They were in the psychiatrists office, sitting side by side in front of the doctor's big desk. Teddy sighed internally when she felt how Daryl closed himself off. Even though he had given her permission to get help for Kenzie, he was still very much against it in general. She understood how he didn't want to admit that their daughter might have a problem, but she was annoyed at his childish behavior and for not taking more of a interest in helping Kenzie.
"Well, Mrs. Dixon, as you know we talked about the possibility of Kenzie suffering from Oppositional Defiant Disorder or Intermittent Explosive Disorder..."
"Yes."
"As you know those kind of disorders are complex, especially in children, because as they continue to grow, their behaviors and disorders tend to change, and therefore it is difficult to properly diagnose a child this young."
"I'm aware of that."
"However, I am fairly positive that Kenzie is suffering from IED, Intermittent Explosive Disorder. I've also noticed some more or less extreme mood swings in your daughter, which surprised me, because you didn't mention that to me when we talked."
"She ain't got mood swings. She's happy." Daryl grunted while he gave the man behind the desk a hostile glare.
"Well, I've never really perceived it as mood swings, to be honest." Teddy frowned as she tried to remember any examples. "She's irritable a lot when we spend time together... I told you before that we don't get along that well. She is happier when her father is home."
"I see. Her teachers have noticed mood swings as well, though, so... Remember that the diagnosis is not set in stone. I haven't spent that much time with her yet, and experts have not yet reached a consensus as to whether children with chronic irritability and clear mood swings, but without mania, should be classified as having bipolar disorder, but-"
"Whoa, hold on!" Teddy interrupted the man in shock. "You think she's bipolar?!"
"She is displaying some symptoms, yes. And IED often exhibits comorbidity with other mood disorders, particularly bipolar disorder. It is important to know and remember, that bipolar disorder doesn't affect every single child in the same way. The intensity, frequency and duration of a child's symptoms and the child's response to treatment vary dramatically. As your child grows up, bipolar disorder may affect the size, shape, and function of brain regions and networks. Very recent research suggests that pediatric bipolar disorder is a neuro-developmental disorder. Parts of the brain mature at different rates and times; brain maturation is not complete until an individual is 25 or so, as you know. Consequently, the symptoms and diagnosis of a psychiatric illness may change as the child grows. Like I said, nothing is set in stone, but we now understand that, both, children and adolescents can have bipolar disorder. Some ill children meet the textbook definition of bipolar disorder, some ill children with severe mood dysregulation might not meet the textbook definition because they don't have distinct episodes of a certain duration or have few clear periods of wellness between episodes. They might have rapid and severe cycling between moods or they might present in a mixed state that produces chronic irritability, like I believe it is the case for your daughter."
Daryl had no idea what the the hell the guy was going on about, but he saw tears in Teddy's eyes, and they were clearly not happy ones, and that got him hella worried. "Teddy? The hell is going on?"
Teddy needed a moment before she was able to answer, her mind was in a huge jumble. "Umm, IED is the thing where her outbursts are grossly disproportionate to the situation. She gets upset and gets nervous and anxious and those outbursts give her a sense of relief. Bipolar disorder means she's manic-depressive. It's a brain disorder that causes mood swings, shifts in energy and the ability to function right."
"I just said, she ain't depressed." Daryl snarled at the shrink, who had dared to bring tears to his wife's eyes.
"Children don't necessarily express depression in the same way adults do, Mr. Dixon. Agitation and irritability can be a symptom of depression, which she often exhibits with her mother, if I'm not mistaken. Your wife also tells me that there is often a change in appetite? That can also be a symptom. The described periods of her being a little daredevil can be a symptom of mania, just like inability to stop talking." The psychiatrist tried to explain, but Daryl wouldn't have any of it.
"Kids fucking talk, ain't nothin' weird about that."
"I agree, Mr. Dixon. And I want to stress again, that this is still a tentative diagnosis. Like I said it is difficult to diagnose a child this young."
Teddy wiped at her eyes and took a deep breath. "If she is bipolar, she will have it for the rest of her life. There is no cure. It means a life full of therapy and medication, so if you don't mind, before we start with any kind of treatment, I would like to get a second opinion. And maybe a third."
"Of course. That's your right and a good idea." The shrink nodded.
