I am the proud mom of a Rome Rivercat! My sons team just won the eight year old National World Series in Pensacola Florida!

On to the fic! The end of this chapter has been holding me up, it was just so damn awkward. But then I realized, that was kinda the point. I hope y'all enjoy it it in all it's awkwardness!

WARNING: I guess I need to put a warning for ...uh...explicit medical exam I guess? Not like, describing the doctors end of it, (shiver ugh) but Amber and Daryl's.

Amber practically bounced in the truck seat next to Daryl she was so excited. He had asked her what her problem was but she had just said she was eager to see how much progress she had made. He reminded her that there was no way the doctor was going to give her the "all clear" and she just rolled her eyes and said that yes, she knew that, thank you very much. She was sitting sideways, like usual, with her back against his right arm as it sat in the sling. He hoped to hell his doctor let him get rid of it today. His shoulder rarely ever hurt anymore, especially after Amber started using her crutches most the time over the last two weeks. What really pissed him off was not being able to get on the bike. Practically brand new, owned outright, and he couldn't even fucking ride it. But then he remembered, if he got on it, he would be on it alone. It would still be a while until she was well enough to ride, and then it wasn't so important anymore. The last time he had ridden was behind the ambulance on the way to the hospital from the office building in the wee hours of that morning a month ago. He couldn't even remember it, he was so upset then. As soon as he got back from the ER with his arm in a sling Debra had sent Merle to ride it home and return with the truck.

Daryl was dragged from his thoughts when he almost missed the turn in to the parking lot. He whipped the truck in, Amber having to put a hand out on the dash to steady herself.

"Whoa!" she laughed, slapping his thigh playfully as he parked as close to the door as he could. He didn't want Amber having to use the crutches more than she had to.

"S'rry."

Daryl helped Amber out of the truck and walked closely beside her, close enough that he could grab her with his free arm if he needed to. The gynecologist office was on the fourth floor and the elevator was slow. Amber just continued to grin at him and Daryl narrowed his eyes at her.

"What're ya up to?"

"Not a thing, Desperado. Not a damn thing."

Daryl snorted and rolled his eyes.

"You don't believe me?"

"Not a lick. Now c'mon."

The elevator doors opened and the doctors office doors were directly in front of them. Daryl opened the door with his good hand and Amber slowly made her way in to sign in as he found them a seat. The waiting room was crowded and Daryl noted uncomfortably that most of the women seemed to be about nine and a half months pregnant.

They only waited about ten minutes, Amber flipping through a magazine while leaning on his good shoulder. Daryl just fiddled with his fidget band and looked at the floor. A gynecology waiting room was the last place he was going to feel at home in. Finally, the nurse opened the door and called her back.

"Miss Phillips?"

"Right here..." Amber called out to her, struggling with her crutches. "Just give me a second."

Daryl stood and hooked his hand up under one of her arms to help her stand. She looked up at him hesitantly was she seated the crutches under her arms.

"You don't have to go back with me. It's alright."

Daryl shook his head. "Ain't lettin ya go alone. Now hurry up, they're waitin on ya."

Amber followed the nurse, obviously relieved, with Daryl right behind. He was pretty sure he was going to be embarrassed before he got out of this place. Hell, he already was, having to walk down the pink hallway of exam rooms with it's posters about breastfeeding and the stages of childbirth. But he also knew Amber had hurt, bad, the last time she had been checked. He wasn't about her to go through that alone and her mama and Kaye weren't here.

"Here you go, Miss Phillips. Room twelve." The nurse said, letting them into the room before her. Daryl took a seat in the chair that sat in the corner while Amber stood next to the exam table while the nurse laid out folded white sheet. "Here you go, hon. I'm sure you know the drill from your yearly exams. Strip to the waist and cover with this. The nurse practitioner will be in shortly." She left them and Amber hitched herself up on the table as Daryl stood and stepped to her side. She began undoing her brace and he looked at her confused.

"Why ya takin that of? Ya can get those shorts off over it."

Amber just gave him a wry smile. "I'm gonna have to bend my knee, Daryl. See those delightful pedals down there." She motioned toward the foot of the table. "I'll have to bend and open my knees so they can check me."

Daryl shook his head as he began to undo the straps from the bottom to help her. "And ya did this every fuckin year? Before?"

