A/N Thank you all so much! Everything was going pretty great until Beth asked Daryl about Mick's Mother. That's something he's worried about telling her since the movie date. We'll get to all that and FINALLY see what becomes of the dark-haired man.

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She watched the look on his face change from happy and relaxed to something resembling pain. Immediately she wished she'd never asked him the question and she tried her best to backtrack, "I'm sorry Daryl. I shouldn't have asked and it doesn't matter."

He was looking at the floor when he answered, "Yeah it matters." Then he looked at her and when she saw the anguish on his face she wanted to reach out, hold him and tell him again that it didn't matter. But he spoke first, "It matters to me and maybe ya don't think so right now, but it matters to you."

She desperately wanted to hear his story but she could see it was a painful topic. The last thing she wanted was to put him through some sort of torment. That was her reason for suggesting, "It probably isn't something we should discuss at bedtime. Let's wait and talk about it tomorrow."

For him the right thing to do was to be a man and just tell her everything right then, but she'd given him such an easy way out. He was grateful for the chance to put it off for a few hours.

He had his reasons. What if when he told her the story she told him she never wanted another thing to do with him? The thought already had his heart aching and his stomach churning.

He was being selfish and he knew it. He didn't care. He just wanted to be able to kiss her and touch her again. He needed to hold her in his arms and he thought this could very well be his last night with her. That's why he didn't act like the man he thought he should be, "Yeah, okay. Tomorrow. I got a short day, we close up at noon. I'll see if Merle can take Mick home with him for a while. I don't wanna take a chance a her hearin' the truth. Not yet. She's too little."

It sounded so ominous and with the way he looked and acted she couldn't imagine what kind of horrible story he was going to tell her. More and more she wished she never would have asked. It was a relief when he finally pulled back the covers and slipped in bed next to her.

It just wasn't the same. Everything was so different than it had been the night before, not at all warm and loving.

He may be in bed with her but there was no feeling of closeness. He was on his back laying next to her but he wasn't touching her. Still she could swear she felt the tension in his body. She heard it in his voice when he said, "Night Darlin', sweet dreams." He reached over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek that felt more like the kiss a man might give an old friend, not a sweetheart.

She didn't think she'd sleep and she could tell by how restless he was he was having trouble too. She quietly tried to assure him, "It's going to be alright Daryl. Whatever it is it's going to be alright."

He didn't feel at all convinced but then she took hold of his hand and held it to her lips, kissed it softly and said, "I'm so lucky to know you."

Her words gave him hope. Maybe she could accept what he had to tell her. He didn't speak, he simply rolled from his back to his side, wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. He'd never hoped for anything harder than he hoped she'd still feel that way after she knew the truth.

Those were the last words and the last touch she remembered before waking in the morning. He was gone. It wasn't unusual but still she felt both lonely and sad.

Mick saved her from too much despair when she came bouncing in the room and jumped up on the bed, "Mornin' Beth."

"Good morning Mick. How are you today?"

"I'm doin' real good cuz guess why?"

"I can't imagine. Why?"

"Breakfast is almost ready and Daddy said if I eat like a champ I getta have some chocolate milk for dessert."

"Well that is something to be excited about."

"There's sumthin' else. He says if you say it's alright, an I promise not ta bother ya or be one bit a trouble, I getta stay here with ya while he goes ta work this mornin'. Do ya want me to?"

"Of course I want you to. It sounds like fun."

"We can't have any fun playin' outside or nuthin'. There's no runnin' around and actin' up cuz Daddy says ya gotta get better. But we can play the peenano an we can finger paint an play with my dolls. I'll share with ya."

"Oh that does sound fun. I haven't gotten a chance to finger paint in so long and I love to play with dolls."

At least everything seemed perfectly normal with Mick. She was as high energy and full of life as always.

Beth knew the minute she walked in the kitchen Daryl was a different story altogether.

He wasn't sullen. He just looked so sad and defeated, and his voice sounded as gloomy as he looked when he told Mick, "Go on up and see how ya do gettin' dressed. If ya run into trouble I'll help. Breakfast is gonna be ready real quick."

"Alright Daddy, I'ma hurry."

As soon as the little girl was out of earshot he turned to Beth and told her, "Listen, I'm sorry. I hope it's okay about leavin' Mick. If it ain't I'll take her with me. I just need ta talk ta my brother bout sumthin' and I don't wanna take a chance on Mick overhearin'."

