Chapter 31: Discussions


KPOV


~Earlier that day~

Judith began to cry. It was early in the morning, the sun still wasn't rising. I got up out of my bed and went to pick her up. "Hey baby girl...what's wrong?" I cooed to her gently. I saw Daryl wake up a little from his sleep, his eyes looking at me and slowly shut his eyes. "Huh?" I asked her as I gently rocked her.

"You want something to eat?" I asked her gently as she slowed her crying. "Let's go get you something to eat," I said nodding as I walked down the stairs with her in my arms. Moving away from the others as they slept, wanting to not wake them.

"So small...so young. I wish you could have met our mother," I whispered to her as I walked into the cafeteria. Moving to get her formula ready and cuddled her until she slowly calmed down from crying. "She would of loved you so much," I told her with a small smile.

"I love you so much..." I cooed to her as she gently drank her formula. "I would do anything to keep you safe," I whispered as her hazel eyes looked up at me. "No. Will do anything to keep you safe," I tell her and sighed. "From walkers...from bad people...even if it means protecting you from the Governor," I tell her sadly. I would do anything for her...for our family.

"We've lost so much...been through so much. I won't let your sweet life be in danger," I promised her as her eyes would flutter shut from the bliss she had when she would drink her formula. "I will protect you," I tell her. "Whatever it takes," I said as she looked up at me. As though she could understand every word I was saying. "I promise," I whispered. Promising her and myself to make sure I did whatever was needed to keep her and the others safe...


Present day...KPOV

It was early in the morning, we had decided to set a day to meet each other. I volunteered to go with dad, Hershel and Daryl. "Hey Carl...look. There are some things that...I might have to do," I said as we were ready to go. Carl was in the cell block, looking directly at me and fingers on his gun holster.

"Things in this life," I told him sadly as I took his hands in mine. Dad and Hershel were waiting in the car. Daryl was stood waiting for me. "Things that I might not be able to explain," I tell him as I glanced behind him to see Daryl holding his crossbow as he looked to me and then away when my eyes moved to look at him.

"What do you mean?" Carl asked me, his voice confused and face looking at me with worry. I don't want him to be worried or afraid. I want him to do what he needs to. Just like I need to do some things.

"There are choices given in this life," I tell him sadly as I looked down at him and held his hands in mine tightly. "Choices I will have to face," I said with all the pain in my heart. I don't want to ever leave him again but...I might have to do it.

"What kind of choices Kat?" Carl asked me as I saw his chest rise and fall quicker than normal. "You're scaring me," he tells me as his eyes were slightly wide with fear.

"Don't ever be scared Carl," I reassure him with a small, sad smile. Caressing his hands with my thumbs gently. "Especially not for me," I tell him and looked into his blue eyes. "I will come back for you," I said with a stubborn edge in my voice. "Always," I reassured him with a nod.

"Nothing..." I said firmly through gritted teeth. "Will stop me from getting back to you," I told him with all the anger and love I had in my body. The emotions I would show only at rare occasions, but never together. "Not from you and not from our family," I growled firmly as I kept my eyes on Carl. My eyes never leaving his, not to look at Daryl or anyone else looking towards us.

"I'm scared you'll die if I don't have you close Kat," Carl said as his voice trembled slightly. His hands trembling in mine for a fraction of a second.

"Carl...I won't die," I said to him firmly. Yanking his hands down a little to tell him I meant what I was saying. "At least...not yet anyway," I told him with a calmer tone. "I don't plan to leave you like that any time soon," I reassured him softly as I kept my expression kind.

"Look..." I said as I looked to him. His blue eyes holding my gaze. "There are some things you have to do," I told him as I knew he would do things he believe were necessary. "Just like how I have things that I have to do," I said as I looked to him. "I don't hate you for it but...I will always worry," I said as I thought of how he might react to me and my choices that I might have to make. I hope he doesn't hate me.

"I worry about you too," Carl said sadly as I lifted my hand up and caressed the side of his face.

"I know you do but..." I spoke with a small sigh at the end. "Remember...we're Grimes," I said with the most reassuring smile I could give him. "I will always find you," I informed him as I smiled at him. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you, our family and this group safe...you know that right?" I asked him as I felt my heart rip to pieces.

"Yeah...I do," Carl said with a sad laugh. "I love you Kat," he told me sadly as he engufled me in a warm hug. His hold on me tight as I wrapped my arms around him slowly. My eyes glancing behind him to see Daryl watching us with a small, sad smile on his lips. Sighing, I kissed the top of his hat and held him to me tightly.

"I love you too Carl," I whispered as I shut my eyes tightly. You don't know how much I love you Carl...I would do absolutely anything for you. More than you could ever imagine.


RPOV

Putting the car in park, I stepped out of the car and left Kat and Hershel inside it. Wandering onto the building, Daryl led the way and we checked for walkers or the Governor and his people. Sneaking around, we slowed down and found the house that Andrea had described to us the day Kat and Daryl had left to go on a supply run for some meat. Preparing my gun, I slowly stepped into the room and began to hear things move.

Looking to the direction of footsteps, that was when I saw him. So this is the Governor. He was tall, dark, one eyed and slim. He looked like he was good with using words but he would of been as messed up as I believed him to be. He stood beside the table which had two chairs. His hands raised in surrender and a fake smile on his face. "We have a lot to talk about," he said in a deep, slightly scratchy voice as he lowered his hands and did a small movement of his head.

"You attacked us. Makes things pretty clear," I told him as I had one hand on my gun and the other on the buckle of my belt. I tilted my head slightly as I thought about what had recently happened between the two of us.

"I was trying to make things clear. I could have killed you all. I didn't," he told me with a small smile and shake of his head.

"And here we are," I told him as I gave a dry quiet laugh. Next thing I saw was him reach for his gun. As quick as a flash, I raised my gun and cocked it. Aiming directly at his head. No way is he going to kill me here. Not here. Not now.

"I'm gonna remove my weapon," he said after having his hands raised to show surrender again. "Show that I mean to negotiate in good faith. I'd like you to do the same," he said as he kept his good eye on me. "May I?" he asked as he slowly lowered his hands and slipped his belt off.