"We done here?" Daryl asked his wife.
"I think so, yes."
"Good." he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the office without another word. "You happy now? Told you this shit was a bad idea. All he did was make ya cry and worry more. I'm tellin' ya, our girl ain't fucking depressed. Maybe she's got that other shit, that explosive disorder shit, but she ain't fucking depressed." Daryl yelled at Teddy when they were back in the car. He was livid. He never should have let Teddy take Kenzie to that idiot. "Or maybe," he went on while he sent Teddy a vicious look, "... maybe she just hates her mother."
Teddy startled awake with a gasp, jostling Daryl awake in the process. "Darlin'?"
"Just a dream. Go back to sleep." she kissed the top of his head, breathing in the comforting scent of his hair for a second, before she settled back down. The vivid pregnancy nightmares, oh how she had not missed those, but she had expected them with the stress they were under right now.
It was three weeks after taking the pregnancy tests, and Teddy and Daryl were in the middle of a big week for them. Thankfully through having been a practicing pediatrician herself for years, Teddy had been able to get in touch with some old colleagues, who had referred some good pediatric psychiatrists in her area. Her old mentor from Seattle had been able to get them an appointment with a psychiatrist in Atlanta, who then had "worked" with Kenzie, Teddy and Kenzie's school, to find out how the little girl behaved in general and how those bursts of anger came about. Today Teddy and Daryl had an appointment with the shrink where he would tell them what he thought was wrong with their daughter. Then, in two days, Teddy would have her first appointment with Dr. Hainesworth in Jasper, to confirm the pregnancy.
Teddy was super anxious about the talk with the psychiatrist, while Daryl was very apprehensive about going to that shrink's office. He didn't want anything to do with the whole thing, but Teddy had made him get the morning off and accompany her, so he would hear with his own ears, what kind of consequences it could have for a young girl, if this kind of behavior didn't get checked out and treated.
So, a couple of hours later, he was sitting next to his wife in the shrink's office, nervously bouncing his knee up and down while he kept nibbling on a torn nail on his thumb, listening to the psychiatrist drone on about things he didn't want to know anything about. He only lifted his eyes from the floor when the shrink said something Daryl had known all along.
"Your daughter is fine." Dr. Holstead smiled, which made Daryl have to fight the urge to give Teddy a big fat "I told you so" in front of the psychiatrist. However, his triumph didn't last long. "I will be very frank here, though, so excuse me, if what I am about to say offends you. Your daughter is one hell of a smart cookie and she is also one hell of a spoiled little girl. She knows exactly what she wants and she knows exactly how to get it, especially from the male figures in her life. You, Mrs. Dixon, put your foot down and don't let her get away with things, whereas your husband and your brother-in-law let her get away with murder from what I've been told."
Daryl didn't say anything, he only let his scowl deepen, while Teddy replied for him. "It used to be that way, but Daryl's gotten better at being stricter with her."
The doctor looked down at his file and read a part of it out loud. "When Mommy is mad at me, Daddy always comes to my room and plays with me."
"I'm just checkin' up on her." Daryl defended himself this time.
The shrink smiled. "But that's not how Kenzie sees it, Mr. Dixon. I talked to Kenzie and I talked to your wife, and it quickly became clear to me, that you don't seem to ever discipline your daughter."
"What's that even mean? Want me to hit her?"
"Of course not. There are other ways to discipline a child. Look, you feel attacked right now, I get that. But I want you to know that we are not playing the blame game here. From your wife I know that you and her both have a temper, so it is not unusual for Kenzie to have that. Your wife has been acting much the same way Kenzie does right now, when she was that age and it took drastic measures for your in-laws, to set her and her brother straight again. We wanna avoid a similar situation with your daughter, which is why your wife took action, because history does like to repeat itself. I am not putting blame on either one of you, but both of you have made parenting choices, which haven't been the smartest ones in dealing with your daughter. Mrs. Dixon, you told me that you and Kenzie have been getting into screaming matches pretty much ever since she has been able to talk."
"That's right."