She smiled when she told him, "It's fine Daryl. I'm happy she's going to stay with me. I can't just lay around in bed doing nothing all day. Besides, now I have someone to finger paint and play dolls with."

His look softened as he gently touched her cheek, "Ya got such a sweet soul Beth Greene. I never knew anyone like ya."

"And you're a good man Daryl Dixon. Someday I hope you realize it."

He didn't sound at all convinced when he looked down and answered, "Thanks for thinkin' that."

It wasn't a conversation he would ever choose to have but he needed to talk to someone before he talked to her. There was only that one someone who knew the story from start to finish. That one person he felt he could trust to never let it go any further than between the two of them. That one person who'd give it to him straight no matter how brutal the truth might be.

As usual on a Saturday morning the pumps were busy with folks wanting to make sure they had plenty of gas for the week ahead.

The garage was busy too and Daryl was glad to have the distraction. He put four new tires on an old Buick, changed the oil and put in a new air filter. When the work was done he called the guy to let him know it was ready.

The pumps had slowed too so he took the opportunity and walked over to Merle's office. His brother took one look at him and said, "The fuck kid? What happened?"

Daryl told him about her question and his concerns. Merle listened, lips pursed and nodding his head and when Daryl was done his brother asked, "You're real serious about this little gal ain't ya?'

"Fuck yeah I am. If I wasn't I wouldn't even think about it, I'd just tell her it was none a her business."

Merle nodded again, "Yeah, I seen it on ya, how much ya care. You must think she's kinda serious about you too, huh?"

Daryl shrugged and answered, "She says she is."

Then Merle laid it out, "There's only one thing ta do. Ya know that don't ya? Ya gotta come clean. That stuff, what happened that night with you n Mick's Mama, ya think that shit don't happen regular? A lonely man and a lonely woman have a few too many and wind up in the sack together. Ya ain't that special brother. It goes on every Saturday night." He smiled when he added, "You just happened ta get real lucky?"

"Lucky?"

"Fuck yeah, look what ya got. Mick. You couldn't a done better if you was tryin'."

Daryl had to smile at his brother's words and the thought of his little girl. Then he was all seriousness and concern again, "Yeah, that's true, but Beth ain't the kinda person that thinks men and women gettin' drunk and jumpin' in the sack together is just regular stuff."

Merle didn't argue the statement, but he had more to say, "She's a real sweet little gal and she seems pretty crazy bout Mick. So lemme ask ya, do ya think she's gonna decide she don't like either one of ya no more cuz a sumthin' that happened one time damn near six years ago? Back when you was a lonely soldier boy just home from fightin' a war?"

"Fuck brother, I dunno what she's gonna think. She's a good girl. She ain't been around. I guess I'm just worried she'll decide I ain't worth her trouble."

"Listen kid, I don't think it's gonna happen like that but if it does then ya gotta consider yourself lucky again."

"Pfft, yeah? Why's that?"

"Cuz ya found out early-on she don't really care for you or Mick. If she did she couldn't just turn her back n walk away." He clapped his brother on the shoulder and got down to it, "I ain't sayin' she might not feel sad, maybe even disappointed. I'm sure she's the kind with real tender feelins. That don't mean she won't want ya no more."

Daryl was quiet as he chewed on the side of his thumb and thought about what his brother said. Then Merle smiled and told him, "Shit, a sweet little gal like Beth is liable to think you're a pretty good fella for takin' it on and doin' a real fine job a bein' a Daddy ta Mick."

After they closed the shop Merle walked to the house with him and just as Daryl was about to open the door they heard it. They entered the house quietly and smiled at what they saw and heard. Beth and Mick were sharing the piano bench while they sang and played, "Row, Row, Row Your Boat."

When the song was done Merle loudly announced, "That sounded real pretty. You girls oughta be on a big stage somewhere." Then he rubbed the top of Mick's head and told her, "I been workin' hard all mornin' Miss Mick, I'm about ta starve. I need ta have me a big ol hamburger for lunch an I figure I'ma need ta wash it down with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. I wonder if anyone wants ta come with me?"

The little girl immediately forgot about singing and playing piano. She slid down off the bench and told her Uncle, "I could go with ya Uncle Merle, I can keep ya company."

