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

Chapter 100 - Kooks (David Bowie)

Authors Note: You'll have noticed these last chapters of Home Is Your Heartbeat are a fair bit lengthier than usual. Fingers crossed they'll make up in some small way for the long delay in publishing.

Unfortunately, real life had to take precedence over my imagination for a while. Please forgive me and I hope they've been worth the wait.

Onyas!

NATE

"Need a piss, won't be a minute. So park yer ass again, missus. Like right now!"

Sheeeesh!  I was only going to stretch my legs  😐

'How about....no'  hovered on my lips, but instead I bit my tongue. Parked it again as my lord and master commanded. Quietly mouthed "bossy bitch"  instead with a little smiling sigh. Soon as his back was turned.

I glanced over the grape trailers. Two of them are now attached to my quad bike, which we took from the winery. Almost overflowing with fruit, smoked venison and some other tinned food. All is still secure though.

Daryl told me to leave the remainder. So I stashed it all safely in one of the many huge cellars before we left. Rat proofed it as best I could.

We're now only two miles from Hilltop and I'm looking forward to seeing everyone again. Though at the same time? Not exactly thrilled to be leaving our own private little idyll  😔

Gave my selfishness a very forceful shove back into the box where it belongs.

"Heard that. Better get used to doin what I say from now on. Cos I'm just gettin started and things are gonna change. Yes Ma'am!"

"Yeah, yeah! Promises....promises Dixon."

"Damn fuckin right, woman!"  His 'end of story'  equivalent was growled back adamantly, making me sigh in total defeat.

Because I've finally recognised and reluctantly accepted the inevitable.

Back in Dover, at Jorge's headquarters? While we packed supplies, Tammy gave me the lowdown. On exactly what to expect.

Once Dixon revs up his usual husbandly over-protectiveness. Then shifts gear into maximum, father-to-be, take no prisoners....hyperdrive.

"It always kicks in eventually. The testosterone-addled version of baby brain. Exorcism t'aint no use once he's possessed. You might  get some forewarning, honey. Though most likely?"

"It'll happen just like that and almost turn you hubbycidal"  One hand patted my shoulder in sympathy while the other clicked its fingers in finality.

Hubbycidal lol, how apt  🤣

"This tiny baby will tell you  when to start easing up. Except your big  baby will always believe he knows best. So, let your man have his little victories. Save your strength for them battles truly worth your fight and energy."

"That's my two cents wo...."  She rolled her eyes in loving exasperation when Earl hollered out her name.

A regular occurrence so it seems.

"Sorry. That's his 'Can't find what I'm looking for....even though it's right under my dang nose'  voice. I'll be right back, honey."

Tammy's also given me heaps more very wise if not downright hysterical first-time pregnancy tips. One of my faves being 'If you see a toilet in your dreams? Don't use it!'.

You'll be pleased to hear, folks. That so far? So good....bahahahahah.

Though for some strange reason? Dixon also seems to have 'suddenly'  become a font of knowledge on all things baby related. He even knows what stretch marks are. And that I should try to sleep slightly tilted on my left side, never on my back.