Showing it me, he raised it a little and turned to place it on a hook. "See?" he said with a fake smile. "No trouble," he spoke with his hands still raised. "Now you," he gestured for me to do what he did. Ignoring him, I lowered my gun and placed it into my holster. "Well...suit yourself," he said as he took a seat. His hands gripping his thighs and rubbing them nervously.


DPOV

Making my way back, I saw Kat was stood outside and had her bow aimed and ready. Her body and eyes alert for anything suspicious or anything that could come towards us and eat us. "He's already in there. Sat down with Rick," I told Hershel and Kat as I got close enough for them to hear.

"I don't see any cars," Hershel said as he glanced around. Kat was silent this entire time, looking at only me and Hershel. Her blues would flicker behind us to look at the building her dad had entered moments ago. Her weapon was lowered so she could focus on our conversation.

"It don't feel right," I said as I felt my gut tell me something I didn't quite understand. Something doesn't feel right and I can't put my finger on it. "Keep it running," I told Hershel as I looked back at him after glancing around the area. "Heads up," I said to them as I heard and saw cars come closer to us. Rasing my crossbow while Kat raised her bow.


KPOV

I was feeling more and more nervous as the moments passed by. Alert for my father and the other pair I was trying to protect. My mind wandering to think of other things. Of possible choices I would have to make. Ones that could make me or break me. Kill, or save.

Slowly a car pulled up, getting out was Milton, Martinez and Andrea. "What the hell?" Daryl asked Andrea as she stepped around us. "Why's your boy already in there?" he asked her a little angered and confused as they all climbed out and made their way towards us or to the building as Andrea was doing.

"He's here?" she asked us stunned. Her eyes glancing from Daryl, to me, to Hershel and then to the other pair.

"Yup," Daryl answered him bluntly. The way she made a look that told me she wasn't pleased at Milton and Martinez. Lowering her head she walked towards the building that held my father and the Governor inside.

"Andrea!" I called out to her but she ignored me. Opening the gates to the shed and entering, shutting it behind her slightly. I just kept my bow raised as I looked to Milton and Martinez.


RPOV

The gate began to open, I expected it to be Kat or someone from my group but was surprised to see it was Andrea who opened up the big metal door. "What's going on?" she asked as she made her way towards the pair of us.

"Nothing. Your friend isn't much for small talk," the Governor said as though it was all my fault. I won't talk until you do. You're the one who wanted to kill us a few days ago. It doesn't surprise me you think I would want to talk to such a crazy psychopath.

"You want to talk, talk," I said pointedly.

"I wanted you to talk," Andrea said as she slowed down her pace. Entering and getting close enough that we knew it was her by looking at her. "Too many people have died for no reason," she stated. "Let's end this," she tells us. "Save the bullets for the real threat," she said reminding us of the walkers.

"We can solve this," Andrea said slightly pleadingly. "That's why I asked you to come here," Andrea said as she reminded us of her plan to get us to meet here. To get us to discuss things and settle our differences.

"I know what you've done," I told him threateningly. "I heard about the raids, the heads, Maggie," I said each of them slowly. Knowing if he had any soul, he would tick at this moment and tell us the truth.

"Merle did that," the Governor tried to defend himself and his actions. Merle my ass.

"No. You know what I'm talking about," I told him sternly. Knowing it would make him angry or want to kill me. Either of them would show Andrea what an asshole he is.

"You know all about me and I know all about you," the Governor said which made me a little wary. What has Kat and Andrea been saying about me to him? "I don't care about any of that. We're here to move forward," he said with that fake smile again. Making me gulp and sweat bullets. Something's not right. With him or what he could be proposing to me.


KPOV

"Maybe I should go inside," I said as I felt worried for Andrea and my dad. I wanted so badly to go in and protect my dad. To offer my life if it was necessary. My eyes were glued to the door as I felt my heart pound. There was no noise, not even a sound escaping from the slightly opened door.

"The Governor thought it best if he and Rick spoke privately," Milton told me, trying to tell me something as though it was all scripted. Looking at him through squinted eyes, I saw Daryl stop his pacing and look directly at Milton.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked with a small bob of his head. Is Daryl trying to mock or intimidate this guy? Either one...they're both working.

"Milton Mamet," Milton said firmly. A small quiver in his voice. Don't tell me Daryl reminds Milton of Merle. The brothers are completely different. They're like the North and South Pole. Absolute oposites of each other.

"Great," Daryl said sarcastically. "He brought his butler," Daryl said as he turned his back on Milton and Martinez. Making me stiffle a giggle by covering my mouth with my hand and Martinez smirked with a quiet laugh escaping him. Oh Daryl...

"I'm his advisor," Milton pointed out to him. Correcting Daryl of his assumption.

"What kind of advice?" Daryl asked him quicker than a shot. Fuck...why is this suddenly getting tense?

"Planning. Biters. Uh, you know, I'm sorry. I don't feel like I need to explain myself to the henchmen," Milton informed us but then decided to throw an insult back to Daryl which made Daryl pace around and glare at Milton.

"You better watch your mouth, sunshine," Daryl growled which made me tense up a little. They need to stop this. It's stupid and childish.

"Look, if you and I are gonna be out here pointing guns at each other all day, do me a favor...shut your mouth," Martinez said as he was trying to sound intimidating to Daryl. This only made Daryl angry.

"Daryl. Stop," I said as I saw Daryl go to Martinez. Daryl getting in Martinez's face and glaring at him. Placing my hand on Daryl's chest and pushing him away from Martinez gently. Daryl was tense under my touch but he relaxed when he realized I wasn't going to let him go until he moved away.

"We don't need this. If all goes south in there, we'll be at each other's throats soon enough," I said as I looked between the pair. Looking at blue eyes then brown, then back to blue eyes. "I just hope it doesn't come to that," I sighed out as Daryl did as I pleaded and backed away. His body pushing my hand away and his back turning to face me.

"Keep hoping sweetie," Martinez said sarcastically.

"Fuck you Martinez," I growled at him. Fucking asshole. I don't want violence. We have enough with the walkers, I don't need it from the Governor. I want my family and friends safe.

"Hey!" Martinez said as I turned my back on him. Looking over my shoulder I saw him eye me in a way that made my skin crawl. "All you had to do was ask baby," he said as he bit his lip while he examined me, grabbing at his crotch and making me pull a face of disgust.

