Holy Cow! What is this...an update?! Pigs are officially flying my friends. So...who watched the MSP...I raised my hand...and you guys can't see me...moving on! I still think that Beth is alive, even after the hallucination, I still think she's out there. Just waiting to get back to our favorite crossbow wielding badass. And I could go on all day about theories and how things don't add up, but we don't have that kind of time...trust me...we don't. I've been driving my beta cybil2113 and my husband absolutely insane. You can also send a big thank you to cybil2113 for yelling at me practically every day to get this out. ALright...on to the story. As always I do not own anything and no profit was made.

Nesting...was a terrifying thing. Hershel and Annette warned him that Beth was a tidy person even before the pregnancy, but when the nesting urges hit Beth they hit hard. She was scrubbing every surface when someone so much as touched it. She had 3 different toothbrushes she used for cleaning different areas and the other day she cried because Daryl left a sock on the floor. A SOCK! Daryl was a day away from tearing his hair out. It had gotten to the point where work was his vacation from home.

"So how's the new house?" T-Dog asked nonchalantly. He enjoyed ribbing Daryl about Beth, he'd personally seen Beth's crazy mood swings.

"Clean...everything is really clean."

"I bet." Leaning back as he smirked at him.

"And the whole damn house smells like pie."

"Pie?"

"She won't stop bakin'." Daryl ran his hands through his hair exasperatedly. "I told her the other day that she needed to take a break or she was going to wear herself out. Then she started screaming at me that she wasn't a child and she didn't need my help."

"Sounds terrifying." T-Dog chuckled as he wiped his hands on a rag. "She still pissed?"

"Nah. Ended up having sex and then she fell asleep."

"Man...I would not want to be in your shoes. Speaking of sex...how's that going?" Daryl glared at him for a moment, but gave an exasperated sigh when he saw he wasn't going to drop it.

"It's pretty constant. When she ain't bakin' she's jumpin' me." T-Dog let out a throaty chuckle. "Swear ta God it's like she's trying to make another and she ain't even had the first two yet. I mean I ain't complainin' or nothin', its good, real good, I just can't seem to ever get a break. And she's huge. I mean really big and it's like I'm afraid we're gonna hurt you know…" He stopped and looked around, lowering his voice a little then turning his attention back to T-dawg " I mean I just don't wanna hurt nothin'. " You can see the embarrassment rising up to his ears. " Shit, she even wakes me up to get some. I almost want to tell her no sometimes. "

"Oh...poor baby...want me to get you a warm bath and hear all about your issues with your wife being horny?"

"Shuddup! I ain't being a pussy 'bout it, just tired is all." Daryl rolled his eyes.

"Well don't worry none about hurting nothing, it's healthy for women to get it in while they are pregnant. I think you're supposed to at the end to help speed things along." He looked at Daryl's uncomfortableness and chuckled a little. "So...with all this baking and fucking how's the nursery coming along?"

"That's the one thing she hasn't been goin' crazy 'bout. It's a good thing too, Annette's been taking Beth out Saturday while Hershel and I have been working on the room. Just finished painting it last weekend and now we're putting the furniture together. We only have a few weeks left and Beth could go any day now." T-Dog nodded and moved to start working on the next car.

Time seemed to move quickly as they worked in silence. Just as Daryl turned to tell T-Dog he was heading home his phone rang out loudly. T-Dog couldn't help chuckle as Daryl rolled his eyes and pressed the phone against his ear.

"Whatta ya need Beth?" he paused momentarily awaiting her response. "BUT I JUST BOUGHT A GALLON OF MILK YESTERDAY!" he slapped his forehead. "Nah, baby doll, I ain't yellin' at ya...calm down...I'll be home with some milk in 'bout a half hour."

By the time Daryl had made it home the sun was just starting to set. He would usually come home to find Beth sitting on the front porch watching the beautiful colors that seemed to paint the sky, but tonight she wasn't outside.

"Great..." He mumbled to himself. "Probably fuckin' bakin' 'gain..." He opened the door slowly, milk out in front of him as a peace offering for the yelling earlier. "..or not." he groaned as the sight of his wife snoring on the couch dampened all his thoughts of getting laid that night


Beth felt bad about her mood swings. She really did, but she couldn't help it and muffins helped...they helped everything. She set another round of banana nut muffins on the counter when she heard the front door open.

"Well hello there Betty Crocker...and are we feeding the homeless today or just one lonely, pregnant woman?"

"Shove it up your ass Maggie!" Beth spat out at her as she took a bite of a muffin. "OH! Too hot, too hot!"

"Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine today?!" Maggie's eyebrows shot up. "You figured sweets would make you happy. Beth loved her sister she really did, but these everyday visits were becoming a pain in her ass.

"So...how's the sex?"

"Excuse me?!" Beth's hand immediately went to her chest.

"Oh...don't even give me that...we both know how you got into this..." Maggie motioned to her stomach "…situation."

"Really?!"

"Yea...Really." Maggie picked up a muffin and took a bite before setting it back down. "So tell me, how's the sex?"

"Did you just set my muffin down?! Is there a problem with my muffins?!"

"Don't change the subject Bethy...How's. The. Sex?"

"Oh My God Maggie! You don't even know...I may have to be pregnant constantly if it's always going to be like this." Maggie let out a loud snort "And that's all the details I'm giving you."

"Why?!" Her sister hollered in mock annoyance. "You don't think Daryl talks about sex with his super-hot, super pregnant wife at work?"

"Daryl most certainly does not talk about that!"

"Daryl doesn't talk about what?" Both women turned to see the man of the hour staring at them with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you talk about sex with Beth at work?"

