Dixon Blue |Daryl Dixon| (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2: Wonderful

        Maybe I was unfair in keeping Baelee from him, but I'm not afraid to admit that I'm a selfish person. We had grown apart, but not from lack of love. Seeing him, having him be a part of my life, would only mean I'd never get over him, and he wasn't good for me. If that meant stealing away our daughter, so be it. Maybe I'm a special kind of awful, but he was no saint himself. We were just a couple of misfits in love, and those stories don't have happy endings. 

 

        He was waiting for me underneath the willow tree, like a bad love song waiting to happen. I was newly pregnant, and he had no idea. The test was warm in my back pocket, tucked behind my billowing white shirt. "You're late." He said, tossing the butt of his cigarette in the dry grass beside him.

        "That's an understatement." I muttered under my breath. 

        He scowled down towards me. "The hell's that s'posed to mean?" 

        Daryl was cold as usual, but I knew it was only because his brother was a hop, skip and jump away, working on his own baby, the motorcycle. “Nothing. Sorry I mentioned it.” I wanted to hug him, kiss him, do things that normal couples did when they were in love. We had so many restrictions and guidelines, I could hardly ever keep up with them. But I knew deep in those eyes, something reached me he couldn’t control, and I liked to call it love. 

        “Whatever. Ready?” He was taking me deep in the forest to hunt a deer. It might have been unromantic to many people, but being alone with him was better than any candle lit dinner. Besides, I’ve never been impressed with money and all those cheap affections it buys. 

        I gave him a half smile, holding up a couple bottles of water and a pack. He quickly grabbed it and slung it over his shoulder. “You pack too much. We’re huntin’ not goin’ on a damn tour.” 

        Through his coldness, all I could feel was the baby even though it was too soon for me to feel anything that the doctors could ever prove. His blood, his DNA was coursing through me, and he still, unknowingly, kept me so far away from him. “Last time I got hungry. Besides, you refuse to do anything I want to, so I’m improvising.” 

        He scoffed and started leading the way. As we set aside our things in the meadow that resided deep in the trees, I proceeded to watch him track and kill a deer. The whole time he gave me pointers, survival tips. When was I ever going to need these things? Why couldn’t we just go out to eat, see a movie? I guess I was a girl in those respects, but I was a Dixon’s girl, and we are expendable. Yet he refused to break up with me; we had been together for four years.

        I spread out the blanket when we returned and picked out a couple of sandwiches I had made. “I hope ya were payin’ attention, next time you’re gonna get a deer.” I cringed, taking a bite of the sandwich. Mustard. The taste sent my body in complete shock. I ran behind a big tree and threw up; no more mustard ever again.

        He was behind me, rubbing my back gently. It was in times like this where he would show me he cared, even though his words couldn't quite make the distance. “Ya sick?” He asked. 

        “Something like that.” I wiped my mouth as he gave me a mint leaf to clear the taste. I quickly started to chew it. He guided me back to our blanket, taking a bottle of water and making me drink it.

        There was a long silence as he ate, but I was having an internal war. I had no idea if I could tell him. “Do you think you’ll settle down?” I asked him, dancing around the subject.