"Don't talk to her like that," Daryl growled as he raised his crossbow at Matrinez angered. His eyes glaring at Martinez as his body tensed more than I had ever seen him do before. Woah. What the fuck?!

"Why?" Martinez asked him. Testing Daryl as to see what he would possibly do if he didn't stop. This has to stop. I can defend myself from assholes like Martinez. Been doing it for all my life.

"She's Rick's daughter," Daryl growled as he looked at me from the corner of his eyes and then to Martinez. "Treat her with respect," Daryl told Martinez with a small growl. Why does he act like he's been ofended rather than it being me?

"Daryl," I pleaded as I placed my hand on top of his crossbow. Pushing it down to no longer aim at Martinez. "Stop it," I told Daryl softly as I looked at him. Eyes pleading as he looked down at me. His expression slowly changing to one of serenity. Listen to me. Please.

"Yeah," Martinez said agreeing with me, a smirk on his face as he spoke and eyed me and Daryl together. Daryl lowered his crossbow but kept his eyes on me and then glanced at Martinez from the corner of his eyes. "Listen to the lady," Martinez teased as though we were both weak. Before Daryl could get into trouble, I decided to take the matter into my own hands.

Turning to Martinez, I had finally had enough of him and his stupid little remarks. Punching him square in the jaw, he was knocked flat on the ground and unconcious. "Asshole," I growled at him. He asked for that. Better it being me than Daryl. Milton quickly went to help Matinez and I wasn't near enough to care when he woke up. Martinez winced as he woke from the slumber I had given him and I was sat beside the doors, waiting for something to happen...


RPOV

"I've known you both at different times, but only after the world went to shit," Andrea said as she emphasised the word shit. She had stood closer, her hands on the desk as she looked to me and the Governor. "And you both stepped up for the good of others at great personal risk. There's no reason-" Andrea went to say.

"Get to it," the Governor said, cutting her off and snapping his fingers as he looked at me. Sliding my hand into my back pocket, I pulled out the map that I had marked and indicated on for him. Throwing it onto the table for him to look at and review.

"Woodbury takes west of the river. The prison takes east. No one crosses, no one trades," I growled at him. Being stubborn and firm about my negotiation for him.

"He's right. We should hammer out boundaries, then leave each other-" Andrea said agreeing with me and my choices. Agreeing with my decision and plan.

"I'm sorry, what is this?" the Governor asked as he looked up at me a little stunned. Like I had just said and given him the most foregin thing he had ever seen.

"It's a solution," Andrea told him as though he was being stupid about something.

"Absolutely not," the Governor said with a laugh and threw the paper in my direction.

"What the hell am I doing here?" I growled at Andrea as I looked to her. "You told me-" I went to say but was then cut off by the Governor.

"Told him what?" the Governor asked with a gleam in his eye and a smile on his face. He's playing us.

"You told me he was willing to talk," I said loudly as I spoke over the Governor, looking only at Andrea and pointing to the Governor who was sat down like he wanted to upgrade himself to be a King.

"I am, but the truth is, Rick, she's in no position to make such an offer anyway," the Governor said as he completely ignored Andrea's presence being with us. "I'm here for one thing only-...your surrender," the Governor said as he leaned over the table, fingers intertwined and his one eye looking up at me.

"Oh, you want surrender?" I asked him bitterly. "Come get it," I growled at him. "You think we hit Woodbury heavy last time?" I questioned him threateningly. He sat there smiling at me. He wants me like this. He wants me to flip out.

"Just take it easy, all right? We're here to settle this," Andrea said as she looked between me and the Governor. Trying to get the both of us to calm down.

"You're right," the Governor agreed as he looked to me but was agreeing with Andrea. "Would you step outside?" he asked Andrea as he pointed to the door with his thumb.

"What?" Andrea asked a little stunned that she would be kicked out like this.

"Rick and I, we got a lot to talk about," the Governor tried to make it sound like he was being the good one, even though he was the one kicking her out.

"I'm not leaving," Andrea said firmly, trying to stand her ground and clearly losing.

"I came to talk to him," I said as I walked to my seat and looked at Andrea and then to the Governor. Waiting. Expectantly. Andrea watched the both of us before she took in a deep breath and stepped outside. One of the Governor's men shutting the door behind us. Taking my seat, I gulped and looked to him, waiting for him to say something and for that door to squeak shut. God help me.


KPOV

"Hey..." Andrea said as she exited the door and sat beside me on the bench. Her hands rubbing along her pants slightly anxious. I can tell she doesn't want this to go south either. I don't want any of us to fight or die. Especially not after everything that's happened.

"Hey," I said after clearing my throat a little. "How's it going in there?" I asked her curious as to what was going on in there. Please tell me dad is safe. That we're all safe.

"They kicked me out," Andrea told me which made me look to her saddened. She's trying to help. I can see that. "I don't know what I'm doing here," she told me. I don't think any of us know what we're really here for.

"You're trying to help," I tell her reassuringly. I just hope she has enough influence on the Governor as she thinks she does.

"What happened with Maggie?" she asked me with sad blue eyes. Her blues gazing into mine curiously. Should I tell her?

"He's a sick man," I tell her, sparing her the details and how twisted the Governor truly was.

"What am I gonna do now? I can't go back there," she tells me. She doesn't know where to go. Either back to Woodbury or back with us. Either of them is a negative. Woodbury is where she's an outcast. Back with us would seal our deaths.

"We're family. You belong with us," I said as I gently took her hand in mine and we smiled at each other comfortingly. She's like a sister to me. "But if you join us, it's settled," I remind her as we both looked away sadly. Upset towards this fact.

"I know," she said softly. She's so lost. I think...I'm going to have to do what I've been deliberating about. Now would be the perfect chance.


RPOV

"So you're the Governor," I stated as to break the ice. We had been sitting in silence for a good few minutes. My mind was running around in circles. Is Kat okay? Is Carl fine? How is baby Judith? Are Michonne and Merle at each other's throats?

"That's-...that's their term, not mine," the Governor said as though he was trying to defend himself with this possibly made up excuse.

"Oh," I said with a small nod. What a strange 'term'. "But still, you're beholden to your people," I pointed out as I looked at him.

"Well, of course," he said as he moved his hands in a way that was as though he was being restrained by shackles. Don't act like this wasn't all your doing.

"You have responsibility to them," I pointed out again. Throwing facts in his direction. You have a title...so you have to live up to it.

