Months passed but not much went on. It was January now and fucking freezing. I couldn't stand it and couldn't wait until Summer again. It was fine for the most part…until the heater downstairs stopped working. We were both about to turn in for the night when it happened.

"Dammit." Daryl hit the heater with his fist. "I thank it might be broke fer real this time."

"You can't fix it?" I looked at him and widened my eyes.

He turned and looked at me for a few seconds before answering. "I can try but…" He trailed off and looked back at it.

I shook my head and came to the realization that it was dark and would be hard to see. "Just…worry about it tomorrow." I said. He looked at me. "It's late. Let's just try to deal with it." I nodded.

"Yeah." Daryl agreed with me. "Sorry." He put his hand on my head as I turned and slid his hand down the back of my hair. It felt good.

I made my way over to the bed and he went to his sofa bed. It was so cold that I got into bed with all my clothes on and snuggled up with my blankets trying to get warm. It was nearly impossible. I was shaking. I was becoming desperate as I tried but failed to warm up.

Just then, a thought occurred to me. Maybe Daryl would come sleep with me? We could keep each other warm. He was always warm. I bet it would feel nice. I thought. I shook that thought and decided to just ask him.

"Daryl?" I knew he couldn't be asleep yet.

However, he took a second to answer me. "Yeah?" He finally said.

"It's freezing."

"…I know."

My eyes casted down and I hesitated. "…will you come sleep with me?" I blurted out. "We could keep each other warm." There was a moment of silence that worried me. I bit my lip. Maybe he doesn't want to. Maybe it would be awkward for him. "Please?" I didn't even try to keep the desperation out of my voice.

Daryl never responded, but I heard him get up and start walking over to me. I felt a little relieved when I saw him standing there. I just scooted over so he could slide in on that side. "You sure?" He asked me.

"Yes." I nodded. "Please."

Daryl looked a little strange and cleared his throat, then he quickly got in the bed with me. I was shaking and moved closer to him to get some of his warmth. My hand accidentally touched his, I saw him glance down. "You really are cold." He said holding my hand. "Here. Turn over." I did what he said and rolled over facing away from him, then he wrapped his arms around me. It was like we were spooning. I put both of my arms around his so he could get some of my warmth too. I breathed out and trembled a little. "You alright?"

"Yeah." I breathed out. "Just really cold." I thought for a moment. "I should be able to warm up now though. Thanks, Daryl."

"Anythang fer my girl…even if ya don't wanna be."

My eyes casted down at his words. It made me think of my dad and his last words to Daryl, which saddened me a little. "Daryl…do you believe in the afterlife?" I randomly asked.

"Nah." He answered almost immediately. There was a brief pause. "Do you?"

I swallowed before answering. "I don't know." I sighed. "I mean…I always did before but…I hope it's real." I took a breath. "I just like to think that my parents and brother are somewhere…together." I admitted.

"…maybe they are." Daryl tried to reassure me. I could tell he just said it to try and make me feel better though. He doesn't really believe that.

"Sometimes I just…" I stopped myself. Should I tell him this? He might think it's weird. Oh well. I already started saying it, I guess I can't back out now. "I get these feelings…of like hopelessness." I looked down. "I'm not depressed or anything like that…it's just…sometimes I'm just like…what am I doing here? Like what's the point of all this? Why do I wanna live in this ugly world?" I breathed out. "My whole family is gone. Maybe I should be too."

"No they ain't." He said. "You got Judith and Michonne…and soon you'll have another sister or brother." He paused. "And me. I want you here."

"Really?" I said sadly. "Why?"

Daryl seemed to hesitate. "Yer dad wanted me to look after you." He finally said. I looked down. That wasn't the answer I was hoping for. Also, the way Daryl said that, it almost sounded as if he wanted to say something else, but said that instead. "Everythang's gonna be fine." He spoke again. "Try and get to sleep now."

I wasn't sure how I felt right then, but I could tell that Daryl didn't want to talk anymore so I just let it go. "…okay."

Time went by and Daryl and I were getting along okay but things still weren't like they used to be. That was okay for now though.

Then one day, it was time.

"Push, Michonne!" Siddiq said to her. "One more push."

Michonne, looking tired as ever, turned her head to me. "Abby." She held up her hand.

