'You cant eat coco pops for dinner,' Carol watched from the couch with Sophia as Daryl made himself something to eat. He had slept most of the day away just woken now to shower and eat, he had a towel wrapped around him and he glanced over at her.

'I'm not just having coco pops, I'm gona have a bacon sandwich too,' he told her pulling out the fry pan then stopping to shove coco pops in his mouth.

'Do you want me to cook your bacon?' The words come out of her mouth before she could stop them, he didn't expect her to do anything for him especially if she was caring for Sophia. He gave her that look he gave her sometimes, the look that said don't you even think about it, and shook his head.

'Don't you think you should put clothes on before cooking bacon?' Carol suggested.

'Nah,'

'Ok then,' Carol leaned back with Sophia pretending she wasn't watching him but watching tv instead. Pretending she wasn't laughing when the bacon started spitting at him.

'Fuck!' Daryl spat out from the kitchen.

'What was that?' Carol asked him trying not to laugh, she moved around putting sleepy Sophia into her bed. Daryl was jumping back from the bacon pretending he wasn't.

'Nothing, she asleep?' Daryl nodded towards the bed.

'Nearly, I'm ready, I'm going to shower then go to bed and read for a bit,' Carol told him as he did a half naked dance around the spitting bacon. He nodded and moved to butter some bread. She was tired, tired from being up worried about him. His eye was pretty bad the most he would do was put a cold cloth on it, insisting it was fine.

'I'm going to eat then I will come,' he looked up after he said it and winked.

'Daryl, thats gross,' Carol told him walking out towards the bathroom. She was tired, hardly any sleep, Sophia hadn't slept much today and she couldn't wait till her head hit the pillow. It would be bliss.

The bathroom door opened and Daryl walked in to look at himself in the mirror, he looked at his chest there were marks from where the bacon had got him. He had a bacon sandwich in one hand and touching his chest with the other. He started pulling out the drawers in the bathroom looking at things pulling stuff out to check what it was.

'Do we have any burn cream?' He asked Carol.

'I don't know, there is a fully stocked first aid kit there,' Carol told him. 'Maybe you should have put a shirt on is it bad?'

'Not too bad, but there is about 5 wee burns here,' Daryl finally admitted.

'Daryl if there isn't any cream, look at Soph's diaper cream, there might be something with soothing stuff, and or antibiotic cream.' Carol told him from inside the shower. Carol wasn't surprised he was looking for burn cream, everyone knew bacon was deadly when it attacked.

'You want me to rub her bum cream on my chest?' Daryl muttered from outside the shower door, a hand come through holding a tube to show her if thats the one he should use. Carol was surprised, he had no boundaries of personal space. She took the tube and read the back.

'What else is there, or is that the only one? Hang on give me a minute,' Carol rinsed her hair, turning the shower off. A towel was passed through the door. She looked at his chest, it was starting to blister. 'Daryl, put a cold cloth on it.'

'Its not that bad,' He muttered.

Carol run a bath cloth of Sophia's under running cold water then held it to his chest. 'So is the bacon sandwich worth it?'

'Yes, I've got a little bit of bacon left so I'm going to make another,' He shoved the rest of his sandwich in his mouth looking down at her holding the cloth to his chest, she rolled it over to put the colder side against it.

'It better?'

'Mmmmmm its ok, is it bad?' He asked her. She took off the cloth, shook her head.

'I think you will live,' She leaned up giving him a peck on the mouth. She looked through the first aid kit there was nothing there, so she dug through Sophia's cream's to see which was the best one to have. She tugged her towel around herself closer, this was so weird for her doing stuff like this with Daryl, he had no shame with being there sharing the bathroom. Carol never had this kind of relationship with a male ever.

She rubbed a little cream on him, she wanted to tell him it was his own fault he got burnt for cooking half naked.

'I know, don't say it,' Daryl looked at her.

'Say what?'

'Don't cook naked,' Daryl leaned down to kiss her.

'Just don't cook bacon naked,' Carol told him. He shook his head, patted her butt and wandered off to the kitchen to make another sandwich.

Carol dried off and wondered if she should go through the pretense of actually putting on something to sleep in, in the end she pulled on a pair of sexy panties and a singlet top and climbed under the covers. Daryl come in sporting another sandwich and a glass of juice putting them on the side table climbing into bed beside her eating his sandwich.

'I'm still hungry,' He told her.

'Well there's some fruit or something,' she told him.

'I don't wana eat fruit,' he told her putting his sandwich down on the bedside table pulling her to him kissing her, his hands were on her, she was in no doubt of what he wanted to eat.