"Mm-hmm," the Governor agreed with this small noise and nod of his head.

"Wasn't Merle your lieutenant?" I questioned him through curious eyes. At this point I would possibly squint but I wanted to see if his expressions changed.

"He was helpful, yeah," the Governor agreed with a nod of his head.

"But you knew he was erratic," I stated. Knowing Merle from my past experience and current situations. "You blame him for scooping up Glenn and Maggie in the first place?" I asked him, wondering what he would say to such a problem as what was to come of Maggie and Glenn. I know it was you that wanted them dead.

"Exactly. I was trying to sort it out when you attacked," he told me. His voice was level but there was a twitch in his eye that told me he wasn't telling the truth. Lie.

"So it was his fault?" I asked him as I tried to gather up what this man was playing himself out to be. Continuing his performance but not trusting a single word he said.

"He's a wild card, but he's effective. He gets the dirty jobs done," the Governor said with that happy-go-lucky tone in his voice. A fake smile playing on his lips again.

"I thought you'd take responsibility," I reminded him of what he had told me moments ago. He's contradicting himself. He knows I've caught him there.

"I thought you were a cop, not a lawyer," the Governor said as I notice him get slightly nervous. Knowing I had just caught him in his web of lies.

"Either way, I don't pretend to be a Governor," I told him with a small sarcastic hint in my voice. I'm only a man trying to protect the people I love.

"I told you, I'm their leader," he told me as though that would save his alibi.

"You're the town drunk who knocked over my fence and ripped up my yard, nothing more," I growled at him as I leaned in and looked at him menacingly. Trying to show him I had teeth too but I didn't lie from them. Not like this lier and failure.

"Didn't you ever misjudge someone?" he asked me as he looked at me with a small smile that was to hint something that I didn't like. Only four people. Randall, Shane, Daryl and my daughter. "Hmm?" he asked me expectantly as I leaned back on my chair. My eyes glued to him.

"Andrea told me about your baby. That it might be your partner's. But you're caring for her and I admire that," he said which made my heart pound. What does Andrea know? Judging by my other kids? She looks like Carl. Like Kat. Meaning that Judith looks like me.

"Restitution for your own lack of insight. For failing to see the devil beside you," the Governor said as he leaned in. What is this? The lean in, lean back game? You don't intimidate me. You don't know our stories. You don't know what we've all been through. Judith is mine.

"Oh, I see him all right," I said as I looked directly into his eye. And it wasn't Shane. It's you.

The Governor stayed silent for a second then laughed a nervous, fake laugh. He tapped the table, leaning back and showing me his hands. His fingers splayed as he said each word clearly. "I brought whiskey," he told me before he got up and pulled out the bottle and two glasses. Good thing I don't get drunk so easily.


KPOV

Myself and Andrea sat on the bench beside the door that she had exited from. Where my dad and the Governor were discussing terms. "There's no reason not to use this time we have together to explore the issues ourselves," Milton said as he stopped the pacing Daryl to make him look at the blonde haired, mouse like advisor.

"Boss said to sit tight and shut up," Martinez said sternly to Milton. All of us looking at this interaction since Milton began to speak.

"Don't you mean the Governor?" Daryl asked, spitting it more than saying it as he clutched onto the leather of his crossbow. Please not another argument.

"It's a good thing they're sitting down, especially after what happened. They're gonna work it out. Nobody wants another battle," Milton said as he looked to Daryl.

"I wouldn't exactly call it a battle," Daryl growled as though he was stating something. Who gives a fuck?! I don't want my family, my loved ones all to die. I want this to end. For all of us.

"I would call it a battle and I did. I recorded it," Milton said as he lifted the little book he had in his hands and showed it to us. To Daryl directly as he felt it necessary to suddenly explain himself to Daryl.

"For what?" Daryl asked Milton as he slightly placed in a small spot. His body turned to me but his head turned to Milton. Reminding me of him when we were at the camp site. When we had lost Merle, when Amy died and Jim was bit.

"Somebody's got to keep a record of what we've gone through. It'll be a part of our history," Milton said as though that was the perfect explanation to it all. Woodbury won't be recorded because there are more of those walkers than there are survivors.

"That makes sense," Hershel agreed with Milton fondly.

"I've got dozens of interviews-" Milton went to say as a spark showed in his eyes as he got closer to Hershel. Pulling out papers and books at every angle. He was cut off by the sound of walkers stumbling and snarling.

Daryl and Martinez went towards the sound, Andrea and myself getting to our feet and walking towards it. I stopped her and indicated for her to sit back down. That I could handle it alone. Walking after the pair, I saw a group of walkers making their way towards us. Snarling, growling and stumbling as they bit and clawed at the air. "After you," Daryl said to Martinez as he pointed to the walkers.

"No way. You first," Martinez told him in return as they both stood there and allowed the walkers to come closer. Glaring at them, I took a step between them and walked forward, pulling out my machete in the process. Slicing the walker downwards with a grunt and kicking it off my machete. Turning back to the boys, they looked at me and then to each other. "Pussy," Martinez mumbled to Daryl before lifting his bat and bashed the walker's skull with it.

He looked back at Daryl with a pleased look in his eye. Daryl raised his crossbow and walked forward. Getting close enough for the walker to grab him and shot at it. The walker falling to the ground dead. Martinez did some more swinging sequences before he slapped the walker with his bat and I stood there to watch. Daryl raised his crossbow again after fixing another arrow into it and aimed for a walker that was getting close to Martinez.

When the walker fell, we saw the arrow hit the walker behind it's neck. Just as Martinez was about to hit it with his bat, Daryl pulled out his knife and threw it towards the lone walker that was getting close to Martinez. Rolling my eyes, I slipped between the gaps and found two lone walkers there, using my machete, I sliced one's head off and slashed one across the face. When we were done, I saw the boys exchange nods and I just rolled my eyes. Walking off, I went to find a quiet and safe place where I could be alone...


DPOV

After mine and Martinez's alpha male fight, we began to search walkers for any supplies. For any guns, ammo, weapons and food. Finding a packet of smokes, I shook it and showed Martinez. "Look what he's got," I tell him as I got up from my crouched position and kept my eyes on him.

"Nah, I prefer menthols," he tells me as he leaned against a pole and I pulled out a smoke. Putting it between my lips as I dug into my pockets and found a lighter.