"And that was the exact wrong thing to do. Kenzie, as many other children, love attention. She acted out and after only a couple of times she knew, that she could provoke a reaction in you, and that was fun and exciting for her, so she kept doing it, which made you react more and more and you really got into it and it escalated. And so, a pattern developed, which you two have kept up until now. It's not a healthy pattern and we will have to change that. It is good that you disciplined her and did not let her get away with her tantrums and outbursts, but in the end, it didn't matter. Why? Because Kenzie knew that she had her father on her side."
"No, she didn't." Daryl argued with a frown.
"But you went and played with her. You gave her new toys and pretty dresses, in a way rewarding her for treating her mother badly. That's how it looks to Kenzie. Early on you were never strict with her, so when you started being more stern with her, that didn't even register with her, because she still knew, that Daddy was on her side and was rewarding her for being defiant. Speaking in a stern voice and sending her to her room alone for two minutes, but then going and spending time with her, is not disciplining her, Mr. Dixon. Your behavior sent the wrong signals. For Kenzie it is her and Daddy against Mommy. She is getting everything from Daddy she wants, and often she doesn't even have to ask for it. This has reached a point by now, where it is so completely normal to her to get what she wants, that she doesn't understand why she suddenly can't have what she wants, so her brain reacts with anger and aggression."
"So what you're really sayin', if ya dig through all the bullshit first, is that her behavior is my fault."
"That is not what I tried to say. As I mentioned before, I think some parenting choices weren't the best ones and we should work on that. Mrs. Dixon, the next time Kenzie starts to argue with you, don't even try to get into it with her. Don't give her that attention. Just calmly tell her, that you love her too much to argue. If she starts screaming and yelling, there is something we call 'the energy drain'. You tell her that her behavior is draining all of your energy, so now she will have to do some extra chores and help give Mommy some of her energy back. This has proven to be very efficient, because the children very quickly realize how tiring it is to them, to give energy back to Mommy and Daddy. And really, I can't stress it enough, don't let yourself get dragged into a screaming match anymore. If you feel the temptation to give in, then calmly send her to her room and tell her that she can't come out until she is calm again. And that's where you come in, Mr. Dixon. During that time, you can't go in there and go play with her. That is really sending the wrong signal. Kenzie needs a strong hand, so to speak, and she needs it, not just from your wife, but from the both of you. You need to show her, that you are her parent, too, and not her best friend. I know this is hard, I have a daughter myself, but disciplinary actions need to come from you, too. Your daughter thinks the world of you, Mr. Dixon, and you grounding her or forbidding her from watching TV will not change that. I can promise you that she will not stay mad at you for long. But you need to start supporting your wife where that is concerned. She needs you on her team, because Kenzie already figured out that you are not. You made your wife's life a little bit harder than it had to be and by simply playing bad cop every once in a while, you can help out a great deal. You need to start to let Kenzie feel, that there will be consequences to her actions from you, too. I know the both of you probably think that I am blaming you, but I'm really not. I don't think Kenzie needs therapy. She simply needs more discipline and more consequences. That's what I would like to try for the next couple of months. If things don't get better, or if they get worse, we should reconsider, but for now, I think some adjustments where parenting is concerned will do the trick."
And that was pretty much the end of the visit with the shrink. Back in the car, Teddy sighed. "We did this? Awesome. And now we're having another one to screw up."
"Told you she wasn't insane. Told ya all she needed was some more rules and shit." Daryl grunted unhappily. He felt great satisfaction that he had been right about that, but of course he was not happy about what the shrink had said. He had made things harder for Teddy, and he really felt ashamed for it. Because he hadn't been man enough to be able to stand having his daughter mad at him, he might have prevented Kenzie and Teddy from ever forming that connection which they were missing. He had to admit that what the guy had said made sense, but he would never admit it out loud. They had both played their parts and contributed to making Kenzie the way she was. Now it was up to them to change it. It was especially up to him. He had to help Teddy out. He just had always been so intent on giving Kenzie a happy childhood, that he hadn't even been aware of the fact that he was going about it the wrong way.
"Let's just go home." Teddy felt exhausted. "I have a client coming in at 11."
"Gonna cut it pretty close." Daryl informed her after a quick glance at the time.
"Better start driving then." Teddy yawned and closed her eyes. Daryl pulled into traffic and they rode home in silence.
