Chapter Eighteen
Daryl's POV
A few days later Summer and I moved out of the house and back into our tent. I was lying on the cot while Summer was sitting on the floor playing with Harry when Andrea walked in. She was holding a book and began to apologize for shooting me.
"You were protecting the camp. We're good," I told her and she went to leave.
As she was walking out of our tent I could see Summer glaring at her. She was never going to let Andrea live down the fact that she shot at me. Summer wasn't usually one to stay mad at someone but when it came to someone doing something to me, she would hold a grudge for a life time.
"But hey," I said and Andrea turned around, "shoot me again, you best pray I'm dead."
Andrea nodded and exited the tent. We sat there for a little while just talking. I was mostly trying to calm Summer down because I knew she was just going to be furious all day just from Andrea coming to try and apologize. Eventually Shane came by the tent and asked Summer to help out with gun training. She agreed to help out and left the baby with me for the day, which I was more than grateful for. I wanted to spend some quality time with my son. I spent the day trying to help out around the camp all while carrying Harry around but that proved to be useless so instead I just hung around in one of the folding chairs by our fire and played with Harry. It felt like years before Summer came back.
"How was gun training?" I asked while feeding Harry.
"It was good, strange," she said with a laugh sitting next to me.
"Strange?" I asked.
"I've always been used to being taught, not doing the teaching," she said.
"Well, you were a good student, so I guess that could make you a good teacher," I said putting the finished bottle down and going to burp Harry.
"You're so good with him," she said, "I would have never thought when I met you in that bar that day that you would be such a great dad."
"I was a different person then," I said, "and to be fair I didn't think when I met you that day that the world would have gone to shit either."
"Fair enough," she said with a laugh.
I rocked Harry to sleep and handed him over to Summer.
"We need to figure out some kind of crib situation for him," I said as we walked back over to our tent.
"I'll ask Hershel if he has a basket or something that we can put some blankets in," she replied.
"Good idea," I said and she handed Harry back to me and walked over to the house.