"Uuuhhh." Daryl was doing anything...looking for any exit when Maggie let out a long low whistle as his eyes continued to widen and Beth's face grew red. She wasn't sure whether it was due to embarrassment or rage, all Maggie knew was that she didn't want to be in their home anymore.

"And on that note...I'm gonna go." Maggie leaned over and kissed her sisters cheek before walking over to where Daryl stood looking absolutely terrified. "Deep breaths, Daryl. Deep calming breaths."

"So..." Beth smirked at Daryl wickedly. "You talk about our sex life at work?"

"Well...uhh...I mean" Daryl stumbled over his words, trying to come up with anything to cover his ass.

"Want to give the guys something to talk about tomorrow?"


She had 3 cleaning toothbrushes. One for the kitchen, one for the guest bathroom and one for the master bathroom. She scoured the house every day, her mama said that everything was normal and that she was ten times worse than she was, but she was pretty sure she was just being nice. Maggie babied her, asking if she needed help as she cleaned grout on her hands and knees.

"It was clean twenty minutes ago." Maggie sighed. "It was clean yesterday and the day before that and the day before that."

"MAGGIE!" Beth jerked her head around to glare at her older sister, but her hand never stopped scrubbing or cleaning. "If you're going to sit there and snark at me you can leave."

"Bethy...you're being crazy...absolutely insane. This house is clean and everything is fine." Maggie moved to the front of her and grabbed her shoulders, causing her to stop cleaning and move to a sitting position. "Beth...you need to rest."

"I know, but...I'm almost done and after all of this I'm going to get started on the nursery. I have furniture to put together and...Oh my God...we still have to paint!"

"Beth...deep breaths. You have several weeks and I'm sure Daryl can handle all that manly stuff. You really don't need to be doing any of that. Plus, you can't go around breathing paint in pregnant, it's not healthy for the baby."

Maggie managed to talk Beth into sitting down and watching TV. Since Daryl, and to a lesser extent Maggie, had put a ban on baking, she had settled for watching some cook off. Which didn't help her pregnancy cravings at all. She wanted...well whatever the hell that lady was cooking on TV...she didn't care what was in it, but it looked delicious. It felt nice taking a breather. Just sitting there watching TV and learning about the art of cooking. God she wanted some friend chicken...and macaroni...She wanted food! Unfortunately that involved getting up...and the fridge was so far away. Did they train assistance animals for pregnant women who were too lazy to go to the fridge? They should.

Everything was going great, she was relaxing and slightly hungry, but that was normal. And then that damn decorating show came on. She normally loved them, they gave her great ideas for the new house, but this one had to be about nurseries. FUCKING NURSERIES...she had to do something. She couldn't just sit here and play couch potato. Daryl and Beth hadn't decided which room the babies were going to be in, but Beth had a good idea of which one she wanted to use. It was the second biggest bedroom with a window that faced the woods. If you looked hard enough you could even get a glimpse of the stream that cut through their property.

Beth hoisted herself off the couch determined that she would at least go sit in the room and get a good idea of what she wanted to do. She was thinking green, Maggie had said yellow, but yellow was definitely not a boys color, but girls liked green. She liked green at least.

She waddled down the hallway and yes, waddled was the correct word. Her hips had shifted and she was uncomfortable, but unlike most twins these babies were stubborn. Definitely Dixons. She smirked at the thought. She wondered what they would be like. Would they look like her...or like him? Would they get one of both? All of her daydreaming stopped when she reached for the doorknob and it didn't turn. She was so deep in la-la-land that she didn't realize that the door didn't immediately open and she smacked her face right into it.

"What the hell?!" She cried out as she held her nose. She wasn't sure how her belly didn't hit before her face did...Did she lean into stuff now that she was top heavy? "Why's this door locked? When the hell did we get locks on the door?! WHY IS THIS DOOR LOCKED?!" She didn't wait for an answer as she stormed out of the house towards the shed. She was going to show Daryl Dixon just what she thought of locked doors.

Daryl knew something was wrong when he walked into the house and it was silent, well except for the TV that was giving off background noise. He looked to the kitchen, but it was empty. No food cooking, no smiling Beth. It wasn't until he turned and paid attention to what was on TV that he realized where Beth was.

"Damn!" He groaned as he turned to walk down the hall.


It was a mess. The door was in pieces on the floor, the hinges were still there, but the door was pretty much gone. Splinters of wood covered the floor. Some the size of his fist and some that he knew would take weeks to finish cleaning up. How could one tiny girl cause this much damage? He didn't have to think on it long when he saw her. She was sitting in the chair that he made her. An old style rocking chair that her mother said she would love. She was sitting there, a blank look on her face as she took in the finished nursery, rocking gently. He stormed in and glared at her.

"What the hell Beth?!" Her eyes turned to him quickly. "You just busted down the door! In our house! In our new house!"

"Daryl." She said his name softly, but he didn't hear, he couldn't. He was too angry.

"No, Beth. This was supposed to be a surprise. It was a gift...this is why we didn't have a shower. Everyone chipped in for all this stuff and we were gonna show you this weekend, but you just can't be patient?!"

"Daryl." Her voice had grown in urgency.

"Beth...you can't just go breaking doors down...Do you know how much this is going to cost to replace! I can't believe-"

"DARYL!" She yelled, her voice dropping an octave as she did so.

"WHAT?!" His face was red as he yelled back.

"My water broke."

Soooo...what did you think?! let me know in a review...and it will let me know who's reading after all this time...lord knows it's been ages. I'm off to work on my other story. I want to send a big thank you to everyone for hanging in there and for all the follows, favorites and reviews. They mean so much. And again...another huge thank you to cybil2113 she's seriously amazing...and she helps with my bethyl addiction. And by helps I mean helps me come up with other story ideas.