A/N: I'm not entirely happy with how this chapter turned out or that it seems to be more of a filler chapter than anything else but here it is.

For everyone that's confused by this story, I promise everything will be explained.

Also, it may be a few days before I update this again.

Wrong About You

Chapter 6

Beth-

Maggie and I haven't really had many chances to talk since we moved into the prison so I was a little excited that she said we'd be spendin' the day together to catch up.

She asked me to meet her in the library so we'd be able to talk alone like we used to.

I had so much I wanted to talk to her about.

"Hey, Bethie!" She smiled and hugged me like we haven't seen each other in a long time.

We talked about everythin' we missed about our lives before the turn and our relationships with Glenn and Daryl.

Maggie was a little too happy to talk about her and Glenn.

"Why are you so happy?" I finally asked.

"I'm pregnant. Well, I think I might be pregnant," she said.

"What? Seriously?"

"Yeah. Glenn wants a baby."

"What about you?"

"I think it's the wrong time but I know there will never be a right time for it so if it happens, it happens."

"Are you sure you're pregnant?"

"No, I'm not sure. I'm gonna get some tests when we go on a run but I've missed two periods so, I might be."

"Missing your period doesn't necessarily mean you're pregnant. It could be anythin', Maggie."

"I know but wouldn't you be scared if you missed yours?"

When I didn't answer, she cocked her head to the side and stared at me. "Bethie, how many have you missed?"

I shrugged, "I'm not sure."

The way she looked at me scared me. I couldn't be pregnant, could I? What if I was?

My mind went into overdrive and I jumped up and headed towards the door when she stopped me.

"Bethie, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

No! Of course I'm not alright!

I've only had sex with Daryl three times since he's been back and before he left, it had been a month since we'd had sex.

I hurried to my cell and pulled out the calendar I was keepin'.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I kept tryin' to figure up the dates. If I am pregnant, I know the baby wouldn't be Daryl's. It would be Rick's. Shit!

I mean, it could be Daryl's but the time isn't right. If I am, it had to have happened before Daryl got back.

I was beginning to hyperventilate.

I have no one to blame but myself. It sure as hell isn't Daryl's fault and I can't blame it on Rick, not that I would. I should have stopped it. I should have ended things before they even started.

"Bethie?"

I looked up to see daddy standin' in the doorway.

"Bethie, are you alright?"

I gave a slight nod, "Yes sir."

"Why are you in here cryin' then?"

I shrugged, "I just needed to cry."

Daddy didn't look convinced but he left me alone.

Oh my God! Daddy. What was daddy gonna say? What would he do?

"Damn it, Beth! Don't freak out until you know for sure!" I told myself.

I wiped my eyes and decided I'd ask Maggie to get me a test when she got hers.

Maggie had agreed to get me a test and she reluctantly agreed not to mention anythin' to Daryl about it while they were on the run.

I couldn't do anythin' now but wait for them to get back and I wasn't very good at that.

When they got back later that evening, Maggie handed me a large bag.

"I got you more than one test. Just in case you need them," she said with a smile.

I hurried to my cell and busted into tears as I pulled a pregnancy test out of my bag.

Daryl wanted to get me pregnant but there was a chance I already was. Even worse than that, I didn't know who the father would be if the test was positive.

I dried my eyes and made my way to the bathroom with the test wrapped up in my clean clothes.

I was too impatient to just sit there and wait the three minutes so I took a shower.

Before I picked up the stick, I read the box again. I took a deep breath and prayed to God before I looked at it.

I gathered up my things and headed back to the cell block.

I had just turned the first corner after leavin' the bathroom when I ran into someone. Thinkin' it was a walker, I threw my things to the ground and pulled out my knife.

"Whoa, Bethie. It's just me," Maggie said.

For some reason, I didn't lower my knife even after seein' it was her.

She kneeled down and started gathering my stuff up.

I gasped and dropped my knife when I remembered the pregnancy test but it was too late.

"Are you pregnant?"

"No!" I ripped the test out of her hand. "I'm not pregnant."

She reached for the test but I moved away.

"Bethie, let me see the test."

"No. I'm not pregnant, Maggie."

"I'm glad you're not. I'd have to kill Daryl if you were," she joked.

"Well, he wants us to have a baby."

Maggie squealed but stopped when I didn't join her.

"Beth, you and Daryl would be wonderful parents...and I'd love a niece or nephew."

I leaned back against the wall and started cryin'.

"Bethie, sweetie, just because this test is negative doesn't mean you won't get pregnant."

I wiped my face, "What about you? Are you pregnant?"

"No," was her only response.

I didn't really want to talk to her anymore so I told her I was goin' to help Carol with Judith.

It wasn't a lie, I had to put my things away and try to calm down before I went to get her.

I didn't want anyone askin' questions about why I was cryin'.

As I rocked Judith, I started thinkin' about all the things I needed to do.

At the top of the list was tellin' Daryl the truth. He needed to know and I was gonna tell him. Even if that meant Rick wasn't there.

I need to tell them both that I'm pregnant but I'm not sure how to do that. Should I tell them together or individually?

Then there was the group. I'd eventually have to tell them everythin' and that included what I had done. But I wanted to talk to daddy about everythin' first. He, like Daryl and Rick, deserved to find out from me, not someone else.

But for now, I need to keep this to myself while I try to figure out who the father could be.

I pray to God it's Daryl's.