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Double Stuff
Beth felt like it was time to get up out of bed, she really did. If only she could open her eyes. "Oh my gosh" she mumbled to herself, "what time is it?" she wondered aloud while trying to keep from squinting. It was definitely much later than she usually slept in at home -not that she really got to sleep in that often.
A bit panicked taking in the mountain views from the floor to ceiling windows in front of her, It took a few moments for Beth to realize just where she was. The surroundings were completely unfamiliar to her and she was alone in a king sized bed with pillows and blankets scattered about. Blonde curls stood on end as Beth rubbed her eyes and stretched out like a cat. "Daryl" Beth finally called out. No response. Beth got up out of the bed, making sure to slide into her fuzzy slippers. "Daryl" Beth called out again, this time out the opened deck door. He wasn't out there either. But, oh my, what a glorious, crisp morning - uhh, afternoon. Who knew to be honest.
Feeling a very demanding urge to use the restroom, Beth made her way to the potty where she would decide where next to look for her wayward husband. While washing her hands, Beth heard a banging noise in the kitchen that caused her to jump a bit. "What the world" she mumbled to herself.
"Hey Babe" Daryl hollered, causing Beth to stick her head out of the restroom. "There you are" Beth smiled at her husband. She was surely glad he'd returned from wherever he'd been, but she was especially amused by his hair. Somehow, it was even wilder than hers. "What happened to your hair?" she laughed.
"Man, it's windy out there" Daryl told her. "I think there's a storm a brewin or something." Daryl was weighed down with multiple grocery bags.
Beth rushed over to help him with all of the items. "Oh my gosh - I forgot all about the grocery order. Why didn't you get me up? I would've gone with you to help."
"Are ya kiddin me?" Daryl snorted. "I tried to get ya up - you's dead to the world, was thinkin I might hold a mirror up under your nose to make sure you's breathin."
Beth gasped in embarrassment. "Now Daryl" she laughed.
"Course I knew you's alive cause you sounded like a big ole grizzly bear snorin" Daryl kept on. Beth swatted at her husband.
"Now, I don't believe that for one minute" Beth protested.
"You can believe what ya wanna" Daryl replied. "I been up since five cause I couldn't sleep. Soundin like a damn foghorn" Daryl put all the bags onto the kitchen table and turned to go get the remainder of groceries still out in the truck. Beth shook her head at her husband and mumbled something about him always exaggerating. She most certainly did not snore. The nerve of that man. Beth started putting groceries away and tried to think of a good comeback to use once Daryl returned but became distracted by a package of Oreos.
Hmmmmmm, Beth thought to herself. These were not on my Wal Mart order. That's when she noticed these weren't even Wal Mart bags. Well, some of them were and some of them weren't. Daryl must have stopped somewhere else as well. That man! When Daryl made it back inside, Beth was a third of the way through those double stuff treats.
"Damn Girl" Daryl teased. "Slow down."
"What?" she asked him with chocolate wafers all over her teeth. Daryl snickered and poured his wife a glass of milk to wash the cookies down.
Handing the glass of cold goodness to his wife he cautioned, "Don't ruin your lunch - picked us up some fried chicken and tators at this little deli at the bottom of the mountain." Beth watched Daryl toss steaks, hamburger, pork chops, and some hot dogs into the fridge as she gulped every drop of milk down. Daryl tried not to laugh as his wife made the classic "ahhhhhhhh"sound upon finishing her drink - the same sound she fussed at the kids about making when they also gulped a beverage down. "Thought we could go fishing - found the equipment in the out building."
"Oh, that sounds like fun" Beth squealed. "Will you bait my hook?"
"Yes" Daryl acted put out , but he really wasn't. "Better dress in layers - it's cold as shit in the shade, but then you'll fuckin melt if the sun comes out. Go on" he directed Beth. "I'll just get the cold stuff put up and then you can put the rest away when we get back. We're gonna lose daylight pretty soon up in these hills."
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The two had a great day fishing from the pond that was a feature of the property they were staying in. Daryl pointed out that there was a pretty good sized stream that bordered the property as well. "I'd like to see if we could get some trout later this week from the creek if you're up for it. Beth agreed that would be fun too. After catching plenty of catfish for supper that night, Daryl and Beth began packing up all the fishing equipment and it really was a race to beat the moon - the sun was setting fast and Beth's teeth were starting to chatter.
As they walked up the slight hill to the cabin's back deck, Beth was in a near sprint to get back into the warm cabin. Daryl whistled to gain her attention. "Hey, throw us some potatoes in the oven fore ya take your shower or bath" he hollered. "I'll get this fish cleaned and fry em up."
"Okay" Beth glanced back at him. "Sounds good - I'm starvin!"
