Oh my God! I'm pregnant? Is it really true? I was so excited that I didn't even know what to do. I need to tell Daryl. But he's still not home. I was upset that he wasn't here with me now. Oh well. He will be super excited when I tell him. I was all smiles.

I just wanted to go tell everyone. I hesitated. Should I tell my dad and Michonne? I thought about it. No. No, Daryl should be the first to know. I nodded. Maybe I should go see the doctor though. Just to make sure it's for certain before I get myself and Daryl all excited.

I stood there for a minute thinking. "Oh, screw it! I have no idea when Daryl is coming home. I'm going to see the doctor!" I stopped. "Why am I talking to myself? Why am I still talking to myself? Oh, who cares?" I shouted. I quickly slipped on my boots and my coat and headed out. I left the door unlocked in case Daryl would happen to get back while I'm gone. I smiled and practically skipped down the street.

"Well, you're definitely pregnant." Dr. Cohen said to me while looking at the screen. I was laying on the table, and I smiled wildly and let out a small laugh. He looked back at me from the screen and smiled too. "Congratulations."

"Thank you." I said and grinned. "How far along would you say?" I asked him.

"Well…from the looks of it, I'd say you're about a month." He said pushing his glasses up.

I gave him a shocked look. "A month? Really?" I was surprised that I was even that far already. I looked down at my flat stomach. "When will I start to show?"

"Well, every woman is different." Dr. Cohen said. "This is your first, right?" He looked at me. I nodded and kind of laughed a little. "For a first time, you could show as early as twelve weeks."

Twelve weeks? I did the math in my head. That's three months. Holy shit! I looked back down at my belly. I was already a month. That means I could have a baby bump in two months! My mouth opened and I smiled.

Dr. Cohen looked at me. "I'm glad this is a happy time for you." He smiled. "Where's the father?" I gave him an almost surprised look after he said that and didn't answer right away. "Sorry." He said before I spoke. "I shouldn't have."

"No. It's fine." I said quickly. "He's not dead." I shook my head and let out a small laugh. "He's just…out on a run."

"I see." The doctor said. "Well, I hope he gets back safe. You'll have some exciting news to tell him." He smiled. I smiled back. He took the wand away from me.

"Wait." I stopped him. "I-I didn't get a good look. Could I please see them again?"

Dr. Cohen smiled at me again. "Of course." He placed it back on me and moved around until he found the correct spot. "There they are."

I stared at the screen in awe. They looked just like a tiny little peanut. My mouth spread into a wide grin. That's my baby. Our baby. I put my hand over my belly.

Dr. Cohen gave me some prenatal vitamins before I left. I opened the bottle while I was still in his office and looked at them, they were some pretty large pills. They didn't smell too good either. I just laughed and shrugged. Oh well. I will do anything for my little peanut. He said I didn't need to come back for a month unless I needed to. Let's hope that doesn't happen.

I was all smiles as I left his office. However, I heard a commotion and looked up to see Glenn's group coming back from the run. My face lit up. That means Daryl is back too! I walked right up to them. As I got closer, though, I didn't see Daryl and they were already closing the gate. My smile faded a little.

"Hey." I said to Glenn. "Welcome back." I smiled and he gave me a hug. "You guys okay?"

"Yeah, but…" He trailed off. I noticed he wasn't really making eye contact with me.

"But what?" I said shaking my head. He gave me a concerned look, which worried the hell out of me. "Glenn, where's Daryl?"

He seemed to hesitate. "…we got swarmed and we had to move. We split up." He informed me. I should have known something was going to happen. With good news, comes bad news. My eyes widened and I was about to say something but Glenn spoke first. "He's fine." He raised his voice a little. "He'll be fine."

"But how can you know that?" My eyes were still pretty wide.

Glenn sighed. "Look, Daryl told me that he would lead them away and he'd find his way back another way." He nodded. I was still worried. I closed my eyes and breathed out. "Abby, it's Daryl. Trust me, he'll be fine." He smiled and let out a small laugh.

I took in what he said. Daryl was smart and tough, he knew how to handle things. How to survive. "Yeah." I nodded. "Yeah, you're right." I gave him a small smile.

"I know, I'm right." Glenn kind of teased. "Listen to your big brother." He nudged me a little. I let out a small laugh and looked down. There was a brief pause. "What do you got there?"