At night when Kenzie was in bed, and after having had some time to get their thoughts in order, Teddy and Daryl both felt better about everything again. "At least she is not sick, but Daryl, we really have to do something. If we keep going like this, it's only gonna get worse."
"Yeah, I know." Daryl agreed while he played with Teddy's wild hair. They had both put their feet up on their big L-shaped couch, with Teddy's head in his lap, and each of them having a warm blanket covering their legs. "I still don't like the guy, but he was right about something. I ain't been playin' on your team. Thought I was... never intended on not havin' your back... Maybe... I dunno, maybe if I had, I could've helped ya... like, maybe you and Turtle would get along better."
"No, the relationship, or lack thereof, between me and her has nothing to do with you, Daryl. You didn't actively do anything to damage it. She was barely a day old and she was already more attached to you. It was probably an unconscious thing. I was so stressed out and so busy with my own problems... I mean, I was really tense all the time, so she felt safer with you and I maybe unconsciously kept my distance somehow? Emotionally? I don't know how it works, but I know that it's not your fault. You're an amazing father, babe. Too amazing even." Teddy laughed slightly. "You only want what's best for her and what makes her happy. You make her happy, so you always gave her the gift of not being angry with her."
"Yeah, but that's where I fucked up."
"We both fucked up. I knew I shouldn't yell back at her, but I've always been too weak to keep myself from doing it. I was frustrated and needed the release. That's what she learned from me and used on Johnny, when she didn't get her wish."
"And she knew she'd get away with it, 'cause there wouldn't be any real consequences. And there weren't, 'cause it was the night Roxie died."
"Yeah. Well, it's official. We fucked up, but at least we know and we can change things from here on out. Think we can do that?"
"Ain't gonna lie, that shit's gonna be hard, but we'll give it our best shot, right?"
"Right." Teddy smiled, her eyes fluttering shut briefly, when his blunt nails gently scratched her scalp. "How are you feeling, baby? I know what was said hit you hard." she asked when she opened her eyes again and reached up to gently cradle the side of his face in her hand.
"I'm good now."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Promise." he gave her that sweet, crooked smile, which told her that everything was alright and that he really was all good now.
"I love your nose." Teddy mumbled with a little smile as she traced its shape with her fingertip. "I hope the baby gets your nose this time."
"Don't wish that on the poor kid, darlin'. I look fucking worse every day."
"Nonsense." Teddy hushed him with a frown, and softly traced her fingertips along his forehead and over his temples. "You're even more beautiful than the day I met you." she smirked, turning playful again.
"Oh shut up!" Daryl laughed and covered her face with his big hand. "Hey!" he scolded with a laugh when Teddy bit the fleshy part at the heel of his hand.
"Awww, I'm sorry... does Daddy have an owie now?"
Daryl groaned and playfully covered her mouth with his hand again. "Don't call me that. When it comes from you that shit gets me hard, and that creeps me the fuck out."
Teddy took hold of his wrist and pulled his hand away from her mouth a little, but only until she was able to lick his middle finger from base to tip. "Sorry, Daddy." she said in her most innocent voice, while her expression was anything but. She teased the tip with her tongue, then she slowly guided his finger into her mouth, giggling at Daryl's strangled groan.
"Jesus Christ, stop."
Teddy let his finger slip out of her mouth and sat up with a laugh. "Funny that me calling you Daddy bothers you, but you still call me little girl when we play."
"That's different."
"How is that different?"
"Dunno. Just is." he shrugged chuckling. "How you doin' by the way, Momma?"
"Now you stop. Brrrrrr, I can't stand when you call me that." Teddy shook herself before she moved around and finally straddled his lap. "But I'm doing alright. So far this pregnancy is a bit different than the other two. I'm deathly tired in the mornings, but around afternoon I suddenly get an energy boost and can barely fall asleep at night. Oh, but I got really nauseous earlier for about an hour. So far no throwing up, though, which is nice." While she talked she played with his unruly hair, moving it out of his face, smoothing it back, tousling it back up again and pinning some strands behind his ear.
"That's good. Maybe it stays that way. That would be great, hm?"
"Oh yes, that would be awesome."
"What about the pain?"
"Little pinch here and there. But I had this really weird pain this morning when I put on my pants and tonight when I put on my sweatpants. Never experienced it before, but I've heard about it, so I'm not worried."
