The Baby Arrangement

Chapter 22: Regrets?

Chapter 22: Regrets?

Waking up, they ache all over and feel like they've been hit by a bus. Daryl hurts so bad down there that he doesn't even get a small erection this morning and Beth hurts so bad that he doesn't think she'll be able to sit down, let alone push her self up from her weary arms. As she lays on Daryl's chest, Beth tries to think of a good excuse for why she would have sex with Daryl last night. Well for starters, he started it. Two she desperately wanted him, maybe not for sex, but she needed his closeness. And lastly, she wanted him to just shut up about her past lover. Though he's not a lover...technically. Does she regret last night? No, she doesn't think so, except for maybe not being a couple. She loves him, but no way in Hell can she ever tell him that.

He is feeling the same exact way. Sex last night was amazing and he loves Beth, but he's not bold enough to call himself on it. So this morning he stews in the mess he's been creating for over five years now. Rolling off of him, she hits the bed and feels her body tighten and cramps form through out her body.

Getting up, he watches her shake as she weakly walks to the bathroom and shuts the door. Rubbing his hands over his eyes, he gets up and picks up the sticky tissues off the ground and puts them in the trash can. Looking in the mirror, he smirks at his still red mouth.

In the restroom, Beth goes to the toilet and throws up, not from morning sickness, but from last night's excersions. When she washes out her mouth and looks in the mirror, her eyes fall on a bruise on her neck. Then it hits her- that's not a bruise but a hicky.

"Seriously!!" She screams and he sneaks down stairs after grabbing some clothes. Down stairs he runs to the basement, his best bet for hiding, and gets dressed. He can hear Beth upstairs just screaming and pacing the floor. Backing away from the stairs and into the other side of the basement, he turns and his smile fades. Beth finds him and is about to flip out, but then she sees him sitting on the floor with his knees to his chest staring at a wall of pictures of Sophia.

"She loved dancing...huh, we all thought she was going to be a ballerina when she got older." He sadly says and Beth just looks at all the pictures. "She was so smart. Did you know that she new flawless Germany when she was six? Huh...I can't believe she's just gone. She was so young..." She can hear his tears fall and she goes behind him on her knees and holds him. He keeps crying and she just holds him and looks up at him before pushing her face flat against his back. They stay like that for a while until they hear the doorbell. Going upstairs, they open the door and a beautiful woman is standing at the door and Beth notices Daryl flinch.

"Dawn...what...what are you doing here?"

"Daryl...I thought this was where Merle Dixon lived." The woman with curly brown hair and blue eyes, looks at Beth and seems curious.

"It is... but he's been in an accident. Him and his wife..."

"That's why I'm here...are they home?"

"No. They're at the hospital."

"Oh no...may I come in for a bit?" She looks at them and Beth looks at Daryl, who seems to have animosity for the woman.

"Sure..." Beth kindly says and Daryl glowers at her. Dawn nods to Beth and she walks in and Beth leads her to the kitchen. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, thank you. I can't believe this happened." As Beth sits across from Dawn, Daryl leans against the counter on the other side of the kitchen. "How are you holding up Daryl?"

"Fairing... why are you really here?" Beth's phone starts ringing in the living room and she excuses herself as she goes to answer it. Getting up, Dawn goes over to Daryl and he's catious of her. Pressing against him, Dawn holds his face and kisses him, shoving her tongue in her mouth. From the hallway Beth is about to come back, when she sees Dawn kissing Daryl against the counter. Backing up against the wall, she feels betrayed almost and crushed. Turning around, she goes upstairs and leaves him to the woman with her tongue down his throat. "Dawn...stop."

Gently pushing her away, she wipes her mouth and seductively looks at him.

"I came to be with you Daryl...I don't know who the blonde is, but if she's open for it, she can play with us too." She presses up against him again and kisses him and he pushes her off once more.

"No...we won't be able to go back to what we were Dawn. I'm done with yer shit. Get out."

"You know you still love me! You know you want me, Daryl!"

"Get the fuck out. Now! Go!"

"Are you with the blonde?"

"Her name's Beth. And it's none of yer business. Now get the fuck out." Huffing a cold hearted breath, she turns on her heel and leaves, slamming the door. Wiping his mouth, he gets a drink to get the taste of her out of his mouth. Looking out at the falling snow, he remembers the last time he tasted her on his breath. Shaking his head, he doesn't want to go back to what that was. Going to the living room, Beth's not there. Heading upstairs, he finds her on the windowseat, looking out at the snow.