I looked up and saw him looking at the bottle of vitamins in my hand. Shit. "Oh, nothing." I tried to hide it behind my back. Way to make it obvious, idiot! I scolded myself.

"Oh come on." He said giving me a look.

I thought for a minute. I remembered that I was the first one that he told about Maggie being pregnant. Well, me and Rosita. Maybe I should return the blessing. "Actually," I moved it from behind my back, "it's prenatal vitamins." I looked at him nervously and bit my lip.

His eyes widened a little. "For you?" He smiled. I just nodded but my nervous look turned to a smile, my lip was still in my teeth. Glenn smiled real big then. "Congratulations!" He hugged me and lifted me off of the ground a little. I giggled.

Then I remembered something. "Wait." I said once my feet hit the ground. "I only told you because you told me first about Maggie, so don't tell anyone else." I pointed at him.

He nodded. "I'm honored." He imitated me from those years ago. I laughed, so did he. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

Glenn and I talked pretty much the whole way back to my house. We caught up, it had been a long time since we talked. "Thanks for walking with me." I said once we got to my house. "It's been a long time since I've seen your dumbass. You want to stay for a minute?" I asked him. He seemed to hesitate. He probably wants to get home to his wife and son, stupid. "How stupid of me." I laughed. "You probably want to get home to Maggie and little Hershel." I smiled.

Glenn let out a nervous laugh. "Well…to be honest, yeah, I do." He smiled at me.

I smiled back. "It's okay. I get it." I nodded. "It was really nice talking to you though. We need to see each other more often."

"Yeah, I know." He said. "Maggie and I say it all the time."

I nodded. There was a brief pause. "Well, tell Maggie I said hi and give hershel a kiss for me." I smiled. "And remember what I told you. Don't say a word to anyone!" I said with wide-eyes.

"I won't." He laughed. "I'll see ya."

I went to the door and watched him leave. Then, I put my hand on my stomach and smiled. We should make Glenn and Maggie the godparents.

Even though I was worried about Daryl, I couldn't stop smiling. I'm pregnant. I'm going to have a baby. I honestly thought it would take way longer than this. And I'm a whole month already! We're going to be parents! I'm going to be a mom!

I gasped just then and it felt like I was punched in the stomach. "I'm going to be a mom." I said out loud. I slowly sat down on the couch. That means I'm responsible. I have to take better care of myself and be careful.

What should I do? Should I eat something? I really wasn't that hungry. But… I placed my hand over my stomach and looked down. "I'll just have something small." I said out loud and shrugged. I'm talking to myself again. I don't do well here on my own.

I ended up eating something in a can that I could just heat up. I didn't feel like cooking. I sat at the table to start eating but when I put my foot down, I stepped in water. "What the hell?" I said and looked. That's when I saw the bowl of water and cat food and remembered about my new pet. Oh my God! I completely forgot about my cat! "Ponyboy!" I called. "Where are you little guy?"

I heard a meow about a minute later and he came out from our bedroom, I guessed. I laughed. "Hey, little guy?" I smiled. "Where ya been? You hungry?" I took one of the meatballs out of my spaghetti-O's and gave it to him. I was a little surprised that he actually ate it. I giggled and put a few more into his dish.

I ate some of my food and it wasn't long that I just didn't want it anymore. I got full pretty fast. Probably because I haven't really been eating. Plus, I don't know, I just didn't want it. I decided to eat a little bit more though.

I shoveled some into my mouth but after about three spoonfuls, I was sick. I could not eat anymore at all or I would puke. I looked down at the bowl, there was still a good bit of it left. Oh well. I thought. I'll just wrap it up, maybe I'll eat it later or even Daryl will. I wrapped it up and placed it in the fridge.

I sighed and sat back on the couch. Speaking of Daryl, why hasn't he gotten back yet? I hope he didn't run into trouble. I was beginning to worry myself. I had to nip that in the bud before it got any worse. No good in doing that. I told myself. You'll just make yourself sick.

I nodded, then looked down at Ponyboy. "Come here you little cutie pie baby." I smiled and picked him up. I put him on me as I laid down on the couch. "Hey." I petted him. "Guess what, Pony? You're gonna have a little brother or sister." I smiled sweetly. He meowed. "Yeah. What do you think about that?" He looked at me and meowed again. I laughed. "I can tell you're excited." He meowed right in my face this time. I smelled his nasty breath. "Ew, you gots da stinky breath." I said to him. "Almost made me pass out." I laughed. Ponyboy laid down on me. I guess I'm stuck here now until he decides to move, so I might as well chill. I got more comfortable and laid back. "Ah." I said. "It's always nice to relax." I smiled.