"Yep. Won't give you your pills if you don't." She looked at him with a smirk. "Relax, I'm the one getting my privates checked, not you."

Daryl slid the brace out from under her leg and sat it behind the chair. "I know that. Jus' worried bout ya. Don't like ya hurtin'." he murmured.

She smiled at him. "I know. But it hurt some even before. Can you help me get my shorts and panties off, or is that one of those 'too much' things?"

"S'fine." He was far and away from getting aroused right now. Amber pushed up and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the gym shorts she had worn for ease of removal that day, and then snagged the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down her legs, making sure to keep his eyes else where. Amber took pity on him and covered with the sheet immediately. He got her clothes down to her ankles and Amber toed out of the sneakers she had on so he could pull them off. "Ya socks too?"

"No, I get to keep those."

He looked around for where to put her clothes and Amber took them out of his hand to fold and drop them in top of her shoes in the floor. Daryl started working around his thumbnail as he sat in the chair again, his fidget band wasn't going to cut it while he was here.

"So, it hurt before too?" he asked her quietly.

"Yeah. Well, I guess it's uncomfortable for every woman. But I'm kinda little down there. They had to use a child size speculum usually." Amber saw the furrow in his brow at the word 'speculum' and chuckled. "Don't ask, you don't want to know. Besides, I'm sure it won't be as bad as in the hospital."

Daryl nodded down at the floor. God, he hoped so. There was a knock at the door and the nurse practitioner came in, setting her laptop on the counter before addressing Amber.

"Ms. Phillips..."

"Amber, please."

"Amber, it's good to see you. You look like you've made a lot of progress in the last two weeks."

"I have. I've had a good helper." she looked over at Daryl and smiled.

The NP looked over at Daryl and smiled, extending her hand. Daryl shook it awkwardly. "And you are, Mr...Phillips?"

Daryl's eyes grew wide and Amber had to bite back a laugh. "Daryl's fine." he mumbled.

"Daryl then." she turned back to her patient. "Let's see how we're doing, shall we?" She took a seat on the rolling stool and Amber pivoted her body around on the exam table to lay down. She was able to get her left foot into the stirrup but Daryl immediately saw it was going to be a struggle for her to bend her knee enough by herself for the right. He jumped up and was at her side in one long stride, hands going to her leg over the sheet to bend the knee gently and set her foot in the stirrup. Daryl saw the NP put on her gloves out of the corner of his eye and his stomach rolled. He could feel the tension in Amber's body already, just from where he touched her leg. When he looked up at her face she already had her eyes closed, making herself take deep breathes. Freaked out or not, wasn't no way he was going to sit back in that seat until this was over.

The next five minutes were some of the worst in his life. He ended up leaning on the table on his elbows next to Amber's head. She kept her eyes closed the whole time and about a minute in, tears started rolling down the side of her face.

"S'alright baby girl. Gonna be alright." he murmured, kissing the corner of her eye. Amber didn't answer, just kept taking deep breathes. Daryl wanted to tell the nurse to stop, hurry up, something but he just focused on Amber.

"Have you had your period yet?" the nurse asked.

Amber went to speak but then her chin quivered and she shut her mouth.

"Two weeks ago." Daryl answered for her, not taking his eyes off her face.

"Everything alright with it?"

"She said it was like it always is." he answered tersely. Couldn't she save the questions for later and just get this shit done?

"Lot of pressure here for a minute Amber, hang with me." the woman said quietly. Then Daryl heard a series of metallic clicks and Amber whimpered, hand coming up to clutch at his vest where it hung next to her face. Daryl grabbed her hand and dropped his forehead to hers. "Almost done, baby girl. Almost done." He hoped to hell it she was almost done. Then he smelled blood and his body tensed. He was a hunter, his nose keen and used to tracking the smell. He started taking deep breathes. If the woman didn't hurry the fuck up, he was going to pass out himself.

Then those clicks again and Amber's body relaxed a bit. The nurse sat back and took off her gloves, Daryl seeing that they were bloody even though she tried to slip them into the biohazard box quickly.

"See, baby girl? Ya all done. It's over, ya did it." he kissed the corner of her eye again, it was soaked with tears. The nurse pulled two tissue from a box on the counter and held them out. Daryl snatched them out of her hand and set to drying Amber's face. The woman was just doing her job, but Dammit! Amber had been through fucking enough.

