Thank you all for reading, reviewing, favoriting and following. Jameson and Daryl were my first OC pairing and have become like family. If you enjoyed them and haven't read Backroads, check it out. Same characters different worlds.

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They drove to the new prison Johnnie was transferred to, the place taking the overflow of prisoners exhibiting good behavior. It was a minimum security facility which meant when they visited they could sit like a family without the security glass. It would be the first time Jameson would be able to hug her brother in seven years.

She chewed her lip while bouncing her leg, her big eyes jumping around the room as other families waited for their incarcerated family members. Daryl sat calmly next her, his leg bouncing but for other reasons. The toddler was antsy, his newly found ability to wander making him desperate for freedom from his father's lap. His dark hair much like his dad's and his eyes the same shade of green as his mother's. The boy was a surprise to the couple but hadn't ever been a burden, rather a gift. They named him Henry Johnathon Dixon, his middle name after his uncle and had taken to calling him Hank.

"C'mon wildman. You're as antsy as ya mama." Daryl joked, shifting Henry from one leg to the other, his free hand cupping Jameson's cheek. "Gotta calm down darlin'."

The door opened and Johnnie was led in, his hands free of shackles. He smiled widely at the trio, both standing as he approached. Jameson looked at the guards as if asking permission but Johnnie was the one to reply, "its aright Jamesie."

Without hesitating she stepped forward into her big brother's chest, her arms winding around him tightly. He could tell she was crying, Johnnie's hand cupping her head to his chest as he whispered into her ear. Daryl's eyes prickled at the sight of his wife finally getting to hug her brother, he looked down at his son to give them privacy.

"Good to see you guys." Johnnie commented, over Jameson's shoulder, his eyes glued to the baby. He'd seen pictures and viewed him through the thick glass once but he'd never held his nephew.

"You too man. Wanna hold 'im?" Daryl asked, as Jameson pulled back, wiping her eyes shyly. Johnnie nodded, shifting to stand near Daryl. Henry was passed to his uncle, the kid looking at him with wide curious eyes. For a moment Daryl thought he was going to have a meltdown but instead he reached out and grabbed his big beard with a high pitched squeal. Chuckling Johnnie muttered, "take it easy there kid. It's attached."

The group sat down, Johnnie with Henry on his lap as they talked about the transfer and what he'd been up to since the change. He'd finished his college degree and had begun working with other inmates on their appeals. Johnnie wanted to get an additional degree to work as a counselor for felons, the man inspired by the man who'd gotten him on the right path.

"So how's everything else? The bakery and shop?" Her brother asked, handing Henry to Jameson as he became ornery.

"Well we've decided to open another location." Jameson spoke with a slight grin, as Henry played with her necklace, "over in Fairfield, near the college campus. It'll focus on mainly cupcakes, cookies and stuff."

"Thats awesome James." Johnnie reached forward grabbing her hand, their fingers curled around each other. His eyes moving to Daryl, "the shop? You finally get to start making 'em man?"

Holding back a grin, Daryl nodded once. "Yeah. Yeah we got the materials from Atlanta. Merle's gonna get some welding equipment from his friend in Park city. This weekend we're hitting a car auction for parts and frames."

"Good man. Then ya can sell custom bikes to rich dudes and shit." Johnnie said with a smile, "make them big bucks."

Daryl snorted and shook his head, "nah. Won't be all fancy and shit."

"Still, handcrafted costs more." His brother in law spoke with an eyebrow raised, "don't sell yourself short man. Jameson showed me some sketches."

Feeling his neck heat he glanced at Jameson who smirked, shrugging a shoulder. "What? I was proud of you." She commented with a smile.

