A short one for the Reckless universe. Enjoy!
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Chapter Twenty: My Girl
"I guess you'd say what can make me feel this way? My girl. Talkin' 'bout my girl…"
Daryl's voice was soft as he paced around the perch with his girl in his arms. Cherokee Rose sighed and squirmed against, her blue eyes bright and wide awake. She was the quietest baby he had ever seen, and Carol said Sophia was the same way when she was born. Daryl had no idea what he had been like as a baby, mostly because the only surviving relative who might be able to tell him had burned out most of his memories with drug use.
Shifting Rosie up to his shoulder, he rested his head lightly against hers. She loved the feel of his stubble, like her mama did. He smirked and patted her back lightly as his eyes drifted to Carol's sleeping form. Rosie was just a month old, and Daryl was certain he had never loved another person as much as he loved her. He loved Judith and he loved Carol, but he had made Rosie. She carried his blood, his genes and his eyes. As much as it terrified him, he could see himself in her. He also saw Carol in Rosie as well. Rosie had Carol's nose and her beautiful smile, her little hands and her high cheekbones. She was a beautiful blend of both of them, but he hoped like hell she would have her mother's sweet temperament and not his bad temper. He could hope, anyway.
Rosie snuggled into his shoulder and yawned sweetly, her tiny fingers grasping at the material of his shirt. He kissed her soft forehead and sighed, content for the first time in far too long.
"Love you, my girl."
The End.