A/N You guys are the niftiest bunch around and I dig you the most! Thank you all so much for reading, following and the faves. Get your Vanilla Cokes and let's check in with The Biker and The Bobby Soxer.

A guy would be coming from Atlanta first thing in the morning to pick up a Bike Daryl was chopping. The problem was they'd had the Bike in the shop two weeks, but the parts had been on backorder and weren't due in until this morning. He'd be working late to finish the job. "We'd better take the pickup in ta work, you can drive it home an I'll catch a ride with someone."

"Alright but golly, what about your dinner?"

"Yeah don't worry, Dirty said he'll have his woman bring me over sumthin'. After all, it ain't my fault the parts didn't come. And it's kinda cool, I'ma be makin' time and a half for these extra hours. This close ta Christmas I might need that extra money." He gave her the tiniest of winks and she wondered if that meant he was going to buy her something. They'd never had a Christmas together and she wasn't sure just what to expect.

He parked the truck close to the entrance of Ripley's, bent to give her a quick kiss goodbye and said, "See ya for lunch Cream Puff." And she watched him walk across the street thinking he looked good coming or going.

He came in for lunch and when no one was looking he squeezed her hand across the counter, "Gonna miss ya tonight Cream Puff. I'll be home just as soon as I can." And he gave her that little half smile and all she could think was, gosh he was so handsome and so sweet. What girl wouldn't want a husband like him?

She wanted to tell him goodbye real quick before she went home, so she dashed across the street to Dirty's. She saw those women hanging around in there, the ones in the tight capris and blouses tied up right under their boobs, they always seemed to leave buttons undone on top to show plenty of cleavage. One of them was standing there by Daryl, drinking a beer right from the bottle and talking to him while he was working.

She felt her tummy tighten up in a knot. Who was this woman and why was she hanging around the Bobby Soxer's husband?

He must have felt her eyes on him because he looked up and saw her standing there. "Hey girl." He stood then, wiped his hands on the shop rag and walked over to her. "Looks like I'ma be here a while tryin' ta get this finished up. Gonna be home late Cream Puff, don't wait up an I'll try not ta wake ya when I get there."

She nodded and gave him a small smile, "Okay, see you later." And she took one more glance over toward that woman. She had her hand on her hip in a sexy and kind of sassy way, and darn it, she was so pretty, and her boobs were so big, and golly how could that woman help being attracted to Daryl? He was so gosh darn dreamy.

When she got home she tried to keep herself busy and not think about that woman hanging around Daryl. She made him cookies and she did a load of laundry. She took her shower, tidied up the house a little. But the whole time she just kept thinking about that woman and her big boobs leaning over and talking to Daryl. Guys seemed to be just crazy for big boobs, and golly hers were so small, no wonder he was probably attracted to that other woman.

She'd gotten herself all worked up over it and by their usual bedtime of 9:30 she was just too keyed up to sleep. She alternated between pacing the floor, pulling the curtain back to look out the window for him, and then pacing the floor some more. The longer he was gone the more her imagination started running wild. What if he wasn't working at all? What if he was somewhere with that woman? She was feeling sick to her stomach, emotional and scared.

He finally walked in the kitchen door just before 11. She was there in her nightgown and robe. He'd just started to say, "Hi…," When she yelled in an accusatory tone, "Where the heck have you been Daryl it's 11 o'clock?!"

He was immediately on the defensive, "Why the hell ya yellin' at me? Where the fuck ya think I been? Been bustin' my ass on the job. What the fuck you been doin'?"

He'd come home tired and hungry and now he was pissed. He went to the fridge, cracked himself a beer and damn near drank the thing in one swallow. He opened another one because fuck she was still yelling at him.

"I saw that woman with her big boobs practically in your face drinking beer and flirting with you. I'm not stupid you know, I know what men are like."

"Oh is that fuckin' so? Ya know all about men do ya? Well that's just swell girl, so that's the kinda shit yer accusin' me of? That's what ya think a me, huh? Well fuck this shit Beth. Why the fuck am I workin' ta take care of ya if that's what ya think?"

And all that pent up fear and anxiety she'd been feeling caught up with her, and she didn't want him mad at her, but it was too late and her tears came. He wasn't having it, now he was the one on a roll. "If ya think I ain't a do-right man then maybe I should quit bein' one. I should just stay out drinkin' with the guys after work, start hangin' at the bar, shit what the fuck I been doin' comin' home with you every night?" He crushed the can in his hand, grabbed another beer from the fridge and stormed out that kitchen door.

