Starting to trust

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(Tigress POV)

I'm happy that they didn't ask about that monster again and I really appreciated it more than anything, I didn't want my son to find out about the bastard that helped create him. I watched everyone disperse and go to do their own things after our meeting when I felt a sick feeling building in my stomach. I quickly stood up and hightailed it to the nearest toilet before the bile rose and finally made its appearance, after about five or ten minutes of emptying my stomach I finally sat down and rested on the floor.

 I finally got up and made my way to the outside so that I could get some air, taking a deep breath I closed my eyes and tried to center myself as best I could. These last couple of days or hell weeks and been absolute hell for me and my family. I could tell I was being followed and I was pretty sure it was that damn redneck Daryl, I could tell by the way he walked like he didn't want to be heard; just like a true hunter. I sighed and turned around to look at him.

"What do you want now redneck?" I asked.

"Are ya sick?" he asked back.

"No, I'm not," I answered curtly.

"Sure seemed like it with ya pukin' yer guts out back there," he said.

I couldn't really reply to that so I chose not to talk at all. I had a horrible feeling in my stomach that someone was talking about me or thinking about me in a horrid way and it made my stomach turn again. I groaned lowly while gently holding my belly and cast a slight glace at Daryl to see if he had noticed and of course he had.

"Ya don't seem ok," Daryl pointed out.

"I'm fine, damn it," I growled out and started walking away while holding my stomach.

I could hear him kick the ground and walk away as well 'he was just trying to be nice, I think. Tigress why do you have to be such a bitch?' I thought to myself as I kept walking. I looked around and saw Gaberial and slowly made my way over to him as I made it closer to him I could hear him mumbling to himself. 

"Gabreial?" I asked.

"Huh, what?" Gabreial said turning to face me.

"Gab I need you to do something for me," I told him.

"What is it Tig?" he asked looking at me concerned.

"After you guys all left I ended up puking and my stomach is still hurting. Will you check it for me and also I would like to talk to you about something," I explained.

"Oh, of course, Tig and ok let's go where you have a little privacy," Gab answered.

"Thanks, Gab," I told him as we walked to a more secluded place.

"So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about Tiggy?" he asked and he kneeled in front of me to check my stomach.

"I know that I am a bitch, it's just how I am and how I come across. Do you think I have been more of one and that since this shit started?" I asked him.

"Tig, honestly I think that yeah you have but I also understand why you have. You have been through hell and you have come out with many scars. I wish you could learn to trust the people here because I get a good feeling off of them," he told me.

I sighed and winced in pain as he touched just by my belly button "I guess I can try but it's not going to be easy for me at all. I honestly don't know if I can trust anyone besides our group but if you get a good feeling off of them then I guess I can try to trust them," I told him.

"Well as for your stomach I think it is stress related and I'm glad you trust me enough to listen to my advice and actually act on what I advise. We have your back no matter what Tig I know you know that and I know that you have ours as well. You're someone I love I hope you know that" Gab told me standing up and giving me a light hug.

I hugged him back and whispered back "I know and you're someone I love to Gab."

As we parted from the hug I noticed Daryl out of the corner of my eye and turned towards him which made Gabreial look in that direction as well and then gently pushed me forward which made me sigh and make my way towards him. As I made my way towards him I noticed he was holding a bottle of water. I felt embarrassed for the way I had acted honestly but I didn't let that show. 

I stopped in front of him "Look I'm sorry for how I acted and I guess have been acting. I don't trust people and even though your group has basically opened your arms up to us, I'm still having a hard time trusting you. So again I am sorry and I will try to be more friendly and trusting I guess because my people seem to have good feelings about you and yours," I apologized.

"This world is shit so I don' blame ya fer not trustin' people," is all he said as he handed me the bottle of water.

"Um, thanks for understanding," I told him with a small smile.

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