A/N: Sorry for the long delay. I've been out of sorts and haven't been writing much. Need to get better. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 24 -

Daryl beamed. Sophie bounced up and down on his thighs as they sat in the infirmary with Dave going over her prognosis. She had put on weight, she was more energetic, she was babbling, trying to crawl and over all better.

"I suspect she had been doing well before she was taken. She's a bit behind, but not by a lot and I'm sure it will all start coming back to her in the coming weeks," Dave told them. "And she's ready to go home." Dave smiled at the baby. "I'm going to give you some baby vitamins to give her since she'll no longer be on breast milk. She can take cows milk but it's no substitute for breast or formula."

Dave went to one of the cupboards and pulled out a bottle and handed it to Daryl. "Congratulations," he said, "it's a girl."

Sophie squealed. "Yeah Little Bit, you're coming home," Daryl told her while Harley sat beside him in a slight state of shock. Daryl looked at her and frowned. She had seemed so taken with Sophie, visiting her even more than him. She had even stayed the night at the infirmary a few times with Sophie wrapped tightly in her arms. Now she looked almost frightened by the idea of actually taking her into their home. "You all right?"

"It's all...," Harley stumbled out. "I'm a mommy Daryl." It had all in an instant became real. Sophie would no longer be the baby she spent time with at the infirmary, the one she left behind with Dave when she went home at night. She was now coming home with them, would be fully dependent on them. Would call her mommy and look to her for protection and warmth and comfort and love. She would pick up her mannerisms, her speech patterns, and may one day turn out to be a lot like her. It was an overwhelming feeling.

He chuckled and leaned over to give her a kiss. Not wanting to be left out, Sophie opened her mouth and placed it against Daryl's cheek, getting her saliva all over him. "You've been a mommy for a while Harley, only now your baby's coming home. You shouldn't be nervous. She loves you. She only reaches for me when you're not around or asleep. Our family's growing," he reached over and rubbed at her stomach. "Maybe it could grow more."

Harley slapped his hand away and took Sophie from him. "Tell me how you feel after you witness her first meltdown." She nuzzled her face against Sophie. "Huh, how's daddy gonna feel the first time you show him what those lungs can do?"

"She won't have no meltdowns. She's an angel." Daryl wiped his face on his shoulder and kissed the baby. "My sweet little angel." Sophie smiled at Daryl then clung tighter to Harley.

That night Sophie screamed, her face reddening in fury at the torment of her life. They had tried giving her a bottle of cow's milk now that Mickey was no longer available to breastfeed. She had looked curiously at it before allowing them to slip the nipple past her lips. Then the whimpering had begun. The bottle and cow's milk was a poor substitution to Mickey's breast.

Daryl had suggested just scrapping the milk altogether but the moment the bottle would be placed down Sophie would whimper and reach for it and begin another round of howls.

Harley walked back and forth between the kitchen and living room, bouncing Sophie, trying to calm her. When the girl's crying would die down Harley would try giving her the milk again. Sophie would take a few sucks then push the nipple out with her tongue and start screaming all over again.

Daryl sat on the couch looking shell shocked. Before he had been trying to talk to her, coo at her and get her to take to bottle. He had given up after the fifth try, a solid forty-five minutes after the first outburst.

"Come on Sophie, drink the milk," Harley pleaded on another walk around the kitchen island and back into the living room. She handed the bottle to Daryl. "Heat this back up for your little angel," she told him.

"She's my hell's angel," he mumbled taking the bottle back to kitchen.

Harley held Sophie under her arms and spun around the living room singing a song to which Sophie responded by tossing her head back and howling louder, kicking her little legs beneath her in some futile attempt to run out of Harley's arms.

"Oh the humanity," Evan declared loudly from the top of the steps before descending . "Did they take your boobies away?" he asked Sophie, taking her out of Harley's hands. "Did these mean old people take away your boobies?"

