A/N Sorry I haven't updated this one in a while, I just haven't had any inspirations. I thank my girl Kevkye for giving me the romantic vacation idea.
Baby Brother was already at the bar drinking a beer when he walked in, and Merle could tell by the look on his face he was not a happy boy.
"Gettin' started without me brother?" Merle thought maybe he'd get a half a grin, but no, he just got a "Shut up, Merle."
Good thing was, about that time barkeep set a beer down in front of Merle.
"Alright little brother, I'ma let that go by, cuz I can see yer pissed n I got a beer ta drink. You n little ballbuster havin' a squabble?"
"Nah, that ain't it, shit, if it's possible, this is even worse than that. In fact, she's so fuckin' happy right now I'm startin' ta think she might just burst her seams." And baby brother took a big ol' swallow a beer.
"Well, if it ain't Beth then what the hell's up boy, anythin' I can help ya with?" Merle was tryin' to help, cuz really? Baby Brother just wasn't any fun to be around when he was all sullen and moody and what not.
"Big Boss is makin' me go ta some fancy damn party. Gonna be at a big hotel down in Atlanta in the hotel ballroom for hell sake. I gotta wear a fuckin' tuxedo, says I need ta learn some damn table manners and gotta learn ta dance. I told him I know how ta dance n he said he didn't mean that R rated slow dancin' I do with Beth."
And Merle couldn't hold it in, he started cacklin', you know, that damn Merle cackle that just about drove Daryl insane. "Shut up ya dumbass."
"Sorry kid, but shit, I'm tryin' ta picture ya in a tux waltzin' around at some damn ball," and there went that fuckin' cackle again, and Merle was tryin' hard to stifle it. "Sorry, so what the hell is this all about anyways?"
"Ah the biggest fuckin' customer we gots havin' this doin's and he specially ask big boss that him an me be there. Customer wants ta party with the guy that builds his jets. I tried ta get big boss ta take Oscar, but he said 'No, gotta be you little boss.' Fuck. Whoever thought bein' a boss could be the worst thing goin'?"
"Well now boy, let's think about this for just a minute here. Ball buster's been askin' ya ta take her on a vacation for a while, now it sounds like this here could be the start. If it's some fancy place, and ya stay a couple extra nights, yer golden with her. Shit, a fuckin' fancy party and a vacation, you oughta be on her good side for at least six months. In fact, since yer gonna be there anyways, maybe Cindy n me'll go on down there too. We can all party, I mean, ya know, besides yer fancy little princess ball."
"Yeah, right perfect, the fuckin' redneck invasion of Atlanta. A damn Redneck Apocalypse. That fancy hotel'll get one look at us, bar the doors and call the cops." And they both snorted out a laugh thinkin' about that.
They had just that one more beer while they settled on a plan. The party was on a Saturday, so of course, they'd all head down there on Friday afternoon and get a head start on it. Saturday while Daryl and Beth were at the party, Merle felt pretty damn sure he and Cindy would find a way to entertain themselves. Hell, maybe he'd even take her out to a big dinner. It all sounded like such a good idea, ya know, while they were discussin' it there in the bar n all.
Daryl got home, went right up behind that woman, like he loved ta do when she was standing at the stove, licked her ear and copped a feel, "Hey baby, what's cookin'."
She just smiled up at him and said, "Don't you start anything you don't plan to finish Daryl Dixon."
And that made him take just one more little feel and he smiled right back, "Just as soon as D.J. hits the sack, Baby."
Over dinner she asked him, "Daryl you've been a miserable man since you found out about the big party. In fact, I was almost starting to worry about you. What has you so darn happy all the sudden, I mean besides a couple of beers?"
"Merle n me come up with a plan about that. We thought we'd all head down there on Friday, and stay until Monday, make it into that vacation you been wantin' ta take so bad." He was a little surprised she didn't smile.
"Daryl, that's really sweet and all, and you know I love Cindy and Merle, but I wanted to go on a vacation with just you and me, you know, to be alone." She looked at him with those big blue eyes and he was feeling pretty sure he'd fucked up. Nuthin' new about that.
