My civilisation (D.D)

Forty four: A cold.

//Daryl's POV//

Two days had past and Ophelia was still laying in bed fast asleep.

The past two days had been fucking hard.

Ophelia had caught a nasty ass cold so was constantly sleeping, coughing or sneezing. And I must say it's a miracle I hadn't caught it yet, since every night I would hold her close and everyday I would bring her up breakfast and dinner.

Holding a bottle of water in my hand did I trudge up the stairs.

I was hoping she would be better by tomorrow. I didn't want to leave her like this just to go recruiting with Aaron.

Slowly opening the door I crouched down by the bed go see Ophelia was awake and still in my jumper.

"Drink." I instructed handing her the bottled water.

Sighing she took a small sip of the water before handing it back to me.

I put a hand on the side of her face to find her temperature had gone down.

Thank the lord.

"How yer feelin'?"

"Better." She yawned placing her hand over mine.

"Are you still going out with Aaron tomorrow?"She asked leaning her head on her shoulder.

Nodding I shuffled closer to the side of the bed.

I can't believe she made herself so ill for a kid.

But that's my girl. She was had a heart of gold despite her sassy ass and I couldn't help but smile at the thought that she would be a fan fucking tasting mother one day.

I could imagine a little Ophelia running around the house one day. She would have her smile and my crossbow skills.

Wait.

What am I thinking? I'd be a shit farther. I don't like kids.

But I couldn't help that I'd love to have a kiddo with Ophelia one day.

Shaking my head I didn't realise I had been staring at Ophelia for so long.

"What you thinking?" She asked propping herself up on an elbow.

"Nothin'." I lied.

"Dixon I can tell when your lying."