I don't really know how but I must have fallen asleep. I woke up feeling disoriented and it was pretty dark in the trailer. Damn! How long was I asleep? I couldn't remember what time it was when I laid down. Either way, I better get up and put a lamp on.

I sighed sitting up, my neck and back hurt a little from the position I was laying in. I stretched before standing up. Finally, I put the lamp on and got some light in here and saw that Ponyboy was asleep on the couch. He must have moved off of me at some point and curled up down there.

It was then that I remembered about Daryl. Why was he still not back? What's going on? He better be okay. Now I was really starting to worry. I wasn't worried at first because like Glenn said, it's Daryl. However, anything can happen out there. I swallowed hard. My throat was dry.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was getting late, I would be going to bed soon. I really didn't want to spend another night alone here. Being alone during the day is one thing, but I really hated being alone at night. And I was really missing my husband. I thought sadly.

I don't think I want him going out like this often, especially now that I'm pregnant. I mean…I didn't like it before but now it's more serious. He has more to lose now if something were to happen to him. I don't even want to think about that.

All of a sudden, I had to pee out of nowhere. It just came on so suddenly and it was bad. I practically ran into the bathroom. "Damn." I said out loud. Then, I smiled down at my stomach. "You're killing me already." I laughed.

Just then, I remembered about that weird pain that I was getting. Shit! I should have told the doctor about that while I was there! I scolded myself. That can't have anything to do with the pregnancy. It just wouldn't make sense. I sighed just then. Well, at least it hasn't happened today.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes looked full of concern whether I was trying to hide it or not. I took a deep breath. I wish Daryl would have been here to go to the doctor's with me. We could have shared that special time together. I became saddened because even though I was super happy when it happened, the point was it already happened and I couldn't take it back. There was nothing I could do about that.

Maybe I should have waited until he got back. If he gets back. Don't go there. I shook that thought. He's coming back. I nodded. He is. I was slowly gaining some confidence back. He led the walkers away and it got late so he probably stayed somewhere for the night. Yeah. I nodded at myself in the mirror again. Everything is fine.

And so what if he wasn't there at the first doctor's appointment? I have plenty more that he can come to. And it's better that I went to see the doctor because now we know for sure. I have confirmation, which means big news and a big surprise. I smiled.

Just then, a gust of wind blew making a whistling sound and it kind of scared me. I looked out the window into the darkness. I could see my reflection in the glass, there was a frown on my face. I just hope he gets home soon.

I was trying my hardest to stay calm but as it got later and later, I began to worry more. I already accepted the fact that Daryl wasn't coming home tonight, hours ago. However, I still couldn't stop thinking about the what ifs. I was making myself sick thinking about it.

I convinced myself to try and get some sleep because what good would it do anyone if I was sick? So…I grabbed my kitten, turned off all the lights and headed into bed. I got under the covers and tried to warm up. I doubt I'm going to get any sleep tonight. But I should at least try.

Ponyboy laid down and curled up next to me. I smiled at him. At least one of us is stress free. "You're one of the best things in my life." I told him and kissed his little head. "You, Daryl and," I put my hand over my stomach and looked down, "my little peanut." I tried to look on the bright side. It's hard to do but…I'm trying.

I laid down and closed my eyes. It wasn't long that my mind started wandering again. What if Daryl's reaction isn't…as positive as you're thinking? My eyes shot open. I felt something run through me as that realization set in. I wasn't even thinking about that. I was just thinking about my own joy. What if Daryl isn't excited? Or worse…what if he actually gets upset? I mean…we both decided that we wanted a family but…how soon was too soon? I didn't know. I sat up in bed and put a hand on my forehead. "Oh." I breathed out feeling a new worry.

I stayed like that for a minute. You're doing it to yourself again! I reminded me. You gotta stop this! I nodded, then took a few deep breaths. Daryl is going to be happy about this and you know it. Daddy Daryl. I smiled to myself as I laid back down. I wonder how my dad and Michonne will react to it. My sister will be excited but she will probably also brag about how she was right. I rolled my eyes. Kids. I realized what I just said and looked down. Well, I better get used to it. I smiled.