Amber finally opened her eyes and looked up at Daryl. She squeezed his hand for a second and nodded. He kissed her forehead. "Good job, baby girl."

The nurse left the room, saying she would talk with them after Amber got dressed. She didn't say anything until she had her clothes and brace on with Daryl's help.

"Thank you." she murmured, laying her head on his chest as he stood between her knees.

"S'nothin. Jus glad it's over." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. He just held her for a minute.

Amber pulled back and smiled weakly. "Wasn't as bad as last time."

"S'good. Means ya gettin better." Daryl barely got the words out. He couldn't imagine what it had been like at the hospital.

The nurse came back in then and Amber turned a bit to face her, and Daryl stepped around her leg to stand at her side, propped on his hand beside her. The nurse was well pleased with her progress, letting them know that at least half the stitches had reabsorbed and the cervical bruising was completely gone.

"You'll probably have some spotting from the exam for the next day or two."

Amber nodded.

"And you'll continue to be on complete pelvic rest for at least the next month. Nothing in the vagina." Her eyes flicked over to Daryl for a second and he felt anger hit him as the blush crept up his cheeks.

"Do you have any questions?"

Amber looked over at Daryl for a second before answering. He had a bad feeling.

"Yes, I do. I know intercourse is out, but what about other...things?"

Every muscle in Daryl's body tensed. He couldn't believe her! He looked at the floor, wishing he could crawl under it. If she hadn't just went through hell he would have kicked her ass.

"Other things...as long as it doesn't involve your pelvic area, then that's up to you. What you feel comfortable with. I will caution you against having an orgasm, which is a given I guess with the pelvic rest. The vaginal contractions that go with the female orgasm can be strong and could tear your stitches at this point. But as far as you performing orally or manually, that's fine. As long as you are okay with it mentally."

Daryl was going to die of embarrassment, he was sure of it. He turned his head toward Amber. "Done told ya no. Now quit this." he said low. She ignored him, but the nurse heard.

"Actually, Daryl, it's a fairly common question at this point." the woman went on. His head snapped over in her direction and he scowled at her. He didn't want to discuss this, especially not with a stranger. "Some women have no interest in sex for months after an attack. But others, especially younger women such as Amber, see it as part of the recovery process. Taking back their lives." He felt Amber nod against his arm, but wouldn't COULDN'T look at her.

The nurse continued. "As long as the woman has a partner who is patient and understanding, which you have exhibited during this whole visit, I have no problem with her exploring where she's at sexually at this point. As long as you're both comfortable with her stopping if she needs to, which I feel confident you would."

She turned back to Amber. "Anything else?"

Amber shook her head.

"Okay. I'll see you again in another month. Call me if you have any problems."

The second they were alone Daryl turned and growled at Amber. "I'm gonna KILL you!"

She just grinned at him. "She asked if I had any questions. My body, my questions."

He shook his head. "FUCK NO, girl." he hissed, keeping his voice low, remembering where they were. "DONE TOLD YA, we ain't doin shit right now."

Amber huffed. "Didn't say I was going to grab you and take advantage of you right here. I just asked if it was okay. And you heard her, it's part of me getting better."

Daryl put his hands on either side of her hips. "Well, ya better be fuckin glad I love ya. That's all I can say."

Amber wrapped her arms around his waist and propped her face on his chest. Daryl did his best to keep his scowl on his face as he looked down at her. It was hard knowing how badly she had been hurting minutes before.

"I'm sorry, Desperado. I would say that I didn't know you would be embarrassed, but that would be a lie. Forgive me."

Daryl put one of his hands on his hip and looked at the ceiling. "Come on. Let's go. We got two hours before my appointment for my arm. We need ta get some lunch." He wasn't talking about it anymore right now. Not here.

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They had ended up eating at the Mexican restaurant. Daryl was pleased with Amber's appetite, when they weighed her at the doctors office she had gained back five pounds since being released from the hospital. They both avoided the topic of conversation from Amber's question at the doctors office as they ate. Daryl enjoyed being out with her somewhere besides the clubhouse, despite still being a bit perturbed.

