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

Chapter 83 - Right Here Waiting For You (Richard Marx)

NATE

Once Daryl managed to settle me back in bed? I was ordered to shut my eyes while he went for a smoke. Take Muttley for a walk, so he could do his business elsewhere and not foul up the porch.

Wish to heaven and back that it hadn't happened again. And why tonight of all nights? But he knows now, and there's nothing I can do about it. Nothing either of us can do about it.

I've just got to toughen the fuck up!

When he returned an age later, Daryl snuggled down. I waited for the first soft snore before quietly kissing him. Getting up and throwing some clothes on.

I need fresh air. Plus some antiseptic and more plasters for my hands.

The Mutt must be worn out. As I managed to make it all the way down the porch stairs with only his eyes following me.

The darkness is just starting to lighten a bit, turning pink and then a blood red. And I shudder for a second. Not because it's a chilly dawn, though  😨

What's the old saying? Red sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky in the morn....sailors take warn.

The infirmary is empty and silent, just like the rest of the compound. Once I patch myself up, I start to wander back to the clock tower.

Instead, I stumbled across Leo as he emerged from the canteen kitchen.

"My brekkie! And even though I love you dearly? There's no way on earth that I'm sharing this  one with you. Go and get your own, Little Miss. Mrs....I mean!"

I moved away from him somewhat, while breathing carefully through my mouth. And he continued nom-nomming his way through whatever noxious concoction was in the bowl he carried.

I'm sure it'll smell just as rank coming up as it will going down  🤢

*Shudder*

"Oh, thank fuck for that"  I mutter, almost fainting in relief before continuing a bit louder.

"I mean, I'm sure it tastes wonderful. But you're very welcome to it, Leo. Errrr, what is it....exactly? "

"My version of Kedgeree. I thought tinned tuna might be just as good a substitute for smoked haddock. And I was correct."

Ummmm, yup....riiiigggghhhht....  🤮

"When I told Felicity it's my fave and how much I miss it? She promised to make some and leave it in the fridge. Think she has a bit of a crush on moi, actually"  He whispered with a confidential smirk, and rather quickly too.

So he could spoon more into his wide-open gob.

"Well, whatever switches you're flicking for her? Then keep up the good work, old chap. Anything to stop her mentally undressing and basting my  husband"  I reply sweetly through grinding teeth.

While at the same time, remembering the hungry and lustful gawp plastered all over her slobbering face at supper the night before. Whenever Daryl is anywhere around her, actually.

But she'd better wise up real quick, and keep her bloody eyes to herself. Yup, he's gorgeous and then some. Ooooh, hell yeah!

But he's MINE, and I'm a psycho....just sayin  😡

"Ooooweeee, bitchfriend!  My, Oh my....you look so gosh darn cute when you're jealous. Like a mini Satan with teeny-weeny horns. All glowing red, and a forked...."  His hand started moving towards my face.