Sophie calmed a little in Evans arms whimpering and pointing at Harley in accusation. Evan took the newly warmed bottle from Daryl and lay Sophie in his arms. "Mmmmm, milk Sophie," he said, shaking the bottle at her. He held the bottle to his mouth and sucked on it. "Yummy milk." Sophie quieted and watched Evan drink from the bottle. "You want some?" He placed the nipple near her mouth. "Huh baby, you want some?"

Daryl and Harley watched with bated breath as Sophie opened her mouth and took the nipple and sucked. She protested a little then began to suck some more, taking a deep breath as she calmed and accepted the milk.

Evan beamed at them, proud he had been able to accomplish in five minutes what they couldn't after almost an hour of trying.

"Huh," Daryl scoffed. "We softened her up for you."

Harley went over and stared down at Sophie, stroking her hair. The little girl glared at her, still angry at Harley and Daryl's betrayal. When Evan handed Sophie to her the girl began to protest before continuing to gobble her bottle of milk, her angry eyes getting heavy.

"We need a crib for her," Harley whispered.

"I'll have to see what Lionel would want for that. For now, she'll sleep with us." Daryl leaned down to kiss the little girl on her forehead. "God knows this little banshee's got me tired as hell."

Harley giggled as she tempted fate and pulled at the bottle in the sleeping girl's mouth. Sophie whimpered and took a few half hearted sucks. Harley decided it was in their best interest to just leave it there until it fell from her mouth naturally. "You think this is bad, wait until the terrible twos."

"We've dealt with worse."

Harley raised her eyebrows. "I don't know. That look you had on your face tonight..."

"Stop."

"Thought you would start hitting the bottle."

"Don't tease me," Daryl leaned forward and kissed her.

"We could ask Dave to give you a bottle of Valium. You know, just in case."

"Har har," Daryl said dryly. "Just come to bed."

Everyone at Alexandria was working overtime. Rick had guaranteed them the much needed break they had been promised back when they took down the Saviors to begin in the middle of January. A glorious four weeks where they would have to do nothing other than guard the walls. No cutting, no building, nothing.

Harley spent her days in the library. She was brought back to her old life of order, codes, and the safe feeling of knowing exactly how things were supposed to be, where they were to supposed lay. She worked on auto pilot, almost robotic in the system of organizing books by subject, author, name.

Olivia had written a census of every person living in Alexandria. Who they lived with, where, their relationship to one another, their occupation. The first birth certificate for Jerald, Mickey and Tim's son, was filed away. The first baby born behind the walls. He had no idea how special that designation was and wouldn't for a long time. The informal adoption record of Sophie was also there as well as a book listing the names of everyone behind the wall that had passed on and how they died.

When she had time, Harley would write her notes of the stories of survivors out in longhand, hoping to find some way to put the tales in some sort of order, a kind of theme, to tell a coherent story for all those others who would be born in the years to come.

She had been corresponding with Cola at the Kingdom for the last month. He had given up his ambitions of ruling the Kingdom after Ezekiel and took on the same job as her. He began keeping records, organizing the history of the Kingdom and also getting stories before the fall from fellow survivors. He would send her copies of their heartache, fear, joy, and sometimes, redemption. She would send back notes to get more information. When he was able to, he would comply and update her.

Daryl had reluctantly agreed to allow Cola to stay with them after they sowed the field with crops in the spring so he and Harley could start putting their stories together.

Sophie was left in the care of Meredith along with Judith, sometimes Mickey dropped Jerald off for a few hours to give her a chance to get a few hours of sleep. While Sophie adored Judith and would try in vain to do everything the older girl could do, she had taken a serious dislike to baby Jerald. Daryl surmised it had to do with the fact that Jerald was able to get Mickey's milk while she was not.

The first time the little girl had seen Mickey again she tried to run out of Daryl's arms into Mickey's. Harley told her as gently as possible that Mickey's milk belonged to Jerald and he had been kind enough to share it with her but Sophie was having none of it. She reached out and whined, begging for Mickey to pull her breast out and give her her milk. Mickey's husband Tim had chuckled and quipped to Sophie, "I know how you feel kid. I can't get any of it either."