Okay. I thought and snuggled up again. I'm going to try to get some sleep. For real this time. "Goodnight, Ponyboy." I said to my kitty and smiled. "Goodnight, my little peanut." I put my hand over my stomach. "And goodnight, Daryl." I placed my other hand over my heart. "Be safe, love."

When I was in the shower this morning, I couldn't stop staring at this one little piece of hair that was stuck on the shower curtain. I couldn't tell if it was mine or Daryl's. That might be weird but…our hair is about the same length and pretty close to the same shade of brown. Crazy, isn't it? It made me think about our baby and what they would look like.

Whatever our kid is, boy or girl, they should have the same color hair as we do. Or at least a lighter brown color. That's what I learned in biology. If we have a second kid, their hair could be light brown or even blonde. But our first kid should pretty much match us since we both have dark brown hair.

I wonder if that would look strange? We would all have matching hair. I never really thought about this but my family all had dark brown hair. My dad, my mom, me and Carl and now Judith even. Her hair was light when she was a baby but now it's coming in dark. I bet it gets even darker. Did people view us as weird because we all sort of looked alike. I never gave the topic much thought. However, I couldn't help but wonder now. Maybe I'm just going insane?

"Hm." I said and shrugged. I finished soaping up my body and washed the suds off. Then, I quickly finished up in there and got out. I shivered as I wrapped a towel around me, hurrying to get dried off so I can get dressed.

I sat at the table for a while just twisting my wedding ring around on my finger. Are Daryl and I even really married? We didn't have an actual wedding but who does anymore? Glenn and Maggie didn't. My dad and Michonne didn't. Neither did Carol and Mark. So…are any of us even really married? Does it even really matter though? I mean…we made a promise to each other. And it's not like we're screwing around with other people. So, I guess technically we are married. That's the way I choose to look at it, and Daryl probably feels the same way. So, that's the way it is.

A light knock at the door slowly brought me out of my thoughts and it took a second for me to react. That's weird. I didn't even hear any footsteps or anything. I turned slightly to look out the window, but I didn't see anyone. Even weirder. Does this window have a blind spot? I almost laughed.

I figured it was just the wind or something and decided to ignore it. Or maybe someone was messing around? Probably some dumb kid that thinks they're funny. What was I doing before that happened? Oh yeah, thinking about marriage. I think I was done with that topic though. I confirmed that we're all married.

There was another knock at the door, it sounded just like the first time. "What the hell?" I looked out the window again but still didn't see anyone. "What is going on?" I stood up a little annoyed and opened the door. There was no one there. "Okay, who's playing?" I said and stepped down onto the porch. "I don't find this fun— I was cut off my someone grabbing me from behind and lifting me. I screamed.

They began kissing my face several times, and I knew it was Daryl. I giggled and turned so I could see his face. "Daryl!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and he just held me and kissed me some more.

He put me down and we just looked at each other. "Hi." I smiled.

"Hi, baby." He said. "Yer hairs wet." He pointed.

I grabbed at it. "Yeah, I just took a shower."

"Well, come on then." He gestured. "Let's go inside." I turned and he lifted me up the stairs. I giggled.

"So, I have something to tell you." I turned to him as he closed the door. "We have a cat now." I said.

"What?" He gave me a look.

"Yeah, I got him from the neighbors." I smiled. I picked the cat up from off of the couch. "See." I showed Daryl.

He kind of scowled. "What'd ya get a damn cat for?"

My face fell a little and I pulled him to me. "Cuz I love kitties." I kissed his head. "And he's a sweet boy. Aren't you, Ponyboy?" I petted under his chin.

Daryl snorted. "Ya named the damn thang Ponyboy?"

I laughed pretty hard at the way he said it. "Yes. It fits him perfectly."

Daryl snorted again and kind of laughed. "Alright." He shook his head and started taking his jacket off.

Well, that was the small news done, now for the big one. "Actually, I have something else to tell you." I smiled.

"Ugh." Daryl said and gave me a look. My smiled faded. "Don't tell me nothin' bad."

I was a little shocked. "What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Every time ya say that, ya tell me somethin' bad."

I paused for a minute thinking about what he said. "I do not." I became defensive. What is he even talking about? What bad news do I always tell him? In fact, it's usually him that relays bad news to me. So, it's the other way around.

"Yeah, ya do." He said. "How many times do ya tell me yer sick or hurt or somethin' like that?"

"Oh." I looked down. "Yeah." I guess he's right about that. It actually made me feel a bit bad. I wanted us to have good things to talk about, not bad all the time. And, so, I became disappointed. This is not how this was supposed to go.