"Can't wait for Friday. Think we'll get a picture?"
"I'm sure we will, but babe, it's still early this time around, so you'll barely see anything. In fact, it's possible that she might not see anything at all, yet. Depends on how far along I am. I'm thinking 7 weeks, so there should be a little something, but I might be wrong. Like the doctor said when I was pregnant with Kenzie, it's never really an exact science. I've had patients who had only been 3 weeks pregnant and the home test already picked up on it. Anyway, we'll find out the day after tomorrow."
"Then we gonna tell people?" Daryl grinned. He was so excited about the pregnancy that he was extremely impatient about being able to tell Merle and the others.
"No." Teddy laughed. "Not until I'm through the first trimester, remember?"
"Damn. That's what? Another six weeks or so?"
"Yep." Teddy giggled at his frustrated sigh. "I know, it's gonna be tough. I'm gonna be doing things differently this time around, but that's something that I'd like to stick to, because it's just a fact that bad things can happen quickly during the first three months."
"Don't even mention that." Daryl shuddered slightly, before his cute smile found its way back to his lips. "I kinda love that ya ain't gon' starve yourself this time."
"I didn't starve myself last time." Teddy corrected him. "I ate things I didn't particularly enjoyed."
"Same thing to me."
"Yeah, kind of, I guess. Not this time. This is truly the last pregnancy for me and I want to enjoy it..." she trailed off as she suddenly got emotional. "Oh no..." she laughed a bit mortified as her eyes watered. "Hormones... shit, but I just thought about the fact, that this will truly be the last time I get to do this... I get to feel these little bubbles burst inside of me when I feel it move for the first time..."
"Last time I get ta hold your belly like that." Daryl smiled, a little melancholic himself. "It's gonna be alright, though. Didn't really miss it the past four years, and after this one's finally here, we'll be even busier than back then."
"I know. We'll be fine." Teddy smiled and let herself get smushed against his broad torso by his strong arms, as he cuddled her half to death. Teddy didn't mind at all, tough. She loved when she got to feel his strength like this... LOVED it... which was why Daryl soon felt her lips against his neck. A soft brushing of lips at first, before she slowly added more pressure and went over to nibbling and gentle sucking.
"Someone's in a mood." Daryl quietly stated with a smirk. "Ain't chu tired?"
"My body is exhausted, but I'm not tired, if that makes any sense." Teddy giggled. "But it's been a while since I've shown you just how crazy I am about you still, hasn't it? I don't like when you talk about yourself in a negative way."
"It's alright. Ain't gotta do nothin'-"
"Oh, but I want to. We go the extra mile for one another, that's the way it is, and how it's always been. You do so much for us every day. Let me give back a little. Take a hot shower and meet me in bed, alright?"
She didn't have to ask him twice. "Alright." he grinned happily and kissed her long and lovingly before he moved her off his lap.
She was stroking and kissing every single inch of his body, and it was driving him out of his mind. She had used to do that a lot back in the day when it had only been the two of them, but with busier lives and getting older, they got tired a bit more quickly at night, so these big worshiping sessions, where they really took their sweet time with each other, had gotten a lot less frequent. So this was a really nice surprise after a long day, that hadn't been exactly excellent.
Teddy had lit a couple of candles, and quiet music was playing. Daryl didn't recognize what it was, but he didn't really care anyway. It was not distracting, but quiet enough to add a relaxing hum to the whole sensual atmosphere inside their bedroom. Daryl was on his back, right in the middle of the bed. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and, for the most part, still pretty even. Only when Teddy's lips or fingers hit a good spot, his breath would get caught in his throat, only to be released in a shaky exhale a moment later.
"Mmmm..." Teddy felt the moan rumbling through his chest, right beneath her fingers, while she licked at his abs. She ended with a soft kiss and felt the well-developed muscles contract underneath his smooth skin.
"You like that, baby?" She cooed with a smile, even though she already knew that he loved it.
"Hell yeah." Daryl grunted and buried one hand in her thick hair, and pulled her lips back to the skin of his belly.