I immediately took her hand in mine. "It's okay." I told her. "You can do this. It's almost done."

Just then, the door opened. "Mommy." It was Judith.

I ran over to her to block her view of Michonne. "Go home, Judith. This isn't a place for children." I said harshly and pushed her out the door. "Stay with Daryl."

"You're mean, Abby!" She yelled from outside. "I'd never be as mean to my new brother or sister as you!"

I ignored her and went back to Michonne. Michonne gritted her teeth and gave one more big push. "That's it." Said Siddiq. I looked down as I heard a baby crying. "It's a boy." Siddiq smiled and started taking care of the baby.

I grinned from ear to ear then turned to my step mom. "It's a boy." I said. "You have a son, Michonne." She laid her head back, she looked relieved but also happy.

Siddiq brought the baby over and laid him on Michonne's chest. She held him and cried a little. I just smiled and looked at his perfect, little face. I have a little brother again.

I stayed in the infirmary with Michonne and the baby. Michonne was resting so I was holding the baby. I instantly fell in love with him. I don't know what it was. I've always liked boys better than girls. Ever since I was a little kid, I always had way more boy friends than girl friends. Also, I grew up with a little brother so maybe it had something to do with Carl. Not to say that I don't love my little sister. It's just…I bond better with males than females.

I smiled down at him and gently rubbed his fuzzy little head. The door opened just then. I looked up to see Daryl. "Hey." He said softly. "How is she?"

"She's good." I whispered and walked over to him. "She's resting." I showed him the baby. "She had a boy." I grinned.

Daryl looked at him. "Oh, look at that." He grinned ever so slightly. He seemed a bit uncomfortable.

"Do…you wanna hold him?"

"Nah." He said immediately and put his hands up. I gave him a weird look. "I ain't good with babies."

I gave him a stupid look. "You were the first one who fed my sister. Remember?"

Daryl's mouth pressed into a thin line. "Alright. But just fer a minute."

I smiled and passed the baby to him. He held him better than I did. The baby made a noise and looked like he smiled. Daryl looked at me with a funny little smile on his face. I couldn't help but smile back. I just watched him rocking the baby. Seeing Daryl with a baby gave me a strange feeling. I didn't even get that feeling with Leon. It made me feel weird so I tried to shake that thought.

I cleared my throat and swallowed. "Um…where's Judith?" I asked. "I'm surprised she didn't come too." I looked down feeling a little guilty. "I kinda…yelled at her earlier."

"Yeah, she's mad at you." Daryl said with a smirk. I had to smirk back. "Don't worry. She'll come around." I just nodded. "Hey, why don't you…go home and get somethin' to eat?"

"No, I can't." I said. "I don't wanna leave Michonne."

"I'll stay." Daryl offered. "Go on. She'll be fine."

I wanted to stay with Michonne, but I had to admit that I was really hungry and a little tired. "Okay." I agreed. "And…I'll talk to Judith." I touched his arm as I walked by. "Thanks, Daryl." I gave him a smile. He nodded and gave me a small smile back.

Michonne named the baby Rick Junior. I liked it but thought it would be weird to call him Rick so I started calling him RJ. It just stuck and soon everybody else did too. I helped out with RJ as much as I could while Michonne was recovering. I didn't mind at all either. I loved him immediately. It made me kind of want a baby of my own. I never really even thought of children before now but…maybe one day. In the future.

It was a few months later. I was holding RJ and feeding him a bottle. Michonne was upstairs resting, she had a rough night. I smiled down at him.

"You gotta knack fer that?" I heard Daryl's rough voice say. I gave him a look. "Yer just always holdin' 'im." He pointed out.

I let out a laugh and looked down at the baby before speaking. "I love him." I smiled. "I get to have a little brother again." I stared down at him. "I'm glad Michonne had a boy. I never wanted a…" I stopped myself and looked up wide-eyed. "Oh my God." I put my hand over my mouth and looked back to see if Judith was around. Thankfully, she wasn't. "I almost said something really awful." I let out a nervous laugh. "I love my sister but…I've just always been closer with boys." I said to try and make it sound better. "I hope she didn't hear me." I said referring to Judith.

"Don't worry about it." Daryl waved me off.

I gave him a small smile. I knew he wouldn't judge me. "It kinda makes me…want to have a baby." I laughed.