Her evenings were spent in the office of the house, typing up notes and accounts of the events she witnessed since arriving at Alexandria. She found she needed to get the perspective of others so as not to cloud the truth of what happened or to get different interpretations of what had occurred. Sophie would crawl around her feet or pull herself up, demanding Harley pay attention to her and give her praise for standing for all of two seconds on her own before crashing down on her bottom.

While her days and evenings kept her busy, her nights kept her alone. She would lay in bed waiting on Daryl to return but more often than not would fall asleep before he did. His days were spend in Rick's living room with the rest of a special committee as they worked out ideas to form a real tangible government of Alexandria. Sometimes she was called to take notes or write letters to the Kingdom and the Hilltop with questions, ideas, suggestions. Forming a government was complicated. Forming an alliance with the other groups even more so.

Some nights she would lay on the couch, Sophie asleep on a blanket on the floor, in an effort to wait up for him. Only a few times was she able to. He was coming in at the early hours of the mornings. One, two, three o'clock, exhausted. More often than not she would awake in his arms as he carried her to the bed, where they would lay holding each other for a while before he would go and bring Sophie to the bed and crawl in, with the baby between them, too tired to do anything more than try to snuggle with them both before falling into a deep sleep only to start again early the next morning.

Rick had limited their meeting to Mondays through Friday. Saturdays found Daryl drifting from area to area, assisting where he could. She only had him Sundays. They spent it in bed until mid afternoon. They played with Sophie, giving her all the attention she could ever want while stealing kisses behind her back because if she saw she got jealous and would chastise them with short screams or push their faces away from one another. Sometimes she would concede but only if she could press her face between theirs and get the kisses for herself.

Tonight though, Harley lay with Sophie cradled in her arms determined to be up when Daryl reached. If Sophie had a crib she would have placed the girl in there and waited naked on the bed for him. As it were, Lionel didn't have enough time to devote to building the bed as he worked steadily to cut down almost all of the trees bordering Alexandria while the cold kept the walkers at bay. She had traded her doe hide for Sophie's crib, which she found fitting. The day she took down the doe set into motions the circumstances that led the little girl to them.

For the entire day her mind drifted to him. They hadn't been intimate since before they had been taken by the slavers. That was almost six weeks ago. She missed the feel of his hands exploring her body, his mouth on her skin, his manhood deep inside her. She couldn't remember the last time she even felt his tongue in her mouth. As soon as he got in, she would drag him into the bathroom and delve into the pleasure she always received from him.

What Rick was trying to do was beyond ambitious. They weren't like the men who had built America. They weren't the sons of landowners, the upper class who were educated at top schools or by private tutors. They were average, everyday people. Michonne was more than likely the most educated amongst them and even with her legal knowledge, the vast idea of making a government of a new country, even one so tiny it held less than one hundred people, was completely overwhelming.

Michonne and Elle, who had been political science major in college before giving up her dreams of politics to pursue her passion and become a baker in her old life, worked at coming up with a workable governing system for Alexandria as well as the Federation. They wrote extensively to Ezekiel as well as Maggie, Glenn and Morgan at the Hilltop, trading ideas and working slowly to come together in some sort of accord.

Rick and Daryl, in the meantime, worked on establishing laws for Alexandria. Daryl never realised how much detail they would have to go into. He had expected simple things; don't steal, don't rape, don't murder, but there was so much more.

He sat on Rick's couch, his head swimming after going through another long session with the immediate group, which included him, Rick, Michonne, Elle, Abraham, Lacy, Aaron and at times Sasha, whose main concern was fire safety. He was the last one left at the house. Michonne had gone to bed with Judith and Rick brought him a glass of Kingdom beer and sat next to him with his own glass.

Rick was looking ragged as of late, he had become so obsessed with leaving a lasting legacy on this place, on this time. He had even admitted to keeping a diary for the last few months, writing of his daily events, his thoughts and hopes for the future, his fears.