She saw the light come on in the garage and she felt at least a little relief to know he hadn't left her. She wanted to go to him but she was afraid now. He was so mad at her and she guessed he had every right to be. Why hadn't she controlled herself? Why hadn't she stayed calm and just talked to him? Why would she accuse him of such terrible things? She knew he was a good man and she knew he'd never been anything but good to her, and he'd never ever acted like he had an interest in other woman.

Now he was so angry he'd probably never speak to her again and she wouldn't blame him if he didn't. He was going to divorce her for sure. She just couldn't let that happen.

She ran out to the garage and he was standing there head down at his work bench, he turned and saw her and she could see how upset he looked, almost emotional. She rushed over to him, "I'm sorry Daryl, please..."

He turned his back to her, "Go on Beth, get on back ta the house an leave me be."

"No I can't!" She threw her arms around his waist and held on tight. "Please don't divorce me Daryl, please."

His whole body tensed, "Divorce ya? What the fuck ya talkin' bout now?"

"I was so terrible to you, I know I was. I never should have yelled at you, I was so wrong to do that. I was jealous of that woman, and I guess I didn't know how long you might be gone, and then I was thinking about her again in her tight clothes with her big boobs, and I don't know Daryl I just know I'd die if you ever left me for someone else."

His shoulders slumped then, "Nah fuck it's me, I shoulda never raised my voice to ya, shouldn't a cussed at ya like that. I's wrong. But damn Beth ya hurt me bad. I can't believe ya think I'd just take up with someone else like ya weren't my wife an I didn't love ya, an like I hadn't made them promises when we got married. I can't believe ya think I'm some kinda chippy chasin' shithead. Jesus Beth, just ta know ya think that a me, I don't know what the fuck ta do."

And she thought she might have heard a cry in his voice and now she was really angry with herself for the things she'd thought and the things she said. "No Daryl it's not you, you've always made me feel so special, so loved. It was me and my gosh darn stupid way of thinking, like I'm always expecting you'll find someone you like better. And I don't even know why I think that because you always treat me like I'm the best thing since chocolate chip ice cream, but I just guess I look at you and you're so big and strong and handsome I know other women all want you."

He snorted then and turned around, "Cream Puff yer about the craziest damn woman in the world an that's a fact right there. There ain't no one prettier or better than you. Shit girl I'm yer own personal Biker Trash for as long as ya wanna keep me around."

And then his stomach growled so loudly it almost scared her, "Oh my golly Daryl you're starving, let me get you something to eat."

"Yeah well that woman ya seen talkin' ta me? She's Dirty's woman Tina. She brought me dinner an I gotta say, Tina can't cook for shit, an she must think I eat like a hummingbird cuz she sure as hell didn't bring me much an no matter how bad it was, I's hungry enough ta eat it. No one cooks for me like you do Cream Puff."

While he showered she fixed him two fried egg and melted cheese sandwiches just the way he liked them, on white bread with mustard.

They talked while he ate, both of them apologizing again. He must have eaten a half dozen cookies when suddenly she jumped up, uttered "Uh Oh!" and made a beeline for the bathroom.

It worried him and he ran after her. He knocked on the door, "Ya okay Beth, everythin' alright?"

"Yes Daryl I'm fine, go back to the kitchen, please."

He was confused but she sounded fine so he went back to the kitchen and started eating cookies again. She came back a few minutes later, "Ya okay Cream Puff? What was all that about?"

Her face turned so red he was almost worried, "Um, I started."

"Started?" And then he smiled, "Oh that." And as close as Daryl ever got to laughing, that's what he did then.

"Daryl, what in the world is so funny about that?"

"I'm wonderin' if I should just plan on ya bein' pissed off at me about this time every month."

"Daryl that's a terrible thing to say! Why would you say that?"

He couldn't help himself it was funny, "Seems like damn near every day at work one a the guys will say, 'fuck my woman's on the rag an she's raggin' on me.' I's just thinkin' I mighta got a little taste a that earlier."

"Oh my gosh Daryl you're not going to say that about me are you? I said I was sorry."

"Cream Puff ya know me don't ya? Ya really think I'm the guy that's gonna talk about that shit, ever? I sure as hell wouldn't talk about your female stuff with them dumbasses. Come here an sit on my lap a minute."

She did and he put his arms around her waist and held her close, "Damn it's 1:00 in the mornin' we'll be draggin' our asses tomorrow. We best get ya ta bed." He knew he'd never be able to stay mad at her.

xxxx

Just one week until Christmas and there was big excitement at the little bungalow, most of it on the part of the Bobby Soxer. Although the Biker was enjoying the abundance of sugar cookies, short bread cookies, peanut brittle and the three types of fudge. So were the guys at Dirty's and so would all the people on their growing Christmas list.