"Douchebag," I grumbled with the ciggarette between my lips. Lighting it as I took a deep breath of it and looked to him. "You army or something?" I asked him curiously. This guy's got to be army with moves like he pulled back there with the walkers.

"Nah, I just-...just hate these things. Yeah. After what they did to my wife, kids," he said as he examined his bat. I know what he means. It sucks to lose people to the walkers. Especially people you love.

"Sucks," I mumbled after blowing out some smoke from my lungs. Looking to him and keeping the ciggarette between my lips or between my fingers. I really needed this smoke. So bad. After all this shit with the Governor, my brother, the baby, Hershel, so many deaths and with Kat being back...I really need this.

"Thanks," he said to me as he looked down at his feet. "This is a joke, right? They ain't gonna work anything out. Sure, they'll do their little dance and tomorrow, next day...they'll give the word," he explained and I completely understood him.

"I know," I agreed. I'm not blind, or stupid. I know this war will never end. Especially if either of us are looking for blood.

"Hey," Martinez said as he reached out for one of the ciggarettes, giving it him, I lit his and we both silently enjoyed the toxic air fill our lungs and our senses relax to the smoke. Fuck did I need this...


RPOV

"I care about my people and I don't take their deaths lightly, and I know you don't either," the Governor tried to sympathise with me, with our different groups of people we were trying to protect and save. "In a way, this fight, it's a failure of leadership," he said as he took a sip of his whisky and lifted the map I had given him.

"Then leave us alone," I suggest to him blankly.

"Well, now, that would be an even bigger failure. You've moved into our backyard. You shot up Main Street. If I let that threat persist, I look weak and, well, the whole thing crumbles," he tried to make it sound like either we should continue fighting or do something else all together. What the fuck does he want?

"Well, that's your problem. Your choice," I tell him as I remind him of all that happened to us. As to the reason we're here. I will protect my family. Protect the group who is part of my family.

"Now, isn't that why we're here?" he asked me as though he was amused by this. "Choice. If we choose to destroy everything we've fought for over the past year..." he said as he looked directly at me. "We're gonna kill everyone we know. At your prison. Back in Woodbury. People we love, Rick," he said which made me tense. He's threatening me. I too have people I love. I won't let them die.

"I was at work one day taking shit from a boss half my age and an IQ even lower. And the phone rang. My wife had been in an accident. 'Sorry, Mr. Blake, we did everything we could.' I sat there holding that phone, knowing that I would never see her again," he told me of his life before this.

"Gone," he said which reminded me of Lori. Of when I thought Kat was dead. "It was just an accident. No one's fault. She left a voicemail asking me to call her, but I hadn't had a chance yet. I sat there clutching that phone thinking, 'What did she want?' Just to check in? Ask me to pick something up for dinner? What did she want?" he asked me which was when I realized that all through this, I had been trembling and thinking of my own family.


KPOV

"Hey..." a rough, edgy and calming voice called out to me. I was wandering around. I couldn't take sitting down with Andrea at the moment, or hearing Milton and Hershel discuss things. Nor could I go in with dad and the Governor. All I could do was pace around and swirl in my thoughts.

"Oh," I said slightly startled to find the blue eyed, brown haired, stubbled faced and kind face look at me. His crossbow hung over his body as he walked to me. "Hey Daryl," I said politely as I looked to him. "What are you doing here?" I asked him curiously. Wasn't he talking to Martinez?

"Here to protect your dad," Daryl told me roughly as he looked at me from the side, like he would when we first started. It's like...he's wary of me. Like he is intimidated or afraid of me.

"I know that," I said with a sigh. "You know what I meant," I told him as I looked directly at him. His blue eyes looked at me then looked away for a moment.

"Yeah..." he agreed and stayed silent for a moment. "I just-...there's something you said earlier that makes me think," he tells me which made me look at him curious as to what he was thinking about.

"What did I say earlier that makes you think?" I asked him curious as to what he possibly meant. Is he...he can't be talking about me and Carl? Or is it about me talking to my dad about Michonne?

"That speech you said to Carl..." Daryl reminded me. Shit. "What did you mean by it?" he asked me with curious eyes. His body turning a little now to look directly into my eyes. He means what he's saying. He's curious as to what I have possibly planned.

"I meant that...I would have to make choices," I said bluntly. Not wanting to go into detail to him. He doesn't need to know. It's my own decision as to what I want to do.

"I know that," Daryl said a little roughly, the way his voice sounded made me want to shiver but I bit back the urge to. "Why did you say it?" he asked me, his eyes squinting slightly as to check to see if I would lie to him. "What choices do you have to make?" he asked me, his voice curious and dark as he watched me.

"I've been thinking...I might go back to Woodbury," I reveal to him which made him tense as his jaw clenched tightly. "Back with Andrea," I said as I thought of Andrea's position in this mess. She can't leave...but I won't let her face it alone.

"You can't be serious," Daryl said as though I was saying it as a joke. I stayed silent. "The Governor would kill you the moment you step foot into Woodbury," Daryl told me. That's a risk I have to take. "He'll want to know answers," Daryl said as though to convince me not to go back.

"I know but...I'm willing to go," I tell him as I thought out my options. I can stay and allow those I love to die...or I can show Andrea what the Governor is like and save us all. "To show Andrea who we're dealing with," I tried to explain to him in my twisted and crazy mind. I probably sound like I've lost it.

"Andrea can find out by herself," Daryl growled as he took a step closer to me. "Besides...she already knows what the Governor is capable of," Daryl said with a small movement that showed me he was starting to get either angered or irritated.

"How can you know that?" I asked him as I crossed my arms over my chest. He makes himself sound like he knows everything and anything. He doesn't know Andrea like I do. Andrea wouldn't want to be in his bed after all he's supposedly done.

"I just...do," Daryl growled as he looked away to the ground and off to one side a little. "You shouldn't go. You've got family waiting for you back at the prison," Daryl tried to convince me. "People who love you," he told me which made my heart clench. I know...but I love them too much to watch them suffer under the power of the Governor.

"It's why I have to go," I tell him which makes him look at me like I was crazy. "I can be on the inside, warn you if he plans another attack after making deals," I pleaded slightly as he shook his head and sighed.