Then it was time to go to his doctor's appointment, which he hoped would be his last for a while. Amber had suggested he wear one of his black wife beaters under his black tee and he was grateful for her forethought when the doctor asked him to remove his shirt in front of the nurse. The doctor had rotated his shoulder, seeming pleased with it's range. It still had a catch of pain when he moved it a certain angle but he kept his stone face, not wanting to wear the sling anymore. Daryl was pretty sure he fooled the doctor, but Amber looked at him with a frown. She was onto him about that too. Was there anything he could keep from her?

The doc gave him permission to go without the sling (ha, permission, he had been going without it since the beginning) and said he could ride the bike for up to an hour a day, slowly working up to more if he needed. Daryl just nodded as he jerked his shirt back on, he had no plans to ride until Amber could.

They were now headed home in the early afternoon light, the windows of the truck rolled down. The air conditioner wasn't fantastic, he probably needed to take it down to the shop and have a look at it. Amber didn't seem to mind, lounging against his shoulder as the hair that had escaped her messy bun flew around her head.

"You glad you don't have to wear the sling anymore?" she asked, eyes still closed.

"Fuck yeah." Daryl let his right arm come off the back of the seat to wrap around Amber's shoulders as he pulled into the farm driveway. "Ya okay? Ya know..."

"Yeah. I'm not hurting. Probably just spot for a couple days like she said."

He took his arm out from around her after a minute so he could get the truck over the narrow dam.

"You glad you can ride the bike now?"

Daryl shrugged as he parked next to the porch. Amber had covered more ground than usual on her crutches and he knew she was tired. "I reckon. Don't really feel like ridin by m'self."

Amber shook her head as he got out and grabbed her crutches out of the back before pulling her to his door and helping her out. "You can't not ride because of me." Amber made it about three steps and Daryl could see how tired she was.

"Hold up." he said with a sigh. A minute later she was in his arms being carried through the front door.

"Daryl, just because the doctor said you were better doesn't mean you can start carrying me all the time again." Amber wasn't fighting too hard though. She laid her head on his chest and yawned as he headed to the bedroom.

"Shut up. Ya just tired."

He laid her on the bed and toed off his boots and stripped off his shirt and vest before motioning for her to move over. He reached down and pulled off her sneakers before crawling in behind her.

"This mean you're going to let me take advantage of you?" Amber asked sleepily as Daryl curled around her back.

"Fuck no. It means ya need ta take a nap."

"Asshole."

"Girl..."

"I love you, asshole. That better?"

Daryl couldn't help but chuckle against her neck. "I love ya too, smart ass. Now sleep."

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Amber woke before Daryl did, the light coming through the window telling that it was late afternoon. She knew he was tired too when they came in. She remembered waking with flashbacks twice the night before and she was almost positive he had stayed awake to smoke a cigarette after the second one. Daryl lay in what was his favorite position lately, wrapped around her, leg between hers, hand tucked between her breast and the bed. Amber lay there for a while, just enjoying the safe feeling of him around her and the smell of smoke and leather that was him.

He sighed against her neck, pulling her tighter to him for a second and she knew he was beginning to wake. It briefly crossed Amber's mind to start something while he was still half asleep but she dismissed it immediately. That would only serve to make him mad and possibly not trust her, at least not in that department, for a while. So she twisted in Daryl's arms, moving her leg from over his so she could face him. Over the last couple days she had gained the ability to lay on her right side for a couple hours a night.

Daryl frowned in his sleep, moving his hand over her ass to seat Amber more firmly against him. She giggled quietly, who would have ever thought Daryl Dixon, the redneck crossbow-carrying outlaw biker, would be a cuddler. A look at the clock told her they had slept over two hours, he needed to wake up if he was going to sleep tonight.

"Desperado..." she murmured, kissing the scruff on his jaw. He moved his head toward her lips for a second but didn't open his eyes. Amber trailed her fingers lightly over the side of his face, and down his neck to stroke his chest over his wife beater.

"Daryl, baby, you need to wake up."

One of his eyes popped open. "I been awake."

Amber slapped at his chest and he pulled her closer to him. "How long?" she asked.

"Jus' since ya rolled over."

He stretched and she felt something familiar brush against her hip just before he quickly pulled his hips back. Amber decided to act like she hadn't noticed, for the moment.

"Why didn't you say something?"

He shrugged. "Figured I'd see if you'd behave."

