'You're joking?' Daryl leaned back on his chair he looked stunned, he looked beat too, they been working all day fixing up the house. Ollie was sound asleep and they were sitting at their table in the big old farm kitchen. They had pulled the baby monitor out of Sophia's stuff to put in Ollie's room because he seemed so far away upstairs and they could hear him from downstairs if he needed him.

Carol beamed and nodded at him, 'not joking, its pretty soon right?'

'So soon,' Daryl felt like he was going to choke on his chicken as Carol dropped the bomb shell on him. She wanted to make it special, she also didn't want anyone else to know yet because it was still only early days. 'Should you be unpacking those boxes?'

'I'm not made of glass,'

'You know what I mean,'

'Daryl hate to burst your bubble but I haven't lifted anything heaver than this glass since we started moving, apart from Ollie, but then I've been sitting down,'

'So you just pretended to help move?'

'I moved some stuff but ... I might have moved a little less than you,' Carol looked him in the eye and blushed a little, 'I carried my purse upstairs, and my makeup bag,'

'Wow, are you ok? Need me to rub your shoulders?'

'Hmm maybe, I need a bath though,' she told him.

'Only bath is in the apartment,'

'Its a big bath, really big, I'm sure we could both fit in it,'

'I don't do bath's, bath's are for chicks,'

'Chicks?'

'Women then,'

'You think guys don't take baths? Guys take bath's,'

'Bullshit,'

'Daryl they do,' Carol took another bite of her chicken, moving it around her plate eating some more food. 'I got some bubble bath and salts in the shopping,'

'I don't...' he looked at her wondering why the hell he was arguing with her about getting wet and naked in the bath. In their new house, 'Righto then... we gonna lock up then?'

He busied himself locking up the house and then they checked Ollie to make sure he was dead asleep. Carol wondered if they should get baby gates. She asked Daryl and he shook his head, told her they would just be a pain in the arse having to climb over them and open them up. Ollie had been running up and down the stairs all day. He told her that they would think about it once Phoebe started walking or something. Make it so they wouldn't tumble down when they were walking.

Carol was surprised he was thinking about his niece so easily. Carol knew it been tough getting to the stage where he was at to say her name without even thinking about it like most uncles would talk about their nieces and nephews. Big changes had come for Daryl in the past month. Carol went to find towels and the bath things, Daryl followed her though to the apartment to check out the bath, they left all the doors open and took the baby monitor with them.

Daryl watched as she set about running a bath for them, indicating he should strip. She kicked off her shoes and pushed her pants down over her hips, he caught sight of the tattoo that was on her stomach, he pulled his shirt off and they both had the same name on their bodies. He held her hand as she stepped over into the bath, whomever had decided to put the bath in the apartment had decided to do so on a grand scale, a huge deep bath big enough for everyone. He stood their looking awkward, he still had his pants on.

'You have to take them off,'

'I am,'

'No you're just standing there,'

Daryl dropped his pants and stepped over the side of the bath. Carol moved around until she was sitting between his legs, she leaned back onto his chest, his arms wrapped around her glossing over her stomach. He looked around the room he was wrigging around and he felt a little uncomfortable, water was going everywhere. He was getting turned on Carol could feel it pressing up against her back.

'See its relaxing,'

'Not really we just sitting around in our filth and sweat,' he mumbled. 'All the stuff on our skin floating around,'

'Daryl,'

'Its just gross, I don't like it,' he was tapping his foot and sending little waves up the bath. 'How can you stand it, at least in the lake you ain't sitting in your own waste water,'

'Ok, Daryl I thought this was going to be romantic, you can get out, take a shower and then I might just forgive you for wrecking my romantic moment with you,' Carol was annoyed he ruined her bath, she thought they could have a nice time together but it wasn't the case. Daryl pulled himself up and moved to the shower knowing he better shut up before Carol growled at him again.

'I'ma sorry,' he told her standing there dripping naked, he turned his back and went into the shower to wash himself.

Carol pulled the plug on the bath and followed him into the shower. Carol held her hand out so he could help her get out safely and she joined him in the shower. It was a quick affair because she was still mad at him, she was going to have a big tub in their eusuite and there was nothing he could do about it. He wasn't going to ruin her bath experience on a nightly occasion, he already put her off any romance that might have happened that evening. She couldn't be convinced by Daryl mainly because she was so tired from the move and Daryl's comments had made her feel like vomiting.