Author's note: Just like before translation is in the parenthesis :-)

Baby, I love you and all I want you to do

Is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hole me

(Please, squeeze)

You really got a hold on me

(You really got a hold on me)

I said you really got a hold on me

(I said you really got a hold on me)

You know, you really got a hold on me

Everyday he made it a point to pass Isa's house old house. How many months along was she? Did she have the baby already? and when he was particularly down Is it even mine? He thought of her every day for a year and then it happened, Merle got put away for ten years. Possession and intent to sell, it was a miracle Daryl didn't go down with him.

The day after Merle's official lock up Daryl walked up the broken concrete sidewalk and knocked on the front door of Isa's house old house.

"What do you want?" A big cholo in a wife beater opened the door and scowled at Daryl.

"Where did Isa go?" even if he got his ass handed to him, he wasn't leaving until he knew.

"Now you care? Little D is nearly six months old." The big man looked him up and down. "You're Daryl right?"

"Yeah," Daryl choked out. "We have a son?"

The other man snorted, "Isa has a son, he ain't yours if you haven't done shit for him." he crossed his arm.

"I'm here to change that." Daryl hoped the man could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Jose, quen es?" (Who is it?") an older woman who Daryl recognized as Isa's grandmother stepped outside the door and looked at Daryl with curiosity.

"El papa de Little D." Jose answered. (Little D's father)

"Ah si, se miran igual. Los ojos especialmente."

"What she say?" Daryl asked chewing on his lips.

"Says Little D looks like you. The eyes especially." Now it was Jose who was studying him.

"Can I call her? I've got to talk to her."

The old woman seemed to understand because she smiled at him and smacked the big man beside her.

"Dale el numero, Isa esta enamorada."

Jose rolled his eyes, "Fine were given you her number, cause Isa is in love with your white ass and every kid needs a father." he walked into the house and came back a second later with a piece of paper in his hand, "Fuck this up and I'm fucking you up, ese." he warned him before handing over the paper.

"I won't, " Daryl promised with everything he had. "not this time." he nodded at the old woman and her grandson and went home.

"Isa?" he held the phone tightly to his ear.

"Daryl?" her voice was as sweet as he remembered.

"Isa where are you? I know we got a son, Jose and yer grandma told me…..I….I want ta meet him. I want ta see you."

"I want that too. I wont keep him from you, I'm not like that."

"But you did!" Daryl nearly yelled, "You split, you took him!"

"I didn't think you cared and it's been so long and you had others." she cried. "He's almost six months, I was sure you didn't care."

"Tell me where you are Isa." Daryl took a shaky breath, "Ain't been no one, not since the first time with you, I fucked up lettin' Merle pressure me inta kissin' that bitch, but it didn't mean nothin' and I swear ta you I didn't fuck her, I ain't even seen her or no one else since. I want us to make a go of it."

She quietly sniffed and cried on the other side of the line, "You got someone else don't cha. Someone smarter than my dumb ass."

"No," she let out a small laugh, "I'm just happy, I hoped you'd find me but never believed you would. There is no one else. I'm in L.A."

"You willin' ta come back home? Got tha place ta myself now. Merle's in jail for at least 10, got me a job as a mechanic. I can give you and my boy a life."

"I think my Abuelita will let me move back in." she agreed happily.

"Naw, not with yer Abuelita, Isa, with me. I wanna make a real go of it."

"Yes! Daryl." she nearly screamed. "We can come home in a couple of weeks."

"I'll be waitin' baby." Daryl grinned, he loved the way that rolled of the tongue, his baby and his baby.

The next two weeks were a whirl wind of activity, he did his best to get his piece of shit house ready for his family, he cleaned out Merle's room and bought a second hand crib and a chest of drawers, it wasn't much but Isa had been living in the living room of her Tia and Little D was sharing a crib with his cousin, at least here they had their own space, that had to be better than what they were dealing with now….right?

Seeing his son in Isa's arms was like nothing he could have imagined. He knew he cared for Isa, but when he set eyes on her again, he knew it was love. She had a small little paunch of a stomach now and he couldn't wait to see it, in all his time with her they'd never seen each other naked, she'd be the first woman to see him so exposed and it was unbelievable to him when she admitted later that the thin white lines or her stretch marks embarrassed her, she was worried they'd turn him off. Daryl couldn't help but laugh considering the mess of scars his back was but if Isa didn't care he could see no reason why he should. Isa showed him a kind of romantic love he'd never known, and his son showed him a familial one. Daryl loved Merle with all his heart but looking at his boy for the first time nearly broke him.

He understood why Isa's family said the boy looked like him, but Daryl saw not only his face looking back, but Merle's and his mothers, only better, brighter, shining with innocence and hope. It took Daryl less than a second to give his heart to the small child and to vow to protect and love him till his dying breath and after.

The transition from being alone to having a family was surprisingly simple. Daryl didn't know shit about having a close family unit. His mama died when he was young, his daddy was hardly ever around (a good thing if we were honest), it was always just him and Merle. He let Isa take the reins and it worked, soon there were bbq's and birthday parties and while Daryl mostly sat quietly at these functions, he was welcomed with open arms. He also welcomed all the help her cousins and brothers offered freely, it seemed nearly everyone had a knowledge of a helpful trade, he let them help and offered his expertise in mechanics whenever possible even though none of her family ever asked for payment and soon his run down house was looking like a home.

There was only one more thing to do.

"Hey Merle." Daryl sat across from his brother with a shy toddler in his arms and it couldn't have been more obvious who's child it was, aside from his hair being just a little bit darker than Daryl's the kid was a split image of his father.

"This is Little D…as in Daryl Jr."

"I see that." his brother nodded, "been keepin' this from me all this time, kid looks about two years old."

"Yeah, one and a half."

"Why brother, so you knocked a bitch up. Id'a helped." Merle looked at him confused.

"Cause this kid." Daryl looked down at his son and smiled as the boy grinned up at him. "He's half Mexican and his Mama ain't some bitch I knocked up, I married her."

Merle sat back, "How long you been with this bi… chick?"

"A while, she left for a bit cause I was a dumb ass too worried 'bout what you and everyone else would think 'stead of being happy."

Merle stared at him for a while, his face changing from angry, to proud, to sad, to acceptance.

"I don't even want ta know how you ended up with this woman, but that kid there is family, and family is family." his brother finally said.

"Isa is family now too."

"Isa, huh." Merle rubbed his head. "Ain't that the neighbor girl? Tha one we used ta laugh at?"

"Yeah, given me more chances than I deserve."

"Yeah," Merle studied his little brother. "I guess."

"Times up!" the guard shouted.

"You bring him ta see his uncle Merle ya hear." his brother demanded before he was lead away.

Daryl nodded, "You bet bro."

He walked out of the prison with his son holding on tightly to his rough hand and toddling next to him.

"That was Uncle Merle." he told his son.

"Tio Mer! Tio Mer!" the young boy squealed next to him.

"Yeah," Daryl laughed, a genuine belly laugh. "Tio Mer, he'll love that."

"Yah," Little D mimicked, laughing just like his daddy.