The men sat silently in the dim light, not speaking, both lost in thought.

"I never got a chance to ask you," Rick broke the silence, "how are things at home? With the kid? How's Harley taking to motherhood?"

"Like a duck to water," Daryl said. "It's good. Noisy, but good. All she has to do is smile at me and I melt. It's strange you know. It's only a little over a month and I can't imagine life without her."

"I think back to what Deanna told me when we first got here. She said she envied Judith because she'd get to see what this place would become. I didn't understand her then, but I do now." Rick smiled a little. "I think all of us doubted this place when we first got here. We were even planning on taking it over by force. God, that seems like a lifetime ago."

"In a way it was. Glenn and Maggie are gone to the Hilltop, Rosita's at the Kingdom. You and Michonne are together and having a kid. I got married and just got a daughter," and Carol is dead. "We've built a village and now we're working to ensure it can grow into a whole country if possible. We've been through hell and back to get here." Daryl drained his glass of beer. "Fucking hell and back," he repeated softly. He looked over at Rick who was absentmindedly nodding his head. "You ever think about them? All the people we've lost along the way?"

"Sometimes. I have spells where I dream about them. Sometimes so vivid I wake up crying."

Daryl fought the lump that was growing in his throat, the pain that was tightening around his heart as he suddenly ran through memories of everyone on the mountainside. Those who died during the attack when they had gone to rescue Merle. Amy, Jim. Jacqui, Shane, T-Dog, Andrea, Merle. All gone. "Do you ever feel guilty? Surviving?" Rick only stared not answering. "Sometimes I wonder why me? What did I do right that they didn't?"

"I don't know the answer to that. Survivors remorse? I guess you just have to accept that you survived and make your life count. Don't waste what time you have left here. Don't take it for granted. Make it count and honor the dead."

They both went quiet again. Daryl mulled Rick's words, thinking of all the graves they dug and left behind with the bodies of their friends inside. Those graves were a world away in another land, in another life. Those were times of constant fear and fighting for resolve. Now he lived in a land of hope and futures and freedom from the unending crush of the dead and people who thrived on the destruction of the world.

He wished Hershel were still there. He'd be able to give Daryl sound advice and allay these thoughts he was having with some wise words.

Daryl found himself squinting against the bright rays of the sun hitting his face. He was still on Rick's couch with a pillow under his head and a blanket on him. There was clattering coming from the kitchen and he sat up and saw Michonne with Judith on her hip packing a bag.

"Shit," he mumbled. "What time is it?" he called out to Michonne.

"Almost seven."

"Fuck," Daryl shot up. Harley would be up and wondering where the hell he was. "Chonne, I gotta head home. I'll be back in an hour or two. Or I'll be dead," he added, putting on his shoes.

The house was quiet when he walked in. Evan would be working with Lionel while Clarke busied himself working with Eugene on producing natural energy. He took a deep breath before opening the door to the bedroom.

Harley lay sound asleep with Sophie sitting up next to her, mesmerised by her own little hands. The moment he walked in she crawled towards the edge of the bed before plopping back down and pointing to the sleeping Harley and then reaching out for him.

Daryl picked Sophie up, planting a solid kiss on one of her fat cheeks. "Mama didn't get up Little Bit? You hungry?" He carried the girl into the kitchen and fixed her a bottle of milk which she drank while he struggled to crack an egg for her breakfast.

"Did you stay out all night?" Harley was behind him.

He turned around to face her, holding the egg up. "You want to take the baby or fix the breakfast?"

"I'll fix the breakfast," she took the egg from him.

"I fell asleep on Rick's couch," he eyed her to gauge her reaction but she busied herself making breakfast for Sophie. "You mad?"

"Nope."

"You just gone believe I was at Rick's? No questions asked?"

Harley looked at him quizzically, "Where the hell else would you have been?"

"I could have been with another woman. Sneaking in in the early hours after a night with my other girl."