Beth did just as Daryl asked - she'd wrapped a couple of really good sized baking potatoes in foil, got them in the oven, plus a little surprise she'd planned ahead for, and was now in a hot tub of bubbles trying to thaw her toes out. She heard Daryl come into the cabin and bumble around in the kitchen. It was only a few minutes before he came into the bathroom.
"Hey Babe" he asked. "Mind if I take a shower while you're in here?"
"Nope" Beth smiled. "I'm just about done - I forgot all about puttin the rest of those groceries away. I gotta do that before I start losin steam for the evenin. I am so sleepy, all the time it seems."
"Well, best I remember" Daryl looked at a scratch he'd gotten on his cheek while they were fishing, "you always were wiped out early on with all the kids. It's just part of it. If ya sleepy, lay down and sleep, means ya body needs it."
Beth let the water out of the tub and began to stand. "Hey, hey, hey" Daryl walked over to the tub. "Them bubbles have got to be slick" he fussed over his wife. "Let me help ya out." And so it begins Beth thought to herself. Goodness, he couldn't help it though. He was so protective when all her pregnancies. Daryl would certainly be that way at this point in their lives. And to tell the truth, Beth didn't mind it one bit. She was actually very appreciative - they were just both so nervous right now about this pregnancy.
"Thank you Daryl" Beth kissed her husband on the lips. "I'm sorry that tree limb got ya" she rubbed his scratch carefully.
"Yeh, shit" Daryl snorted. "Walked right into the damn thing."
"Make sure you wash it real good" Beth told him, "I'm pretty sure I've got some antibiotic ointment in my bag."
Daryl mumbled something as he turned the shower on. Beth is pretty sure he said something to the effect of somebody not needin any ointment, but rest assured, that someone would be getting some ointment on their cut whether he liked it or not.
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"Whatcha got in the oven?" Daryl wondered aloud as he took the last piece of fish out of the oil. "Besides that baby" Daryl laughed at his own cheesy joke. Beth was peering into the oven, and then reaching in with huge oven mitts on her hands.
"Annette Greene's famous peach pie" Beth winked at Daryl as she put the steaming pastry onto a heat safe pad on the counter. "Figured that was the least I could do for ya after I been so mean and nasty."
Daryl hugged Beth from behind, making sure to rub her belly. Growling in her ear, "I ain't gonna say that it was all worth ya bein so dang mean to me, but, that pie, man, that's the shit right there." Beth smiled to herself. She knew that it was Daryl's favorite dessert in the whole wide world.
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Every meal they had was better than the last, even the night they had chili dogs out on the deck. Daryl and Beth spent their days fishing, or exploring the nearby mountain towns. Beth even got a few Christmas gifts purchased at some of the shops. In the evenings, the two of them would snuggle up on the couch in front of a roaring fire and talk, watch movies, or play cards. It had to be the most relaxed the two of them had ever been.
On their last night in the cabin, Daryl and Beth made a few decisions as to how and when they were going to let people know about their pregnancy. Obviously, Carol already knew so that meant, more than likely Merle did too by now. Daryl and Beth decided it best to let Maggie and Glen in on the news, but to hold off for a bit longer before they said anything to the kids.
Decisions were also made about Beth keeping Josepha on at the house to help, especially in the mornings since it seemed that Beth was having the most trouble getting going in the morning. If the bulk of the footwork had not already been tended to as far as the football parent group was concerned, Daryl would have insisted that Beth give that up. He was certainly glad that wasn't a battle he had to face.
After a good night's sleep, and a good night of loving of course, Daryl loaded up the truck while Beth checked the cabin over really well to make sure they'd not left anything behind. "I had the most amazin time" Beth smiled as they closed and locked the door behind them.
"Mmmmm" Daryl kissed Beth before they headed down the stairs to the truck. "Me too" Daryl agreed. "We'll have to come back next year" Daryl commented. Then he smirked. "Reckon there's room for a crib in there anywhere? I know ya ain't gonna leave the baby home for that long."
They both laughed. "Maybe, we should find a bigger place and bring everyone. Even Merle and Carol, Maggie and Glen" Beth suggested. "Wouldn't that be fun?"
"That ain't exactly the word I'd use to describe a week away with all those people" Daryl was full out laughing now. "Merle would love the fishin though. And Glen would love all that old fashioned candy down at that store."
"I've always wondered how that man eats so much junk food" Beth pondered.
"Buckle up Babe" Daryl told his wife. "I'm ready to get home and see my younguns - I've missed the little shits."
"You're such a softie Daryl Dixon" Beth smiled over at her husband and watched the little honeymoon cabin disappear in the rearview mirror.