A/N Thank you all so much for reading, following, favoriting and reviewing this story. I appreciate you. Our story is coming to a close. I've had a lot of fun writing it with the Sweet Innocence of our Bobby Soxer and the sometimes Rough (never with her), sometimes Befuddled, and always Wonderful Biker. And the 50's setting was the icing on the cake :)

When they got home from the party The Bobby Soxer was still a little upset with The Biker, "Well Daryl that just wasn't fair, gosh you wouldn't let me eat the ice cream and I saw you eat two helpings!"

He didn't know what to say. Damn he didn't even think she'd seen him, he'd been trying to be sneaky. "Well ya been havin' trouble with gettin' sick an I was just lookin' out for ya s'all."

"There's no way eating ice cream would make me sick. Golly, I'm just not very happy with you right now, I think you were being mean."

Shit he was betting if she knew what happened with that ice cream she'd think he was some kind of hero. Thank God he had a little something. "I bought ya sumthin'."

Now came that big beautiful smile, "What? What did you buy me?"

"Well I ain't gonna tell ya, ya gotta open it n all."

He handed her the little package and said, "Happy Valentine's Day Cream Puff." He was hoping it was going to make her happy enough that she'd finally forget about the fucking ice cream. He couldn't tell her the truth, hell he'd just gotten on her Mama's good side he wasn't risking being put back on her shit list.

"Oh Daryl this is so perfect I love it so much! Can you put it on?" He'd bought her a little cupid charm for her bracelet.

"Sure Cream Puff, lemme just take your bracelet off an I'll get this on it real quick." He wanted to hold her, make love to her tonight, he was hoping she was happy with him again so she'd let him.

Right after church he took her over to Aunt Plum's Ice Cream Parlor. He was a little surprised when she ordered the banana split, she wasn't usually a very big eater. He got three scoops of double chocolate with chocolate sauce, nuts and whipped cream.

They were sitting at one of those tiny ice cream tables and he said, "Damn Cream Puff, this is quite the lunch. Not bad at all."

"Yes and I FINALLY get to have my gosh darn ice cream thank you very much." Shit, really, still?

"C'mon now Baby don't be mad at me. Ya wasn't mad at me when we went ta bed last night." And he gave her a devilish little smile and a wink.

She whisper-yelled at him, "Daryl, shhhhh, don't talk about that here."

He was still grinning that mischievous grin. "What? I didn't say nuthin' 'bout nuthin'."

She jumped up and at first he thought she was pissed off, but she said, "Oh no it's starting." And she ran in the bathroom.

She was in there so long he finally had to eat the rest of her banana split, he didn't want it to go to waste, you know, it was starting to melt and all.

When she got back to the table she looked like a girl who didn't feel good. "Ya okay Cream Puff?"

"I can't believe that ice cream made me so sick."

And the Biker saw his chance, "See there? That's why I didn't want ya ta have any last night. I's afraid as sick as ya been it might not agree with ya. I knew you'd be embarrassed if ya barfed right at the party."

"You're right Daryl that would have been awful, thank you for always thinking about me. I'm sorry I got mad at you. Let's try this again next Sunday, but I'll just have plain vanilla."

"Sure we can do that." Well he was finally off the fucking hook, thank God. And he was thinking he liked vanilla just the same as he liked banana splits.

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She was three months along when they decided maybe they should start telling their family about it. She was anxious to get that nursery decorated and he was just plain anxious.

Yep now that it was real, confirmed, The Biker had started to feel the pressure of what this new responsibility would mean. He'd have a child to raise. He didn't have a road map for that. He hadn't been raised in any kind of family, never really even been around one. Hell he was just now getting to where he was welcome around her family, and God knows they'd screwed up a thing or ten.

He was hoping like hell he'd know what the fuck to do. In the meantime though he just tried to act happy and confident around the Bobby Soxer, he sure didn't want her worrying about anything.

And there was one thing he could be grateful for right now – the barfing had finally stopped.

