Home Is Your Heartbeat ('Home Is' Book Two - Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 100 - Kooks (David Bowie)

Authors Note: You'll have noticed these last chapters of Home Is Your Heartbeat are a fair bit lengthier than usual. Fingers crossed they'll make up in some small way for the long delay in publishing.

Unfortunately, real life had to take precedence over my rampant (and quite frankly, ridiculous 🤣) imagination for a while.

Please forgive me and I hope they've been worth the wait.

Onyas!

NATE

"Need a piss, won't be a minute. So park yer ass again, missus. Like right now!"

Struth!  I was only going to stretch my legs  😐

'How about....no'  hovers on my lips, but instead I bite my tongue. Parked it again as my lord and master commanded. Quietly mouth "Bossy bitch"  instead. With a little smiling sigh.

As soon as his back was turned of course!

I glance over the grape trailers. Two of them are now attached to my quad bike, which we acquired from the winery. It's almost overflowing with fruit, smoked venison and some other tinned food. All is still secure though.

Daryl told me to leave the remainder. So before we left, I stashed it all safely down in one of the many huge cellars. Rat proofed it as best I could.

We're now only two miles from Hilltop and I'm so looking forward to seeing everyone again. Though at the same time?

Not exactly thrilled to be leaving our own private little idyll  😔

I give my burst of selfishness a very forceful shove back into the box where it belongs.

"Heard that. Yer better get used to doin what I say from now on. Cos I'm just gettin started and things are gonna change. Yes, Ma'am!"

"Yeah, yeah! Promises....promises Dixon."

"Damn fuckin right, woman!"

His 'end of story'  equivalent was growled back adamantly, making me sigh in total defeat.

Because I've finally recognised and reluctantly accepted the inevitable.

Back in Dover, at Jorge's headquarters? While we packed supplies, Tammy gave me the lowdown. On exactly what to expect.

Once Dixon revs up his usual 'husbandly over-protectiveness'. Then shifts gear into maximum, father-to-be, take no prisoners....hyperdrive.

"It always kicks in, eventually. The testosterone-addled version of baby-brain. Exorcism t'aint no use once he's possessed. You might  get some forewarning, honey. Though most likely?"

"It'll happen just like that! And almost turn you hubbycidal"  One hand patted my shoulder in sympathy while the other clicked its fingers in finality.

Hubbycidal, lol. How apt....and then some!  🤣

"This tiny precious will tell you  when to start easing up. Except your 'big baby'  will always believe that he knows best. So, let your man have his little victories. Save your strength for them battles truly worth your fight and energy."

"That's my two cents wo...."  She rolled her eyes in loving exasperation when Earl hollered out her name.

A regular occurrence so it seems.

"Sorry. That's his 'Can't find what I'm looking for....even though it's right under my dang nose'  voice. I'll be right back, honey."

Since then, Tammy's given me heaps more very wise if not downright hysterical first-time pregnancy tips. One of my faves being 'If you see a toilet in your dreams? Don't use it!'.