"Well Baby, I thought I's doin' sumthin' you'd like, but hey I got lotsa vacation time comin', where do ya think ya wanna go?" Hell, he wouldn't mind bein' alone with her for a few days either.
"Well I can't make up my mind between Hawaii and New Orleans." Her pretty little brow was furrowed.
He knew what sounded good to him, the closer one, the one he could drive to. On the other hand, she did look damn hot in a swimmin' suit.
"You decide Baby n then I'ma take ya there, just you n me, k?" looked like he wasn't in trouble after all. That was a real good thing cuz he was really lookin' forward ta followin' through with that promise he made over there by the stove, you know, for after D.J. went to bed and all.
She decided on New Orleans, because she didn't want to be too far from D.J., and that sounded perfect to him. And she didn't tell him it was because she knew flying scared the holy livin' beejeesus out of him and he could just drive them down to New Orleans.
They decided they'd go right from Atlanta, stay down in New Orleans four nights, then come on home, all refreshed and worn out at the same time.
But first things first. Saturday mornin', early, Mama Greene showed up to watch D.J. so Daryl and Beth could get down to Atlanta and get their clothes for the fancy party. Big boss was paying for Daryl to rent his tux and what all he needed, but he knew Beth wanted ta get herself a new dress, and he liked that idea too.
They started with the easy part, his tux. Beth got all manner of excited when he came outta the little dressing room. "Oh my gawd Daryl, you look soooo hot!" And right then he decided maybe this damn tuxedo wasn't so bad.
He had no idea they gave ya the whole shootin' match – suit, shirt, belt, socks, shoes, tie, all of it. Damn, those shoes were shiny.
Next they went to the big department store to pick out her dress. They had a nice chair for husbands near the dressing room, and that's where he parked his ass.
The sales lady knew a sale when she saw one comin' and she was bringin' his Beth every kinda color and style of dress they had in that place. Finally she come outta that dressing room and he knew he was lookin' at the most beautiful thing any man had ever seen. Damn.
There was his Beth in a bright red dress. It had long sleeves and some kinda see through lacy stuff up top, and damn, it was tighter than a gnat's ass stretched across a rain barrel. And he let her know how much he liked it, "Baby, I'm meltin' from the heat comin' offa you right now. You could wear that damn thing every fuckin' day and I'd never get tired a takin' it off ya." And the sales lady cleared her throat and Daryl said, "Oh shit m'am, sorry, didn't mean ta swear."
And the sales lady said, "Oh no need to apologize sir, she does look radiant." The sales lady wasn't gonna fuck up a sale just cuz Daryl said fuck, and insinuated one or two other things.
Then came the good part, she got some a those strappy high heel shoes and oh yeah, a tiny little purse that seemed pointless, but she loved it and that's all Daryl cared about. The really good part was the tiny pair a red lace panties and a little red lace bra. Daryl was thinkin' he'd like ta have her model the shoes with the bra and panties. Then he'd like ta rip 'em off her, with his teeth. Maybe this party was gonna be fun after all.
After all that excitement they hightailed it home, hopin' Mama had D.J. over at the farm so they could show each other how sexy they thought they were. And they lucked out, and the hell with Disneyland, that cabin in the woods was the happiest place on earth.
Then Daryl went over and got D.J. while Beth fixed some nachos and all kindsa other snacks, cuz Merle and Cindy was comin' over for beers so they could finalize all their vacation plans.
They all agreed they'd stay at the same fancy hotel where the party was, oh yeah, Beth and Daryl's room was all paid for Saturday night, but Merle was just playin' the big shot. And the general attitude the brothers' shared was, hell, it's only money and it makes the women happy.
Merle and Cindy were gonna head on home on Monday after the ball, or whatever it was, but Beth and Daryl were heading right on down to New Orleans. They coulda flown down there in an hour or so, but Daryl said he wanted ta see the scenery on the way there, and even though everyone knew he was fulla shit as a Christmas goose, no one said a damn thing, cuz really? No one wants a cranky Daryl.
Once they made all the plans, they got to the more serious drinkin', all of this planning had taxed them.