"Ya keep this up Cream Puff I'ma lose my trim figure." He was smiling at her as he popped another piece of double chocolate fudge in his mouth.

She teased him right back, "Well gee whiz Daryl, I'm just making it I'm not making you eat it."

"Uh huh like I'ma say no ta chocolate."

He couldn't believe she'd managed to actually make real nice decorations out of those pine cones she'd insisted they drag home. And her Mama had stopped by all smiles and sweetness, she brought a pumpkin roll and all the Christmas decorations Beth had made since kindergarten.

For a man who'd never had a Christmas it was quite the change and he found he liked it. She had a way of making it seem like fun and the best thing in the world. Well she was kind of that way with everything. She'd changed his life completely and he didn't have a single complaint.

There was no one she enjoyed doing things for more than her husband. He always acted like every little cookie, every bowl of grits, every meatloaf was a big deal, and there was nothing quite like watching him eat.

They'd started to get into the rhythm of sharing a life and a home and all the things that went along with that. And since that big fight a few days ago, they were trying to talk to each other about things before those little things turned into big things.

So he told her, "I'm feelin' weird about goin' to your folks for Christmas. I ain't one for big gatherins, an I can't even imagine Merle there. Shit I don't think he can control his language or his volume, or anythin' else about hisself. He's damn near 40, I don't see anythin' changin' about him now."

"I'm sure it'll be just fine. I talked to Mama and I told her how he is, how you are too Daryl, and I told her to remember to respect that you're good men, and try to ignore the language and uh, you know, the um rough behavior." He snorted then. "She promised to keep it just casual and to not make such a big deal out of everything. She says she's gonna try to make it a real family Christmas. I'll be helping her and I know Maggie, Aunt Virginia and Peggy will too. As for Merle, well he's no more loud and cantankerous than Abraham, so please don't worry."

Then she got honest with him, "Golly Daryl I'm nervous too, not about Merle, I'm nervous because I don't want any more fighting. I just hope everyone can have a nice time together."

And he knew what she needed and he hugged her close, "It's gonna be good Beth an if for any reason it ain't I'ma bring ya right home." He pulled back and smiled at her then, "So leave plenty a cookies an candy right here."

The big morning came at the little bungalow and she was up by five. She slipped that pan of cinnamon rolls that had been rising all night into the oven. Then she hurried and crawled back in bed with her husband.

When her cold little foot touched his warm leg he woke right up and rolled over to her, "Mornin'."

"Merry Christmas Daryl!"

He looked at her all bright eyed, excited and happy and he got a little excited himself. "I know what I want for Christmas Cream Puff." And she let him have every bit of that Christmas morning loving he wanted.

They'd made love, they were snuggled up on the couch drinking coffee and eating warm cinnamon rolls, and he decided maybe Christmas really was the best day of the year.

She got up, "Wait, where ya goin' I's enjoyin' this."

She leaned in and kissed his cheek, "I'm getting your Christmas present."

"I thought I got my Christmas present," he smiled. He got up then too, went to the drawer in his nightstand and got her package.

"You first Daryl." He wanted her to go first but he had trouble saying no to that sweet face.

He opened the package and found it held a black Biker's wallet with a 15 inch steel chain, a heavy duty leather loop, snap-button closure and a key ring. His name was embossed across the front, and to either side of that were Angel wings.

He couldn't believe his little Bobby Soxer would think of this. "Damn girl this is neat, man I've wanted one a these a while now an this one, it's sumthin' else. Thanks Cream Puff. I dig it the most."

"Oh gosh Daryl, do you really like it? I've been worried that you wouldn't."

"Hell yeah I really like it." And he grabbed her up and kissed her in a way that let her know for sure, he really liked it.

Then he handed her the small package and before she even opened it she looked at him with those big blue eyes and said, "Thank you Daryl."

She squealed, it was a silver charm bracelet with charms of a locked heart, a key for the heart, a spinning arrow, a star, a moon, a musical note and a jukebox. "Golly Daryl I love it. Gee whiz I've always wanted a charm bracelet and this one is perfect, it's beautiful. I want to wear it right now!"

He was smiling when he clasped it for her, "Mr. Jenkins over at the jewelry store said you can trade back any of them charms ya don't want an get sumthin' different. I just picked what I thought you'd like."

"You picked perfect, it's the niftiest present I've ever gotten. Thank you so much!" And it was her turn to kiss him in such a way there was no doubt in his mind she loved her gift.

They got to the farm at 10:30 so she could help her Mama. Daryl wondered what the hell he was going to do while she did that, maybe just go for a walk around the place, or better yet a ride.

