This chapter is dedicatedto my sweet friend Susanacruz0106 who never lets me forget about this story. I love you, sweetie,xoxoxo.Thank you so much for reminding me to update.

P.S. Readher story, That Summer in Georgia; it's one of my all-time favorites.

For a couple who had trouble getting pregnant, Lisbeth was in for a shock shortly before Jacob turned three months old. She turned around in the bathroom with the stick in her hand and Daryl was leaning in the doorway wearing just pajama bottoms. Even with this news she couldn't help but gaze at him, his broad chest and pajamas that were half falling off of him, it was distracting her even from this. How had they found each other in this horrible world? Every day was a blessing, and she never took it for granted. But this was, well, a complete shock.

The look on her face was priceless, and he snickered a little at her.

"Daryl, it's positive." She said.

"Told ya." He grinned and walked towards her, "If I had known we were having Irish twins, we woulda had to name them Conner and Murphy."

"What?"

"Ah, it's a movie I used to like back in the day," He replied with a wave of his hand as he took her in his arms, "Irish twins are children born close together."

"Are you Irish?" She asked.

"Yeah, half." He said, "And half Native American."

"I'm Scottish, 100% I think." She muttered, "I can't believe this."

He nodded and kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad, I missed the early months last time, gonna be here this time." He hugged her tight to him, savoring the feel of her against him.

"I just got my shape back." She whined, but he knew she was joking or fishing for compliments or both, and he wasn't a stupid man. "I'm still breastfeeding Jacob."

"Love your shape, especially your breasts, all the time and I always will." He knelt down and laid his head against her stomach, brushing his lips between her sleep shorts and tank top she wore to bed. Then he looked up at her with the devil in his eyes. "He's still asleep, yeah?"

Lisbeth nodded, running her hands through his hair, he felt chills at her touch, every time. He had never been in love before her, and he always wished they had met sooner. They had crossed each other's path so many times before they actually met just after the turn.

She smiled down at him, and he was on his feet in a moment. Since the baby came, they hadn't had a lot of time to be together and had to snatch it up when it presented itself to them.

Daryl picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he turned and started for the bed. They had just gotten up, and he couldn't wait to get her right back into their bed. The baby monitor on the bedside table was on, and even so, Jacob was just in the next room. If he cried, they would hear him and go to him, but they needed each other now. Right now.

"I figure we got ten minutes before boy wonder wakes up looking for us," Daryl drawled against the skin of her neck, biting softly. Before she knew it, she was flat on her back, and he was pulling her shirt over her head.

"That's ok; I'll take it." She raised her head up to kiss him, and brought her hands around the back of his pajamas, pulling them off. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

"Desperate?" Daryl said, bringing his lips down to her collarbone, sucking hard and towards her chest, followed by his hands. "I wish I had time to show you desperate." He said grabbing her hands and pulling them over her head and bringing his mouth to her neck. "We ain't got time now, but when we do…"

His lips were on her breast now, and she arched her back towards him as he dipped his head lower. His mouth was hot against her skin, and she could feel his teeth as he nipped at her flesh, making his way lower.

"When we got time, I got a game we can play," Daryl said, pulling her shorts down and running his hands over her inner thighs. He looked up at her and spread her legs apart, they made eye contact for a minute and then he spoke again, "It's a real good game sweetheart."

"Good," Lisbeth gasped out in a whisper, and his lips made contact with her skin right where she wanted him. "I love your games baby."

"Right now, though, I'm going down on you like it's my day job." He grinned, running his hands up over her breasts.

Lisbeth's legs fell open, and he licked her with the flat of his tongue, then concentrated on making her cum as fast as possible. He brought his fingers down and slid one, then two inside of her, never taking his tongue from the spot she liked so much.

"Oh my god," She hissed, entirely lost in his touch, in the year or so that they had been together he had learned what buttons to push, and he pushed them with abandon every time. "God dammit." She cried, trying to be quiet as the waves rushed over her entire body, leaving her weak and boneless.

When she caught her breath, Lisbeth pulled him up to her and kissed him dirty, pushing her tongue against his wildly as she flipped them over so that she was on top of him. She stared down at him, at her husband, her lover and best friend then slowly slid down on his dick.

"Oh, that's it, baby," Daryl moaned as she pulled his hands over his head now and held them down. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt her, so warm and wet around him. She held him down as she moved her hips around the way he liked and she could tell he was close.

"Come on baby," She moaned, moving her hips faster.

Lisbeth leaned down and kissed him, still not releasing his hands, and he struggled to get free, struggled to kiss her again. But she was just out of reach.

"Give it to me; I want it so bad." She fell forward and kissed him again, sucking his lower lip, ending up with it between her teeth before she pulled herself away again, leaving him wanting so much more.

"I'm gonna give it to you." Daryl groaned, moving the only part of his body that he could, his hips against hers. He was breaking out in a sweat, and being held down by her was new and something he never thought he would like, but he did. He could barely talk as the words spilled out of his mouth in gasps. "I'm gonna give it to you so good."

The headboard was banging against the wall, and Daryl was panting and moaning without abandon as she slid against him and finally released his arms. They were around her without delay, and he moved around to get on top of her. Daryl watched as her hands slid over her breasts and that was his undoing. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, she grinned up at him and then she reached down between them, sliding her fingers between them until he could feel her body contracting all around him.

"Oh fuck yes," He cried into her shoulder, "Fuck yes."

Daryl's body shook with aftershocks as he collapsed on top of her, they were still and quiet, there was no noise from the monitor. He pulled the blanket over them and laid down next to her.

"Fuck me Lisbeth that was incredible." He said kissing the side of her head. "Love you, sweetheart."

"I love you." She murmured as his hand slid down over her stomach and rested there.

"This one, I hope it's a girl, and I hope she looks just like you."