My charger is messing up so I'm not sure if I'll be able to post for a while. I'm going to try of course but said charger might not co-operate. Hope everyone has a great weekend and happy Fourth of July. Be safe everyone.
Carol woke up feeling over heated and smiled. Daryl was laying almost completely on top of her breathing deeply. Despite his sleeping position Carol slid her hand down to her stomach. It was flat and smooth against her hand and she let out a breath. Carol never considered the option of kids. Even when she'd been pregnant briefly it wasn't something she let herself really feel. Her doctors were very adamant from an early age with her about her chances. In the grand scheme of things she accepted that she wasn't meant to be a mother.
Meeting Logan was as painful as it was wonderful. He was the son she never got to really have. He looked at her with wide eyes so full of love and joy at times that it made her heart clench. She might not have given birth to him but she'd felt an immediate connection with him. It wasn't that he saved her, though she was thankful, it was him. Meeting his dad blind sided her because as much as she'd like to disagree with her own heart and mind, who were teaming up against her, it was the same with him. Sure they fought bad at first and she did attempt to kill him that one time but she loved him with a fierce determination that could be lethal to anyone who dared to threaten him or Logan.
She found herself extending that out to his brothers and nephews. Even his mother who had a sly smile more than half the time like she knew the worlds biggest secret. Merle inherited that smile. The girls also were something that blindsided her. They didn't bond with her as fast and Carol got the sense that women had never really been nice to them. She could understand they were weary but they loved the Dixon brothers fiercely. Logan and Brian were something else entirely to them and it'd become a game of cat and mouse the adults liked to set back and make bets on.
It seemed like since she'd met Logan Dixon she'd been blindsided non stop. It happened again last night with Daryl. She never thought to explain to him her dilemma with kids. It didn't seem important at the time. The dead were trying to kill them after all but he'd thought about it. He was a father already and like she knew in her heart he wasn't scared. He wasn't scared of the thought of a kid because he'd done it before but it scared her. She'd never raised a baby. She'd never been a mother to an infant. She never had these responsibilities and it terrified her but she had Daryl.
Now though that it was out in the open it was all her mind could focus on. Was she pregnant? Doubtful. Severely doubtful. Even she knew that with her issues and stress things didn't look good. She wasn't going to hope for kids because things were so fucked up now days but if it happened at least she knew that she had a man who would love that kid. That kid would have a brother that would love it and protect it. It would have more family than she grew up with.
Daryl moved slightly against her but he didn't open his eyes. She smiled and lifted her hand to his hair running her fingers through his darkening hair. Her eyes widened when his own hand fell over hers on her stomach where she'd been tracing patterns in though. He stilled her hand and cracked his eyes open.
"Are you worried?"
Carol chewed her lip at his question. It was clear by the rasp of his voice and the look in his eyes he'd been awake for a while. How long she wasn't sure but long enough to know that she'd been lost in thought and what about.
"I'm not sure." Carol looked down at him meeting his eyes.
He held her eyes and tried to move. Carol moved quick and he let her pull him where she wanted him. He was looking down at her with his brow raised. She smiled up at him as his hair fell forward and made him seem more boyish. It was a comical thought to her as the warmth of his bare skin met her won and she used her leg to pull him tighter against her body.
Daryl's eyes darkened and he dropped further over her body and his chest pressed her into the bed. He braced himself on his forearms and Carol brought her legs up around his hips. With a shift of his hips and Carol's eager hand he was pushing into her. Carol's breath hitched and she locked one of her arms around his neck. His forehead pressed into hers and she made no move to rush him.
The pressure building in her was nothing compared to the emotions she could see swirling in his eyes. His breathing was ragged like he'd ran a marathon but the pace was slow and dizzying. Carol wanted to beg him to move faster, harder, deeper but she wanted this just as much. The rough scrape of his beard against her sensitive skin made her moan low in her throat and she turned her head kissing the side of his neck as he mirrored her and done the same.
He'd told her he loved her. She wasn't sure how many women heard that from him but something was telling her that it was significant. It wasn't the usual crap men fed women. No, that same voice was telling her that she was the only woman that Daryl let close. The only woman that got this side of him. It made her greedy and possessive.
"I love you." Carol cried out locking her arms around him tightly.
He jerked back and looked down at her. His breathing was picking up and Carol smiled shyly up at him. Her face flushed at her words and the raw look in his eyes. He studied her face like he was seeing her for the first time and she whined in her throat wanting him to start moving again.
And move he did. He picked his pace up and it wasn't long before both of them were panting and sweat soaked. Carol clung to him as she fell over the precipice. He wasn't far behind her. Each warm rush of his release and jerk of his body with hers had her heart clenching. No she wouldn't regret a kid with this man because like him she'd never loved another.
He kissed her as he pulled out of her and Carol deepened it. He let her but soon was pulling her up with him. He traced her jaw with his thumb and then smiled at her. It was crooked and disarming.
"Just so you know..." He looked at her through his mussed up sex hair and lashes, "My mom thinks your pregnant."
Carol paled and stared at him. Ruby hated Mary. She hated that woman probably as much as Daryl did. If not more. Carol tensed and Daryl stood. He started jerking clothes on all the while avoiding looking at her. He had a small smile on his face.
"Are you going to hide in here or get dressed?"
"Hide." Carol said.
Daryl barked out a laugh. "Holy shit you're scared of her."
"I am not scared of your mother Daryl Dixon." Carol hissed standing and cocking her hip out. The effect was lost since she was still naked.
His eyes raked over her and he grinned. "We're leaving in an hour Carol. You have to leave this room to get out there."
Carol chewed her lip. "Is she mad at the thought?"
Daryl looked up then and met her eyes. "No. She was worried for your safety about today."
Carol pursed her lips. "I'm not a doll."
"I know you don't want to be coddled but she will worry despite what you say or do. Even if your not pregnant she's going to worry. She's going to worry just like she will for me and my brothers, for our kids and those girls. She loves you."
Carol sucked in a breath and he pulled her to him. He looked down at her and pushed her hair back. "Get dressed." He kissed her chastely. "I love you, Carol- stop being a pussy."