"You shouldn't go," Daryl said more firmly as he got close to my face. "You just got here. You're just going to up and leave your family?!" he asked me angered. "Again?!" he growled as he glared at me.

"It's my decisions Daryl," I sneered at him as I too got close to his face. "If I choose to go back to Woodbury it is because I am trying to protect my family. To protect everyone at the prison," I inform him as I too glared at him. "You can't stop me from doing that," I growled as we were glaring directly at each other.

"I might not be able to..." Daryl said a little more calmly as he kept his face close enough to mine. Our faces pressing up against each other, close enough that I only needed to go in a few more inches and we would be kissing. "But your dad might," he said as though it would be a threat. I am not a little girl anymore. I'm 20 years old. I can do as I please.

"Not you," I said firmly. "Not my dad," I stated as I looked directly at him. "Not anyone," I growled, my voice sounded menacing as I pushed him a little away from me.

"Do what you like," Daryl growled at me as he ignored my pushes and got in my face again. His soft breath fanning against my face. The anger from him was surrounding us in this heated, angry bubble we had suddenly created. "You're just asking to get killed," Daryl spat as he turned and left me alone. If I died in order to save my family...then that is a worthy death.


RPOV

"You know, the truth is I didn't want any of this. They chose me because there was nobody else around. And they still think that I'm the man that can keep them safe. They still think I know what I'm doing," the Governor said as he got up and began to walk around. Picking up his weapons and placing them to rest as a belt on his hips.

"I know you got guns," he told me as though this was meant to surprise me. I know he's had people there watching us. "Mmm. That was quite a stash you brought back the other day. Now, my people, they're not combat-tested like yours are, but I've got more of them. So this fight, it will go down to the last man," he told me as though this was meant to scare me.

"So let's end it. Today. Let's not do this. We can walk away," he tried to settle this, pretending to be a good man and look out for those he cared about. For those that I cared about. "You have something that I want. One thing that makes this all all right," he tells me as he stepped closer to me.

"I'm not giving up the prison," I declared to him before he could even say one of the first things I'd protect. The prison and my people...my family...our home.

"No. No, I-...I don't want your prison. That doesn't sound safe at all. I mean, you lost your wife, another man," he said as he sat down in front of me.

"We're not moving on," I warned him.

"What good would that do me? Best you stay where I can keep my one good eye on you," he told me as he revealed his eye to me. It was one of horror back in the normal days. There had been a piece of glass where there was now an everlasting scar where his eye used to be. "I want Michonne. Turn her over and this all goes away. Is she worth it? One woman...worth all those lives at your prison? Is she?" he kept going on as I thought to myself. Remembering what Kat had said. My mouth turned dry as I thought of Kat, of Michonne and those at the prison.


KPOV

~Earlier that day~

"Dad?" I called to him softly, just before he got into the car and pulled him to me. He stopped and looked to me curiously. His hands on his waist as he looked to me. His blue eyes boring into mine.

"Yeah?" he asked me curiously. His expression soft and sweet. That's the man I know and love. Not the man who was losing it since mom had died. I guess seeing Morgan really changed him.

"I need to talk to you. Before we leave," I tell him a little shyly, I looked away for a moment and glanced at me feet. Feeling nervous about what I was about to ask of him. His fingers were gently placed under my chin and lifted my face up to look at him.

"What is it?" he asked me kindly with a warm look in his eyes. He's coming back to me. A small smirk pulled at the corner of my lips as I looked at him. His smile was one of love.

"The Governor...he will probably want Merle and Michonne as a peace gift," I tell him softly as I wrapped my hands around his wrists. "Don't believe him. He will only kill them and see us as weak. Meaning that he will kill all of us in order to illiminate the threat," I informed him of what type of man the Governor was like judging by Michonne's discriptions and what I've witnessed first-hand.

"How could you know that?" he asked me as he tilted his head a little, looked at me through slinted eyes and his brows furrowed in wonder.

"I can tell," I said as I felt a twisting feeling in my stomach. "And judging by everything Michonne told me...he is looking for blood," I tell him. Remembering Michonne telling me about Woodbury, what she saw and his walker daughter. The fishtanks. There was so many things that seemed wrong.

"Why should I not give the Governor Michonne and Merle?" dad asked me a little speculative. He's testing me. I can tell.

"Because...Michonne is family. She has saved me dad. More than I can count. She's brought us together," I remind dad. "Merle...he was following orders. He won't go against Daryl. Especially now that he's with us," I told dad as I looked at him with my most kindest expression. "Dad...she doesn't deserve to die. She's earned her keep and...I owe her," I said to him sadly. The lump in my throat tightening. "You owe her," I insisted. Hopeful that he would listen to what I was saying.

"Please...be smart about this," I pleaded up at him as I held his wrists gently and looked up into his eyes. He was silent as he stared down at me. Sighing, his long fingers ran up to cup my face. The palm of his hands resting on the sides of my face. His thumbs caressing my cheeks softly.

"I love you Katherine," dad told me with the most sincere tone in his voice that I had heard since I had returned. He means it. He's coming back...so that's progress. Smiling, I shut my eyes gently and felt him lean in to press a kiss to my forehead.

"I know," I whispered as I pursed my lips as not to cry from his endearing sentiments. "I love you too dad," I told him as he kept his forehead pressed to mine. This was something he would do when he truly missed me and finally realized that we needed each other. When he truly meant what he had said to me. This is the dad I've been missing. The one I've been looking for.


RPOV

"Yeah, I don't get it. You've obviously got big plans. Like you're the guy who's gonna lick this thing. Bring us back from the brink. So why waste your time on a two-bit vendetta?" I asked him as I rubbed at my face and thought about his negotiation. What I've heard about him, what I know and what I've been seeing or hearing...they didn't add up.

"Why risk it all? You could have a statue of yourself in the town square, Governor," I teased him a little. Trying to make him sound like someone worthy to build a statue for. Highly unlikely. "Killing Michonne is sort of beneath you, don't you think?" I asked him curiously.

"You could save your son. Save your daughters. Everyone you know. It's your choice," he said every word slowly. So that I could process what he was offering in exchange for Michonne. This made me fight with myself. My children...my family. Risk it all for someone Kat owes? I don't know...

