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This is just a quick fill in chapter.

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Danny's POV

We're all in the living room because now's the time we tell Sophia. I'm sat on the on the floor, my back to the couch that Daryl is currently sat on. I have my arm hooked over his thigh trying to steal some of his body heat. Merle is sat beside his brother on the sofa while Carol and Sophia are squeezed together on the sofa chair opposite.

Sophia is staring towards the three of us, waiting. She knows we have something to tell her but she's struggling to read the room, her eyebrows are furrowed but every now and again she smiles to see if it'll be returned.

Every time her eyes land on me I make sure to return her smile because she doesn't deserve to be stressed out or worried.

"Sophia". She sits up a little straighter. "Daryl and I are hav... We're..." Why is it so hard to say? Just do it. "I'm pregnant".

She squeals which makes all of us wince, she's then jumping out the chair and lunging towards me. She wraps her arms around my neck and yanks me into her chest in a very smothering hug and then just as quickly she's got her hands gripping my shoulders and she's pushing me back.

"Oh my god, This is so exciting. I'm going to have a little sister. I am going to love her so much. How long do we have to wait?"

I smile at her refusing to ruin her mood, I can't bring her into the way we are feeling. If she wants to be excited then I'm going to let her be, who knows maybe it'll be contagious. I wholeheartedly wish I could feel like she is right now. This should be something that is celebrated but I had no plans of having kids at any point in the near future, not even if we were back in the old world but now it's... It's a death sentence.

I clear my throat to make sure it doesn't give anything away. "Nine months, we aren't certain on how far a long I actually am".

"Urgh, that's so long."

I force a short laugh, it's not long enough.

"Sophia sweetheart, come sit down. Stop crowding". Sophia listens to her mum and retakes her seat in the tiny gap between her mum and the arm of the chair.

"What happens now?" She asks as soon as she's comfy.

Merle's hand lands on my shoulder and he gives it reassuring squeeze. "Well girl, we go back. That's what's happenin' next." I'm glad I don't have to talk any more.

"Back?" She frowns at Merle

"To the farm. We're gonna need a doctor."

A huge grin spreads out on her face. "Oh yes. Oh I can't wait to tell everyone. Please let me tell them the good news. You and Lori can have your baby's together".

I close my eyes and rest my forehead against Daryl's thigh. I can't do this.

"Why don't the three of us get some sleep, huh. It's gonna be a long journey back". Merle then gives my shoulder another squeeze before getting to his feet with a sigh.

Daryl moans at Merle all the time about how reckless and immature he is in certain situations but nobody can deny that that man knows when he needs to be the caring, protective older brother.

Sophia groans in disappointment but then when the room goes completely silent I know they've left, I don't move though. I feel as Daryl sits forward and then laces his fingers through mine.

"You haven't go to do that ya know".

"What?" I lift my head up a little to look up at him.

"Pretend. Ya've done it since yesterday. Don't think I ain't noticed ya smiles don't reach ya eyes anymore".

"I'm scared".

He brings his other hand up and pushes my hair away from my face. "I know, so am I but we gotta be honest through this. When you don't feel well ya tell me, no matter how small". He stares straight into my eyes. "Please stop pretendin' you're happy when I know you ain't".

I close my eyes again and put my forehead back down. "But Sophia..."

"She'll be fine, Carol's probably already spoken to her".

I wake up on the sofa under a pile of blankets. Carol and Merle are in the room packing bags, how that didn't wake me I have no idea. When Carol notices my eyes are now open she offers me a warm smile.

"Morning sweetheart".

"Morning, You should have woke me". I sit up, reluctantly pushing the blankets away.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's not like we unpacked that much. We're nearly done."

"Well I can help you finish". It honestly looks like she's gonna argue but then she just nods.

"Lazy-Shit, help me start takin' it out". And there's Merle to make me feel better. For a second I thought I was going to be side-lined, told to just relax, like I'm all of sudden physically incapable of helping. I get it, they're worried and are just trying to help in their own way, but I want them to help like Merle. Treat me like nothing is happening.

"Merle"! Carol glares at him in shock. "Don't talk to her like that".

Merle just scoffs and as I get to my feet he throws a bag at me, a buckle on one of the straps hits me in the chin. "Come on squirt, times wastin'".

"Yeah, I'm coming", I swing the bag onto my shoulder so I can pick up another. "But if you ever throw something at me like that again I will make you regret it".

He grins, "Yeah, what ya gonna do".

"An abundance of things. I'm not short of ideas". I keep my face straight and continuously stare into his eyes, as the seconds tick by his smile slowly drops little by little.

He lets out a puff of air that sort of sounds like it's a I don't believe you but also do, kind of chuckle. I raise my eyebrows which finally breaks our eye contact because he grabs up another bag and quickly walks out the room.

Carol's chuckle breaks the silence. "I don't think I could ever go back to not having the two of you in my life."

Daryl appears in the doorway. "What's this 'bout ya threatenin' to kill Merle".

"Yeah, I didn't say anything of the sort."

He raises an eyebrow at me, really not believing me.

"I'm serious. I have a witness". I gesture towards Carol who nods her head in agreement. "See".

"Yeah I get it. Come on, we're wastin' time". He takes the bag from my hand and goes to take the one I have on my shoulder but I grip it tighter and walk past him out the door.

After taking a walk through the house to make sure we haven't forgotten anything it's now time we leave.

The day we arrived here it had been seven days since we'd left the farm, but it wasn't seven days of travel. So we aren't completely sure how long the trip will take. Daryl estimates about three and half days, if we don't do too many stops. If it wasn't for the bike we could probably drive through the night, take turns in driving but we do have the bike. There isn't any room on the bed of the truck for it either so we'll just have to make do and he better not try and act like he doesn't need any sleep because I will kick up a fuss without even a second thought. Embarrassment be damned.

Daryl opens the back door for Sophia to jump in as Carol and Merle climb into the front. Sophia slides over to the other side and then once she's seated comfortably Daryl looks at me, waiting. Oh.

"I can't ride in there".

"Why?"

"Me throwing up the other day was the result of car sickness on a twenty minute journey. I'm not riding three days in that thing. I'll be joining you on the bike thanks".

He slams the door shut. "Perfect. Better to keep ya with me anyway".

I purse my lips at him and tut but don't offer up a retort because I'd rather be with him anyway. With our track record a group split up is more than likely so if I'm with him I hope that means I'll stay with him, because it's always me and him that don't end up together.

I put my gloves on and then climb onto the back of his bike. I've got my coat and hat on but I know that it's not enough to keep me warm on the back of here and I'm not looking forward to it.

I never thought we'd have to give in so quickly but it's for the best.