The rest of the visit went too quickly and soon Johnnie needed to head back to his living quarters. Jameson hugged him tightly for a minute while her bother spoke into her ear softly, both rocking back and forth. Daryl stood holding their son on his hip, the little boy gabbing while mouthing his dad's leather vest. Johnnie pulled back and then put his hand out to Daryl, shaking it for the first time. Without a second thought he reeled him in for a manly hug, roughly patting him on the back as Henry babbled in between. "Thanks for taking care of her for me brother." Johnnie rasped, pulling back to pet Henry's fuzzy head. "For taking care of both of them."

"Ain't a chore man." Daryl drawled, bobbing his head. "Jus' lucky to have 'em."

The drive home was much shorter, Jameson sitting in the front singing along to the radio as their son mumbled, his feet kicking out to the beat of the music. Jameson laughed as Henry squealed along with her.

"So. It was nice, yeah?" Daryl asked, his hand holding the steering wheel lazily as his other stretched out to hold hers. Squeezing it she peered over at him, "it was nice." Her voice was choked up slightly but she smiled through her tears. "It was really nice."

Nodding, Daryl pulled her hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles softly. "How 'bout we stop at the bakery and get some snacks. Take a drive."

Bobbing her head she pulled his calloused hand to her mouth, kissing his much like he did to hers before murmuring, "yeah. That sounds nice."

After picking up some sweets and checking in with the staff, the trio headed up the curving mountain roads. The leaves were falling again, the red and yellow foliage fluttering in the air as their truck toured the winding forest roads. Jameson leaned her head back, her eyes on the napping infant in the backseat. She hadn't ever thought about being a mom but when they found out, she hadn't regretted it. Henry was the apple of his father's eye and a complete mama's boy. He was going to be a handful but both couldn't be happier to be parents.

"Was thinkin'." Daryl started, looking over at Jameson as she turned her attention to him. "When Hanks a little older, I'll start takin' him out. Teach him about the woods."

"Wouldn't hurt to get him aware of it." She agreed, "with it being in the backyard it would be good for him to know in case he ever wanders."

Nodding, Daryl chewed his lip thoughtfully. "It's what I was thinkin'. Have him know how to get home and stay outta trouble."

Jameson smiled and teased, "you just want him to be a little redneck."

Chuckling Daryl smiled crookedly, "wouldn't hurt to have a little help huntin'. Boy could go fetch my game."

Snorting Jameson muttered, "he's not a damn blood hound Dare."

Daryl grinned wider and rolled a shoulder, "nothin' wrong with him helpin' his daddy get dinner."

"Well no playing fetch." Jameson instructed halfway serious, "we can get ya a hunting dog if you want."

Cocking an eyebrow Daryl hummed in return, as if the idea hadn't occurred to him. Jameson smiled softly, "look into it. A family dog might be good for Hank too. Could learn to take care of somethin'."

"Aright." Daryl rasped, pulling the truck over to the small outcrop leading to their favorite spot. He parked the truck and turned in his seat to look at the kid waking up from his nap. Jameson watched him smile in a way he only did while looking at his son, a softness smoothing out the worry lines.

"Ready?" He asked, turning his attention back to her, his smile still present and sweet.

Sitting on the bench with Henry in between them, the boy munched on a sugar cookie, content sounds mumbled around the treat. The town was settling in for fall, the homes expelling fragrant fireplace smoke. The scene was nothing special, a cluster of homes in the mountains but it was their home. It had become something more than a place to live, it was where they met and became a family. Each memory made, when not always pleasant, still their own. They'd been through trials and tribulations but stuck together, made it through the bad to enjoy the good. Jameson had never been happy growing up, her childhood filled with pain and loneliness. She'd never had much other than her brother and once he was gone she had even less. Now she had more than she'd ever dreamed she could and it all began with the man lounging next to her.

Daryl stretched his arm across the back of their favorite bench, his hand resting on the back of Jameson's neck, his thumb brushing across the soft skin. "Been a good day?" He asked, after finishing his dessert, blue eyes meeting emerald green. Jameson leaned her temple against his shoulder, kissing her son's head before looking up at Daryl.

"Yeah. It's been a real good day."

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