Harley chuckled and rolled her eyes, "yeah right."

"You don't think I could go out tom catting?" This time Harley threw her head back and laughed loudly, feeling left out of the joke Sophie also began to laugh around her bottle. "You too Little Bit? I'm a good looking guy, the ladies like me."

Harley calmed her laughter and fixed him with a feigned serious look. "Were you out tom catting with your other woman?"

"Oh shut up, you know that I wouldn't do that, but it'd be nice for you to get a bit jealous."

Harley smiled at him, "would it make you feel better to know that I was waiting up for you. Hoping to get lucky."

He moved closer to her, a smile forming on his face. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I miss you baby," she made her voice as husky as she could without being overly dramatic.

Daryl smiled and leaned over to kiss her neck. "It's been a while hasn't it?" He ran his hand down her back to her ass and squeezed. "Just two weeks left before work shuts down."

"I don't want to wait two weeks," Harley pouted as she put the eggs on a plate. Sophie dropped her bottle on the floor and grabbed for the plate of eggs, whining when Harley moved passed her to set it down on the dining table.

Daryl handed Sophie to Harley once she was seated and sat down across from her with a deep sigh. "Things have gotten kinda outta whack huh?"

"A bit."

"Been a lot going on. The unpleasantness, Sophie, doing double time before the winter break. I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted by the time I come home not to mention we got a baby in the bed with us."

"Yeah, we need that crib," Harley kissed the top of Sophie's head as the little girl chewed her eggs, stuffing her fingers into her mouth to help hold the food in.

Daryl stood up, "yeah. Lionel promises he's working on it but slowly. I promise you though, as soon as the break begins, I'll make it up to you and then some." He leaned down to give her a kiss, moaning at the feel of her tongue as she grabbed his neck and held him there. He felt the distinct slaps of Sophie as she gurgled out her disapproval before pulling back and planting a loud kiss on one of her fat cheeks. "I didn't forget 'bout you Little Bit," he smiled. "I gotta go wash up and head out. I'll be home tonight."

"No visit to your lover then," Harley said trying to suppress a smile.

Daryl paused and cupped her face in his hand, rubbing his thumb along her cheek. "Two weeks baby. I'll make all this up to you in two weeks."

She leaned her face into the warmth of his palm, "promise?"

He ran his thumb over her lips and leaned down for another kiss. "I promise."

"She invited you to dinner? To apologize?"

Harley caught the tail end of a conversation Evan and Clarke were having in the kitchen as she walked through the door, placing Sophie on the ground so the girl could crawl around on the floor.

"Who invited who to dinner?" she asked, keeping a keen eye on the roaming child in the living room.

"Melissa invited Clarke to dinner to apologize for beating his face in when he was trying to rescue her," Evan responded.

"Oh, that's nice of her," Harley rushed to pull Sophie away from the fireplace. "When is your date."

Clarke's eyes widened as his lips twitched as a look of embarrassment came over him. "It's not a date," he mumbled. "Just dinner. A thank you."

"He's a gonner," Evan said. "In over his head, madly infatuated. Look at him," Evan pointed to Clarke. "Look at that absolutely stupid look on his face."

Harley chuckled. "He does look pretty dumb. Not as dumb as you do when you pop up at Meridith's pretending you're there to visit with Sophie."

"I will not stand by such slander," Evan smiled. "You think she noticed?"

"She'll notice more if you just asked her to spend some time with you instead of using poor Sophie as your wingman." Harley handed Sophie to Evan and went to grab plates to set the table for the meal Clarke was cooking. "Are you cooking for her?" Harley called out to Clarke.

Clarke shrugged. "She invited me so I guess she's cooking."

"You should cook. Or at least help. Great way to have a first date."

"It's not a date."

"Clarke, she invited you to dinner at her place. Alone. I know for a fact that she already apologized to you and said thank you. I know for a fact you can't pass the infirmary without her coming out to say hello. And I know for a fact that you pass the infirmary every day even though you have absolutely no reason to. It's a fucking date."

