One month later

Kneeling behind her, soothingly rubbing her back with one hand and holding her hair with the other, Daryl winced every single time Bay's lithe body heaved forcefully, as she vomited into the toilet. "Fuck, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm so sorry." Whenever he witnessed her bouts of morning sickness, he always apologized profusely for doing this to her. He hated seeing her suffer, even if it was for a good cause.

Bay lowered the lid, then reached up to flush before she rested her head on the cool toilet lid. "Ugh... I hate throwing up... Good God, I'm so tired. I've never been this tired my entire life. This baby is giving me narcolepsy or something, I swear." she groaned quietly with closed eyes.

"Nah..." Daryl laughed a little. "Your body's workin' a miracle, baby girl... Ain't that what the lady doctor said? It's true... and it takes a lotta work. She said it's gonna get better in a week or two."

"A week or two never seemed so long." Bay sighed and scrunched up her nose at the smell of her own breath that hit her nostrils.

"Pfff, try seein' your girlfriend in a coma for a week. Longest fucking week of my life."

"You're telling me... Was even longer for me."

"Right. Still can't imagine." Daryl murmured absently as he helped Bay get up. She desperately wanted to brush her teeth. She made her face and prodded at her cheeks with her fingers, when she saw her pale reflection in the mirror.

"Good Lord, how do you even want to kiss me these days? I look like death on legs."

"You're beautiful." Daryl smiled and handed her the toothbrush.

"I love you." Bay managed a little smile. "I'm so sorry I woke you up again."

"Don't matter."

"It does. You have work... and I can go back to sleep. Thank God for that."

"Ya know, getting' knocked up when ya did was probably the best thing for ya." Daryl chuckled as he rested his hands on her abdomen, and watched her brush her teeth in the mirror.

"Why's that?"

"It's makin' ya rest just as much as you're s'pposed to anyway."

"You might not be entirely wrong. Usually I would have gone out of my mind by now with not being able to work, but with the sickness and fatigue, I'm so grateful to be able to take a nap whenever I want to." Bay was talking around a mouthful of minty foam from the toothpaste, before she finally rinsed and spit. "Gonna have to go back soon, though. We need the second income... and the third."

"Once ya feel better, we're gonna have to figure some things out... with your jobs and the apartment and stuff... Can't work two jobs no more, Bay. You shouldn't."

"I know." Bay nodded and started yawning. "I still hope the doctor I'm seeing this afternoon will clear me for work."

"We'll see. Come on, then. Sleep some more." Daryl guided her back to the sofa bed and laid down with her. Once Bay was resting comfortably on her back, Daryl's hand immediately traveled to her abdomen. "Still no belly..." he sighed. He couldn't wait for her to start showing, so he constantly felt up her belly, trying to detect if there had been any growth over night. Bay had gained some weight by now, her waist had thickened up a bit, so her jeans really weren't very comfortable anymore, but no bump yet. Daryl's hand slipped a little lower and his fingers gently pressed down, feeling around a little, until he gasped. "There!"

"Push down in that spot again and we're gonna have ourselves a problem. That's my bladder. I forgot to pee." Bay stated matter-of-factly, making Daryl's hope deflate again.

"Oh..."

"Relax, my love. You're gonna see it on the ultrasound tonight. God, so much to do today and all I wanna do is avoid getting up."

"Go and pee,... then you can avoid getting up for another couple of hours." Daryl kissed her cheek with a chuckle, and softly pushed her to roll over and sit up. He watched her with his baby blue eyes, which were twinkling with love and happiness. He was so in love with her, he felt like he might burst any day now.

He waited until Bay returned from the bathroom, then he tucked her back in and cradled her small form in his strong, protective arms, before he let himself drift off to sleep for a little longer.

"Is it normal that she still ain't got no belly yet?" Daryl asked during Bay's check-up at night, making the doctor smirk with amusement.

