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When Ophelia woke up the next day — having slept the whole night — she felt refreshed and replenished. There was still a lot of work to do at the prison — growing crops, clearing out other cell blocks, patrolling the area...but, she felt better doing it now than she did a couple of days ago.
As she made her way through the cellblock, she saw Lori eating breakfast with Carl at the table. Everyone else had already left, or they were still asleep in their cells.
"Morning, Hun." Lori smiled.
"Morning." She smiled back. "Sleep well?"
"No. Mom talks all the time in her sleep." Carl told her, as he cleared his plate. "And then she wakes up in the middle of the night and starts walking around really loudly."
"Well, why don't you try carrying around an 8 month old baby inside of you?" Lori chuckled. "And then tell me how you sleep."
"I don't need to." Carl grinned. "I'm a boy."
"Yeah." Lori said, ruffling her child's hair. "Exactly."
Carl wrinkled his nose as his mother ruffled his hair, trying to push her hand away.
"So, what do you reckon?" Ophelia asked with an amused smile. "A boy or girl?"
"With the way that this one is kicking me? I wanna say a boy." Lori laughed quietly. "But, honestly, I don't know."
Lori then turned to face her child again, picking up his plate. "Come on you, go and get dressed. Your father will start wondering where we are."
"Fine." Carl groaned, standing up of off the table and walking off into his cell to get changed.
"He'll miss having me around to boss him about one day." Lori chuckled as she stood up.
"He will." The girl nodded. "Most people don't realise what they have until it's gone."
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"Glenn, Maggie!" The small group — Rick, Daryl, T-dog, Ophelia and Carol — all shouted loudly up at the guard tower, as they all tried to get the attention of Maggie and Glenn.
A few moments later Glenn came out of the guard tower, quickly trying to tuck in his messy shirt and button up his trousers, as though no one would notice.