Amber huffed. "Do you really think I would mess with you while you were asleep?"

"The way ya been acting lately..."

Amber punched his good shoulder and Daryl chuckled, pulling her in for a kiss with his hand on the back of her neck. Amber thought about trying to pull away, punish him a little, but that idea went out the window when his lips touched hers.

He kissed her slow, lazily, smirking against her mouth when she tried to deepen it and he resisted. One of his arms was under her head and the other was now rubbing his hand up and down her back in the same maddening rhythm as the kiss. Amber got frustrated because he wouldn't open his mouth and he was doing ON FUCKING PURPOSE so she bit his bottom lip, knowing how he would react. Daryl groaned, his fingers tightened on her back and she took her chance. The second he opened his mouth she dove in, finding his tongue and gliding over it. He groaned again and responded in kind, to her delight.

Daryl's hand went down to cup her ass and the squeeze. Amber could have cried in joy. He pulled back from her mouth and smirked at her.

"Ya little bitch, that bitin shit ain't fair..."

"Fuck fair." Amber grabbed at the hem of the wife beater and Daryl took the hint, jerking it over his head and throwing it on the floor. Their mouths met again and he kissed her like he did the night before, dominating her. It made her feel safe, like being home. She began running her hands over his chest and arms, feeling the muscles roll and move under her hands. Then she zeroed in on his nipples and thumbed them the way he did hers, while pressing her palms against the flat planes of his chest. Daryl growled and started kissing down her jaw, and then down her neck, nipping the tender skin and tasting her. He got to the strap of her tank top and hesitated. Amber didn't however. She sat up a little and pulled the shirt off and then reached for the back of her bra. Daryl went to shake his head.

"It's alright. I can't get off with just that." Amber jerked the bra off and flung it into the floor with his shirt. Daryl stopped for a second, just looking at her. He had not seen her breasts in a sexual manner for over a month.

"Touch me. Please." Amber said finally, almost whining.

Daryl swallowed and the ran the knuckles of his hand down the side of one swell.

"Always so fuckin soft..." he murmured just before bringing his head down to kiss and tongue down her chest. When he got to the peak of one breast he circled the pink pearl with his tongue slowly, making Amber's hands clutch at his hair while she arched her back to give him better access. Daryl then took it in his mouth and suckled, soft and gentle. It was so different than the hard fast way they had fucked before that it made her ache. It was like she could feel every ridge of his tongue as it slid over her nipple. He looked up at her and when their eyes locked Amber had the thought that maybe she was wrong, maybe she could come with just that.

He released her and then pushed her onto her back a little, to give the other side the same treatment. Amber was mewling, holding his head to her. Daryl let her go and licked a trail up her neck before returning to her mouth for a while. His hands came up, cupping and then squeezing her breasts over and over as he plundered her mouth.

"You enjoying yourself?" Amber asked with a grin when they pulled back to catch their breath.

"Fuck yeah. I missed'em." he said against the skin of her neck.

Their lips came together again and Amber ran her hands down his stomach to his belt. She let her fingers play over the buckle for a minute, just enjoying the pure maleness of it, before pulling it open. She unbuttoned his jeans, then did the zipper, and his cock sprang forth, covered only by the thin cotton of his boxers. She went to touch him and Daryl's hand came down to encircle her wrist. She had the sudden fear that he wasn't going to let her do it.

"Listen and listen good." he said against her lips. "If ya need ta stop, ya stop, ya hear me? I don't care if I'm almost there, ya fuckin stop."

Amber nodded. "I promise. I just want to make you feel good, baby."

He released her and her fingertips played over the hard length straining against his boxers. Daryl hissed and pressed his face into her neck. "Fuck, ain't gonna last 'bout three seconds no way."

"It's alright." Amber murmured against his hair. "It's been ten years since I did this, so my technique isn't going to be perfect. And the way we're laying, I'm gonna have to do it left handed."

Daryl's arm tightened around her back, the other going to grab the top of her brace. Amber figured he was going to roll her over, then crawl over her to lay against the wall. Instead he rolled onto his back, taking her over with him. For one glorious moment she was laying on top of his hard body. But then Daryl turned the rest of the way. Now she wasn't laying on her 'smart hand' and could work better. Amber had a thought and flung her arm behind her to snag Daryl's vest off the floor. He gave her a confused look until she pulled out the black bandana that he carried in one of the pockets.