"It's still early, and like I told you before, Daryl, it's different for everybody. Some women barely show at all during the entire pregnancy, while others pop pretty early on. Be happy for Bayanne, if she doesn't start showing too soon. A big belly is heavy and uncomfortable, and you won't be able to help her with lugging it all around for half a year."

"Is it really that bad?" Bay asked the older woman. She had never been around any pregnant women, and she had never really thought much about what pregnancy would be like, so she really had no idea what to expect.

"You want the sugar-coated version or the truth?"

"Truth, please."

"Even if you breeze through your pregnancy with no major issues or complications, there will come a time, mostly when you're about 7-8 months along, when everything will start to suck. Your belly will get bigger and bigger and the weight is really gonna start to press down on your entire pelvis. You'll feel it in your lower back and even in your thighs. Your breasts will get bigger, maybe even a lot bigger, so that will make your upper back hurt. Walking around will get uncomfortable, but sitting and laying down will be even more uncomfortable, because the weight and pressure will put a strain on your bones. Not to mention the baby moving around and kicking. You will barely be able to sleep anymore, because everything will hurt and ache, and you will probably be pretty pissed off at everything all the time... but that's still a couple of months away, so enjoy being pregnant for as long as you can."

"Hm... I worked at the carpet mill for quite some time... I can deal with pain and discomfort." Bay shrugged, but Daryl swallowed hard. Just like Bay, he didn't have the slightest clue about pregnancies, but he had imagined that it was a real nice time, once that morning sickness and fatigue was gone. The picture that the doctor had just painted, wasn't really a pretty one, though. The last thing he wanted was for Bay to suffer. She had been through enough already.

"You'll be fine." The doctor winked at her encouragingly. "Now look at that little baby. Beautiful." she pointed towards the screen of the ultrasound machine.

"Shit... It's so much bigger than last time." Daryl grinned happily.

"Well, that's how it's supposed to be, baby." Bay giggled and held on to his hand.

"Looks like a bean."

"Yeah, a little kidney bean." Bay agreed.

The doctor smiled. "It's a bit bigger than a bean, though. It's just about 2 inches now... About the size of a lime. And you'll be happy to know that everything looks fantastic so far. How are you feeling? Any problems you want to discuss?"

"No, I'm alright. Just tired and still a bit of morning sickness." Bay reported while the doctor finished up the exam.

"You are 12 weeks along now, so I'd say that will most likely pass in a week or so. Some mothers experience morning sickness for a while longer, but for most, it's like it magically disappears as soon as they enter their second trimester. Hang in there."

The appointment was over and Bay was able to get dressed again. "When we're home, I'll really need a root beer float." Bay announced as soon as they had left the clinic.

"Amazing..." Daryl laughed and shook his head. Those pregnancy cravings were the real deal, and it was kind of fascinating to him. "Ya used ta hate root beer."

"I know. I still think it smells disgusting, but I feel like I might die from frustration if I don't get it. Weird." Bay had to laugh at it, as well. The whole thing really was crazy.

"That mean you don't wanna go see our friends now?"

"No, I do wanna see them. I'm just saying, when we get home, I need that float."

"You're gon' get it, baby girl. Promise. What did the other doc say?" Daryl had still been at work when Bay had had the appointment with the other doctor, who had checked on the wounds from the shooting.

"He said that I'm allowed to go back to work aaaaaaand..." she grinned and whispered the rest with reddened cheeks, "... resume sexual activity."

"Fuck... ya sure that ya wanna go see our friends?" Daryl smirked and squeezed her hand.

"Yes. No more playing hermits. We have wonderful and loyal friends, and we're lucky to have them. No more neglecting them. Never again."

"Ain't arguing with that..." he smiled and leaned down, gently biting her earlobe real quick. "but man... I really wanna make ya cum... been six damn weeks."

"Exactly... we can wait a couple more hours." Bay smiled and kissed his sexy lips, before she dragged him to his truck.