Clarke fought hard not to smile. "I don't think she's ready for all that."

"Let her tell you what she's ready for. You and Dave seem to be the only men she's comfortable around. Except she doesn't look at Dave the way she looks at you," Harley added with a wink.

Evan let out a low whistle. "Man. So what about Meredith? She giving off any vibes?"

"Hush," Harley said to him taking Sophie from Evan when the girl began to stretch towards her. "This is about Clarke, not you." She turned to Clarke, "when is this going to happen?"

Clarke shrugged. "Sometime during the break. She has to check her schedule for her days off. We're meeting later this week to discuss it." Clarke balked at the wide smile spreading across Harley's face. "You look like my mom did before my senior prom."

"I just always thought spring brought out love, guess it's winter now," Harley shrugged.

Harley's eyes opened to moment she felt Daryl get into bed. She reached out and grabbed his arm, careful of Sophie who was tucked into the curve of her body as she lay on her side. "What time is it?"

"Not too late. Maybe eleven." Daryl turned on his side facing her, moving as close as he could get to her without crushing the small child between them. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Did you know Clarke has a date with Melissa?" Harley nodded in the dark. "He kept saying she only wanted to thank him but didn't she already do that?"

Harley nodded again. "That boy is more clueless than you. I mean, if you can pick up on that, there's no hope for him."

"Har har," Daryl lay on his back and picked Sophie up and placed her on his chest. "Come here," he said to Harley, wanting her to lay in the crook of his arm. Once she settled in he began rubbing her shoulders, "work ends Friday and Saturday I'm kicking everyone out the house."

"Oh really?"

"Yep. Told the boys they're not allowed back until Sunday evening. Sophie's gonna spend the night with Judith and you and me are gonna have a entire evening and morning alone together."

"Where are to boy's gonna go?"

Daryl shrugged, "they can sleep by the lake for all I care."

"Daryl!"

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Abraham said they can use their spare room for the night."

"So what do you have planned Mr. Dixon?"

"Well Mrs. Dixon. A nice dinner prepared by Clarke to go with some nice wine I got off Aaron, followed by stripping you naked and laying you down on that rabbit skin rug."

"Can't wait. I hope you have a lot of energy, got a lot of time to make up for."

"Two months. Oh, Lionel says the crib should be ready on Thursday. He just has to sand it and paint it."

"You think she'll sleep in it?"

"She might not fall asleep in it but she'll be waking up in it." Daryl gave a deep satisfied sigh. "This feels good. Laying here with my ladies in my arms, being able to talk to you. Haven't done that in a long ass time."

"We've had a big shake up but things will settle soon. Everyone's gonna get their bearings during the break."

"Yeah."

They had to move the rug away from the fireplace so as not to get too hot. Harley's head swam from the wine she had drunk during dinner. Daryl's skin was warm against hers under the sheet, his lips softly grazing her skin while he slowly kissed her, making her tingle at every spot they met.

He was torturing her. She had been begging to get naked with him from the start of the night. He insisted on taking everything slow, to revel in their first time together after such a long time. He seemed to be enjoying prolonging the moment until he would enter her. Enjoying her begging him, pleading with him to place his hard cock in her. She lifted her hips to place her dripping wet center against him but he pulled back from her only to bend down and take her nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it hard, eliciting a deep moan from her.

Harley desperately needed relief for the tightness she felt in her pussy. She moved her arm from around his back and placed it between her legs, rubbing her clit, soaking her fingers in her own juices. She gyrated beneath him, rolling in the pleasure of her fingers while his tongue and mouth tended to her nipples. Harley cried out when Daryl's fingers joined her in rubbing the slick heat between her legs before pushing his fingers into her, slowly sliding them in and out.

"Ahhh baby, you're so ready," Daryl breathed out around her breast. He kissed his way along her chest, up her neck and covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply while pulling his fingers out of her. Adjusting himself he started rubbing his hardness along her slit, stroking her clit up and down with his engorged head.