"Told you I was out of practice. Almost forgot we would need something. Take your pants off."

Daryl rolled over on his back and pushed his jeans and boxers down to his thighs and then looked over at Amber questioningly.

"Yes, all the way off. I need room to work."

He rolled his eyes but shucked his jeans and boxers as she arranged the bandana across her stomach. He rolled back to her and then he was pressing hard and hot into her belly. Amber reached down and circled her fingers around his cock for the first time in over a month. Daryl grunted the second she touched him and jerked. Amber looked at his face, his eyes were closed but the blush was creeping up.

"Hey, Desperado, look at me." she said softly and he finally opened his eyes. "It's just me, just baby girl. You've fucked me just about every way possible. I think we can handle a hand job. Now relax."

He nodded and swallowed hard. "Jus' missed ya, girl."

Amber leaned to him and kissed the tattoo on his chest, running her tongue over it. "I've missed you to. That's why I want this." This was awkward. They could handle awkward sex, or fooling around or whatever this was. What she couldn't handle was not being intimate with him at all.

Daryl relaxed against her a little and Amber began to stroke him slowly. One of his hands went to her breast and the other slid into the back of her shorts, kneading her ass through her panties. Amber marveled at how he felt in her hand, like steel covered in velvet, throbbing and thick. They had always been in such a hurry to get him in her pussy or her mouth that she hadn't taken the time to really admire his member.

Daryl pulled his hand out of her shorts and wrapped it around her hand that was working him, tightening up her grip. He immediately shuddered and groaned.

"Fuck, yes. Like that, ya ain't gonna hurt me."

He put his hand back down in her shorts, satisfied with her technique now. Amber wasn't offended, she wanted him to show her what he needed. She sped up a little and he nodded against her neck, sucking on the skin where it met her shoulder. The head of his cock brushed against where the bandana lay on her stomach and he jerked against her. Amber made it do it again, and the reaction was the same. She looked down and decided awkward was awkward, and dirty was dirty. Might as well do it right.

She pulled the bandana off her stomach with her free hand and now his head was brushing the soft skin of her stomach with every stroke. Daryl grunted against her in approval. He lifted his top leg a little and she knew what he wanted without him asking. She snaked her left hand down below where the other was working and cupped his balls.

"Roll'em, like when ya work'em with ya mouth." he said, voice sounded strangled. She did as directed and he groaned low, his hips bucking. He was close. Amber had wanted to watch his face as he came but he pressed into her shoulder. It didn't bother her that much because he began biting and sucking her skin, making an animalistic noise in his throat. His hands became rougher against her body, demanding of her flesh. Amber loved this, working him like this. She felt totally in control of him, pleasuring him this way.

"Aw, fuck, girl..." he groaned, legs beginning to tense up. Amber tightened up her hand a little more, sped up her stroke, and let his head bump against her a bit harder. The second his balls went to draw up, she tugged downward and he was gone.

Daryl roared against her skin, muffling his cries, as he bucked against her, his seed hot on her skin. She continued stroking his cock as it pulsed, keeping the gentle tension below. Daryl shuddered against her and turned his head to bite her neck hard. Amber let him have it gladly, it had been so long since he had marked her as his, the pain was sweet joy.

She finally released him as he began to soften, his body relaxing. Grabbing the bandana where she had stowed it under the pillow, she quickly cleaned herself up before he opened his eyes and threw the square of fabric on the floor behind her.

Daryl's breathing evened out a bit and his arms slipped around her, pulling her body against his. He finally opened his eyes and searched her face. She knew he was looking for any signs of doubt or regret. He didn't find them, Amber just grinned at him smugly.

"Don't be lookin at me like that, all proud and shit." he grumbled. Amber could see his lip trying to turn up though.

"Oh I am. Very. You enjoy yourself?"

"Nope." he kissed her lips sweetly. "Sure didn't, that's why I came all over your belly and yelled like a fuckin pussy."

Amber giggled, shaking her head as she swatted his ass. "You're so nasty."

Daryl pulled her closer to him, setting his chin on top of her head. "Your fault. I do and say shit now I never did, till you."

"I've taught you well."

"I reckon ya have, baby girl."