Hey guys! So yes, little Dixon is finally here! Just a fair warning that the next couple of chapters are going to be pure fluffy stuff just to show how Brooke and Daryl deal with being parents. Don't worry though, I've got some drama coming on the way and one idea I have in mind will test your memory (insert evil laughter once again). Thanks so much for the views, reviews, favorites, and follows. Feel free to leave a review! Thanks and as always, happy reading!

Chapter 18: Goodnight

It was the day after Dean was born and Brooke was holding him while she talked softly to him. Daryl had gone out to grab some food for them. She heard a knock on her door and she looked up.

"Hey Rick." She greeted.

"Hey Brooke." He said and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Wow, he looks just like Daryl."

"Freaky huh?" she asked and he chuckled. "You wanna hold him?" he nodded and she hand him over. "So do you want to be his Uncle?"

"Oh Brooke, of course." He smiled at the small infant who was squirming in his arms a little.

"How's Sophia?"

"She's fine. I can't believe how fast she's grown." He said and smirked sadly.

"You okay?" she asked.

"She looks more and more like Shane every day. Especially her eyes and her skin." He sighed and sat down. Brooke nodded and held Rick's shoulder. "I just don't know what to do."

"Do you still love Lori?" she asked.

"Of course I do it's just I don't know how to handle this sort of thing." Rick said. "I love Sophia like she's my daughter but he'll always be her father. It's always at the back of my mind whenever I see her."

"I'm sorry Rick." Brooke said. "You still want to be with Lori right?" she asked and he nodded. "There's your answer."

"How are you?" he asked.

"I'm fine." She replied. "I'm going to be recovering for a little but I'll be fine."

"I meant about Shane." Rick said and she sighed.

"I'm okay. I mean, he was in the back of my mind when I was in Woodbury by myself. It's like he knew what to do and I thought I was going crazy. I realized after everything that he wasn't my brother when he died. He was an entirely different person. I mourn that he's gone of course but I think it may have been the best thing for him. I don't think he would've lasted long after anyways."

"So, is Dean's middle name Shane?" he asked after some silence.

"Yeah, after my brother not the one who tried to kill us." She replied and he kind of chuckled. Dean made a little noise and gripped onto Rick's finger.

"Aunt Brooke!" Carl greeted and walked over to her. He gave her a bear hug and she laughed.

"Hey handsome!" she greeted and kissed his forehead.

"Where's the baby?" he asked. His hair had grown out a little, making him look a little older. He had on his sheriff's hat and she took it off of him so she could ruffle his hair. "Ugh, Aunt Brooke." He groaned.

"Hey, be nice to me." She warned playfully. "I just had your cousin." She motioned over to Rick and he walked over to him. He smiled when he saw Dean.

"Can I hold him?" he asked.

"I don't see why not." She replied. "Have you been a good big brother?"

"You bet, I've even changed her diaper." He replied with a smug look.

"Oh, look out Rick." Brooke said. "I think Carl's becoming the man of the house." Rick chuckled at his son but Carl was too intrigued in the small boy. They had to leave and she held her son so she could breast feed him again. She fixed herself so that she was covered and tried to burp Dean. She felt him relax and she cradled him.

"Hey darlin'." Daryl said and he kissed her then kissed Dean's forehead who grunted when he did so. She smiled and he chuckled.

"Hey sugar tits." Merle said.

"Hey, watch your mouth." Daryl warned. "I don't want my son's first words to be sugar tits." Brooke and Merle snorted in laughter but Daryl was serious.

"I'm sorry!" she laughed. "I'm just imagining it." Daryl sniffed in laughter at the thought.

"Fine." Merle sighed and Becky walked in behind him with Meghan.

"Oh my gosh! Let me see him!" Becky enthused and walked over to Brooke. "Oh my gosh! He's so adorable! Hi there Dean!" Dean whined a little and cuddled more into Brooke. Becky looked up at Brooke with a pouting face and Brooke tried to stifle her laughter. "He hates me."

"He does not hate you Becky." Daryl rolled his eyes. Brooke handed Dean over to Becky but he started to cry. Becky handed him back to Brooke and he stopped crying. Merle walked over and held Dean and he didn't make a peep.

