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It had been a few months since he left, his Uncle Jess was not bad at all a little rough around the edges but still a good guy. His father and I, well we have never spoken, and I was fine with that. Maggie was now on her last leg, in fact, she was in the hospital, we have here waiting to have Rae. I had a rounder abdomen now, it was very noticeable I was with child, and Daryl's Uncle knew it was Daryl's child.
I had Carl and Enid, Tara, and Rosita whenever she was here. She was on the Farm helping to produce more cattle and food supplies, same with the Ranch. I had friends and family all around me, but I was alone, none knew how devastated I was. He left after I thought he was going to stay and us settle down. He just wasn't the type.
"Cameron." Dr. Banner's voice dragged me from my wandering thoughts.
The Vice President and a few others all staring at me. "Yeah, pregnancy brain, it is real fellas. But as I was saying, while reconstructing society is ideal there are still problems with the aftermath because group leaders still love the idea of being in power and will do anything to stay in power. Another problem is if there are enough people in the world to repopulate the planet and if there isn't then humanity will be extinct within the year or the next year, the final problem is how survivors can live with each other. Some survivors may have resorted to cannibalism to stay alive so they'd think that they are at a point where society can never be normal anymore not only that but hostile survivors may still act like violence is the solution to every problem so there is a problem with morals and ethics. We seem to be making headway on all issues, due to the outbreak not having gone on for years, the damage is reversible, I have issued a few orders to put to sleep ones we will not be able to rehabilitate." I took another breath, Jesus and I came to that decision together, it was not something we liked but had to be done.
I continued, "If the government of a nation acts quickly enough and manages to pull together to protect its citizens during the outbreak, it is likely that society will not change much in the aftermath. Which has been our blessing, large areas called safe zones or refugee camps will house survivors until the military can clear dangerous areas. However, this kind of scenario enables the government and military to have extraordinary power; the same power that leads us to the outbreak. This can lead to extreme oppression. It can also cause safe zones to be left unprotected, allowing bandits to harass the citizens and/or take control. Which I have been subjected to, now in this new Government changes need to be made, for the good of your people. I and a few other leaders have gone over these and agree." my hand was pale as I slid the red binder over to our Vice President who smiled, it was a blessing to them we agreed to the changes they wanted to make.
Vice President Biden spoke. "Thank you, Cami. Jill and I are sorry for your loss." he was just sweet like my own Grandfather was.
Jesus and I walked from the late afternoon meeting, I was very tired already trying to just keep myself busy since it made it easier to not miss him, even after months have gone by. "You have an appointment, come on." I did, his voice low and kind as we walked to the elevator.
I was now twenty-eight weeks along, half done with the pregnancy and it made me miss and hate him even more. "What if the outbreak is not gone, what if it happens once again?" he questioned in a hushed tone.
I snorted, "Then Daryl will come back."
But I think we beat this, but it was a fear of anyone's here, what if?
"Have we gotten the sheets for survivors yet? We have to calculate the repopulation percentage."
"Should have them by the morning." it was Dee, she was my assistant, which was good. She was good at it and kept me updated on pretty much anything I was already involved in and some I wasn't privy too. Jesus was going to be in the birthing room with my family in the waiting area. Rick, well he was happy about a grandchild, Michonne was worried about me, Carl and Enid are overzealous in helping me in any way as they do a year of school as a basis to what they have missed. Duane fit right in with them, the three of them like peas in a pod as a few others their age moved into the sector we lived in.
I yawned, "Have them on my desk in the morning if they're ready, that will be a daily process."
"Yes ma'am." with a wave she was heading towards my office and her own desk, after this I was clocking out and going home for the day.
Jesus mused, "It will take a few hours to even calculate, then we will have to do a data wide spreadsheet. But that crap is for tomorrow, today we get to see the baby. Tara and Cyndie came back and no trace of him, but if he wanted to be found he would be, we could ask his Uncle Jess maybe tracking runs in the family, like a pack of bloodhounds." his tone of voice was gravelly like Daryl's low and rough.
His hand in mine, but he was dating Aaron and they have Gracie from the Sanctuary, this was pure friendship, a friendship of the best kind. "I never thought they'd find him but as my friends it meant so much that they tried, Tara is doing well as a teacher, in her element. I think we're going to get Enid in here with us, Carl thinks the force is for him and I agreed, it is in his blood." now my tone of voice seemed very as I was told by Uncle Jess and Jesus, smoky. I never knew a voice could be smoky, Jesus said it was sexually attractive in a slightly mysterious way.
Denise was waiting when we walked up, "Come on in, my last of the day." she was one of many who took to the change well, I figured if Jessie and her two brats lived they would be doing very well here.
"I feel ready to burst am I supposed to be so large?" she gave me a look as Dr. Harris walked in with a large smile.
He chimed in, "We will check the measurements, don't fret it is bad for the baby."
I found myself laying on the reclined ultrasound table as Denise squirted blue gel over my round belly, it was hard, but you could see the baby moving as Jesus traced shapes onto my belly. "Baby likes you." Denise smiled but it wasn't filled with her normal cheeriness. She thought of Daryl like a brother, and he was taking her under his wing but now we are abandoned. I knew if I wasn't having his child maybe then I wouldn't be so angry but here I was so hurt, sad, lonely, and so very angry.
"Now look at this, do you want to know the sex?" oh god, this was so sudden. I want to yes, but should I?
Jesus was watching me with a single nod he spoke, "Yes please, Denise." the baby was moving so much but I could see a small nose, hands waving, legs kicking the shit out of me, so perfect.
Her eyes are misty as she spoke again, "Little Daryl." it was a boy.
"A boy?"
"A boy." she smiled, I was going to be my mama with a horde of boys' running loose on the world. But my brothers all joined our Military and were great brothers, so guess it wouldn't be so bad but here I am getting ahead of myself.
I was alone, now.
