Ok, I decided to post the next chapter today because there's a hurricane coming to the Jersey shore and I may loose internet. I didn't want to leave this hanging. Hope you all enjoy.

Juliet woke up in the middle of the night and reached for him and then remembered she kicked him out of their bedroom last night. As she laid back down on the pillows in exasperation she couldn't believe she had kicked him out of their bed.

Over Sylvia, who she had just told on the phone two weeks ago that she and Daryl were getting married one day. Sylvia had reacted strangely, she realized, now that she knew the truth. She had simply said, 'We all knew that was coming' but not in a way that said 'I'm happy for you.'

Juliet had ignored it at the time, but now she got it.

Juliet had invited her to stay over the next time she was in town for god's sake and she had agreed. Was she planning to try and sneak around behind her back again? The answer was probably yes.

Juliet realized she had kicked him out over something that happened years ago, she hadn't spoken to Sylvia since before she met Gareth, why on earth did she even care at this point?

The bottom line was she missed him and their bed was big and lonely. Their bed.

It was funny how easily they had transitioned into that and it was not funny how much she missed him. He had only been sharing a bed with her for a few weeks and already she felt his absence viscerally.

The fight had been stupid, and she had over reacted, big time. It was one thing to love someone passionately, and have a passionate relationship, which she felt they had. It was quite another to treat them badly over your own issues.

He didn't do anything wrong then or now and as she rolled over and looked out the window at the night she knew she couldn't let this go on. She was in complete misery.

In the past if she had fought with a boyfriend she would dig her heels in not give in. She never missed them, her anger would always be paramount, but not this time and this was so foreign to her.

She actually saw his point of view as she laid there in the dark and she knew that she didn't want to sleep away from him ever again.

Juliet was up and out of the bad before she could think and unlocking the door. Had she really locked him out? She really did, over Sylvia, she glanced back into her room and saw something that confirmed her thoughts as she laid there alone before.

She couldn't wait to tell him.

She opened the door to his old room and he was asleep. His hair was messy against the pillow and he looked like he had tossed and turned all night. He'd had a bad night too just like she had. It was still dark and she walked softly towards the bed, looking at him. She loved him so much it made her heart hurt at the way she had been the night before.

Juliet stood there for a beat watching him and then she moved the blankets and got into the bed with him.

Daryl had heard her coming and kept one eye open, not knowing if she was coming in to make up or stab him. He was hoping for make-up sex but you never knew. Juliet was known to hold a grudge.

She wrapped herself around him and he rolled over to take her into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She said and to her utter shock she was almost crying, and this wasn't her. Tears never fell over a man before, over a fight. Not even when Gareth left and here she was losing it over a fight, although it was a bad one for sure.

"Shhhh." He kissed the side of her head. "I'm sorry too, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. But we're going to be ok." He ran his hands through her hair and breathed her in. "We're ok."

He pulled her close to him and she allowed herself to melt into him. She would never be far from his arms again, he was her safe place, her anchor.

"We're ok." She repeated to him.

"I love you so much." He said quietly and she nodded and kissed him softly. "I don't want to fight sweetheart."

"Daryl, I need to tell you something…" She started to say and turned so they were facing each other.

"Tell me anything, anything you want, just promise we won't ever sleep apart again." He said with the softest eyes she had ever seen. She would never say no to him about anything and they would always be together.

"I promise." She answered and then looked into his eyes, she brushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled slightly. "I totally lost my mind over nothing, I know that we don't have any diseases and that you are with me for the long haul. I know that."

"Hope you do, cause I am." He answered. "I'm with you forever, like it always has been."

"I know, and I don't care about the past, just our future."

"Good." He pulled her close to him. "Me too."

"So." Juliet started to say. "Last night after we went to sleep, I couldn't sleep."

"Me either." He said.

"And I started thinking about why I was so worried about it, and I couldn't figure out why I was so emotional."

Daryl was lost, he just hoped they were going to make up and forget about it. "It's ok sweetheart…"

"So I looked at the calendar, because I…"

Oh, Daryl got it now, she was getting her period. He should have known, he was observant enough to know when to stay out of her way and bring home chocolate. He was off his game in seemed. But it made sense to him now, sometimes they bickered the week before she got it.

He understood, and stayed out of her way that week. He didn't mean to be misogynist about it, but he did live with two women and facts were facts

"I've only been this emotional when..." She looked into his eyes and decided to just blurt it out. "Daryl, I think I'm pregnant."

It took him a minute to process the information before him, the words just swirled around in his head as he tried to catch them and make sense of what she had just said. "But you're on the pill." Was all he could muster up.

"Sometimes it happens anyway." Juliet said. "I'm never late except one other time, I'm pretty sure."

He couldn't contain himself then. "Oh my god sweetheart." He almost yelled and then he pulled her close to him. "Oh my God, that's wonderful, I love you so much."

He rolled her over so she was on top of him and she sat up, making sure to grind herself against him. He brought his hands up to her hips and stared at her stomach, his baby was in there. Tiny, and floating around in primordial fluid, but there.

He brought his hand over her stomach gently as she watched him. He was so sweet and she loved him so much.

"You have to marry me now Juliet." He said and she smiled down at him. "You have to make an honest man out of me."

"Do I?" She said smiling.

"Please." He said pulling himself up to kiss her. She leaned down to meet his lips and he pulled her close. "I'll just keep asking until you set a date." He grinned.

"Yes." She said.

"Yes?" He asked.

She nodded grinning at him and he rolled her back over so that he was on top of her. He rained kisses all over her face and neck unable to hold back his happiness.

"Soon?" He asked and she answered. "Whenever you want."

Daryl thought he was happy living with her all of this time, but it didn't compare to the way his heart was filling up with joy now. As he pulled Juliet closer to him he remembered that day when she sat down next to him in second grade and gave him a cookie.

He'd had no idea at the time that she would change his life the way she did. But she had changed his life in the most incredible way. And now they were having a baby.

They were getting married.

The sooner the better.