Daryl came closer to me and lifted my chin. We locked eyes and he kissed my lips. I closed my eyes and began to feel a little better about the situation. I wanted us to enjoy this moment right now because this is the important stuff. I was missing this. Really bad.

We finally pulled apart and looked into each other's eyes. "You wanna?" He asked me with a slight smirk.

I bit my lip. I wanted to tell him about the baby but I also wanted it to be the right time. I didn't think now was that time. But I did want have sex with my husband who I have missed. "Yes." I smiled. He kissed me again and lifted me. I kicked my shoes off while he was holding me. He continued to kiss me as he took us into our bedroom.

He lowered us onto the bed and I began unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. I felt his hands on my waist and he lifted the hem of my shirt and pulled it off for me. "I wanna be on top." I pulled away and said.

"Alright." Was all Daryl said to that. He really doesn't give a fuck. I almost wanted to laugh.

We finished taking the rest of our clothes off, then Daryl grabbed me and planted kisses on my neck. I closed my eyes and my breathing quickened. I took him in and all things I have been stressing about slowly disappeared. As I always said, he's my best medicine.

Daryl kissed my body making his way down. "Ah." I let out a low moan. I love his hands on me. He was down by my sex now and kissed softly just above my bikini line. I moaned a little louder. This was like sweet torture.

Then, he inserted a finger inside of me causing me squirm. My eyes shot open and I gasped. That completely caught me off guard. He pulled his finger out and looked at me. "I thank yer wet enough." He said. Then he licked his finger! My face flushed. I can't believe he just did that.

"Okay." I said, my voice a little shaky. "Switch me." We quickly switched our positions. Daryl laid on the bed where I was and I got on top of him. I looked down at his mushroom tip that was happy to see me, then smiled at him. I slowly eased myself down onto him wincing a little.

Once I was…where I needed to be, I smiled at him and took a breath. Then, I started moving.

I was riding him at a normal pace as usual, then began to move faster. I was breathing heavier than usual and getting pretty tired out. Jeez, what's wrong with me? I even had to stop for a few seconds at one point. Daryl gave me a weird look, but I pretended not to notice and started moving again.

I wish I could make this quicker. I was really tired for some reason. This kid is taking all my energy. I joked. Then, I remembered…there is a way. I grabbed Daryl's hands and placed them on my breasts. "Ah." I moaned and looked up towards the ceiling. That helped a little. "Say something." I said to Daryl.

I heard him swallow. "What the hell ya so tired for?" He said. "You better cum soon or yer gonna be in trouble, you hear me, little girl?"

"Yes." I moaned out. "Keep going."

"You just keep on ridin' me." Daryl spoke roughly. "Yeah." He slapped my bottom. That would just about do it.

I let go and climaxed around him. It kept going and going, it was long overdue…I guess. "Ah." I moaned softly as I was coming down. Suddenly, Daryl grabbed me and switched our positions so he could finish. I was thankful because I didn't think I could go anymore, which I thought was really weird because I never get this tired during. I usually have great stamina when it comes to sex. I was pretty disappointed in myself to say the least.

It didn't take long until I felt Daryl's warm liquid inside of me. He took a few seconds before getting off of me, and I kissed his cheek. Then, he slowly pulled out and laid next to me.

Daryl exhaled sharply through his nose, then sniffed. I don't know why but I always liked when he made that sound. I felt his finger on my face, he trailed down my cheek like a tear. "You okay?"

I looked at him and forced a smile. "Yeah, I just got really tired. I'm sorry."

He pulled me close and kissed my temple. "You sure yer okay? You look…thinner."

"Yeah, I'm fine." I shook my head. "I promise." I looked away and took a breath before speaking again. "It's probably just because I haven't eaten dinner for the passed two or three days." I let out a nervous laugh. I regretted saying that almost immediately.

"Why ain't ya been eatin'?" He said roughly. "We outta food or somethin'? Cuz the last time I checked, we was pretty stocked. And that's the only reason why ya shouldn't be eatin'."

I looked at him after that. He seemed a little angry. "I just wasn't hungry so I didn't want to cook anything for just me." I shrugged. "And…I just didn't feel like it."

Daryl was quiet for a minute. "Well…yer eatin' somethin' today."