Merle played along, "Whaddya think Daddy? Ya mind if I take your girl ta lunch?"

"No, I think that'll be alright." Then he looked Merle in the eye and quietly said, "Thanks brother."

In spite of the fun she'd had with Mick, all morning Beth felt like she had a dark cloud hanging over her. Now that he was finally home, and apparently ready to talk she felt like her tummy was on fire as she worried about what he had to say.

They sat side by side on the couch and when he reached for her hand she closed her eyes and said a silent prayer. She prayed that whatever was weighing so heavy on his mind they could somehow get through it together.

She steeled herself to hear something horrible and maybe even unforgivable. Still from somewhere deep inside she got the courage to place her hand over his. She turned to him with a soft little smile when she encouraged, "Whatever it is Daryl, it's going to be alright. Please, have faith in me. Have faith in us."

Once again her words gave him hope but he was biting his lip so hard she was worried he'd hurt himself. He nodded and began, "I was just back from the war…"

His voice sounded tense and full of emotion, but there was something else she heard. Shame.

She listened quietly as he told his story. When he talked about getting drunk with some woman he didn't know and going home to her bed it hurt Beth. She even felt jealous. No. How could that be?

It was just so hard to think of him with someone else. What hurt more though was when he told of the next morning and the little boy, and how mean and dismissive the child's mother had been with her young son. How could anyone be so cold and emotionless?

None of that compared to what happened with Mick. That hurt the deepest. She'd been trying so hard to hold in her emotions and just listen while he told his story, but she couldn't help the tears. How could the woman so willingly abandon her baby, as though Mick were nothing?

He mistook what her tears meant, "I got no excuses, I'm sorry."

He was the one who was shocked when she replied, "Oh stop it. Here I've been expecting the worst possible news. The way you've been acting I couldn't even imagine what you were going to tell me."

"Daryl, you were a young man who'd been away from home and fighting a war for years. It's no surprise to me you'd come back and want to have a few drinks in a bar. I'm not even shocked that some woman you didn't know would be willing to let you in her bed."

Her body shivered as she took in a deep breath, "That doesn't mean I think that sort of behavior is just fine. I'm a little too old fashioned for that. And being honest I have to tell you, it hurts me to think of you in that situation. But Daryl, I'm not so innocent that I don't know things like that go on and I'm not going to judge you for something that happened years ago."

He was stunned. He wasn't sure what to say. He chewed at his bottom lip again, nodded his head slightly and simply listened as she talked.

Her tears were still flowing freely when she said, "As for Mick's Mother, I understand a parent thinking they aren't able to properly care for their child. Young women are forced to give babies up for adoption for lots of reasons. This was different though. For a parent to be so cold and unfeeling that they could just hand their baby over and say such awful things. It breaks my heart."

"And Mick, Mick is so sweet and perfect and such a beautiful little gift. I just can't even think of anyone being so anxious to turn their back on her. I'm proud that you didn't. You showed the kind of man you are when you were so willing to take her."

He spoke then, "I was in a state of shock myself. It took me a long time ta believe it really happened. I had the proof though. I had Mick and not an idea in the world how ta care for her. I learned fast though, she taught me."

Then she asked the one big question nagging at her, "What became of her Mother?"

He told her the rest of the story, how Mick's mama died that day and how he managed to get the birth certificate. It hurt and stunned her again, but Beth just kept quietly nodding her head as he told her everything. When he was done she commented, "Mick deserves all the love in the world. Like I said before, thank God she had such a wonderful Daddy. I'm so glad you told her that her Mother is a beautiful angel in Heaven, that was so loving of you."

He was flabbergasted, he thought for sure she would be angry. At the very least that she'd look down on him for the things he'd done. Maybe she did, he had to know, "Ya mad or disappointed in me?"

She looked so serious when she answered, "Yes I am. I'm very upset. I'm hurt and I'm so disappointed you didn't trust me enough to tell me sooner. What kind of terrible person do you think I am Daryl Dixon?"

He didn't have words and he could hardly move, but he moved enough to take her in his arms, "I guess I didn't even think about it that way. I…I couldn't believe that once you knew everything you'd wanna be with someone like me."