"I hate waiting." Daryl laughed, but at the same time he knew, that some anticipation often made the whole thing even sweeter.

Erin had her arms slung around Bay's middle, hugging her, only slightly taller, friend, and leaning against her. They were a lot closer again after having been on tense terms for a bit, because Daryl and her had pretty much neglected their group of friends for a good three months. Now, Bay made sure that they would always make some time to spend with their chosen family. "The scar looks better every week." Erin smiled as she looked at the long strip of raised flesh, that now adorned the side of Bay's neck.

"It does. The other one, too. Maybe in a year or so, if I'm lucky, they will be barely visible... Although, Daryl seems to be into them, kinda..." Bay laughed.

"Because he's head over heels in love with you, Bay. You could dress up as Ronald McDonald and he'd be totally into it."

"Oh my God... that's quite a visual." Bay shook herself at the slightly disturbing image that popped up inside her head.

"Just like me kissing Pat. I still can't believe that you paired us up in your dream." Erin teased her gently. Over the past couple of weeks, Bay had slowly started to open up a little about what she had gone through in her dream. Nobody really understood it, but they did their best to support her while she worked through it.

"It's not like I paired you up on purpose. It just happened."

"Still having nightmares?"

"Yeah. The doctor said it might take a while until those go away. Usually he'd prescribe me something to help me sleep better, but he can't, because of the b-" Bay quickly cut herself off. She tried to play it cool, but her eyes widened involuntarily when she realized that she had probably just blabbed their secret. And of course,... Erin perked right up and narrowed her eyes at Bay.

"He can't prescribe you anything, because of the what? Oh my God, Bay..." she loosened her hold around Bay's waist, only to grab her friend by the arms. "Bay, are you... oh my God, you are, aren't you? Are you?" Erin was whispering, but even her whisper-voice got higher and higher the more excited she got.

"Shhhhh... please..." Bay looked around in a panic, trying to see if anyone was paying any attention to them. "Don't say anything, please! We wanted to wait another week until the first trimester was over, before we let people know."

Erin's eyes widened even more. "You're that far along already? Oh my God... it happened before the shooting? Is everything alright?"

"Right now everything looks good. They probably won't be able to find out, if the drugs they gave me affected the baby until it's born and a little older."

"Let's hope there's nothing to find out. Oh God,... usually I wouldn't get excited for someone to have a baby this young, but for you and Daryl, it just feels... I don't know... so right... Does that make sense? I'm so happy for you guys. Are you happy?"

"We are. We really want it. Actually, we always said that we would wait a couple of years, until we're older and everything, but now that it's happened, we both want it. We're excited." Bay smiled brightly, causing Erin to get teary-eyed, because her friend was so happy and because she was happy for her friend.

Erin hugged her hard and smiled into her ear. "Congratulations, you two. You're gonna rock this. Both of you."

"I hope so. At least we won't have to worry about money. The doctor said that the baby costs roughly 10,000 dollars during it's first year of life, so we might just have the first three years of its life covered. That's a relief." Bay even sounded relieved when she said it. It was one less thing to worry about, especially since she would give up one of her two jobs.

"You're gonna use the money for school? But what about college?"

"I don't really wanna go anymore. I'm happy the way things are going right now. I'm not scrapping those plans because of the baby, I haven't felt the desire to go back to school for some time. I wanna work and make a living and for once enjoy the perks of the money I'm making."

"No more saving every single penny?" Erin grinned and gently tickled Bay's ribs.

"No. Well, we're still gonna try to save money... Daryl and I agreed that we'd both put a hundred bucks each into our piggy bank every month, and he will still do the hunting and trading thing, but yeah, the rest we earn, we're finally gonna put to good use and allow ourselves some little luxuries here and there. Like indulging my cravings." Bay giggled.

"You have those?"

"Oh yeah. Right now it's root beer floats and cantaloupes."

"You hate root beer."