"Daryl, Maggie's going to be having that baby any minute, do you think we should wait until after hers is born to tell everyone we're expecting? I mean I don't want to steal her spotlight."

Really? The only person he worried about making happy was her so he just shrugged and said, "That's a real good question Cream Puff I can't decide, whaddya think is best?" There, that should work.

"Well I don't want to be mean to Maggie she's done a lot for us. If it hadn't been for Maggie golly we would have never gotten to see each other."

Okay then that must be what she wanted him to say. "Yeah you're right, an it won't be long anyway, huh?"

He could tell now she was disappointed but she smiled and said, "No not long." He always felt like the best thing to do in these situations was to keep his big damn mouth shut and just given her a loving hug, so that's what he did and it did seem to help.

And as it turned out they didn't have long to wait. Mama called the next morning while they were still having breakfast. Maggie was in the hospital the pains were coming fast and it wouldn't be long now.

Daryl was thinking that was real nice for Maggie and Abe, but Beth was jumping up and down with excitement like it was the biggest news they'd ever heard. So he tried acting excited too. He was so damn glad he had to go to work.

As soon as he'd left she hurried to clean the kitchen and make their bed so she could hightail it over to Mama and Daddy's to wait for the news. She'd only been there 10 minutes when Abraham called, it was a little girl named Roxanne Ford.

As excited as Daddy was to be a Grandpa, the two screeching females in his living room were about to drive him nuts.

"We have to go see Maggie Mama right away! I can't wait to meet Roxanne!"

Mama was in complete agreement. "She'll only be in the hospital a week that doesn't seem long enough to get her strength back. When you kids were born we stayed at least 10 days. Sometimes I just don't know what the world's coming to."

"Well when Daryl gets home from work I'm going to ask him how soon he can take me to see her." She was smiling and then she got rattled, "Oh my gosh, I have to hurry up, oh no, oh golly I'm never going to make it home in time to fix his lunch and then get to the shop."

Mama smiled, "Don't worry I've got leftover fried chicken and potato salad, we'll pack him up something real quick."

She and Mama went to work and filled that basket up with the chicken, the salad, some barbecue potato chips and six molasses cookies. Daryl would be so happy! "I know that son in law of mine likes to eat and I don't want that nice man going hungry."

Beth had spent a lot of time wondering what in the world had changed Mama's mind so drastically about Daryl. She just couldn't figure it out. But she'd decided to leave well enough alone, there was peace and she had all of her family now and that was really all she cared about.

"Damn Cream Puff, did ya fry up a chicken already today?"

"No I have to admit all the food came from Mama's. After you left I hurried and did a few chores and then I rushed out to the farm so I could be there when Maggie called. Oh Daryl it's a little girl! Maggie and Abraham have a baby girl, Roxanne."

He knew the drill, "Aw that's real special, ain't it?"

"Oh yes." She was all sweet looking and dreamy eyed and that suited him just right. "When do you think we could go down there and see Maggie and the baby? I mean, would you be willing to take me?"

"Sure I'll take ya we can go Saturday how's that?"

He thought they'd be taking the Bike, then he found out he'd be taking her Mama and Daddy too and in their car, because the pickup only seated two. Fuck.

That's when he realized they needed a damn car what with a baby an all. Now he wasn't sure what the hell to do. He wasn't givin' up his Bike, hell no! Beth wouldn't want him to anyway. And he just couldn't make himself sell the little pickup. Only one choice, buy the Bobby Soxer a "family car." He figured he could find her a nice used station wagon. Those seemed to be the rage for housewives and she'd look kind of cute driving around in one.

And then he thought shit, that's just how much my life has changed since she came into it. I've gone from being alone and doing what I want, to having an over-sensitive woman around, a baby on the way and now a damn station wagon.

He'd never been happier.

At least they got to take the Bike as far as the farm, and the drive down to Benning wasn't quite as bad as he'd thought it might be. His pretty wife was scooted right over next to him and he had no complaints about that.