"If I give you Michonne, how do I know you'll keep your word that you'll stop?" I asked him, considering his offer and hoping to make the right choice. If I turned over Michonne...Kat would hate me. She's doing what she can to protect her. To protect us.

"You can have everything you want. I told you, I don't care about you. You think about it. Two days. I'll be here at noon," he tells me as he looked at me. I was completely lost in my thoughts. Not knowing where to turn to. When he got up, he opened the door. In deliberation I sat there for a few moments before getting up and following after him.


KPOV

"Wait, you're going with them?!" Daryl growled at me as he saw me walk towards Andrea, the Governor, Martinez and Milton. Seeing me walk towards their car made Daryl all but rage at me. I thought he would pull me away and drag me to the car with Hershel and dad.

"Yes. I am," I told him which made us all stop. Andrea looking at me worried and slightly sadly. I'm going with you. Whether you like it or not. I'm coming.

"So after coming back to us you're just going to leave?" Daryl asked me with a growl. His eyes looking at me as though I was being crazy or ridiculous...or both.

"Daryl's got a point. Kat...Carl's waiting. So is Judith," dad tried to convince me. His hand on my arm as he tried to lead me to the car. Pulling my arm from his hold, I stayed firmly planted on the ground and clenched my jaw shut.

"This is my choice," I told him firmly. "Carl will understand," I said as I thought of my little brother. The need to sight, surpressed by the need to keep him and the others safe. "I have to do this," I told him as I kept my eyes on the identical blues of dad's eyes.

"Be safe. Please," dad pleaded of me as he nods and gulps. He looked lost and worried as he looked around. This was until he kept his eyes on me. His face stern and expression told me he meant what he had told me. I'll be as safe as I possibly can. Nodding, I climbed into the car with Andrea and Milton. The Governor drove as Martinez was sat next to him.


RPOV

Seeing Kat leave us like she did...it was hard to let her go but...I knew she needed to do whatever she had decided was important. When we reached the prison, people gathered around the cell block. "Dad...where's Kat?" Carl asked me worried as he noticed she didn't follow us in.

"Woodbury. On some suicidal mission if you ask me," Daryl growled. I knew he wasn't pleased with her choice but neither of us could control her. Nor would either of us try to. The ride was silent as I didn't want to speak in fear I might let something slip or possibly worry over my daughter's safety.

"Don't say that," I growled at Daryl. Not liking the fact he was trying to make us worry more than we already were. Carl's blue eyes looked at me worried and I could tell he didn't like the thought of Kat being at Woodbury. "So, I met this Governor. Sat with him for quite a while," I declared to the group as I looked at each, individual face.

"Just the two of you?" Merle asked me curious as to what my answer would be.

"Yeah," I tell him. Revealing to him that we were in fact alone for the most part.

"Should have gone when we had the chance, bro," Merle said as he passed Glenn towards his cell. Something must of happened while I was away.

"He wants the prison. He wants us gone. Dead. He wants us dead for what we did to Woodbury. We're going to war," I told the group with all the pain in my chest. What does Kat want me to do? I can't let Judith and Hershel go on the run, neither can I hand Michonne over to the Governor so easily.


KPOV

"Thanks for setting that up. You really put yourself out there," the Governor said to Andrea as we were making our way back to our home. My eyes on the pair as the Governor was walking with us slightly but at a distance.

"Glad I could help," Andrea responded with a nod of her head. This is all for show. At least...from the Governor it is.

"Rick and I set terms. He's gonna consider them and then we'll meet again in two days," the Governor told Andrea and myself which made me stop in my tracks. Along with Andrea and then the Governor.

"What sort of terms?" I asked him. Does he want what I thought he wants? Michonne? Merle? Both?

"Hope it works out," Andrea said before pulling me away and leading me away from the Governor who stayed silent. Something's wrong. Especially in the way he looked at me. He's keeping something from us.


RPOV

I was stood outside, by where me and Lori had last properly talked. Gripping the fence as I looked down. In deliberation over what to do. Save my family...or save Michonne? "The group's taking it as well as can be expected. Merle and Michonne are convinced we should hit first. Carol and I think we should take our chances on the road. We're in this together. So if we stay and fight, so be it," Hershel told me as he stopped beside me on his crutches.

Nodding I took into account his words and sighed in thought. "He gave me a choice. A way out," I tell him as I thought over what the Governor and I spoke about. Including what had been going on with me and Kat. What do I do?

"What does he want?" Hershel asked me as we looked directly into each other's eyes. Focusing on what either of us were about to say. Curious as to what could happen in the future. What would Lori want me to do?

"Michonne," I tell Hershel bluntly.

"He'll kill her," Hershel pointed out as I looked away for a moment and then back to him.

"And then kill us anyway," I said as I thought about the things this man is capable of. "What if he doesn't? What if this is the answer?" I questioned Hershel as I thought of what was going on with the Governor. As to the posibilities of everything going on.

"Why didn't you tell them?" Hershel asked me a little curious as to why I hadn't told them about what the Governor was offering as a peaceful truce. A deal.

"They need to be scared," I tell him honestly. If it all went south either way...they shouldn't act like they're going to be safe.

"They are," Hershel told me which made me know that they were. I could tell by how they were all acting the moment I told them about the Governor. I hope we can survive this. We have to. And Kat...I hope she knows what she's doing in Woodbury.

"Good. 'Cause that's the only way they'll accept it," I tell him as I thought about everyone in the cell block. They need to be scared in order to be concious of things that could happen. That way...we can all survive this. Together. That way they will agree with taking Michonne to the Governor.

"She saved my life. Kat's and Carl's. Glenn, Maggie-" Hershel said as he thought of all that she has done. Kat's name making me tense slightly. "If she hadn't come here, we never would have known they were taken. She's earned her place," Hershel told me as I thought of everything she had done for us.

"Yeah. Yeah, she has," I agreed as I thought of Kat and her words. Of how Carl was pleased with Michonne. "Are you willing to sacrifice your daughters' lives for her?" I asked Hershel. More obviously...willing to risk all our lives. Even my daughter.

"Why are you telling me?" Hershel asked me pleadingly. We're all stressed. All confused and unsure as to what to do. Do we save? Do we hand her over to her death? What do we do?

"Because...I'm hoping you can talk me out of it," I told him sadly as I thought of what I would end up having to do. I have to take that chance. Especially if that saves us all. I'd rather try than be seen as stupid for killing us all.