"Apparently our baby loves it." Bay smiled and unconsciously rubbed her hand over her belly.

While the girls talked some more, they were unaware of the fact, that some of the guys' eyes were indeed on them... Pat and Sam were leaning against the truck-bed of Sam's truck, their poses mirroring each other, both had their legs crossed and their arms crossed over their chests, while they held a beer can in their left hand.

Sam groaned quietly when Erin hugged Bay again and rubbed her hands over Bay's back. "Mmmm, damn..."

"What?" Pat chuckled, even though he was able to guess what Sam meant.

"Just look at 'em. When they feel each other up like that, all huggey and lovey with each other... man, that shit gets me fucking hard."

"Where's Erin stand on threesomes?"

"No way in hell." Sam sighed with a twinge of disappointment in his expression, which caused Pat to laugh.

"You really wouldn't mind sharin' your girl?"

"With another girl? No. With another dude? Hell yeah, I'd mind."

"I wouldn't share Jessa at all. I mean, when her and Erin kissed that one time at Flanagan's party? Man, that was hot as hell and I wouldn't mind being able to watch that again,..."

"Jesus fuck, dude!" Sam exclaimed, having Pat laugh out loud. "Ya had to bring that up, huh? Damn, gonna punch a hole in my fucking pants." Sam grumbled under his breath as he reached down to adjust himself.

"Anyway... watching them kiss is fucking hot, but that's as far as I'd go. Would take my girl home and fuck her senseless all by myself. And I'm pretty sure Daryl feels the same about Bay." Pat finished his sentence after Sam's interruption.

"Too bad... I mean, have ya looked at Bay lately?"

"She's lookin' good." Pat smiled as he checked out Daryl's girl.

"Yeah. Seems like not working her ass off for once, is doin' her body good. Literally. She's got an ass on her now."

Pat nodded his agreement. "Yeah... getting some curves. She's fillin' out her jeans nicely these days."

"I'll say..." Sam agreed and slightly tilted his head to the side to check out the brand new curve of Bay's butt... Until something, or someone, stepped into his line of vision. Sam straightened, only to be met with the icy stare of one Daryl Dixon.

"Busted." Pat laughed, even though Daryl had caught him staring as well.

"Keep your fucking eyes off my girl." Daryl growled and pushed Sam for good measure.

Sam wasn't offended. His lips stretched into an amicable smile, while he held his hands up in surrender. "Calm down, man. We got our own girls, remember? We were just looking. She looks good, man. After everything... it's nice to see."

Daryl was torn. On one hand he was proud that other men were admiring his girl, but at the same time, he fucking hated that other men were admiring his girl. Of course he knew that Pat and Sam both had their own girlfriends, who they loved very much, but the way they just ogled Bay, that was driving him up a tree. He would never stare at Erin or Jessa like that, out of respect for the two guys, but apparently, he was the only one around these parts, who lived by that code. He felt like he had to re-stake his claim, so before he knew what he was doing, he was marching over to Bay and Erin.

Bay smiled when she noticed Daryl approach. "Hey ba-mmph." She didn't get the chance to finish her greeting. Daryl's fingers threaded through her dark locks at the back of her head, pulling, to tilt her face up to meet his. A small moan escaped Bay's lips as Daryl engaged her in a sizzling kiss. He pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth, before he let the tip of his tongue slooowly and hotly lick along the seam of her mouth. He had her knees turned into jello by the time his tongue pushed in between her soft, full lips, to curl passionately around hers. While Erin made herself scarce, Daryl released Bay's hair from his grasp and instead, both his hands glided down her back, until his hands were filled with her firm butt. He growled into the kiss, as he squeezed possessively, and used his grasp to pull her flush against him. "Are ya mine?"

Bay nodded frantically as she looked up at him with dazed eyes. "Yeah..." she bit out, before he kissed her once more, drawing her tongue into his mouth in order to give it a quick suck.