Daryl let out a laugh too. "Alright."

I laughed again. "First I need the man." I smirked. "But I don't see any around." I sighed.

"Wow. Thanks." Daryl raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't mean it like that." I looked at him. "I just meant…" I stopped myself. "You wanna have a baby with me?" I looked at him with wide-eyes and laughed.

"Nah, I'm good." He put his hands up. "I'd do the first part but not the rest."

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. I was shocked to hear him say something like that. "W-what?" I said with a laugh.

"Kiddin'." He held his hands up and laughed a little. "I'm just kiddin'. It was a bad joke." He smirked. I let out a laugh more of surprise than humor.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. That's weird. I didn't even hear her before. How long was she standing there before she came down? "Hey." I turned to Michonne. "Were you able to get some sleep?"

"A little." She said. I wondered how much? She still looked really tired.

"You want somethin' to eat?" Daryl offered. "I was just about to make—

"No, I'm not hungry." Michonne cut him off before he finished his sentence. I gave her a look. "Is RJ okay?"

"Yeah." I showed her, he was asleep in my arms. "I got him. He just ate, now he's sleeping."

"Perfect." She said. "You're good at that." I just gave her a smile.

"Yeah." Daryl said. "She wants a baby now, she says." He smirked.

I gave him a look. "Yeah, but that's not gonna happen, is it?" I teased him. "I asked Daryl if he'd help me out but he said no." We both laughed.

When I looked back at Michonne, she was eyeing us differently. It made me do a double take. What's up with her? Michonne was looking at the floor. "You know I was thinking," she started, I gave her a look. "Now that RJ is old enough to have his own room, he can take Judith's old room and maybe…you could move back into your room, Abby." She said randomly.

I gave her a look of confusion. "W-why?"

"Of course, you'll have to share with Judith." She said.

I made a noise. "I'm a little old to be sharing a room with my little sister."

"Well, I think it's a little inappropriate for you and Daryl to be sharing a space." She said.

I looked at her with my mouth open, I had things I wanted to say but didn't know what. I was just super confused. She never seemed to mind before. Why the sudden change? I was dumbfounded so I decided to mess with her instead. "Why? What do you think we're doin' down there?" I smirked at her. Daryl kind of smirked too but looked away like he got embarrassed or something.

"I'm serious." Michonne kind of snapped.

My attitude changed a little. Now I was getting annoyed. "I don't understand. Why?" I gave her a stupid look.

Michonne didn't answer right away. "Daryl should have his own space." She said.

"Oh, so I'm in the way?" I said getting angry.

"No, not like that." She said. "I just think it would be better if you moved back upstairs."

"Well, I'm not sharing a room with my six year old sister." I snapped. "Sorry but that's not happening." I got up and laid RJ in his little crib that was downstairs. I didn't want to be in this room anymore. "Maybe I should move out." I looked at my step mom. "I should be moved out anyway." With that, I walked downstairs to my room.

I sighed as I laid down on the bed trying to cool down. I know Michonne is still going through hormone changes and she's not getting enough sleep, but that doesn't give her the right to be a bitch.

Later that day, I stayed away from Michonne and kept to myself downstairs. To keep me busy, I decided to do some cleaning. It's been a while so I figured the house probably needed it.

I was dusting when Daryl came down. "Hey." He said. "You okay?"

"Fine." I said. "Just thought I'd do some cleaning."

Daryl nodded. There was a brief pause. He looked like he wanted to say something but hadn't said it yet. "Hey, can we talk?"

"Sure." I turned to him for a second. "What about?" I went back to dusting.

Daryl seemed to hesitate because he didn't speak right away. "Now that Michonne and the baby are alright…I was thankin' about uh…leavin'."

I suddenly got that feeling when someone jumps out and scares you. I turned to him. "Leaving?"

"Yeah like…goin' away fer a while." He nodded.

"W-where?" My eyes widened.

"I'on know." He shrugged. "Maybe Hilltop. I heard they need help."

"What about here?" I put my arms out. I was starting to feel desperate, like I was about to lose something. "We need help here."

"Yeah, but…" Daryl looked down and trailed off.

