-BookTwo-
...It's just too late...
They aren't the same as they once were.
She isn't as trusting. He isn't as kind.
Both are filed by anger, the other one left behind.
One year together.
A decade apart...Then the Apocalypse.
Lots of ANGER. Lots of...
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"Mom! Please! I'll stay out of the way, I'll do everything you say...I want to come!" I closed my eyes and rubbed my brow, and just as my daughter was about to whine once more. I gave up. Throwing my hands in the air as I nodded for her to get her things.
"Ya lettin' her come?"
"If I hear one more rumor from you about that damn kid?... Yeah, I'm taking her everywhere." He grumbled a reply all while throwing over one last bag for us to bring. We were just driving past a few local farms to see if anything will come across. More or less the horse stable is done, and the given pens are complete. All we need now is to get them filled up.
"Ya were clueless when I met ya...Ya really think some punk ass kid's gonna know anything 'bout—" I had to plant my foot down, and instead of saying anything. I just covered him hand with my mouth.
"I swear to god Dixon..." I warned, and he just chuckled underneath my hand. Smiling up a god damn storm as I felt his lips rise up.
"Ya tell her 'bout the birds and the bees yet?" He mumbled, and I shook my head. I wasn't really in favor of giving her any ideas, especially that intimate.
But the fact that Daryl's completely fine with her hanging around the guy, it makes me worried that when I do tell him. Everything about his morals and her actions will be persuaded in a different way. I'm already overbearing, why have another parent who's the same?
"Aight, I got out of watch tower tonight. Was thinkin' we can grab a drink?" I smirked, widely at that as I took away my hand from his mouth. But I just faulted once again.
It's been another week, and I haven't told him that I aborted the baby. And I don't think I ever will. Not like the Addie lie, I feel it in my heart that one day I'll tell him. Or he'll figure it out.
"If you promise never to say anything like that again." He nodded, mumbling the word 'promise' as he gave me a small peck on the lips.
"But ya know what's better than a promise...?" He trailed off, and I knew what he's insinuating. So I gave him a wink in recognition of it.
For the past couple of times, Karen has just stumbled into the office. First time was on accident, otherwise, it was Maggie needing something. Addie almost did the same.
Basically, I've been saved by the bell far too long, and I either purposefully fall asleep on my desk. Or I make it so there's too much work to have sex.
This is avoiding at it's finest.
I haven't had sex since that morning I took the pill.
But if I hadn't, I'd be almost four months pregnant. I did the math, the gruesome math. And the only follow-up Hershel gave me was to talk about feelings rather than my physical body.
