kind of love only happened in fairy tails, I wasn’t supposed to get Prince Charming or the castle, I was a village girl. Yet here I am. Sitting in my castle, watching my prince cook me an amazing dinner and knowing that I’m going to bed with a big smile on my face.
“Dinner is served.” Negan placed two plates on the island and sat down beside me. My mouth dropped when I saw what he was cooking. It explained why it took so long.
He’d made me a British classic- a ‘Sunday’ roast. Chicken, mash, roast potatoes, broccoli, parsnips, carrots, all covered in gravy. He’d even made homemade Yorkshire puddings which were so hard to get right and they actually looked really good. “You made me a roast? The yorkies look amazing.”
I was still gobsmacked that he’d gone to the effort to make this for me.
“The what?” He laughed at my yorkie comment. That’s what we usually call a Yorkshire pudding for short, they’re the best part of a roast dinner.
“The Yorkshire pudding, aka yorkies for short… I can’t believe you’ve made this.” I took a bite of the roast potatoes and it felt like I was biting into heaven. I think I may have actually moaned at the taste. How could they taste this good? Maybe it was just because I hadn’t had a roast dinner in almost two years of it was the wine talking.
I’d cooked a full British roast dinner when I’d first started staying at Shane’s but of course his bland taste buds didn’t like it so I never cooked it again. “Well you mentioned that it was one of your favourite meals back home so I thought I’d try cook it, I even found a British recipe.” He took a bite of his food and nodded in approval “this is good, maybe we should make it a regular thing.”
“Well typically, we have it on a Sunday, that’s why we call it a Sunday roast or Sunday dinner.” I didn’t care how I looked right now, stuffing my face with all the delicious food In front of me. “The roasties are good but mine are better.” I smirk and take another bite. Mine were the best, however, these were pretty close.
It’s a British thing to always compare your roast dinners to other people, everyone’s roasts are always ‘the best.’
“So I take it roasties are the potatoes?” He took a bite of his “these are good, but if you think you can do better than next time you’re cooking.” Oh most definitely.
I could already see our Sundays from now on. He’d either stay the night before and we’d wake up, have a quick breakfast, prepare the food, go for a morning walk with Hazel, maybe a trip to the park then come home and finish the dinner, he’d be watching Sunday sports and playing with Hazel then we’d sit as a family and eat, after we’d go out and enjoy the sunset or stay in and play some games. Sundays are for family.
“I can’t wait to show you how they’re actually done.”
We spent the next hour or so eating and talking about my childhood in England which turned into how work was. I filled him in on my conversation with Rick and his plans.
After we’d finished eating I started to clean up but Negan insisted that he helps. It was actually kind of fun cleaning together, we had a good few laughs and random acts of affection throughout the time. It just reassured me more that I have made the right choice starting a relationship with him. The right choice that I fell in love with him.
It was clear that these feelings are so much more than like. I do love him, a lot. I love his kindness, I love his messy hair in the morning, the way he puts that leather jacket on anywhere we go even if it’s like 90 degrees then when it’s cold out he wraps it around me without me having to even comment that it’s cold. I love the way he is with Hazel, he treats her so well and I just know that he’s going to do everything for us even when he doesn’t have too. I knew I loved him yet saying it was so hard. I didn’t know when was the right time, if he feels the same way, should I be saying it in a special way? After a special moment?
We decided to sit outside on the porch swinging seats with our wines and a blanket over us. It was one of them warm nights with a slight breeze, clear skies showing all the stars.
“So it’s your big game tomorrow? Are you nervous?” Negan’s first big tournament was tomorrow with the new team. He’d been preparing for weeks and getting the guys up to his standard.
I’d told Negan that I wouldn’t be able to make it to the game as I’ve got to take my dad to an appointment which is technically true.. but it’s just way before his game. Simon had managed to get tickets for Hazel and me and I bought some personalised jerseys that I couldn’t wait to wear. Trying not to slip up this week has been a nightmare but I did it, just a few more hours to go.
Negan rubbed my legs gently that draped over his, “a little bit. More for how the fucking guys are gonna act but I’m excited to be back out there… I’ll make sure Sarah records the whole thing for you.” Sarah is Simon’s-Negan’s best friend- wife and the real estate agent that helped me get this house. Since i signed the papers the four of us went for a celebration dinner and bonded really well. Despite neagns’s alcohol ban on his team mates until the game started, he let it slide for a couple of drinks.
I faked a frown and tried to mask my slight smirk that was threatening to make an appearance. I couldn’t let my secret go to waste now, I’d been holding it in for too long. “I’m sorry I can’t make it baby, but I’ll be trying to watch it on my phone when I can. I know you’ll do amazing.” I lent over pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek.
I’m actually really excited to see him playing, he’s seen me at work and performing so many times but I’ve never actually seen him working at all. I haven’t wanted to be a distraction while he’s gearing the team up for the big game. Although the saviours are a great team, they’re no where as good as Negan’s last team back in Virginia but hopefully with his influence they kick ass at every upcoming game.
The first night in my own home felt strange. Maybe it was because I wasn’t awoken by Hazel’s cries or hearing anyone above me arguing, maybe it was the feeling of Negan next to me. I’d only ever slept at his house and I’d got used to the surroundings of his apartment. This was all still fresh. I slept great don’t get me wrong, but the feeling I woke up with was very different, but it was something I’d get used to.
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