Teddy let her tongue slide over his flushed skin some more. She moaned quietly when she felt the heat of his stiffened cock against her collarbone and shoulder. She had wanted to take her time and kiss him from the top of his head, down to the soles of his feet, but now that she was feeling his proud erection tapping against her body, her mind was only able to focus on one single thing: she wanted, no, she needed to suck on that beautiful, big, fat tip of his. She was craving it like she would be craving water after a long trek through the desert. She felt her mouth watering when she thought about feeling the smooth, velvety head of his cock against her tongue, and about the way Daryl always jumped and panted, when she flicked her tongue against the underside, just before she would give it a nice, long suck.
She forced herself to hold off on that for just a little bit longer, though. There were so many spots on his body she enjoyed lavishing attention on, she wanted to do at least a couple. Her lips descended slowly, and Daryl was grinning, because he knew exactly where she was headed. He quickly found out that he hadn't been wrong, when Teddy gently nudged his erection to the side with her nose, and started pressing kisses all over that little "pouch", that little fatty spot right underneath his belly button, where his body seemed to keep all that extra bacon and the extra chocolate bars he had on occasion. Teddy absolutely loved that spot. Her hand went there so many times during the day, he often lost count. Sometimes it was an affectionate little pat or a teasing pinch.. or it acted as a resting spot for her hand during quiet cuddle time,... Not a day went by without that spot getting some attention from her.
Daryl relaxed and sighed deeply with happiness. He loved when Teddy kissed and nibbled his little pouch, just as much as she loved doing it. "Ungh!" the groan was suddenly ripped from him, when Teddy's hand fondled his tight balls. It had caught him by surprise, because he had been so focused on her lips, that he hadn't felt her hand traveling lower. Daryl didn't get to relax again, because Teddy's lips and tongue were moving on, too. She had him releasing several shaky breaths as her tongue traced his sexy V-cut slowly, oh so slowly, all the way until she reached the dark curls of his pubic hair. Well, mostly dark. Much to his own horror, a few single gray hairs were in there now, too. Man, he had felt old that day, when Teddy had found them. Fortunately, she had been able to reassure him, that she thought it was kind of sexy, just like the gray patch on his chin. It had made him relax about it, but that didn't mean that he was happy about it.
However, he forgot all about that when Teddy mouthed along the underside of his cock, all the way up to his tip. She engulfed only the head in her sweet, hot mouth and let her tongue swirl around it before she hollowed out her cheeks and created some nice suction as she pulled her head back and let him pop back out of her mouth. Her wet lips slid along the sensitive tip agonizingly slow, having Daryl release a long, drawn out moan. "Fffffuuuuuck, Teddy..."
Teddy giggled while Daryl was busy with gathering her hair up in his hands so he would have a good view of what she was doing. Teddy looked right into his eyes when she flicked the tip of her tongue against his frenulum, making him jump and pant harshly, while she immensely enjoyed that wonderful and familiar reaction of his. Some things simply never got old. She engulfed him with her soft lips again, humming her appreciation at well-known taste and sensation of having him in her mouth. She used her free hand to massage his stiff shaft and soon found a good rhythm between sucking, stroking, and fondling the soft sac between his legs.
"Oh God... mmmmmm, darlin'... yeah... oh God, babe." Daryl was squirming and whimpering in no time at all. That intense pleasurable heat she was causing was licking at all the right nerve endings, setting his whole body on fire and making sweat break out on his skin. He wasn't able to keep watching, because his head kept lolling from side to side uncontrollably. "Ahhh, fuck!" Daryl shouted hoarsely, when he felt her middle finger slip between his cheeks to tease his puckered hole, while the heel of her hand kept massaging his balls. It felt amazing, but Daryl still tensed a little every single time her fingers wandered there. Teddy was allowed to touch, lick and kiss him in that "forbidden" spot, but she was not allowed, under no circumstance, to push against it or penetrate him. A boundary she accepted and respected, even though she would love to make him cum like a freight train by stimulating his prostate. Daryl was curious, but he was still too squeamish about it to explore it right now. Maybe in the future, he wasn't sure. Never say never. Up until about a year ago he'd never thought he'd let her put her mouth or fingers there and now he enjoyed it. Sometimes it scared him just how much he enjoyed it. He was going out of his mind. He was groaning and moaning loudly, completely forgetting about staying quiet, while he pressed the heels of his own hands against his eyes as he tried to keep his sanity. What she was doing felt mind-blowing. She let the tip rub against the inside of her cheek while she twirled her tongue along his hardened flesh, then she sucked him again, letting her hand on is shaft work in perfect unison with her mouth, while her other hand was taking care of his ass and his balls. He knew that the second she would let him slip into her throat, he would cum. He could literally taste his orgasm on his tongue, but he wasn't ready to cum yet, so he fought with everything he had against it.