Ever since her Mama decided he was the best damn thing since…well ice cream, he enjoyed being around her. She spoiled him and he didn't miss the fact that Daddy took his cues from Mama. Now that Mama was treating him real nice, Daddy was treating him just fine too.

Mama, well she'd brought him a tin of two dozen homemade peanut butter cookies for driving them down to see Maggie. Shit, that was more than fair.

Maggie was still in the hospital and would be for another couple of days. Mama had brought her a real pretty bed jacket. He and Beth (well yeah Beth had done the shopping) brought a little dress for the baby and a box of chocolates for Maggie. Daryl was wishing his wife would have thought to get him a box of chocolates too. Well sure, it wasn't like he'd had a baby or anything, but heck he helped to make one didn't he? Shouldn't he get a box of chocolates for that? Maybe he'd mention that to her, or maybe not.

They visited, did plenty of cooing and making baby talk at that tiny baby with her head full of red fuzz, and before they knew it, it was time to head home.

He was pretty damn surprised that he actually enjoyed this day, in fact he'd had fun hanging with her folks and Abe and Maggie. And that little baby was about the cutest thing ever. She obviously had Abe's coloring, but Daryl hoped for her sake the little gal would get her looks from Maggie.

They were sitting on the sofa when she said, "I've decided Daryl, I think you should tell Merle first, after all this will be the first new baby on your side of the family, we already have Roxanne."

"Alright if that's what ya think Cream Puff then it sounds just right ta me. I'll give 'em a call, maybe we can stop by after I take ya ta church tomorrow."

"Can we have ice cream first?"

"Sure thing sounds perfect." He was never fucking saying "no" to ice cream again. He was teachable and he'd learned what was best for him.

Merle was real happy to hear the news, "Damn Little Brother that's great news that right there. I'm real happy for you n Peach. When's the Little Miss or Mister gonna make their appearance?"

"The way the Doc has it figured we only got about five n a half or maybe six months ta go. They give her a tentative date of September 1st, but I guess they can't be real sure 'bout these things."

Yes, the Brothers were talking like normal folks but Cassandra was screeching like a banshee, "Oh my gosh little Beth I can't believe it! I'm so excited! I just can't wait to spoil that baby. And oh my it's gonna be the prettiest baby ever born, just look at how pretty it's Mama is."

Merle, Daryl and Cassandra all celebrated with a can of beer, while Beth enjoyed a bottle of coke.

From there they went right out to the farm to share the news with Mama and Daddy. Now her folks took the news a little different and it surprised Daryl, a lot. Her Daddy got all teary eyed and sentimental and he hugged his daughter saying, "I can't believe my Baby's going to have a Baby."

Mama had been practically jumping for joy until that happened, but when she saw her husband get tears in his eyes, well then of course she teared up too, so then Beth really went after the crying. The whole thing made the Biker real uncomfortable but he guessed that was the way they did things, and he just kept his mouth shut about all of it.

The next Saturday morning after he got the grass cut he told her, "Cream Puff, we gotta get ya a family car. Sumthin' real suitable for a woman an a baby ta be drivin' around in. I's thinkin' of a station wagon, what're you thinkin' 'bout that?"

"Golly Daryl is that really it or do you just not want me to be driving your pickup anymore, because I've heard you don't like anyone touching it or anything."

"Now c'mon girl, I told ya a long time ago it ain't mine, everythin' is ours. A course it ain't that but think about it, we gotta have sumthin' big enough for you an me an the baby, and all the stuff ya gotta cart around with a baby. So I's thinkin' we get a real nice used station wagon, whaddya think Cream Puff?"

"Gosh I don't know anything about cars, why don't you just pick one and I'll like it fine if you say it's good."

He couldn't help smiling at her, damn she was cute, "Yeah well you're comin' with me, you're gonna be drivin' it mosta the time, should be you that picks it out."

