I was so freaking nervous that I was going to drop that cake. It was a monster. I pulled into the studio lot and took a second to check my texts I had gotten. Here we go, an unsaved number. ' Bakersdoitbest CupcakeQueen:)' I laughed. That was cute. 'Where the hell are you man?' Andy was so high strung. 'Call me. I miss you ;)' Damnit, Cecelia was texting me again. I stuck my phone in my pocket and walked around to bring in the cake.

Greg was so surprised. Everyone was impressed with the cake and asked a bunch of questions. Steven stole half of my cupcake, that fucker. It was damn good too. I didn't have to film today, so I watched some of the scenes being filmed. This season was going to kick ass!

"Norm, thanks for grabbing the cake man. Want to grab some drinks when I'm done. About 5?" Andy asked.

"Sure, dude. I'll just crash in my room until then. Come wake me up when you're finished." I turned to walk away. "Andy, did the owner take the order for the cake?"

"Yeah, a short, pretty, brunette? Annalise I think. She was nice. Very talented. Why?"

"No reason. I'll see you later." I turned and walked to my dressing room. It wasn't huge, but it had a comfortable couch and a TV so I could sleep and kill some time. I laid on the couch and turned on the TV. I quickly turned it off when I couldn't find anything on; daytime TV sucked. I pulled out my phone and decided to look up Anna on Twitter.

She had a cute picture of herself up and one of her blowing flour at someone taking the picture of her as the cover photo. Her bio read, 'Just a Georgia girl trying to find her way back home. Baker, child herder, and TWD fan.' I scrolled down to read her last few tweets.

'Alarm clocks are a tool of the devil.' 6hrs ago

'You wouldn't even freaking believe me Twitterverse. #NR' 9 hrs ago. NR for Norman Reedus. She had tweeted about me. I couldn't stop a smile form coming across my face.

'Sunday nights are always hard for my little girl.' 1 day ago. Hmm...I wonder what that was about.

'I'm gonna make these 300 cupcakes my bitch! #WTFwasIthinking 3 days ago. She was beautiful and funny. And taken I had to remind myself.

'I may or may not have just spent 30 mins with #AndrewLincoln! Now where's #NormanReedus ;) 7 days ago. I almost spit out my tea when I read this.

I decided to look through her photos. There were lots of pictures of cupcakes and cakes she's made. There was one of Liza. Oh, and here's one with her hugging a little boy. The caption read 'My little Domino and me.' Oh wow, she had a little boy too. Looked to be about 7 or so. Unlike Liza, the boy had bright blue eyes. I couldn't stop looking through the photos; I wanted to know more about this woman. My eyes almost bugged out when I saw her with another little boy about 4 or 5. The caption read 'My baby boy Cas and me.'

She had three kids. Wow, she had her hands full. I remember what is was like when Ming was those ages, and I only had 1. Part of me wished Ming had a brother or sister, but it just hadn't been in the cards. There was no one since Helena that I even considered having children with.

I went as far back in her tweets as I could.

'I wish you were here...' June 17. I wonder who she was talking about.

I hit the follow button, set it up so I get her notifications and sent her a DM. 'I'm officially your follower. Your cupcake was delicious; Steven stole 1/2 of it.'

I shut the app and decided to get some sleep. Before I could even drift off, my phone alerted me. It was a DM from Anna. 'Yes! Rachel will be so jealous. That punk. I'll get you some more soon.' I smiled.

'I'll hold you to that. What's Rachel's handle?' I sent back

'No way! Make her sweat for a while!' She sent.

'LOL. You're the boss.' I replied

'Really though, thanks for today. Liza was almost in tears when you left. You don't know what this means to her. Thank you, Norman.' She sent.

'You're welcome. It was all her really. I'd have been a fool not to put her in my book. She's so talented, Anna.' I wrote honestly.

I got a notification that Anna tweeted. 'Is this really my life?!' 30 sec ago. I liked the tweet.

'Oh my gosh! Norman Reedus liked my tweet. ;)' She sent me.

'That loser? LOL' I replied.

'Watch it mister. Those are fighting words. Work tomorrow?' She asked.