KPOV

"Something's not right...he's...I don't know. I feel like he's lying about something," I tell Andrea as I looked out my window and watched the Governor disappear into a building with Milton and Martinez. Something made my gut twist at the thought of them conspiring against my family.

"Kat...you're being ridiculous," Andrea told me which made me move away from the window and turn to look at her.

"Me?" I questioned her a little stunned at the thought she believed me to be the crazy one. "I-...I came here Andrea. I left my siblings...my father! The group! For you. So that we could face this together. So you didn't have to deal with this alone," I tell him as I glared at her slightly. How dare she! I've risked it all for her! And this is how she treats me?

"I know that Kat but I can handle myself. Philip won't hurt me. He won't hurt you. He's a good man," Andrea tried to defend him. The way she looked at me made me feel like it was all a lie. Like she was saying this so frequently that she actually believed it herself.

"Are you that blind?!" I questioned her, outraged that she would believe that he was what she believed him to be. "He shot at us!" I reminded her. "He could of killed me, my brother, my baby sister!" I shouted, angered that she would think that my family were safe.

"Just...stop it Kat. I know what Philip is like. He wouldn't kill your family," Andrea told me which made me shake my head. An idea sprung into my head. One that I knew would be risky. Checking to see if the Governor was out, I knew he was still inside with the other two he entered with.

"Fine. Guess I have to find something out and...I'm taking you with me," I told Andrea as I took her hand in mine and lead her out of our house. Leading her towards the Governor's house, sneaking around and getting inside sneakily. I need to see this and so does Andrea...if Michonne was right.

Entering the Governor's house, I searched around the room and tried to think of which one would hold what I was looking for. "Kat!" Andrea whisper shouted at me. Worry obvious in her voice. "We shouldn't be in here," Andrea tried to warn me. "Let's just go," Andrea pleaded as she held my arm and tried to pull me out of the building.

"Wait," I told her as I moved to one of the doors. It was locked. Pulling out my knife, I ran it along the lock until it opened. The door squeaked opened and revealed rows of stacked tanks that held heads in them. "Oh my God...Michonne was right," I gasped as I stepped inside. My eyes examining the heads until I caught glance of a pair of familiar heads. Ones that I had once seen alive...and speaking.

Gasping, I felt my body tremble and shiver. It was non other than the heads of Guillermo and Felipe were in the tanks. Their mouths agape and eyes shut. They died...because of the Governor. All those old people...slaughtered because of him. He is more than sick.

"Kat?" Andrea called me as she went to my side in a hurry. Her hands holding me as I stood there, shaking and struggling for air. My eyes wide, skin cold and my stomach was doing twists and turns inside of me. "What's wrong?" Andrea pleaded as she went to shake me. "Kat!" Andrea pleaded as she cupped my face in her hands and stood before me. Blocking my view of the heads. "You have me worried," Andrea said with sad eyes.

"You...you knew about this?!" I asked her stunned as I pulled her hands away from my face angered. Pushing her hands off me and her body to step away from me as I looked to the heads of the men that took care of the elderly.

"Well...I-" Andrea went to defend herself. She knew this entire time?! Is she fucking crazy?!

"And you didn't think to tell me?!" I shouted at her, stopping her from speaking as I glared at her. I felt so betrayed. She could have told me something other than staying silent and acting like the Governor hadn't completely lost it.

"I didn't have the chance!" Andrea shouted at me. "Besides...it's non of our business," Andrea growled at me as she looked at me a little angered. Her hands on her hips. She's talking to me like she did to Michonne.

"Yes! It is!" I shouted at her. Pacing around, I felt my heart pounding at the thought of what we had all gotten ourselves into. "This man...I thought he was...troubled," I tried to explain my thoughts as I walked around the small room. "After this!" I screamed to Andrea as I pointed to the fish tanks filled with heads. "I know he's more than crazy," I told her as I looked directly into her sad blue eyes.

"Come on. We're leaving," Andrea said as he rushed to me and tried to pull me out by my arm. She expects me to leave after seeing this?! After finding out about all the shit the Governor's done? After the possibility that it would be my families heads in those fish tanks next?! No way.

"No," I snarled sternly as I pulled my arm out of her grasp. "You go," I told her firmly. "I'm staying," I told her as I stood my ground and held it firmly. I'm not going anywhere. Especially not without answers. I will get my answers.

"Fine," Andrea said stubbornly as she walked out, following slightly behind her, I watched her open the door and shut it forcefully. Sighing, I ran my fingers through my short hair and paced around. Shutting the door, I walked to where the Governor had once stored Michonne's sword.

Suddenly, the door opened and I saw the Governor walk into the room. "Governor..." I called to him warily as I walked to him. "I need to ask you what your deal was," I went to say. "Actually...not just that. I need to know why this!" I growled as I rushed to the other side of the room and opened the door forcefully, showing him the fish tanks and walking to them. "Is here," I asked him pointing to the fish tanks with my thumb.

"Why have you been sneaking around in my house?" the Governor asked me as he shut the door behind himself and slowly walked towards me. "Seeing as your father is a cop...I thought you would know by now that it is illegal to break into a house without a warrent," he told me as he gave me his forced smile.

"Answer me!" I demanded as I took rushed steps closer to him, face to face as I glared up at him. Hoping that I was intimidating him the way I was wanting to come across as. Be afraid of me.

"I don't have to," the Governor said with a smile that stretched more than it needed to be. He's being sarcastic now. I can tell. "You live in my town," the Governor reminded me. "I follow my own rules. As should you follow mine," he told me firmly as his expression changed to one of pure sarcasm. He's having fun with this.

"I am not leaving until I get my answers," I told him firmly as I glared up at him. He stepped away from me and opened the door for me. A small sigh escaped him as he lowered his head for a second but then looked up at me expectantly.

"Fine," he agreed dryly. "I shall answer you tomorrow. For now...I need to do some work as I am a busy man Miss Grimes," he said to me politely and when he noticed I wasn't moving, he made a gesture telling me I needed to leave now.

Sighing, I decide to leave him and return back to him later. When I knew he would be willing to answer to my questions. "I'll be-" I went to say as my back was to him, exiting the door. I was cut off when I felt something hard and cold hit my head. Darkness cascaded into my mind and I fell flat onto the floor...


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