I stared at him. Suddenly, I had a thought. "Is this because of what Michonne said?" I asked him. He didn't answer that but I could tell from the look on his face that it was. "It is, isn't it?" I nodded. "It doesn't bother me. I don't mind sharing a space with you." I shook my head. "Does it bother you?"

"No." He said. "But…she is right…in a way."

My eyes began to well up with tears so I looked down so he wouldn't see. I don't want Daryl to leave, but what I want never seems to matter. That thought made me angry. I breathed out and dropped the feather duster walking away.

"Abby?" Daryl questioned me.

"So that's it?" I said. "You kill my fiancé, make me hate you, then make me like you all over again just so you can leave?" I was emotional but it was taken over by anger. "You must like playing with my emotions like this…because you sure do it a lot."

"Abby." Daryl touched my shoulder and tried to turn me to him. "I didn't mean to make you upset."

I scoffed and turned away. The tears were coming now. "I lost my entire family." I said turning back to him. "I don't wanna lose you too."

Something changed in his expression. He put his hands on my arms and looked at me in the eyes. "Do you not want me to go?"

"No, I don't." I said immediately. "I want you to stay."

Daryl nodded. "I won't go then. I won't go." I looked into his eyes to see if he was lying to me, I couldn't tell. "C'mere." He pulled me in for a hug, we embraced tightly. It made me feel slightly better. "I'm sorry." He said. "Fer everythang."

I inhaled. "Me too."

"No." He said quickly and pulled me back so he could look at me. "You don't gotta apologize. I'm the asshole, not you. Got it?"

I stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded letting out a small laugh. He hugged me again. I was relieved that he agreed to stay but more relieved that he stayed because I wanted him to. My opinion mattered for once. Maybe things are changing.

One day in the fall, Daryl got a turkey so we decided to have a little Thanksgiving celebration. Michonne and I made some other food items too. I made mashed potatoes and pie for dessert and Michonne made a salad.

Everything looked so good, I couldn't wait to dig in. "Smells good." I said. "I only wish we had stuffing. That used to be my favorite."

"Really? The stuffing?" Michonne said like I was crazy. "I like the mashed potatoes."

"I like the turkey." Daryl said.

"Of course you do." I teased him.

"I never had Thanksgiving before." Judith said. I gave her a sympathetic look. "Before we eat, can we do what we did in school today?"

"What's that?" Michonne asked her.

"Go around the table and everyone says something they're thankful for." She grinned.

I sighed but laughed. "We had to do that…before the turn…every year on Thanksgiving." I raised my eyebrows slightly annoyed.

"Well then, we're gonna do it." Michonne gave me a look and smiled. "Why don't you go first, Judith?"

"Okay!" She said excitedly. "I'm thankful for mommy, Abby, Uncle Daryl, my baby brother and my friends!" She grinned. We all smiled at her. "Oh and daddy in heaven."

"Yeah…I wish he was here for this." I said.

Michonne rubbed my arm, we gave each other a sad smile. "Why don't you go next?" I said to her.

"Well…like Judith, I'm thankful for my friends and family, especially Rick for giving me my beautiful baby boy and for Siddiq who delivered him and Abby for being there for me." She smiled at me. "And my sweet, little Judith." She tapped Judith's nose making her giggle. "And of course for Daryl too."

"Your turn, Uncle Daryl!" Judith said to him.

Daryl was rubbing his chin and looked down. "I'on know. I ain't good with this stuff." He looked up. "I'm thankful fer all y'all and fer the food."

We all laughed. "That's what I'm saying." Said Michonne. "I'm thankful for the food." We laughed again.

There was a brief pause. "Abby's turn." Judith pointed at me.

I sighed loudly and looked down. "I'm thankful for…the family sitting right in front of me, and my family in heaven…and for…forgiveness." I said looking at Daryl. He looked at me with a slightly surprised look, I gave him a nod. He smiled at me from across the table. It was like we had this moment that was just between us. "Alright." I said feeling a little awkward now. "Can we eat now?" We all laughed.

We all began eating and talking and having a nice time. I let out a laugh as I sipped my wine. "I always have this dream where I'm putting all this good looking food on my plate, but then I always wake up before I get to eat it." I laughed.

Michonne pointed at me with wide-eyes. "I have that dream too!"

"You too?" I said. "It sucks." We all laughed. It was a really nice time that I wish some of the others could've been here for.

