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

Chapter 28 - Better (Screaming Jets)

DARYL

Grabbing her hand, I lead Nate back into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry. Was just about to tell yer who....and give yer a chance to prepare yerself. Didn't think the word would get around so quick that yer home. Or they'd come stormin in like that."

Don't want to look at her in case she's angry. Thinking that I might've held it back on purpose?

So I busied myself by throwing the bowl of leftover venison hash into the microwave. Carol made some bread and I jammed that into the toaster. Stood there at the kitchen counter waiting for them to heat up.

And waiting....for my world to end again?

Then I felt her arms go around my waist like they do when she's ridin behind me on my bike. And her cheek rubbed itself against my back.

That was enough to tell me everything's Ok. Well....as Ok as it's gonna be for now.

But even that knowledge can't stop the shuddering breath of pure relief from escapin my chest.

"I know, Daryl. You don't need to apologise. Besides, no amount of warning could've ever  prepared me for that"  She replied softly.

I quickly wipe my eyes before twisting in her arms. Circle her in mine too, kissing the top of her head.

"Are yer gonna tell me what he said to yer?"  Nate looked up at me and slowly shook her head....no.

Kinda expected that. She hasn't lost her codes and even though we're married? I can't ask her, expect  her to break them.

"Are you  going to tell me  why he broke your nose?"  She countered, and I shook my head as well....smiling a bit sheepishly.

"What did Jorge say to yer then? Gata is about the only Spanish word I understand"  This Nate can do cos he spoke in front of everyone.

"Well, first off he said....Hello, little sister. It's been a while, my little assassin."

"Then when he went to leave....I love you, my little girl. You did well."  She winked up at me.

"Yep....he got that right for sure. Yer did do well....marrying me that is "  I smirk down at her.

Fakin my overconfidence I return that wink. As she rolled her eyes and groaned.

Turn to the microwave when it pings.

Jealousy, self-doubt or insecurity? Whatever it is that's turning my insides out, is actually a normal reaction for a man....a husband. Ain't it?

I mean, wouldn't yer  all feel the same? If the ex-boyfriend or whatever of yer  missus rocked up in yer very own home.

Looked at her and spoke to her the way he did. As if no one else existed. Like she was still his and his alone.

A guy who's younger than yer for a start. Most likely better educated. Didn't spend his life as a good-for-nuthin drifter and a shrink's worst nightmare.

A guy who probably treated her far better than yer ever have. Deserved her love.

And not the least....a guy who knows just about every inch of yer woman's body almost  as intimate as yer do. Who touched her, kissed her and taught her how to love his  body.

Made her eyes turn silver first?

Please....tell me I'm just as normal as the rest of yers? Cos I got no fuckin clue and I need something to help make this awful feelin disappear.