They were loaded down with bags of festively wrapped Christmas tins of cookies and candies for everyone and gifts for her Mama and Daddy.

As it turned out, her Daddy asked him if he'd take a walk around the property with him. "Yeah sure I'd like ta see the place."

He imagined her gathering up those chicken eggs, and probably chasing those chickens around when no one was looking, and he smiled to himself picturing her milking the cow. But the thing he liked best on the place was the site of the horses grazing down by the river. Even though a pastoral life was not his deal at all, he did like the feel of the farm and the thought of his innocent young wife growing up here.

They got back to the big farmhouse just as Smitty and Aunt Virginia pulled up. They'd brought Smitty's Bike, and tucked behind Aunt Virginia was a big sack that made it look like she might be Santa's Helper.

No sooner were they off the Bike than Abraham and Maggie pulled in, followed closely by Shawn and Peggy.

It seemed everyone was trying to stay on point, quiet, cordial and avoiding trouble. Even Abraham was doing an excellent job of keeping his big trap shut. And then Merle and Cassandra pulled up.

It wasn't so much just Merle it was Merle in combination with Cassandra and Abraham. Between the three of them, well they were a party on their own. It was Cassandra who voiced the idea, "Ya know what I'd like ta see you two big men do? I'd like to see you do a little Indian Wrestling right here in the yard."

Maggie looked concerned, "What's Indian Wrestling?"

Cassandra was all smiles now, "Oh you're gonna dig it Maggie. It's about the most fun a gal can have just watchin' men. Why don't ya get the other gals ta come see?"

It was pretty darn cold out but Daryl was sweating. Shit no, this couldn't happen. He didn't want to make a scene but he also didn't want to see these two men get their shirts and their boots and their socks off, lay down on that ground an act like the fucking hillbilly fools they were. He tried, "Ya know maybe that's not such a good idea, what with it bein' Christmas an all."

But Cassandra was not going to miss this opportunity to watch half naked men roll around on the ground. "Oh don't be silly Daryl. When my family gets together the men always Indian Wrestle." Well fuck he should have known that.

Maggie came back out to the yard with Mama, Peggy and Beth in tow. He went right over and put his arm around his Cream Puff's waist. She might need him to steady her.

Again Maggie asked, "What is Indian Wrestling?" It seemed the only people there that knew were the Dixon brothers, Smitty who had a big old crooked grin on his face, and Cassandra.

Cassandra smiled her own big smile, complete with bright red lips, and answered, "Well the two men here are gonna lay down on the ground, head-to-toe and line up their hips. Then they'll raise their inside leg straight up an then lower it three times, saying '1,2,3!' After the '3!' they'll hurry an link their legs together at the knee. They'll each try their damndest to flip the other 'wrestler' over, with just that leg, forcin' him into a backwards somersault."

Nobody seemed to know what to say, but Mama tried, "Oh my that sounds like it could be dangerous. I wouldn't want anybody to get hurt."

And Daryl went with her notion, "Yeah, it sounds dangerous better save it for another time."

But Virginia she elbowed Smitty and said, "This sounds like a lot of fun to me. Smitty you'll have to take on the winner."

By now Abraham and Merle were stripped down and ready to wrestle. Merle did not seem one bit shy about the scars on his back and chest, or that graphic tattoo of a naked woman wearing nothing but a sailor hat and a pair of high heels, there on his right bicep.

Cassandra announced, "Okay best two out of three."

Daryl was thinking maybe he was going to start barfing up cinnamon rolls and coffee any minute, and his little brides' eyes were the size of saucers. Fuck he wished he had a shot of whiskey and a cold beer, hell a hot beer would do.

The combatants began their count, 1,2,3. They were fast, hooking one another's legs in no time. This obviously wasn't the first wrestling match for either of them. There was grunting and there was cussing.

Maggie wouldn't say this out loud in front of her Mama, but Cassandra was right, this was sexy stuff. She noticed Virginia and Peggy seemed to be enjoying the show as well. But Beth had her face turned into Daryl's chest and Mama was looking down.

Merle took the first match, which pissed Abraham off to no end and he said what he thought, "Well fuck this Mother Dick, I'm out ta get ya now."

Merle just snorted at him, "Whatever Big Red."

And Abraham made good on his promise and won the second match.

Cassandra cheered Merle on harder that third match, "C'mon you Big Bad Biker show everyone what a tough son of a bitch ya are."

At that point Mama took a seat on the porch, and Merle made his woman proud when he took that final match. Abraham just looked at him and said, "I'll get yer ass come Easter bitch nuts."