I smiled, then turned to face him. He's always so worried about me. He'll never change. I liked that though. Wrapping my arm around him, I laid my head on his chest. He planted a kiss on the top of my head. "Did everything go okay on your run?" I asked quietly. "Glenn told me about you guys getting swarmed."

"Yeah, it was fine…'cept that." He said. I nodded. I realized just then that he sounded a little strange.

I lifted my head to look at him. "Are you getting sick? You sound a little stuffy." I trailed down his nose with my finger.

"I'm fine." He said and grabbed my hand. "And yer hands are cold." He rubbed my hand in his, then planted a kiss on it. I smiled.

"I'll make some soup for dinner." I said and sat up. "Are you hungry?"

"Starvin'." He answered.

"Okay." I got up and began putting my clothes on. "I'll make something. Something that will warm us up." I smiled.

Daryl and I were sitting at the table eating the soup I made. The broth tasted delicious, if I can say so myself? I loved it's salty goodness. The warmth felt so good as it went down. I closed my eyes. I could probably fall asleep now.

"So, what'd you do here while I was gone?" Daryl asked me.

"Not much." I looked at him. "My sister spent a night here and we had a nice, little girls night." I smiled.

"Good." Daryl nodded.

I stared at him. "You still sound stuffy to me." I kind of smirked at him. "I think you're getting a cold."

"I'm fine." He shook his head. "Probably just the dry air."

I just looked at him. I didn't believe that for a single second. I know if he was sick, he would never let on. Why do I even bother? "Okay." I smiled. "Whatever you say."

There was a brief pause. "Oh." Daryl said with his mouth full, I looked back over at him. He took the time to swallow before speaking again. "I just remembered that you said ya wanted to tell me somethin' earlier and ya never did. What was is it?"

I bit my lip nervously and looked away. Shit. Is now the right time? I chickened out earlier because of his reaction to the cat and then what he said about me telling him bad news all the time. I looked back at him, he was waiting for an answer. I opened my mouth but didn't speak yet. I shrugged. "…I…honestly don't remember now." I lied.

"Huh." Daryl said, then went back to his food. "Hope it weren't nothin' important then." I didn't say anything to that. Maybe I should just tell him. Maybe now is a good time. I finally worked up the courage.

I turned back to him. "Actually—

"Get off the table!" Daryl yelled at Ponyboy who jumped up onto the table. He got scared and took off.

"Aw, Daryl." I gave him a look.

"What do ya mean, "aw, Daryl?" He snapped. "He don't belong on the table."

I sighed and put my head down. He stopped me before I told him the news. Maybe there was a reason why that happened? Maybe it's a good thing because now wasn't the right time. It was making me upset. I just sat there at the dinner table with my head down.

After a few minutes, Daryl must have noticed. He lifted my chin and forced me to look at him. "Somethin's wrong and I wanna know what?" He stared at me.

We just stared into each other's eyes for a moment, it was like I got lost. I got an uplifting feeling. Not like a good feeling but just like I didn't care anymore. And, so, I just blurted it out. "I'm pregnant."

Something changed in Daryl's face and he let go of my chin. I got extremely nervous waiting to hear what he was going to say about it. He looked down at his food for a moment. "Okay." He finally said and cleared his throat. "Is this like last time or…" He trailed off.

"No." I said. He looked at me. "This is different. I'm happy about it." I smiled. He looked down and didn't say anything. My smile faded a little. "Aren't you?"

"Sure." He looked at me again. "If you are, then I am." He nodded. There was a brief pause. "Are you sure about this? Did you—

"I already went to see the doctor." I said slowly cutting him off. "So, yeah. I'm positive." I nodded. "And surprise surprise. They're a month old already." I let out a nervous laugh.

Daryl didn't say anything to that, he took a huge gulp of his water. There was a brief pause. "Well," he looked back at me, "looks like we're havin' a baby." There was a hint of a smile on his face.

I grinned. "That's what it looks like." We were both quiet again but I didn't take my eyes off of him. Finally, he looked back at me and we stared at each other. Then, all of a sudden…we both started to laugh. It was so funny. We just busted out laughing like two crazy idiots.

We still hadn't said anything, we just sat there laughing like that. There wasn't anything we had to say. The laughter was enough. I was so excited to tell him about the news at first, then I became nervous and worried what he would think. This was definitely not the reaction I was expecting, but it was perfect. And I wouldn't really call it good, but I wouldn't call it bad either. And it didn't matter. I loved this moment.

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