"Mine. All mine. Both of ya." he murmured under his breath while he rested his forehead against hers. After she had nodded her agreement, Daryl straightened and shot Pat and Sam a dirty look. Unfortunately, it didn't really have the desired effect, because the two men were smirking and jokingly showing him a thumbs up. Daryl finally relaxed again and shook his head with an amused grunt.

"What?" Bay asked while she tried to gather her bearings.

"Nothin'. All good." he looked down at her with a smile and kissed her forehead, before his lips traveled to her ear. "Ready to go home yet? Gonna make ya cum on my dick so good, baby girl."

"Oh God, yes please." Bay shuddered, but then she bit her lip and looked up at him sheepishly. "But Daryl?"

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna need that root beer float first."

A little laugh burst out of Daryl's mouth at that. Goddamn, she's just too fucking cute.

"Anythin' ya want, baby girl."

"Uh..." Bay cried out, her body jerking involuntarily, as the icy cold, frothy root beer/ice-cream mixture dropped onto the scorching hot skin of her right nipple. She hissed next, when Daryl used the back of the silver long drink spoon to spread it all around her nipple, teasing the puckered flesh with the smooth, cool metal in the process. Her nipples tightened almost painfully, but the slight ache was quickly soothed by Daryl's hot, wet mouth. His tongue circled and flicked, then he suckled at her, pulling his head back at the same time, in order to let her breast pop back out of his mouth.

"Mmmmmm,... should be a damn ice cream flavor or somethin'." Daryl grunted under his breath. The mix of root beer, vanilla ice cream and Bay was quickly becoming a new favorite. He dipped the spoon into the glass once more and repeated his actions on her left breast, making Bay almost drop the glass she was still holding in her hand. What he was doing felt so good, and it truly had been way too long since she had been able to just let herself go and give herself over to the pleasure he so freely gave her. "Fuck... ya hear that, baby girl? One of the best damn sounds in the whole damn world." he growled against her heated flesh, as he referred to the wet, squishing sound his fingers were making, while they slid through her well-lubricated folds.

Bay blushed and put the glass on the nightstand, Daryl had built for them a little while back. Despite all the things they had done in bed by now, and despite how much she enjoyed him talking dirty to her, she still got a bit embarrassed by it all. Right now, she was especially embarrassed by the obscene smacking sounds her liquid arousal was causing, while Daryl played with her pussy. She was ridiculously wet, which , in turn, had Daryl's cock being ridiculously hard. He slowly maneuvered his own naked body between Bay's legs, slowly nudging them further apart to make room for him. "You're so fucking wet, sweetheart. Ya missed me, huh?" Daryl spoke with an impish grin on his lips. "Missed me playin' and takin' my time with ya, didn'tcha?" This had actually been Bay's third root beer float since they had come home. Daryl had fixed her the first one, then he had peeled them both out of their clothes and had kissed every single inch of her body, while she had enjoyed her cold drink.

Once she had emptied her glass the first time, Daryl had fixed her a second float, before he had settled himself on his belly between her legs, taking his time with laving her inner thighs and letting the tip of his tongue dance along the creases, where her long legs met her pussy, making her squirm, and moan in pleasure, when he left some hickeys on the fleshy part, high up on her inner thigh. She would feel those every single time she would move around tomorrow, and that knowledge satisfied him deeply. He hadn't licked her, where she had wanted it the most, though. He wanted her first orgasm since the shooting, to be with him inside of her, coaxing it out of her with his dick, having her contracting muscles milk his own release from him. Now that she had almost completely finished the third glass, they were both more than ready, to be fully reunited again.

"Please... Please, Daryl..." Bay pleaded with him, to finally give her what she had been craving for weeks.

"Please what, baby girl?"

"Please take me."

"That all ya want?" he breathed hotly against her jaw, before he let her feel his teeth. At the same time, he was rubbing his heavy erection against her soft pussy, while having to will himself not to cum all over it already.