Harley tensed with anticipation as she moaned into Daryl's mouth.

"This is what you need baby?" He moved his cock closer to her opening. Harley responded with a moan. "You want it deep inside you?"

Harley moaned again and pushed against the tip of his hardness, hissing in pleasure as it breached her opening.

"I almost forgot how fucking good you feel," Daryl mumbled out as he pushed further into her, holding his breath and hoping he could hold on until she came. He breathed out, gripping her hip as he moved slowly in and out of her, loving the feeling of her moving against him to meet his strokes. He was so lost in the pleasure he almost didn't hear the loud knocking at the door.

"What the fuck?" He turned his head in time to see the front door open and Evan tip toe inside.

"Don't mind me," the boy said, shielding his face from seeing them with his hands. "I forgot something." Evan walked quickly to the stairs.

"Evan," Daryl growled at him but the boy was running up the stairs. Daryl looked down at an equally shocked Harley. "I'm going to kill him."

"Tomorrow. Kill him tomorrow," Harley said.

Daryl smiled and leaned forward to kiss her pulling away as heard Evan descend the steps. "Evan..."

"I know, I know. You're gonna beat my ass," the boy seemed completely unbothered by the harsh glares he was getting from both Harley and Daryl.

"Naked." Daryl raised an eyebrow at him. "If you come back in here I'm going to beat your ass while I'm naked Evan. Think about that."

Evan made a face, "do I have too?"

"Get out," Harley shouted. "Now."

"And lock that fucking door behind you," Daryl added. He turned back to Harley shaking his head. He settled back against her, brushing kisses along the side of her face. "Now where were we?"

Harley took hold of him and guided him towards her wanting opening. "We were here."

Daryl started giving her shallow strokes before plunging into her. His body tingled at the feeling of her clenching his cock and the sound of her crying out. He raised up on his arms and Harley pulled her legs back, giving him full access to her. He began to slam down into her as deep as he could go, watching her as she threw her head back, panting out her pleasure.

Throwing the sheet off of them he pulled out of her and sat up on his knees, "turn over baby. Put that ass in the air."

Harley turned over, placing her chest against the soft skin of the rug, spreading her legs a little as she showed him all of her from the back. Daryl licked his lips ready to dive back in when there was a round of loud knocking at the door.

"You're fucking kidding me. Now I'm really gonna kill that boy."

"Ignore it," Harley said pushing back against him.

The knocking came again along with the loud cry of Sophie on the other side. Harley looked back at Daryl, a look of defeat on his face. "It's Sophie," she moved away from him and grabbed up the sheet, wrapping it around her.

Daryl slowly got up. "Let me get in the room first," he mumbled as she went to the door.

When he was safely in the room Harley opened the door to Michonne holding Sophie who had a deep, sad frown on her face. At the sight of Harley Sophie leaned towards her and Harley took her in her arms.

"Sorry 'bout this," Michonne began. "She was fine until Judith went to sleep and she suddenly realised she wasn't going home and all hell broke loose."

Harley kissed the girl on her head. "Awww, too soon for sleep overs I guess."

Michonne smiled, "I think so. You might have to have adult time during the day when Judith is still awake."

"Maybe. Say bye bye to Michonne Sophie." The girl turned to Michonne and waved, smiling at the woman.

"Oh, now you're smiling at me now that you're telling my ass bye," Michonne chastised the girl. "Bye Harley."

As Harley closed the door Daryl came out in his pajama pants. "Hey Little Bit," he said to Sophie. "Our very own little birth control," his kissed the girl on her cheeks and she babbled happily at him.

Harley sat down on the couch with a sigh. "We're never going to have sex again are we?"

Daryl sat next to her. "As soon as she's asleep we're putting her in her crib and finishing what we started." He looked over to the front door. "Is that locked?"

Harley chuckled, "locked and latched."

"Good." He leaned over to kiss her while Sophie protested and tried to wedge her face between them.