Two weeks later, on Friday, they all left at noon and headed that way. There was big excitement, especially Beth, Daryl was thinking he might have ta give her one a those tranquilizer pills if she couldn't settle down. But he was smilin' to himself thinkin', "My Beth's gonna have big fun," And when his Beth had big fun, it meant Daryl had big fun.
They all checked into the fancy hotel, and they ooo'd and they ahhhh'd and then they went to the man in the know, you know who I mean, the valet parking attendant, and Daryl slipped him a twenty and asked him what was close by in the way of a real bar, and they headed right on over.
And they proceeded to have fun the Dixon way. They drank some cold ones, had some shots, they played some pool, when they were sure no one was lookin' Merle and Daryl did a little inappropriate touching of their ladies. And those ladies had no complaints.
Anytime Daryl was at least four drinks in, he was happy ta dance the slow ones with his Beth, damn, he didn't care what that dumb fuckin' dance teacher said, he knew that he knew the right way ta dance with his baby. And the best part was, she agreed.
And the short story is, all the Dixon's had a shitload a fun.
The next mornin', okay, it was late morning, they scoured the area until they found a Waffle House and had a big ol' breakfast that couldn't be beat. Then it was off to Zoo Atlanta.
Beth had told him she'd need two hours to get ready, and he had no idea why it would take that long, but he didn't argue, as you know, Daryl Dixon wasn't a complete idiot, he got her back to the room in plenty of time.
He took a quick shower, then she went in the bathroom, and just about the time he thought he'd never see her again, she finally came out. She smiled at him and she looked so damn gorgeous. She had her make-up on – much more than she usually wore, including red lipstick, and her hair was really fancy, he'd never seen it like that, and he like it. Then she took that little bathrobe off and she was wearin' those tiny red panties and that little red lace bra, and he smiled at her and said, "Damn baby, now my whole night's gonna be spent thinkin' 'bout takin' them pretty little things offa you." And she just smiled, because really? She'd be thinkin' the same thing.
In the meantime, he'd been just sittin' in a chair in his boxers watching "Bow Madness" on the Outdoor Channel. And she told him he HAD to get the tux on, they had to go in 20 minutes. And he grumbled, but he knew she was right, and he kept telling himself, he was gonna be with the prettiest, hottest woman at the ball, or whatever the fuck this thing was. And he was watching her pour herself into that dress, and life wasn't all bad.
And they went, and they hung with Big Boss and his wife while they said their "Hellos" and they were drinkin' champagne, which was never a bad thing, and the big deal customer couldn't wait to shake Daryl's hand and tell him how much he appreciated him, and he even said to Beth, "Your husband is a master of his craft Mrs. Dixon, there's no one else I'd ever want to build me a jet."
And he could see Beth smile all big and proud and he had to admit, he was a little puffed up hisself.
They had their fancy dinner of filet mignons and lobster tails and dessert that was set on fire, and was pretty damn good. And there was more champagne, and there was red wine, and there was white wine, and there was after dinner wine and there was after dinner single malt scotch. And two guys, including the big deal customer gave little speeches, not too long thank God, and then the music started.
And waiters and waitresses kept coming around with trays of more drinks, and there was an open bar if you didn't like what kind of drinks the waiters and the waitresses had, and everything was in fancy crystal glasses.
Daryl got to thinkin', these people liked to drink plenty, they just drank more expensive liquor outta more expensive glasses. And they liked to party plenty, just a little different kinda party. But that didn't make them bad, now did it? And he settled right into havin' some fun because the band had started and he was gonna dance with his Beth.
And he was pretty well behaved at first, and so was she, because, well you know, big boss had mentioned it to him about three thousand times, and they danced those slow dances just like the dance instructor had taught them. But then they had a couple more drinks, and they could no longer be held accountable for their actions.
And Big Boss and the Big Deal Customer were chatting, and they just happened to be watching the Dixons glide across the dance floor, when they saw Daryl start suckin' on Beth's neck while his hand slid down on her ass cheek and gave it a real firm squeeze, and she seemed to melt right into him, and he kinda had her lifted up by that ass cheek, so she was pressed into him, you know what I'm saying.
And the Big Deal Customer smiled over at Big Boss and said, "I guess building jets isn't the only thing Dixon knows how to do."