"Whoa." I said while in the bathroom. I almost fell but caught myself. I guess I drank a little too much. I giggled as I walked out almost walking right into Daryl. "Oh, sorry." I giggled.

He laughed a little too. "That's okay, sweetie."

I was all giggly and went into the kitchen where I left my glass of wine. The leftover turkey wouldn't fit in the fridge upstairs so we had to put it in ours down here. I opened the fridge and started picking at it while Daryl was in the bathroom.

"What are ya doin'?" He said behind me. He must have come out without me hearing him.

"Picking…at the turkey." I giggled. He came over and started doing the same thing. I backed up and stumbled again but caught myself. "Whoa." I said.

"What the hell's wrong with you, girl?" He said with a smile and squinted his eyes. "You drunk?"

"I must be." I laughed. "You are too." I teased him.

"I ain't drunk." He drank the rest of his wine.

"I'll get us a refill." I grinned.

"I thank ya had enough." He raised his eyebrows.

I gave him a look. "There's never enough wine." I giggled, which made him laugh too. I refilled our glasses, then handed him his. Daryl and I were talking and being funny until I accidentally knocked over my wine glass. It spilled all over the couch. "Oh no." I said. Then I realized something else. "Oh, Daryl, that's your bed. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He said.

I grabbed some napkins and started to clean it up. It only came up so much. "You can't sleep there tonight. It's soaked."

"Nah, it's fine."

I gave him a look. "I'm not letting you sleep there." I looked back at the stain and thought. "You know what, it was my fault. You take the bed and I'll sleep here tonight."

"I ain't gonna let you sleep there neither." He looked at me.

I suddenly had a thought, a thought that gave me butterflies in my stomach. "We could…both…sleep in the bed." I suggested.

Daryl seemed to hesitate. "…or I could just sleep on the floor."

I tilted my head at him. "You don't have to sleep on the floor, Daryl." He kind of looked down awkwardly. "We're both adults. We can share a bed. We did it before." I pointed out.

There was a pause. "Alright." He finally said. "Whatever."

I gave him a nod, then turned away because I couldn't hide the grin that was forming. Sleeping in the same bed with Daryl gave me this excited feeling in my stomach.

When it was time to go to bed, we seemed to sober up a bit. We stood on either side waiting for the other to get in. I was wearing a t-shirt with my shorts that I always wear, Daryl was pretty much fully clothed besides his shoes. I decided to take the lead and get in first getting under the covers. Daryl did a few seconds after but didn't get under the blankets. It was a little awkward at first, neither one of us were making eye contact. "Do you…want the light off?" I asked him to make it less awkward.

"Sure." Was all he said.

Without saying anything else, I reached over and turned out the light leaving us in darkness. I laid facing away from him. Taking a peek, I saw that he did the same so our backs were to each other.

The window in the kitchen was cracked to let some air in, but there was a really loud cricket outside that sounded like it was right outside the window. It was driving me crazy. I decided to say something. "I'm gonna kill it." I said.

"What?" Daryl questioned me. "Oh." He said before I could answer him, then laughed. He must have realized.

"That's the loudest cricket I've ever heard." I said. "I hate them."

"They never really bothered me."

There was a short pause. "Do you know why crickets chirp?" I asked him. I started telling him before he answered me. "The males do that to attract females. So whenever you hear the chirping, it's just a bunch of horny crickets." I let out a laugh. Daryl did too.

Just then, the chirping stopped. "It stopped." I said. "Oh my God. Is he getting laid right now?" I smiled. "Thank God for her. Now we don't have to listen to him anymore." I laughed again.

There was an even longer pause. Laying here next to Daryl was giving me certain thoughts. I remembered when he kissed me that time. We never talked about it afterwards. I thought about bringing it up. "Hey, Daryl?"

"Yeah?" He breathed out. I hope I'm not annoying him.

I rolled over so I was looking at the back of his head now. "Remember when we went out…to find those guys? The one that killed my dad?" I started. "You kissed me…in the woods…then we never talked about it." I paused and he hadn't said anything. "Why'd you do that?"

He cleared his throat. "I'on know."

"Oh come on." I scoffed. "You don't just kiss someone for no reason." I raised my eyebrows. "Not like that at least."