She pulled back and looked at him, a frown on her face and a sternness in her voice, "Stop that too. Why do you talk about yourself that way Daryl? You're such a good man. Look at you. Look at this nice little home you've made for yourself and Mick." She was shaking her head and then she added, "I don't want to hear that kind of talk anymore and I mean it."

She looked so weak and fragile to him, yet she was acting so fierce. Although he knew he shouldn't, he just couldn't help quietly laughing, "Well yes ma'am. I'll try real hard ta do like ya say. I wouldn't wanna make ya mad."

He made a move to hug her again but she had one more big question, "What about after Mick's mother? Have there been many women?"

At least it was an easy one to answer, "No not many, none at all. I didn't think there ever would be, not til I met you." Then he gave it back, "What about you? Ya had a lotta boyfriends?"

She laughed softly at his question, "No. I get teased an awful lot by Maggie and the women I work with about being too picky, but I just never met a man I was interested in spending time with. I was looking for someone just like Cary Grant. Then I met you Daryl Dixon and I quit looking."

"I…" she didn't get a chance to finish her sentence, he had her in his arms too quickly. At first their kisses were a little tentative, but not for long. There was a new and much stronger feeling of intimacy between them after having shared so much.

That intimacy was soon interrupted by the sound of a vehicle approaching. Daryl was surprised, Merle promised he'd keep Mick all afternoon. That wasn't the kind of promise Merle went back on.

He hurried to the door thinking something must be wrong, opening it just in time to see a very large red-headed man step down from a black pickup. He was chewing on a cigar as he waved and said, "Howdy, lemme just get Hurricane outta the truck."

Daryl and Beth stood at the door waiting while the man grabbed a cardboard box from the pickup bed and him and Maggie walked to the front door. Daryl wasn't at all used to "drop by" company and he wasn't sure what they might be there for. He simply pulled the door open a little wider and said, "Hey yeah, um good ta see ya."

Maggie gingerly hugged Beth and asked, "How's my sister today?"

"I'm better Maggie, much better."

"Well I'm going to want to hear all about what the doctor said."

Then it was like she finally remembered her manners and introduced Abraham Ford to Daryl Dixon. Greetings were exchanged and Abe asked, "Is there somewhere I can set this stuff down."

Daryl nodded, "Yeah um sure c'mon and put it on the kitchen table. Whatcha got?"

"Some kinda provisions, casseroles, fried chicken n such. Hurricane must be worried her sister's gonna starve."

Daryl felt the hair on the back of his neck go up. His voice had taken on a deep and almost growling tone when he responded, "I don't cook fancy but Beth ain't goin' without."

Abraham Ford just laughed and said, "I'm sure ya keep her fed. I'm sure Maggie thinks ya do. But my woman, she don't care about what's what, she cares about what she feels like doin'."

The couple didn't stay long. They spent just enough time for the sisters to drink a glass of tea while the men had a bottle of beer. Beth told the visitors what the doctor said, leaving out the part about her stubbornness in taking care of herself. Maggie seemed a little concerned when she looked at Daryl and asked, "What do think? Does she seem any better to you?'

Daryl wasn't going to let on to her big sister that Beth had delayed her own recovery. He shrugged and answered, "It got off ta kind of a slow start, but I think we're gonna see a big improvement this week. I got faith that Beth is gonna beat this thing." The smile Beth gave him let him know how much she appreciated his omission.

He was hoping for some time with her when her sister left but he noticed how tired and worn she looked, "Ya have a nap today?"

"No, not yet."

"C'mon then." For once she didn't argue. She let him lead her down the hall to the bedroom.

He held up the quilt while she crawled in under it and he covered her. He kissed her forehead and said, "Rest now."

"Aren't you going to lay down with me?"

"Nah, I ain't even bathed yet. I'ma do that while ya nap." He turned to go and then turned back. He took her hand and gently held it while he stood simply looking at her a moment before whispering, "I have trouble believin' you're even real Beth."

She smiled weakly as she held his hand to her cheek and quickly dozed off.

Again he'd hoped to have some time with her later, but no sooner was he out of the bath and dressed than Mick was home. When he looked at his watch he was shocked to see, it was already four o'clock.

He thanked his brother and Merle asked, "What about Sunday breakfast? Ya gonna be able ta make it?"

Daryl was honest, "I dunno Merle. I wanna, and I don't wanna disappoint Mick. I just ain't sure about Beth."