All in all, the big fancy party turned out to be a lot more fun than Daryl could have ever imagined, and his Beth, she was so happy, and when they got back to their room she let him show her his skills at removing underwear with his teeth.
And because they were on vacation n all, and Daryl was currently the happiest man who'd ever walked the earth, they ordered room service for breakfast, and Daryl ordered a bottle of champagne and a pitcher of orange juice so they could make mimosas.
Merle n Cindy musta been havin' their own fun, or recovering from it, cuz they didn't hear from them 'til damn near noon. That's when they all decided they should do something healthy, and educational, oh c'mon, you know that's bullshit, they just wanted to see the fish, so they went over to the Georgia Aquarium.
And they had a fine time of it, and then they drove over to Joe's Crab Shack in Douglasville, cuz it wasn't THAT far, and after lookin' at all those fish, they had a little craving.
And Beth was watchin' her husband crack those crab shells, not just his, not her husband, he cracked hers too, and damn, he was a fine lookin' thing, she loved the way those arm muscles twitched when he was showing those crab who was boss. And she scooted over closer to him, and she slid her had under the table, and she gave him a friendly little squeeze, you know, just to let him know how much she appreciated his manliness. And Daryl was crackin' crab with a big ol' shit eatin' grin on his face.
And they went back to the hotel n they all agreed it had been a pretty damn fine vacation, they toasted it with a couple of nightcaps in the hotel bar, and then they were off to their rooms.
And Beth surprised him when she took a bottle a red wine outta her travel bag, and smiled at him, and said, "Let's have a little glass of wine and talk for a few minutes." And he got right to opening it, because he thought this could be bad, shit, is this the other shoe dropping? What could be wrong now?
And he poured two glasses, and he handed her one of 'em, and he sat in the chair, just waitin' for things ta turn bad, when she came right over n got in his lap.
Naturally that one hand went right up to cup her butt cheek, he had to keep her from falling, right? And they clinked wine glasses, and then it started, "Daryl, I want to ask you something important." Aww shit. "And I really want you to be honest with me. Don't tell me what you think I want to hear, because you don't even know how I feel…"
He had that deer in the headlights look when he stopped her right there, "What the hell Beth, did I fuck up? Are ya mad at me? Just tell me what I done n I'll make it right."
And she just smiled and leaned over and gave him a big kiss, and she said, "Daryl, I don't understand why you always think I'm mad at you, I almost never get upset with you. You're the best husband in the world, oh, and also the hottest. Don't I show you how much I love you all the time?"
And he smiled at her and said, "Yeah baby, you do. I guess I just can't believe a beautiful, sweet young thing like you wants to be saddled with some redneck asshole."
And she pretended to slap him across the face and said, "Don't you ever talk about my husband that way, or I'll kick your ass!" And they both laughed.
And then she asked it, "How do you feel about having another baby, Daryl?"
And he thought his stomach headed into his throat, and then she said, "And be honest with me, please."
And he took a gulp of wine, and a real deep breath, cuz he was gonna tell the truth, "Baby, ya know I love D.J. like nuthin' else. And there can't possibly be a spec a doubt in yer mind 'bout how much I love you. I think we done perfect with the little fella. Never imagined myself havin' a kid at all, and he was definitely a surprise," and he couldn't help but smile thinkin' about the wedding, "And I'm satisfied with just him. Could change my mind later, but I don't really imagine that happenin'."
And now he waited for her to start cryin' and tellin' him she really needed a baby girl or sumthin', but instead, she put her arms around his neck and said, "Oh thank God Daryl, I thought for sure you wanted to have another one and I'm so happy with just our precious D.J."
And with happiness all around, a bottle of wine to drink, and both of them thinkin' they wanted to show each other just how in love they were, you know, in that Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom, this vacation was just getting' better and better.
A/N I am officially out of ideas for this fiction, remember when it was only going to be a one shot? If any of you have a prompt that suits this particular Beth and Daryl, I'd love to hear it, and I'll try to work it into a chapter. Please check out my other Bethyl fictions, Leaving Georgia and Hittin' the Highway. Thanks so much for reading, please review xo