Maggie brushed the dirt off him as best she could and he put his clothes back on.

Meantime Smitty stripped down, lay down and he was ready to wrestle. None of the women there minded one bit the look of the man's naked arms and torso. Oh he was a lean one all right. The kind that will fool you into thinking they're not too strong. But he was all taut, sinewy muscle.

And Virginia was all big smiles when she yelled, "Show 'em what a real man can do lover boy."

And apparently that was all the encouragement Smitty needed because he took the first two matches and was declared the overall winner.

The Bobby Soxer asked her Biker, "Are you going to do that Daryl?"

"Fuck no Cream Puff, not here."

Mama and Daddy had already been shocked several times this lovely Christmas day, but they were determined to remain both genial and unruffled. It was a bit of a struggle.

As far as Daryl was concerned Mama saved the day when she suggested, "Why don't we all go inside and have a nice glass of eggnog?" Thank God.

Of course Mama didn't see Smitty get the bottle from Virginia's purse and doctor up his, Merle's, Abraham's, Daryl's and Virginia's eggnog. They all needed a little adult refreshment.

It was time to exchange Christmas gifts, and Daryl saw how happy it made his Cream Puff to be handing out the tins of cookies and candies.

When she opened her present from Virginia the Biker and the Bobby Soxer both let out a gasp. It was a tiny pair of pink panties, why they wouldn't even reach up to her belly button, and right in the front where her curls were located, there were two interlocked red hearts. Her face was as red as those hearts, and his neck may have been too. But mostly he was thinking how anxious he was to see her in those panties.

Maggie gave her two pair of bobby socks, one white and one pink, they had lace trim around the cuff, and his wife looked pleased.

Her Mama made her a nightgown that Daryl was sure he never wanted to see her wear, unless she had a bad cold or the flu. The thing was heavyweight flannel with a tight collar up top, long sleeves with tight cuffs, and it went all the way down to the ankle. Never. But she told her Mama, "It's so pretty Mama, thank you so much."

She was the sweetest thing, there was no arguing that.

He knew Merle wanted to say something so bad it was making his vocal chords ache, but thank God he kept a lid on it.

Peggy gave all the woman big old slippers she'd knitted, and they had some kind of pom pom on them. Daryl was thinking they'd look real good with that nightie her Mama gave her. Real good somewhere in the back of the closet.

But now Cassandra gave her a nightie that was short, sleeveless and low cut front and back. It was so see through you could read the newspaper through it. It was very inappropriate for a sweet young woman like her. The Biker couldn't wait to see her in it.

After all the gifts were exchanged Maggie said, "Oh Bethie, you should go up and put on your old cheer leading outfit, show Daryl a couple of your cheers."

His bride got red faced and she asked, "Really Maggie, do you think he'd like that?" There wasn't a man in the room who didn't think Daryl would like it.

But the Biker couldn't let this happen, not here, not now. "Nah, why don't ya just bring that on home with ya. You can show me later."

Smitty almost lost his eggnog, "Yeah there ain't a man alive that doesn't wanna be cheered on. We like encouragement."

Thank God it was time for dinner.

Everything managed to somehow go pretty well through dinner. The women all oooh'd and ahhh'd over Peggy's engagement ring, while the men all congratulated Shawn on a great catch.

The food was topnotch and there was plenty of it, turkey, ham, and roast beef with all the trimmings. It was the Bikers kind of meal.

Dessert was peach pie, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, and chocolate and lemon meringue pie. Daryl had a chocolate and a peach.

Yeah it was all going pretty well and Merle, being well mannered and all, complimented the cook, "That was the best fucking meal I ever did eat."

And to her credit Mama just said, "Well thank you for saying so Merle."

When they got home he wrapped her up in his arms, smiled and asked, "Did ya have ya a nice Christmas Cream Puff."

"Gee willikers Daryl it was the very best Christmas in the history of the world. First I got to wake up with you and, well you know what we did, and then you gave me my beautiful bracelet that I love so much. And there was no fighting at Christmas dinner, except that Indian Wrestling which was just fascinating to watch, and all the presents, and the delicious food. And Daryl I thought all the men were real well behaved today."

And her sweetness and her innocence just made him laugh. "Why don't ya go put that little cheer leadin' outfit on an show me a cheer."

"Okay."

The Biker was thinking Christmas wasn't a bad holiday at all.

A/N Well the fight wasn't pretty but our couple worked it out. Now Christmas sounded just right to me and I'm sorry I missed it. Just FYI, I've modeled Smitty after Sam Elliott back when he was in his 40's. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, thank you for reading and I'd appreciate you leaving a comment / review xo

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