"No." Bay shuddered and let her hands glide down his back, until her hands were able to cup and squeeze his perfect, sexy ass.

"Want me ta make ya cum?" Daryl groaned quietly. He loved when she squeezed his ass.

"Yes."

"Ask me for it."

"Please, Daryl. Make me... cum." she mumbled with burning cheeks.

"Good Lord." Daryl grunted as a fresh wave of arousal rolled over him and damn near threatened to drown him. His dick was twitching and throbbing dangerously hard. He knew it would take him every bit of control he had, to make this last longer than two damn minutes. "Oh ssshhhiiiittt..." Daryl groaned loudly, matching Bay's long whine in volume, when he pushed into her slippery core with one smooth thrust. She was clenching around him already. Her velvety, wet walls had to get adjusted to his intrusion again. He'd fingered her a little in the past couple of weeks, but his cock was much bigger than two of his digits. There was a short moment of pinpricks for Bay, but if anything, it only made the pleasure she felt, a bit sweeter.

"Yes... Oh God, yes, baby..." she keened as Daryl's hips started moving at an even pace. Slow and steady at first, but quickly picking up some speed.

"Want it deep?" he was panting against her ear, hoping to the heavens that she would say yes, because the urge to bottom out inside of her was so strong, that he felt like he might die from frustration if he wouldn't get to do it.

Bay nodded, already moving her legs up, to rest on his wide shoulders. Daryl knelt up and pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee. First on the left, then on the right. His hands slid from her knees, down over her thighs, then he leaned forward and supported himself on his hands next to her head, bending Bay like a pretzel in the process. "That okay? It hurt?" Daryl wanted to be sure that the scar on her waist wouldn't cause her pain in this position.

"It's perfect. Move,... good God, please move, Daryl."

And move he did. He slid in deeper, until all of his length had disappeared inside of her, and he felt the end of her pressing against his tip. Bay gasped and dug her nails into his biceps. It took a short moment to get used to the sensation of having him all the way inside of her again, but then it felt heavenly. Daryl pulled out slowly, oh so slowly, letting her feel every delicious inch of him, before he stroked his cock back inside of her with a practiced snap of his hips, ripping a yelp from Bay's throat. He repeated the motions, again and again, faster and faster, until he was plowing into her at a quick, frenzied pace, fucking her good and hard. Bay rewarded him with the best sounds. She was whimpering, moaning, crying out, screaming... he only faintly recognized the banging on the wall and the neighbors voices, complaining about the noise, he could not care less about their neighbors being pissed, the only noises he was fully focused on, were those which accompanied their lovemaking, plus his and God's name on Bay's lips.

"Oh God, Daryl... I'm gonna... oh God, oh God, oh God..." Bay was panting heavily, and the next thing he knew, he felt her teeth dig into his wrist, just before her pussy clamped down on him in a vice grip. The contractions were intense and long, feeling like they were pulling him deeper into her body.

"Ffffuuuuck..." he yelled out, as his lips pulled back into a snarl and he grimaced from the intensity of his own climax. His cock was spasming violently inside of her, making him rut against her hard, before he collapsed on his forearms, careful not to crush her with his weight. "Jesus fucking Christ... You alright?"

"Mmmm..." was the only answer he got. Daryl lifted his head from where he had pushed his face into the crook of her neck, and saw that she looked like she had passed out. But she had replied, so she was probably still conscious... barely, though.

"Sure you're okay?"

"Mm." she grunted quietly, but she didn't move. Daryl figured she was exhausted from the long day she'd had. He lovingly kissed her forehead, before he slowly pulled out of her and moved to lay next to her.

"Sleep tight, sweetheart. Love ya." he was still slightly out of breath as he pulled the covers over them, but his breathing soon evened out, and they were both asleep within minutes. While they slept, Daryl's hand rested on her abdomen, instinctively already protecting his unborn child.

Thank you for reading!

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