Of course it ended up being his decision because she just didn't know, and just couldn't decide, and just wanted him to do it because all she knew about cars was how to drive one.

He got a 1956 Chevy Wagon, two tone white and turquoise. It was sharp as a tack and just like he thought she would, she looked damned adorable driving it.

To his way of thinking she'd always been a little over-sensitive but something, he guessed it was the pregnancy, had made that worse.

He'd been trying his damndest to never be the one to make her cry but shit, it was near impossible.

Like the day he'd gotten the trash out from under the kitchen sink and took it out to the incinerator. He came back in and stuck the wastebasket right back under the kitchen sink, like he always did. She said, "Now Daryl you didn't put that back right." He should have known right then he was in a fucking jam he wouldn't be able to get out of, why? Because he'd been putting it back that same way ever since he bought this place.

Still he questioned, like the idiot that he was, instead of just saying he was sorry, he said, "What the fuck Beth I put it back just the same like I always do."

And fuck if she didn't start crying like someone just died. She was just standing there with those tears spilling out and she said, "You think I'm bossy and you probably wished you never married me!"

Well fuck where did that come from? He had no idea. He just did like always when this shit started, he put his arms around her and held her tight and told her he loved her more than anything. Shit, it took about five minutes for her to calm down. By then he'd held onto her a while rubbing her back and putting his hands to her face, reassuring her that he loved her and could never even think about not wanting to be with her. And well after all that, he was in the mood for more than just hugging. Thank God she was too.

So it didn't turn out all bad.

The other thing the Biker couldn't get over was what and how much his little Cream Puff was eating. Sure he got that she was eating for two and all, but holy cow before she was pregnant he didn't think she ate enough for one. She was making up for it now.

He was starting to worry if they kept going out for ice cream like they'd been he was going to be the one who looked pregnant. Well not really, he had a metabolism like a dang field mouse – he could eat his weight in food every day. Lots of nervous energy he supposed.

And she didn't look one bit like she was gaining any weight except that cute little round belly. He liked that a lot more than she did. She was always complaining about being fat and that was a minefield for the Biker. If he said she wasn't she cried because she was sure he was just saying that to make her feel better. If he said something real stupid like he liked her round belly, holy fuck she'd really fall apart.

Yep, he'd just resigned himself to the fact that as long as she was pregnant every word he uttered was going to make her cry.

And nesting. She was like a little Robin feathering her nest. He told her he thought they ought to use the bigger bedroom for a nursery, it would work out good because when they had another child the kids could share that room.

She had finally liked one of his ideas and man was he relieved. So when she asked him to paint it yellow, and told him she would kind of like to have baby furniture in that blonde finish, why he jumped right on it.

She got curtains made lickety split and he hung them right up as soon as she asked. She had some little pictures and hooks for hanging things and whatnots, and whatever she asked him to do about that stuff he just hurried up and did it.

But it wasn't just the baby's room, she'd been cozying up the whole place, why it looked downright homey and real inviting. He found he was liking her style.

All the Biker was after at this point was a happy home with a happy little wife, who would still agree to make love with him. In fact that part seemed better than ever. She was all lovey dovey in bed and he wasn't complaining.

When that ninth month rolled around he felt himself becoming more and more nervous. Shoot it was close and he had his doubts about what kind of father he would be. He wanted to be a good one and that was his goal, to be exactly the kind of father he wished he would have had growing up.

She was a nervous wreck. Everything was done that could be done. The nursery was perfect and the cradle was all set in their room, just ready for their new baby. Her house was fixed up just the way she liked, and she even had that beautiful station wagon. But she was worried, would she be a good Mama, would she know what to do? She prayed she would be, she would just try real hard to be the kind of Mama she'd want to have.

They'd talked about whether they wanted a boy or a girl but neither of them would say they preferred one over the other. They just agreed they couldn't wait to meet their perfect little baby.

