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Chapter Thirty-Two: Taylor

I had never felt this sick before. It was like the second Denise confirmed my pregnancy, the baby said, "I'm a Dixon too, so let's see how bad I can fuck you up." Three days ago that pink stick gave us the news that we had a baby on the way. The Daryl and me that are no longer "Daryl and me" did actually make that baby.

Then last night I was really tired so I went to bed early, but a few hours later I was running for the toilet. I threw up what dinner I had eaten and each time I thought was done, I had to limp my way back to the bathroom until lying on the tile floor was the simply best option.

My boys never made me sick once when I was pregnant with them. Never got so much as an upset stomach, but leave it to Daryl to not only mess with my head...he also gave me a baby that is currently hating me. I don't think I've left the bathroom for twelve hours.

I'm lying on the cool floor with a washcloth on my forehead when I hear a knock on my door. "Come in if you dare," I weakly called out.

The door opened and I heard, "Taylor?"

"In the bathroom."

"Oh sorry, we can wait." I was pretty sure that was Michonne's voice.

"Only if you have eight months. I'm afraid to move, so you're going to have to come to me."

I heard the footsteps walk across my floor before I heard a double gasp. "Are you okay?" That was Maggie. I hadn't opened my eyes yet.

"If I move, I throw up. If I breathe, I throw up."

"How long have you been here?" asked Michonne.

"It was the middle of the night when this started." It felt like days instead of hours.

Maggie sat down on the floor next to me. "Food poisoning or morning sickness?"

"I would love for it to be food poisoning because that will go away. Francie made a casserole for everyone here last night and do you know if anyone else is sick?"

"I saw her and Scott on watch earlier and they looked fine," Michonne volunteered as she sat next to Maggie.

"Damn. It's morning sickness. Does anyone die from this?"

The two girls chuckled. "Not usually, but you need to stay hydrated. I thought you said you had easy pregnancies?" I did say that Maggie, but I had the spawn of Dixon in me now.

"I did. Peter and Eddie were super easy. That was about the best thing my idiot husband did right. Leave it to Daryl to give me a kid that's the total opposite. He's such an asshole!" I must have used too much enthusiasm or anger because I felt my stomach roll and I sat up and grabbed for the toilet. All I had left was dry heaves.

"I think that's the first time I ever heard you use a word like that," Michonne said as she re-wet my washcloth so I could wipe my sweaty forehead.

"Is this like when the woman yells a man for getting her pregnant during labor?" No, Mags, it certainly wasn't.

"Let me lie down again." Once I was settled back on the floor with a pillow under my head I started to explain. "I knew what I was getting into. I volunteered to get pregnant. I thought it would be a maybe a one-shot deal since I do get pregnant easily. But Daryl and I clicked. I don't think either of us expected it. I told you all this already. So for the past month, we've been together...spending nights in each other's room, having lots and lots of sex. He even set up a date night for us."

"Yes! The movie night, right? He did better than Rick ever did," Michonne grumbled.

This is the part of the story I hated. "The morning of the pregnancy test, we wake up early and have incredible sex..."