Daryl slightly turned his head but didn't speak right away. "…it weren't fer no reason, okay?"

I stared at his head. After a few seconds, he laid back down. "So…do you like me?"

He snorted. "What the hell are ya talkin' 'bout? Course I like you."

"But I mean…like that." There was a moment of silence where neither of us said anything. "Is that why you killed my fiancé? Because you like me?"

"Abby." Daryl said like he wanted me to stop.

"If you tell me that's why, it might change things a little bit." I said seriously. "It might make me…feel…a little better."

Daryl breathed out but didn't speak right away. "Yeah." He finally said. "Okay? I like ya."

A feeling of relief came over me but also of happiness. "Good." I smiled. "Cuz I like you too." I paused. "I've liked you for a long time." I admitted.

"Really?" He sounded surprised or maybe like he didn't believe me.

"Yeah. Way before Leon." I looked at my fingers. "I just never said anything because…well…I think it's obvious why I didn't say anything." I let out a laugh. "So…what happens now?"

Daryl breathed out. "I'on know."

"Please don't say that…as an answer."

"I'm serious." He raised his voice a little. "I don't know."

I paused. "Wanna have sex?" I smiled.

Daryl let out a small laugh. "Abby."

"I'm serious." I said for real. "I want to."

Daryl seemed like he was considering it, then shook his head. "Yer drunk."

"No, I'm not." I said seriously, he let out another laugh. "I'm so sober." I stared at the back of his head. "C'mon." I moved closer to him and planted a kiss on his neck. "Please, Daryl." I continued kissing his neck.

Finally, he rolled over to face me. We locked eyes for a moment, then kissed each other on the lips. We pulled apart and stared at each other intensely. I went in again and we continued kissing as I got on top of him. We stopped so that I could take my shirt off, Daryl stared at me in the moonlight. He looked like he realized something and starting taking his shirt off too by unbuttoning it.

We kissed some more. I felt Daryl's hands on my waist, he started pulling my shorts down. I could feel the cool air on my bare butt. Reaching down, I started unbuttoning his pants.

"Mm." He said then pulled away, I gave him a confused look. "Shouldn't we…" He trailed off.

I realized that he was referring to protection and laughed a little. "That's cute." I said. He made a noise like he got a little angry at me. "I don't care about getting pregnant, Daryl." I admitted. "And…I don't think that'll happen anyway." He still looked a little unsure. "It'll be fine." I whispered trying to reassure him.

Finally, he let it go and we started kissing again. I rolled over on my back and slid my shorts the rest of the way off, he did the same with his pants. Now Daryl was on top. He started roughly kissing me on my neck and slowly went all the way down to my sex. Up until this point, it was hardly romantic but I mean…it was hot.

I could tell I was ready. "Okay." I told him.

Daryl looked up at me, then moved back up. "You sure you wanna do this?"

I smiled. "I've never been more sure before." I let out a laugh.

We stared at each other, I kissed his cheek, then he moved a little. I felt him enter me and I winced. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said all breathy. "Just do it."

Daryl started moving in and out of me, it was feeling so good. So much better than any of the other times I've had sex. Even with Leon, which made me feel a little guilty. I wonder how bad this is? I'm having sex with the guy who killed my fiancé.

I moaned loudly at that thought and started breathing heavily. I was close already. I just let go and orgasmed intensely. It was fast but it was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I breathed out loudly.

Daryl stopped right then and tensed up a little, I knew he finished and came inside me. He looked a little awkward as he moved off me and laid down next to me. I was still breathing heavily. "Wow." I said wide-eyed. "That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had." I smiled.

Daryl turned his head to look at me and slightly smirked. I had to laugh. He started getting up. "I'mma go for a smoke." He quickly put his pants on, but left his shirt off.

"You're coming back, right?" I looked at him wide-eyed.

He seemed to hesitate. Maybe he didn't plan on coming back to bed with me. "…sure. If ya want me to?" He finally said.

"Yeah." I smiled and nodded. I sat up on my knees and kissed him on the cheek. He touched my face for a second, then walked upstairs so he could go outside. I laid back on the bed and smiled. I just had sex…with Daryl Dixon.

Well...it finally happened...Abby forgave Daryl...then fucked him XD What'd you think? Please let me know.

Also, Happy St. Patrick's Day! :D