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Things continued to go on for a few more weeks. During the day, he held Avery whenever he could. He'd hold her, her back to his chest, his arm around her waist and the other under her little butt, and he'd walk around the house or backyard. He'd tell her what stuff was, knowing she didn't understand. She'd coo at him as he talked. The group was surprised by him. Sometimes he'd rock her as they stood, kissing the sides of her head. A few people had even heard him tell her he loved her.

When she took naps, he'd lay in the bed with her, either sleeping too or watching her sleep. When Jillian nursed in their room, he'd sit on the bed and watch. Every thing about Avery surprised him and amazed him. He never wanted her far from his sight. He even took her out into woods a few times a week. He still kept to himself, only talking to the group when he had too. He only talked to Jillian if it was about Avery.

At night, he'd watch Jillian sleep. Three to four nights a week, he'd lock himself in the bathroom. After the outbreak, his sex drive had dropped off. He'd still think about her and sex and still had to jack off every once and a while, but having her in front of him again and in his bed, made his sex drive jump through the roof. He'd either tell her he was going outside or he'd wait until she went to sleep then he'd go to the bathroom and rub one out while thinking about her. He couldn't help himself, sometimes his hands hurt from him wanting to touch her but he never allowed himself too. She was his baby's mama, not his personal sexual playground anymore.

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After they had been in the house about three weeks the group decided to have a bonfire.

Daryl stood by the crib while Jillian tucked the sleeping baby in. He watched as she arranged the blankets around Avery then how she bent down and kissed her forehead. He followed her out of the room, staring at her ass. He already knew he was going to be in the bathroom that night. She was wearing his favorite jeans.

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He sat across the fire from her, watching as the light played off her features. Her smile was still stunning and her eyes sparkled as she talked. They took turns checking on the baby who stayed asleep. Jillian was leaning into Amanda, whispering something to the other girl, while Daryl's hands were opening and closing against his pants. He wanted her so bad, he couldn't think of anything else. He was tired of using his hand, he wanted to feel her again, wanted her to want him and decided to finally do something about it.

Jillian had went in to check on Avery again. She had her back to the stairs and was quietly closing the door when she heard something. She turned around and saw Daryl coming up the stairs. She looked away and took a deep breath. She turned towards him and started walking. He was half way up the stairs when she reached the top.

" She's okay, still sleeping." She said. He nodded as he continued walking. She started down towards him and when they reached each other, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around her upper, left arm. She looked him quickly, feeling like his blue eyes were piercing right into her soul.

" Thought about you, a lot." Daryl said, his voice low. Jillian took a deep breath.

" You did?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. He nodded.

" Wondered what happen to you and where you were." They were quiet for a few minutes and she wondered if he could hear her heart beating. " Did you think about me?" She nodded.

" Yeah, of course I did. I had your baby inside me." She said. Daryl dropped her arm suddenly. He took a step away from her. She had thought about him, but because she was pregnant by him, not because she wondered about him or missed him. Jillian frowned as an expression passed over his face, an expression she didn't recognize.

" You ain't got to check on her anymore. I'm gonna bed." He said.

Without another word to her, Daryl walked up the stairs and down the hall. She turned around to see him disappear into their room. She looked away then sank down to the stairs. He had been staring so hard at her, she had felt naked in front of him. He had virtually ignored her if he wasn't talking about Avery, had hardly looked at her since they found each other, and now he was been staring at her, reducing her knees to water. She brought her hand to her chest as she closed her eyes. She took a few deep breaths. There was a moment there she had thought he was going to kiss her but than he pulled away and the moment was over.

Jillian waited on the stairs for a few minutes before she stood up. She walked back up the stairs on shaky legs. She walked down the hall and slipped into their room. She could make out his figure in their bed. He was laying on his side, the left side and was facing the crib. She walked around to her side of the bed and slipped off her shoes. She could hear her heart in her ears as the blood rushed through her. She wanted him, she wanted him to kiss her again, to pull her under him and slide inside her. She wanted him to make her tremble in the way only he had.

She could see his eyes were closed. She quietly undid her jeans and stepped out of them. He opened his eyes and looked at her, not hiding the fact that they moved down her legs then back up. She was only wearing a white, v neck shirt and her black panties that looked like tight little shorts. Jillian felt heat start to flow through her, starting in between her legs. She picked up the blankets and slipped into the bed, beside him.

She expected him to come to her, expected him to reach for her. She was expecting him to move his hands down her legs before crushing her under his body. Jillian licked her lips without thinking as she looked at him. What she wasn't expecting was for him to turn away from her, giving her his back. Her hopes dropped out as a cold wave moved through her. He laid there a few minutes before he got out of bed quickly and grabbed his pants. He put them on without looking at her, without turning around, than he walked out of their room.

Jillian laid on her back after their door shut behind him. She sighed and rested her hands on her stomach. She had lost all her pregnancy weight, she hadn't put that much on to begin with. She didn't have stretch marks or anything that showed she had just had a baby expect for her breasts. He acted like he couldn't stand her. Her eyes stung with tears she refused to let fall. She kicked the blankets off then got out of bed to put her pajama pants on.

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Daryl sat on the bathroom floor, his back to against the tub, his eyes shut and his hand moving quickly against himself. He knew he was going to cum soon, could feel it building with every stroke. He had turned the sink on to cover his groans because lately he had began to moan louder when he came. He bit his lip as he thought about her in those damn panties. What the hell had she been thinking? He wondered. His mind crashed as he started to orgasm. His head fell back as he groaned low and hard.

He panted from his spot on the floor as his balls started to relax. He cursed as his hand slowed down. His body was tingling from cumming. His orgasm had felt good but it was nowhere near what they had been when he had been inside her. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He had thought about her because he missed her, because he realized he cared about her and what had happen to her. He sighed and put his clean hand into his hair. He didn't want to just have sex with her and if she didn't want him for more than that, then he was going to stay away from her. In the morning he was going to move out of her room. He had too, if he didn't he was sure he was going to lose his mind.