My naked mother-in-law... Butt-naked Momma B rollin' in fuckin' ice-cold snow. Daryl shuddered at the mental image he was painting for himself, but he wasn't sure that anything would help. It was just that kind of night and he was in the perfect mood for him to be able to let go and enjoy like this. He was turned on beyond belief and that wet-smacking sound Teddy's sucking was producing right now, only added fuel to that all-consuming, pleasurable fire that was about to burn him alive. They always had great sex, but he couldn't remember the last time Teddy had pleasured him like this, pulling out all the stops in order to make him cum so hard that he might pass out. It must have been before the accident, which meant months ago, and he really wasn't ready to have it end just yet... but Teddy was going in for the kill.
"Play with your nipples, baby." she gasped as she released him from her mouth only long enough to get the words out. It was a good thing that she didn't have a third hand, because this way, he was able to prolong things a little bit more. "Not yet." he grunted. "God, keep goin' jus' like that, Teddy. Holy fuck it's so goddamn good, babe."
She figured, because he had been pretty loud. Usually they were mindful of not waking up their daughter, so Daryl not paying attention to that meant, that she had gotten him exactly where she had wanted him tonight, which was out of his own head. Her jaw was aching, but she enjoyed seeing and hearing him letting go of his precious control, so she kept going a little longer. She let her lips rub back and forth along the sensitive ridge, let her tongue toy with the soft tip and suckled at him with just the right amount of pressure. Daryl's jaw went slack when he was able to let relax and enjoy it for a moment, without having Teddy actively try to make him orgasm. He savored all the pleasurable sensations to the fullest for several long minutes, until he was truly ready to cum.
Teddy saw his hands move, and when he was finally using his thumbs to flick and rub his nipples, she increased the intensity of her ministrations again. She was soon rewarded with those sexy little whimpers, which came out more and more high-pitched, the closer he got to crashing over the edge, interspersed with breathless little shouts and helpless grunts... It was her favorite tune, for sure.
Come on, baby. Give it up, Teddy thought, and just when Daryl stopped breathing and tensed up, she pressed two fingers into that magic spot behind his balls.
The tension snapped and Daryl wanted to scream, but found himself unable to do so. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't see... First a wave of white flooded his vision, soon followed by black, and he was unable to hear anything but the blood rushing in his ears. He was able to feel, though, and he felt it all, every little bit of pleasure that was making his lower body jerk like he was getting shot.
Teddy swallowed as much as she could, before she let him slip out of her mouth. His erection was contracting hard and his essence still flowed from him in little bursts, covering her hand that kept stroking him slowly. Teddy's spidey sense was tingling though. His lower body was quivering, but he seemed way to quiet and too still further north. "Daryl?" she looked up at him, feeling her suspicion confirmed when she saw his face. His face was scrunched up hard. He was all red with the veins popping out in his neck and forehead. He wasn't breathing, as usual when he came real hard. It wasn't news, but it still concerned her every single time. "Baby! Breathe!" she crawled up his body and put her hand to his cheek, while she blew air in his face. It was an old trick that was usually used on babies and toddlers, when they cried so hard they were no longer able to suck air into their lungs, but it worked on Daryl, too. It snapped him right out of it.
He inhaled sharply and greedily sucked the oxygen into his body. His expression relaxed and he slowly blinked his eyes open. Teddy smiled and gently caressed his face when he saw the glazed over and drowsy look he sported. "Good Lord." Daryl panted. "Ain't had that happen in a while."
"I know."
"Was just what I needed, though." he swallowed hard before he kept panting.
