âHe has a little of you in him.â He plays, the key word in his words being little. Taking a glance downward from her words of her and Brett being alone for so long. It hurt him that is was that long. âItâs okay love, donât be sorry.â He kisses her hand one more time as they pull up to a cabin. âAlright, weâre here.â
âI love you, Negan.â Lucille was quiet as the truck stopped in front of a cabin, looking up at her husband and back at the cabin again a confused look appeared on her face, âWhat are you planning, love?â
A smirk slowly forms on Neganâs face ass she asks him the question. âThink of it as one of those fucking stay-cations. Just a fucking nice and romantic vacation.â He says shutting the car off and opening his door. Getting out, he opens the door behind him to grab his trusty bat before heading to Lucilleâs door and opening it for her. âMrs. DiMaggio, our room awaits.â


