'Haha. Yep, gotta be in Senoia at 7:30. We're filming at a house.' I sent back

'Cool. Stop by the shop in morning? Maybe around 6:30 if you're up early enough? I'll send you in with some goodies.' She sent

I smiled. 'Sure. Thanks, and I can grab the drawing.'

'Welcome. Least I can do. I've already had 3 orders from cast and crew thanks to you and Andrew.' She replied.

My heart dropped a little. She was just doing it to thank us. She's married Norman, stop reading into this. Besides I'm not 'that guy.'

'Hey, I only ate it. You baked it.' I sent back

'Ok, fair enough. I gotta go. We're closing up.' She sent.

'See you in the morning. Have a good night. :)' I sent

'You too! :)'

I decided to send out a tweet. 'Sweets get me every time. Thanks Slugger.' With a picture of me taking a bite out of my Wake the Dead cupcake. About a minute later I get the notification that CupcakeQueen liked and commented on my tweet. 'Looks good ;)' I decided to mess with her and tweeted back. 'Me or the cupcake? ;)' That made my fans go crazy for a second.

I got the alert to her tweet again. 'Jury's still out. :p'

I went through some other tweets and followed some fans that caught my eye and then answered a dozen or so DM's. I don't understand actors that don't interact with their fans. The fans are why they are where they to begin with. Now it was really time to sleep and maybe dream of some friendly brown eyes.

Andy woke me up a few hours later saying he was going to jump in the shower and then he was ready to go. Shit I had slept like 3 hours and I had a missed call from Mingus. The phone was rang twice before my song picked up.

"Hey Dad." he said.

"Hey Bud, what's going on? You having a good day?" I asked. I really missed my son when I was away. Luckily he would be spending a week a month with me this summer.

"Nothing much. Mom said we have to go to dinner with some guy who wants to commission her to do some pieces. Today was boring. When can I come down to see you?" he asked.

I couldn't help but smile, "Next week, Ming. I emailed a ticket to your mom. You get the new skateboard I sent you?"

"Yeah, it's sick. All the guys want one just like it." he said sounding pleased.

"They're outta luck. That was designed just for you. One of kind." I said.

"Awesome. Thanks Dad. How are things going down there? Having any fun?"

"Things are good. I had the day off, but I'm up at the studio. I met this girl a few years younger than you that is an amazing artist. I'm going to put one of her drawings in my book." Ming would have liked Liza's drawings. It looked they had similar tastes in things.

"That's cool, Dad. Hey, Mom's calling. I gotta get ready. Don't work too hard; have some fun. I'll see you next week. Love ya."

"Love you too. See ya soon, Buddy." I ended the call and got up to check on Andy. I knocked and walked on it. "You done primpin yet?" I said sitting down on his couch and grabbing a handful of candy he had sitting out. This man always had candy laying around.

"Just about, man. It was a hard day." he shouted from the bathroom.

"Yeah, that cake break must have been a bitch." I replied.

"Dick. But that cake was awesome. Can't believe people can make things like that just to have people eat it." he said walking out of the bathroom.

"Yeah. The cupcakes were good too. We should pick some up for the girls sometime. They'd love them." I said thinking of anyway to get back to the bakery.

"Sure. Where do you want to go tonight? Pizza, wings, Social Club?" he asked.

"Lets go to Southern Ground. Want me to drive?" I asked.

"Sure man, lets go. I'll text Cudlitz. I think he's going to meet us later when he's done."

We headed out to my Jeep, but my head was back at that bakery. She hadn't tweeted since we talked earlier and I considered DMing her, but I tried to think how I would feel if a man was DMing my wife. I frowned.

"Who pissed in your cheerios?" Andy asked smirking.

"What? Nothing man. Just thinking. Cecilia text me this morning," I said to distract him.

"What the hell did she want? You didn't text her back did you?" He asked. Andy never did like her.

"I don't know what she wanted. Asked me to call her." I replied.

"You gonna?"

"I don't know. Probably not." I said noncommittally

"The correct answer is No. She was too young for you Norman. You need to find someone a little older. Less what's the right word? Vapid." He said.

"Shut up man, she wasn't that bad," she really was though.

"Whatever you say." He laughed climbing into the Jeep.