NATE
We lost the other side mirror. Blown clean off by a warning shot that came from somewhere inside the dark compound.
"You loaded?" The big chonk lying over me protectively....whispered.
I'm sure he heard my eyes roll in response.
Duhhhh! 🙄
"Hands in the air where we can see em. No funny business. You be mindin me now, or we'll blow your damn heads off" A gruff voice boomed out the warning.
Okaaaay? So the place wasn't quite as secure as Jorge thought.
Someone (someone's rather) had managed to get inside what resembled a military fortress. I have myself a fleeting melancholic memory of the Honeymoon Residence.
Together, we inched our way out of the car. Began taking slow, measured steps. Until we reached the front bumper, and stood in the glare of our headlights.
Well, my steps are measured....and shakily so. Get even wobblier when we're made to turn around a few times so they can look us over.
"STAY!" I yell-whisper when I hear the Fark clambering his way over to the driver's seat.
"There someone else with you? Get em out here, now."
"It's just my dog, Sir....Muttley. I'm Nate, and this is Jorge. We're not here to hurt anyone, I swear" I call back, then give a tiny sharp whistle.
Muttles jumped from the car and immediately came to heel by my side.
"Dad....it really is a dog!" A younger voice cried out in excitement, making Mutt's tail thump wildly against my ankle.
"Kenny! You get back inside with the others. We'll make up our own minds about your intentions, Missy. But if you keep it up with that fidgeting? Then your kneecaps are history. What the hell is wrong with you....don't you listen?"
"STAY STILL DAMMIT!"
"I'm trying, Sir! It's just....can't help it cos I really need to....Ooooh fuck...." 🤢
My thighs press themselves together so hard, I fear they might fuse. But my lips clench just as tight when the familiar tummy roll starts.
Morning sickness?
Sheeeeit....I got that crap covered pretty much 24/7 now.
Might have to get Dixon to revise our son's name....and call him Ralphie instead? Might also have to beg some more Barley Sugars from Dwight. I wonder if they have a stash of Redskins, too?
Sorry for the internal digression there, brief baby-brain moment. That's my excuse anyway, and I'm sticking to it!
"Sir, Nate is pregnant. We've had a bit of a day and....and I think she's about to...."
HE THINKS????
The darkness wavers slightly as I sink to my knees and let loose. For all I know, it's from every orifice. Yet my pride is waaaay beyond caring.
"TAMMY ROSE SUTTON....GODDAMMIT WOMAN! Get your ass back inside with Kenny right now. It's a trick!" The man yelled.
A woman's voice boomed just as snarkily in return. Over the sound of running feet and a gate rolling back on its tracks.
"Earl, quit it with the hollerin. You t'aint doin nuthin but callin the deaders to our doorstep. Can't you see that the poor little girl is paintin the pavement?"
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Home Is Your Heartbeat ('Home Is' Book Two - Daryl Dixon)
FanfictionSemi-mature. Completed. Book Two picks up immediately from the last chapter of Home is You. Nate is an Aussie girl who was stranded in Georgia during the outbreak. She and fellow traveler Leo joined a group of survivors in Atlanta. Nate got her firs...
