So I still owe a few people stories but here's this as an apology for my prolonged absence. Its cute I think. Also thank you for reviews, follows, and favorites. I really appreciate the support.
Daryl had a pretty good idea of what he'd walk into the moment he saw her car in the parking lot of his building. It didn't happen often, but there were days when Beth would have a rough day and he would get home from work to find her buried under his covers fast asleep.
He kicked his shoes off at the front door next to hers and walked farther into his apartment toward his bedroom. He noted the mess that was her clothes sitting in the top of his laundry hamper, trying to imagine what could have possibly happened to create the mess of… He couldn't determine what the gooey-looking substance was and he wasn't sure he wanted to.
Daryl continued into his bedroom and found Beth just where he figured he would, tucked under his blankets. He could see the collar of his flannel sticking out of the blanket where it was wrapped up around her neck. A smile tugged at his lips as he undressed down to his boxers and slipped into the bed behind her. She responded immediately, fitting her back against his chest when he wrapped an arm around her, hand resting on her stomach.
They laid that way for a while, her sleeping and him taking in her scent and the feeling of her in his arms. This hadn't been easy for him in the beginning, but he had gotten so much better at it, the physical contact. He supposed it helped that this was Beth, the most kind and gentle person he had ever met, easing him into it. He knew she had done that for him. She took it slow and helped him adjust without him ever saying a word about it. She just knew. She usually did. So she was good at knowing him, but he knew her, too.
He knew the moment she woke up because he felt the tension return to her before she relaxed back into him. He lightened his hold on her when she started to squirm and turned to face him, her bright blue eyes glistening as she looked up at him in a way that pulled at his heart. Daryl pressed his lips to her forehead quickly before pulling back and waiting patiently for her to talk.
"Hey." She whispered after a few more beats of silence, her small voice and dismal smile doing nothing for the ache in his chest.
"Hey, Princess," He responded, hand pulsing on her hip. "Bad day?"
Beth nodded closing her eyes and pressing her face into his chest. He shifted his arm back around her, holding her more firmly to him.
"Better now." She breathed.
"Mine too."