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Chapter Three

Beth had been living with Daryl for two weeks now, and he never got tired of waking up in the morning with the sun streaming in, shining on her face, with her hair spread all over the pillow. She was the most beautiful damn thing he'd ever seen; he would never understand why she would wanna be with him. Beth loved waking up to Daryl staring down at her, she always slept better when she was sleeping in his arms. Daryl didn't wanna get up, but he'd promised Carl a couple days ago that he'd take him out hunting. The boy was starting to get good, much better than what he had been. He sighed, "I gotta get up…promised Carl we'd go huntin' today."

Beth pretended to pout at him leaving, and he thought she couldn't possibly be any cuter.

"How long y'all gonna be out for?" She asked while he started to pull on some clothes.

"Don't know…Probably be back late afternoon."

"Okay, y'all be careful."

"Mhmm." He leaned over and kissed her, "See you later blondie." She smiled at his nickname for her.

Beth had planned on going back to sleep for a few more minutes, but couldn't fall back asleep without him there. Beth went downstairs to find something for breakfast. After looking through the fridge she decided on making some eggs. On a run about a month ago, Daryl, Rick, and Michonne had found three chickens and a cow, and brought them back. In a week they had started getting eggs from the chickens, and a little bit of milk from the cow. She had just begun frying the eggs, when she started to get the same nauseating feeling she had had for the last week, but much worse this time. She sprinted from the kitchen to the bathroom, and threw up what felt like everything she had consumed in the last month. She flushed the toilet and sat back against the fall. Maybe she was getting the flu or something, but the only symptoms she had were throwing up, feeling light headed, which she thought was related to being so nauseated, and she was a little more tired than usual. Those weren't all flu symptoms, but what else could be wrong? She sat there for another ten minutes thinking and waiting for the nausea to pass, when a thought popped into her mind, "no" she gasped, "that can't be it." She got up as fast as she could, without falling over, and went upstairs. She started rummaging through her dresser drawer until she found it, the calendar she found that she used to track her period. She frantically started flipping through the pages, trying to find when her last period was. Three weeks. She was three weeks late, "how could I have not noticed?" The possibility was starting to seem more and more real that she could be pregnant. Oh lord, what would Daryl say? If he was freaked out about moving in together, he would go completely insane over this. Before she could say anything to him, she needed to talk to Maggie. Maybe she wasn't pregnant, maybe she was just sick.

Beth had quickly thrown on clothes, and went over to Maggie and Glenn's house. She walked through the front door, "Maggie, you home?"

"Hey Bethy" Maggie came walking out of the kitchen and immediately noticed the panicked expression on her sister's face, "What's wrong?"

"Um…promise you won't freak out?"

"Spill it Beth."

"I…uhh…I think…I might be…pr…pregnant." Maggie stood there frozen for a second, before snapping out of it, "How late are you?"

"Three weeks. And I've been nauseated for the last week, been more tired than usual, but I thought I was just getting sick."

Maggie just sighed, "Well, I'm pretty sure you are, but the only way to be sure is to take a test." She motioned for Beth to follow her upstairs. Once in the bathroom, Maggie pulled a couple of pregnancy tests.

"Where did you get all those?" Beth asked wide eyed.

Maggie sighed, "Last time we went on a run, Glenn and I decided to grab as many as we could find, incase, you know?" Beth could tell there was more to it, but wasn't gonna press it. Maggie handed her three, she read the instructions, and then took all three.

"How long do we have to wait?"

"Five minutes."

These were about to be the longest five minutes of Beth's life. All she could think about is how Daryl would react. She knew about his childhood, the scars on his back, and the ones in his head. He was good with Judith, but that's different. This would be his own child. Would he be happy, would he leave, would he be mad at her? Beth knew she should calm down, they didn't know if she was yet or not, but they would soon. Her and Daryl's whole lives could be changed by two little pink lines.