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Shuffling a very sleepy newborn Beau in your arms you smiled down at the wrinkly baby boy. His dark brunette hair was thick and full just like his father’s something you’d been hoping your second child would inherit from Daryl. Feeling a small tug on the side of your blouse you can’t help but smile down at your daughter, Phoenix. The tike insisted on carrying the groceries back to the house from the storage shed despite Carol walking alongside her asking to help. But the five year old was determined to get the groceries home in one piece by herself. “When I get home can I hold Beau on the couch Momma?” Phoenix asked sweetly batting her piercing blue eyes. Carol feigned offense holding her chest and gasping loudly but your best friend couldn’t hide her smile to save her life. “But, pumpkin! You promised you’d bake cookies with me when we got back!” Carol teased making you giggle at her antics. “Oh! That’s right!” Phoenix exclaimed hoisting the bag of groceries over her shoulder making the jars inside clank in a precarious way that worried you slightly. “Maybe after then, right Momma?” Phoenix asked. You couldn’t stop the sweet smile that formed at your daughter’s kind heart. “Sure baby. After.”
Just as you approached the steps to your house, a loud boisterous voice called out your name. At first you thought you could get away. That the annoyance was far enough that you, Carol, and your kids could slip inside safely. But you were mistaken as Spencer’s hand reached out to grab your shoulder. “Hey! Wait!” Fuck. You thought turning to the boy. Deanna’s son had not stopped hounding you since the day you arrived at Alexandria. Even after having it explained multiple times to him that you and Daryl were in fact married with children he still couldn’t seem to understand why you didn’t want to sleep with him. Once your eyes met the lad’s you watched his entire demeanor change from drastic and desperate to weirdly suave. Like he was trying too hard not to poop himself. “Hey…” Spencer’s voice dropped an octave as he tried to smooth talk you off your feet… for the nth time that month. “What do you want Spence?” You growled cocking an annoyed brow at the taller male. Unbeknownst to both of you that Daryl was listening in from the upstairs bedroom window. “So… I saw you had a kid…” Spencer muttered awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to another, gesturing to a now sleeping Beau in your arms. You however could do nothing but stare at the man like he grew a second head. “Yeah… I have two.” You muttered gesturing to your daughter who stood expectantly at the door waiting for you. “I’m going to take her in.” Carol called softly, opening the door for Phoenix to waddle through with her riches aplenty. “So like… you’re kind of a MILF huh?” Spencer’s question caught you off guard and at first you weren’t entirely certain you had heard the brunette right. That is until you heard Carol burst out laughing behind you. “Oh shit!” Carol cried nearly doubled over in laughter. “That’s rich! Good luck with that!” Carol laughed stepping into the house. Even as she shut the door behind herself you could still hear her laughing. Rolling your eyes at your best friend you turned to glare at Spencer. “Excuse me?!” You growled. “Oh!” Spencer smiled completely oblivious to your anger and offense. “So like… MILF just means Mother I want to fuck.” Spencer murmured lowly trying hard to make his voice sound sexy. But you could only stare at the man completely dumbfounded. “Spencer.” You huffed astounded. “Do you know what’s going on downstairs for me right now?!” You growled, gesturing to your stomach with your free hand. “I am currently free bleeding into a gigantic maxi pad pasted inside of a depends adult diaper. I have three stitches between my vagina and my ass from how hard I had to push this little asshole’s head out. I have actually been ordered, by a doctor, not to wipe or push too hard when I shit or else I will turn two holes into one. I can’t even begin to think about sex with my own husband right now let alone entertain the idea of fucking with you. Now please for the love of God, tell me what you think is sexy about any of that?!” You hissed reveling in the way Spencer shrunk away from you. “I- well.” Spencer stuttered looking anywhere but you. “That’s what I fucking thought. Good day, Spencer.”
Trudging through door of your shared home you couldn’t help the way you slightly slammed the door in annoyance especially when your eyes fell on that of your best friends peeking out from the kitchen. A shit eating grin plastered to her face. “Don’t say a word.” You growled. Shifting Beau from your hip to the bassinet that your makeshift family helped you set up after his unexpected birth. “I gotta say… you do make one sexy momma.” Daryl murmured coming down the stairs behind you. “You heard that then?” You asked standing up straight once you were sure your son was down for a nap. You felt Daryl’s strong arms wrap around your waist, his scruff tickling your neck as he laid sweet loving kisses along your jawline trailing down your your throat to your collar bone. “I did… ya know I can knock him out one of these days for ya.” He murmured possessively against your skin. Humming you turned in your husband’s arms to meet his lips with your own. “I know. But he’s basically harmless.” You murmured against his cheek as he moved to your ear his hand roaming ever lower. “You know. I really was serious about everything I told Spence out there.” You stated giggling at the abrupt way Daryl stopped his ministrations. “Everythin’? Including the diaper?” He asked pulling away slightly. You giggled shaking your head. “No I made that up. I was talking about sex Daryl. I’m not physically ready for it yet.” Your husband nodded understandingly pulling you close to his chest. “Ey. That’s alright, sunshine. No need to rush.” Glancing over at your best friend happily baking away with your daughter you tugged at your husband’s shirt. “Well, just because I’m out doesn’t mean I can’t give you a good time.” You teased winking up at Daryl. The archer smirked kissing you sweetly. “Nah. Rather wait til your feeling better. Ya know I like it when I’m the one making you feel… yer best.” Daryl muttered lowly, the tips of his ears turning a brilliant red color at the mere thought of having you just the way he wanted you. “You know I can hear you two right?” Carol called out from the kitchen. Both you and your husband turned bright red. “Shut up!”