"Lemme try somethin'." Merle said. He edged closer to Becky and Dean started to cry again. He walked away and Dean stopped again. Merle laughed and so did the rest except for Meghan who was pouting.

"Daddy, you ain't gotta hold him. You're my Daddy remember?" she asked and Merle rolled his eyes. He gave the Dean back to Brooke and picked up Meghan.

"Yes of course Meghan." He said and blew raspberries into her neck. She laughed and Brooke and Daryl couldn't help but think how weird it looked. It still took some getting used to. "You're gonna have to learn to share though."

"You weren't very good at that yourself." Daryl said.

"Wait wait wait! Hold up!" Brooke said. "Why does she have to learn how to share?"

"Oh come on, all kids have to share." Becky said and Brooke cocked up an eyebrow.

"Alright." She sang and Becky lightly smacked her shoulder.

"How are you two?" Becky asked.

"Tired." They replied.

"Yeah, get ready for some restless nights." Becky said and Brooke groaned.

"I know I've been dreading that part." Brooke said.

"Can I hold Dean now?" Merle asked Meghan.

"Fine." She pouted and Merle smirked. He set her down and held Dean.

A couple of days later:

"Alright, is the car seat all set up?" Brooke asked Daryl. She was holding a bundled up Dean in her arms.

"Yep, all set up." He replied. "You ready to go home?" he asked Dean who just kicked a little. Brooke giggled at her boys and she set him up in the car seat. She was excited to go back home and put Dean in his crib for the first time with the stuffed Pooh Bear she had made. She had made it very well in fact with the help of Carol. The rest of the group had come to visit them in the hospital, Lori included. Brooke still disliked Lori beyond belief but she was Rick's wife and he loved her, 'For some odd reason' she always thought. She would tolerate her and Lori would do the same. She got into the car herself and Daryl got into the driver's seat. They drove to their house and Daryl opened the door for Brooke and Dean.

"This is your home." Brooke told Dean in a small voice. "Daddy's been talking about building you a tree house for when you're older." She turned to face Daryl. "Can I help you out with that? I've built tree houses before like the one in my backyard. I built that one with Dad."

"I would love for you to help me." Daryl said. Dean whined a little and it had been two hours since he was last fed. "Stop your whinin', Dixon's don't whine." He snapped playfully.

"I'll go to his room and feed him." Brooke laughed and they walked up the stairs. She sat down in the rocking chair and unbuttoned her shirt. Dean latched on again and pulled. She winced and pulled him back towards her breast. Daryl chuckled at his son and she gave him a mock angry look. "Don't laugh, it hurts like hell."

"I'm sorry." He chuckled.

"You try someone pulling and sucking on your nipple. It's not that fun." She replied with a half smirk and he gave her a suggestive grin. "Not that way!" she giggled. Dean's eyes closed and his eyes fluttered a little. She moved Dean to burp him and she felt him go limp in her arms after a few pats on the back. She pulled him back around so he would rest in her arms. He was asleep but she wanted to wait until she was sure he would stay asleep. He sighed in his sleep and snuggled more into Brooke. She smirked at him as Daryl leaned against the doorway and smiled.

"You think he's ready?" Daryl asked.

"Let's hope so." She replied and stood up slowly. She walked over to the crib and laid him down. He was lying on his back and he was thankfully asleep. Brooke crept away and Daryl moved out of the doorway so she could walk out. Daryl wrapped his arms around her waist and lightly kissed her neck.

"Why don't you try and go to sleep." Daryl suggested. "I know you're tired."

"Are you gonna try and go to sleep?" she asked.

"I may, I might just try and stay up so you can sleep and I can take care of him." He said. She turned around and tip toed a little so she could kiss him.

"Alright then." She said against his mouth. He gave her another quick kiss.

"Goodnight." He smirked and she chuckled.

"Goodnight." She replied and walked into their bedroom. Daryl walked back into Dean's room and saw his son sleeping peacefully. He squirmed a little and sighed as he slept with his mouth open. Daryl smirked at his son and went to go pick out the next blanket that he wanted Dean to use.