It was the end of August and so hot and humid a person could die from the oppressiveness of it all. Thank God they had a little window air conditioner it at least kept things bearable in the house.

They were sleeping pretty good when suddenly she let out a yelp and he found himself in a wet bed. He jumped up yelling, "What the fuck?"

She looked at him with panic in her own eyes, "It's time Daryl, my water broke."

"Shit, okay Baby no problem it just startled me awake n I didn't know what the fuck. I'ma throw my clothes on an get your bag in the car. Ya need help gettin' ready?"

"No I think I can manage, oh will you call the Doctor?"

"Oh shit, yeah, right now."

They were both a little unnerved but they managed to pull themselves together, get in the car and get to the hospital. Daryl was proud of himself for not passing out.

Of course once they got there they took his wife away from him to some mysterious place where the women went to have the babies. But not before he had a chance to kiss her and tell her how much he loved her. "I wish you could come with me Daryl, I'd feel so much better if you were there."

"I wish I could too Cream Puff, I hate ta think of ya bein' in there without me. I'll be in there ta see ya as soon as I can."

At six a.m. he called Merle and told him what was goin' on. "That's the best damn news ever Little Brother! Ya keep in touch with Cassandra today n let her know what's goin' on will ya? I'll check in with her n we'll see y'all at the hospital when I get offa work."

The he called Dirty and told him why he wouldn't be at work today, "That is some good news right there Little Brother. Good luck ta you an that little wife a yours."

Then he called Mama and Daddy, of course they'd call Maggie, Shawn and Virginia and then they'd be right over there to wait with him. Because of course it was 1959 so they'd just be in the waiting room with the other expectant Daddy's and Grandparents. Unable to see her or visit with her, or find out any information. It was torture.

They took turns going to coffee and snacks or using the rest room, they never wanted to all be gone at the same time, just in case there was word.

At one in the afternoon there was word. Her Doctor came in and said, "Congratulations Mr. Dixon, you have a son! You'll get to see your wife and son in about half an hour. The nurse will be in to get you."

He sat right back down, overwhelmed with the emotion of just hearing those words, "a son." Why 15 months ago if you'd have told him he'd be married to a beautiful young blond, that he'd have a son and that his life would be this good, this perfect, he would have told you you were a mental case. But it was all true.

She just wanted to see her Baby, get to hold him, and just as much as she wanted that she wanted her husband. And she wanted him to talk to these people, they told her that the Baby wouldn't be sleeping in the room with her, the Baby had to sleep in the nursery, the new Mama was not a happy girl. Daryl would make it better.

Finally they brought her Baby and her husband to her. They looked at each other and then at their baby and then back at each other with tears in their eyes.

Daryl couldn't keep his hands off the little fella's hands, they were so small and so perfect, and when his son's little fingers latched around one of his Daddy's fingers Daryl felt a love surge through him that caught him completely by surprise. He loved this little boy so much already he knew he'd kill for him, die for him, just the same as he'd do for the Bobby Soxer.

"What do you think we should name him Daryl?"

"I ain't the one that just spent hours makin' sure the little fella got into the world safe n sound, ya done everythin' Cream Puff. Ya done it all. I love ya so much, I love the boy so much. Ya name him whatever ya like an I'ma be just happy as could be."

"Golly, are you sure?"

"Yeah I'm sure. It's you're decision Cream Puff."

"Okay but when we have a girl you get to pick, okay?"

"Yeah sure, that sounds right." That was easy he'd pick Beth. No other choice really. He loved this woman and he'd be the proudest man on earth to have a daughter just like her.

"Well gosh then I know just what I want, your son's name is Daryl Lee Dixon."

And they teared right up again and he kissed her, and there was not a doubt in his mind they were the happiest family in the world.

The End for us, but for The Biker, the Bobby Soxer, and Little Daryl Lee, it's just the Beginning!

A/N Again, I thank you all so much. I hope you were pleased with the ending. I'd appreciate it if you would comment / review xo

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