"Alright, ya do what ya gotta do here. If she needs ta stay in and rest then give me a quick call in the mornin'. I'll stop by for Mick. My niece needs her pancake and I need my hash."

Daryl got serious then, "Thanks brother, ya been a big help ta me this week…well always. Don't know what I'd do without ya.'

Merle wasn't one to receive a compliment any more than his brother. He slapped Daryl on the back and said, "Kid, I been takin' care of ya since you was a tot, now I getta take care a your tot. You ain't the only lucky one."

Beth got up for dinner and afterwards they sat in the living room, Daryl and Mick putting together a puzzle while Beth sat in the chair watching. And he worried. She looked even more tired and drawn.

That night it seemed he'd barely gotten in bed, barely taken her in his arms and whispered, "Night Darlin', sweet dreams," and she was out.

He made a hushed early morning call to Merle, "Yeah brother, I'ma call the Doc over ta check on Beth. Ya mind gettin' Mick?"

"Nope, I said I would. I'll be by in twenty."

The doctor arrived in his church clothes and Daryl apologized, "Sorry Doc I didn't mean ta keep ya from services."

"That's no problem at all, they don't start for over an hour. Let's see how your wife's doing."

The doctor wasn't pleased but he wasn't as worried as Daryl. "Her vital signs are all good. Her body just seems to need a lot of sleep to heal. I blame it on her overdoing since the incident. Don't be upset with her though, she's not alone in that. Folks have trouble accepting they can't do the things they're used to doing."

"I want her to rest, but I also want her up every couple of hours to walk around and get her blood flowing and her lungs working. We don't want pneumonia setting in. Don't hesitate to call me if you think she's getting worse. I'll get her admitted to the hospital."

The doctor left and Daryl knew what he had to do. He wanted to be the one to take care of Beth, he didn't want to have to ask for help. Now he was too worried about her to think of his own feelings. He couldn't deny she needed more care than he could give her alone. He called Maggie and made arrangements for her to stay with Beth while he worked on Monday.

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Monday morning he was at the garage early. He'd turned it over and over in his mind, weighing the option of doing what he felt compelled to do against doing what he knew he needed to do.

As badly as he wanted to kill that son of a bitch he couldn't. Beth needed him, Mick needed him even more. If he went to prison, or worse if he was shot and killed trying to kill that son of a bitch, who would take care of Beth and Mick?

What good was revenge if it only caused the people he loved more pain and misery?

Admitting to himself he had to back away from the plan was a bitter pill to swallow, but there was so much more he felt he had to do for her than simply get revenge.

Merle understood and he didn't argue. "You're right little brother. Mick's just a baby. She needs her Daddy. And Beth, whether ya know it or not Daryl, I know ya love her and she needs ya too. There ain't no one who needs me."

"Oh bullshit Merle, I need ya, Mick needs ya and for some reason Karen wants ya."

Merle softly chuckled, "Yeah that woman's crazy, but I'm pretty damn glad she's crazy bout me. We'll go over there ta the courthouse and ya wait in my pickup. I'll see what needs ta be done and if I can get a clear path ta do it I will."

"Merle it ain't your fight. I don't want ya goin' ta prison any more than I wanna go."

"Ain't nuthin' gonna happen ta me brother."

They parked across the street and just down the block a little way. Daryl tried once again, "Merle, ya ain't gotta do this."

His brother only shrugged and answered, "Someone's gotta."

Daryl sat nervously chewing at his thumb as he watched his brother slip around the back of the courthouse, that's where Merle believed the guards would exit the building with the prisoner. Then Daryl noticed someone else out front. It was the big red-head Maggie was living with, Abraham Ford. He wondered what that guy could possibly be doing there.

Then he picked up on the way Abe's eyes were darting around and the way his hands were clenching and unclenching. Daryl knew then, the man was laying in wait. Shit, did everyone in town want to kill this bastard?

Just as that thought ran through his mind he heard the sirens approaching, what the hell could that be all about he wondered. The ambulance came into view. Ambulance? Had Merle gotten to the guy so quickly?

Daryl didn't know yet that someone else had beaten them all to the punch.

The sheriff watched as the two ambulance attendants loaded the dark-haired man on a stretcher. Rick could tell by the look of him and the heavy odor of bitter almond in the cell, it would be a miracle if the guy lived long enough to make it to the hospital. He felt no sympathy for the prisoner. The citizens of the great State of Georgia had just been saved the expense of a trial.

