DARYL
Neither of us were capable of sayin another word.
Nate eventually laid a gentle, yet wobbly kiss on my head. Then hauled a loudly protesting Alfie off to the trailer.
So, I settle down by the fireplace to dry off. Trying to stop thinkin or feelin and simply stare at the flames instead.
But then, I've had months of practice at that ain't I? Have more than excelled at not thinkin or feelin much about anything.
Yeah....I knew. Deep down I've always known.
Didn't set out to deliberately forget, I swear. Reckon my head gave me no other choice but to 'not remember'? To bury everything completely.
Just gotta work out why. But not today and definitely....not now.
I do the math. Nate's twenty-four and we've been married well over three years now. Spent almost half of that apart though. Again....thanks to me 🙁
Our little man is just shy of turnin two. Little wonder he's so grown up, eh? And his hair is goin darker too. Have missed so much of it all, he ain't a baby anymore.
And I'm now thirty-nine. Sittin here. While recollecting exactly what I wanted to get as a present for that particular birthday.
"Lunch is ready. But....if you need some more time?" Nate whispered.
"Had me far too much of that already. I'm getting there, Baby Girl....honest" I got dressed in the warm clothing she handed over.
Including my vest which is now clean again, thanks to the missus.
Can say those words and mean it. For how long though? Is another question entirely.
"Dobby is a free elf!" She exploded in hysterics when Alfie proudly dumped a pair of thick winter socks in my lap.
Sometimes?
My Little Idiot has herself this sense of humour that's far beyond normal comprehension. So now, Alfie and I are more confused than a pair of chameleons stuck inside a bag full of Skittles.
Who or what the fuck....is a Dobby?
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Alfie refused to let me outta his sight and demanded my full attention from then on.
Probably showed me every single toy he had in his possession. Afore handin over dozens of pictures he'd drawn.
All of me and him....apparently? 🤔
'Dadda n' Appee run tinks!" The tangled and crazy mess of squiggles captures my likeness perfectly.
I almost inhale my sausages, gravy and veg. While he babbled non-stop through his own mouthfuls. With his Momma having to frequently translate.
She knows I'm plumb tuckered out and can tell I'm fading even faster. Ordered us both to bed once I'd eaten my fill and more.
Thought I was gonna have to find some hidden reserves to keep up with my Champ a little bit longer. But after a minute of him bouncin about on the mattress, he literally flopped and flaked.
Love him more than words can say. But Jeez, I adore him even more....now that he's totally unconscious.
"He's fuckin exhausting nowadays....ain't he?" I groan when my dog-tired body slides under the warm covers.
Nate's tiny smirk is tellin me I've been getting off lightly so far. She made to carry him out to his own spot on the sofa.
"No don't! Yer might wake him."
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Home Is Ours ('Home Is' Book Three - Daryl Dixon)
FanfictionSemi-mature. Book Three picks up fourteen months after the last chapter of Home Is Your Heartbeat. Nate is an Aussie girl who was stranded in Georgia during the outbreak. During the ensuing years, she and fellow survivor Daryl Dixon kept fighting fo...