"I know that, too." Teddy winked and climbed off of him, so she could get the water bottle from the nightstand. Daryl leaned up on his elbows and Teddy lovingly supported his head, so he could take a couple of sips. He was absolutely drained and barely able to hold himself up. When he flopped back down, Teddy put the bottle back on her nightstand, then she pulled the covers up over him. She took one last look at her phone to make sure that she had set the alarm, then she assumed her position next to him, on her side, with her back facing him. Tonight, Daryl wanted her closer though, so he rolled on his side, too, and spooned her, resting his hands on her belly. It had happened more often since the night Roxie had died and they had taken the tests, and Teddy wasn't complaining. During her pregnancies she had found to prefer sleeping in his strong and protective embrace. It relaxed her and made her fall asleep almost faster than him.
"Love ya." Daryl murmured into her hair.
"I love you. So, so much." Teddy smiled sleepily.
Teddy winced a little when Dr. Hainesworth pressed the ultrasound wand harder against her cervix. She might enjoy that during sex with Daryl, but not during medical exams. She squeezed Daryl's hand and he responded by pulling their linked hands up to his mouth, in order to gently kiss her knuckles. They were both anxious, because they both feared that something could have happened to the embryo in the past couple of weeks, or that by freak coincidence, the tests could have all given a false positive result. Of course deep down they both knew that she really was pregnant, because of the symptoms and because her pants and shirts were ill-fitting already. It wasn't unusual to start showing really early during the third pregnancy, and as usual, her tight clothes were unforgiving, but still... waiting for the doctor to confirm it was nerve-wracking.
"Are you experiencing any pain this time?" the doctor asked while she pushed a couple of keys on the ultrasound machine.
"Just the usual stretching pains. Little pinches. Not like my last pregnancy."
"That's good. That cyst is gone and hasn't come back, so nothing major should be troubling you right now where pain is concerned."
"Downstairs at least." Teddy sighed.
Dr. Hainesworth smiled knowingly. "Tender breasts?"
"Yeah. Worse than last time, but pretty much the same as during my first pregnancy. Back then that was my first inkling that I could be pregnant, because my breasts hurt so much that even wearing clothes was painful."
Daryl frowned, deep in thought, until his expression lightened up suddenly. "Maybe that means that it's a boy again, darlin'." he grinned at Teddy.
Teddy froze and looked up at him in surprise. "Maybe... I didn't even think about it like that." then she slapped him against his chest. "Thanks for getting my hopes up."
"You want a boy?" Dr. Hainesworth smirked. "I'm afraid I can't tell you the sex, yet, but you already knew that."
"I know. I'd love a boy... I'm so much better with them."
Something in Teddy's voice made Dr. Hainesworth realize that maybe things with their daughter weren't going great. Teddy had alluded to that during a check-up a while ago, but it wasn't Dr. Hainesworth's place to ask about it. Instead she focused on the task at hand and finally saw what she was looking for. "Well, whatever it is, we'll find out about it in about 9-12 weeks. Congratulations, it looks like you are 7 weeks along." the doctor smiled and turned the screen, pointing towards the baby, so Daryl would know where to look.
"Thank you." Teddy smiled. She was beaming at the sight of her new unborn baby.
Daryl squinted at the screen with a cute little smile. "Shit... can't believe one day it's gonna be as big as our little turtle. Can't believe that she used to be so tiny... Looks like a lil' kidney bean."
"Oh my God, Daryl... I swear, if you call this kid Kidney Bean for the rest of its life, I will kick your ass for the rest of yours." Teddy threatened laughingly.
"Come on, ain't the worst nickname."
"It is. I'm sure you'll come up with something better in the next 33 weeks."
"Sure will." he grinned and took the picture from Dr. Hainesworth, which she had just printed out. "Gotta start pulling out the old picture frames again." he grinned. Just like last time he wanted to be surrounded by pictures of the baby, until he would finally be able to hold it in his arms again. He couldn't wait, and in the back of his mind, the thought of playing midwife again started to bubble up. They did everything together, and he wanted to do this with her again, as well. They were a good team, they could do it. And now he had 33 weeks to convince Teddy in case she would be against it. He was absolutely looking forward to it.
Thank you for reading!
I love this couple so much. Ugh, they're gonna haunt me for the rest of my life.
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I know we had a similar smut scene just a couple of chapters back, but I couldn't help myself. Having Daryl Dixon in your bed like Teddy has, who wouldn't worship the hell out of him? Don't worry, he'll have his playtime soon;-)
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