The sheriff hadn't forgotten the fellow who'd been there earlier that morning. The Negro priest with a bible in his hand.

The priest told them he was a friend to Len Schmidt's grandmother, Ida Mae. He told the sheriff his grand-daddy had worked for the Schmidt family his whole life as a field hand. "His Grandmother isn't well enough to travel. She asked me if I'd come and say a prayer with him and give him this bible for his journey."

It sounded a little like bullshit to the sheriff but the sheriff wasn't overly concerned, "Alright, I'll give you fifteen minutes with him Father."

The priest looked so humble when he nodded, "Thank you sheriff, it means so much to his grandmother."

Rick watched as the guard thumbed through the man's bible, checking for contraband before letting him visit with the prisoner.

The priest went to the cell and the prisoner looked at him with nothing but disdain as he spit out the words, "I don't talk ta coloreds."

The priest wasn't offended, he didn't care anything about this man's opinion of him or his race. He simply whispered back, "Shh, Joe sent me. He wanted me to bring you something. He says it'll make the trip to Atlanta seem like a vacation, you'll be flying high all the way there."

The dark-haired man's ears perked up as he whispered, "He sent dope? What kinda dope?"

"I don't know, he said it's something new and it can't be beat. He says you won't come down for days."

"Well quit talkin' and hand it over."

The priest cautioned, "Shh, we don't want to get found out. Here, take this bible. It's what I'm supposed to be here to give you."

Len didn't question, he grabbed the Book from the priest's hand while the priest took hold of the big wood crucifix he wore around his neck. He quickly his surroundings and saw the guard was busy reading a copy of firearms magazine.

He popped the cross open to reveal the hidden compartment. It was meant to hold earth taken by pilgrims visiting the Holy Land, instead it held two pills. He slipped them out and reached his hand far enough between the bars to drop the pills in the prisoner's hand. He reminded the gullible idiot again, "Joe says be sure to take them both and take them together. And he said you shouldn't worry, him and the boys will get you out."

Before he left the priest watched the prisoner put the pills in his mouth. Satisfied his job was done the priest turned to go, never looking back only whispering, "May the Good Lord have mercy on us both."

Len was all smiles as he turned on the cold water tap at the sink in his cell, bent over and drank deeply, making sure to wash the pills down. He lay on the bunk smiling as he waited for the high to come.

He'd been heavily dosed and what came next came quickly, but it wasn't the expected high. The inmate began to feel confused, weak and like no matter how many breaths he took he couldn't get any air. He was thirsty but his muscles wouldn't work, he couldn't make his way back to the sink. His head ached and his gut was on fire. It wasn't long before he vomited. Then he slipped into a coma.

By the time the two deputys and the sheriff came to transfer him to a waiting vehicle he was barely breathing. They called the hospital for an ambulance and talked about how in the world he might have gotten a hold of something to do himself in.

Merle hurried to the truck when he saw the prisoner being carried out on the stretcher. Whatever had happened to the guy, him and Daryl didn't need to be seen there. The less questions they left themselves open to the better. They hurried to the station and back to work before anyone even realized they'd been gone.

Meanwhile the sheriff had an inkling about who might be responsible. He'd heard talk about the Spanish woman over in Switzer County and that her man was a Negro priest.

He decided no one else needed to know that information, and no one needed to know how sure he was it was that same Negro priest who had visited the prisoner. The woman named Rosita deserved to find her happiness and if the priest could give it to her, so be it.

By the time the ambulance arrived at the courthouse the priest was already sitting in the back row of a Greyhound bus on his way home to Switzer County and his family.

At noon Daryl was walking up the little path to home, smiling as he stopped along the way to pick some flowers for Beth and for Mick.

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A/N Daryl came clean and Beth reacted with grace to his story. The dark-haired man is no longer a threat to anyone. We'll hear a little more about that next chapter. Please leave a comment - you know I love reading your thoughts :) As always, there's a chapter photo on my tumblr blogs gneebee and bethylmethbrick. Please join me next Friday for a new chapter of It Matters to Me. We'll pick up where we left off here plus we'll see if our couple becomes more deeply involved. Until then remember, I love ya large! xo