Have I mentioned how freaking amazing you guys are?! Seriously! 28 reviews?! Holy shit! Seriously! I love you all soooooo much! Thank you guys! Everyone wanted more Daryl, so this chapter has plenty of it ;) I realize that these chapters have been a bit shorter than some would of liked, but I'm still trying to recover from my surgery. Hope you all can understand!'

Daryl scanned the aisle of bundled flowers, admiring the various colors and smells. He had gotten off work early that particular day, and wanted to surprise Beth with a gift of some sorts. At first, it seemed like a silly idea. Daryl couldn't recall ever buying a female flowers; it just seemed juvenile. This was something that high schoolers did at Valentines Day. But, Beth loved flowers. He remembers her telling him about her old farm house in the deep fields of Georgia and how she would lay in a field of daisies till the sun would set. Plus, Beth wasn't feeling well, and it worried Daryl. She had always been a fighter, in the emotional and physical sense. But something didn't seem right. What used to be nights filled with sinful kisses and tender touches was now gone. Now, the nights consisted of Beth spending half the night in the bathroom, wrenching. 'Its just a stomach bug!', she would tell him, and he prayed that that's all it was.

His eyes landed on a bouquet of yellow and pink tulips. The flowers were surrounded by little light blue flowers of some sort, and a sprig of honeysuckle. Picking up the bunch, he placed it under his nose, inhaling deeply. They smelled wonderful...like honey. Nodding his head in approval, he made his way to the other side of the store that contained alcohol. He decided that it wasn't a whiskey night, or vodka, or anything harsh. Maybe a light, sweet wine. Beth loves wine. Choosing a bottle of Moscato, he proceeded to the checkout lane.

The cashier was a scrawny boy with brown curly hair. His name tag read 'Randall', and Daryl thought the name suited him well. Snickering, he placed the items on the counter and fished in his pocket for his wallet.

"For the wife?"

Daryl swallowed briefly and shot a glare to the young man. "Somethin' like that."

The boy smacked a cheesy grin on his face and nodded. "Tulips...women love tulips."

Daryl's patience was running thin. He popped his lips and swiped his card. "Yupp."

"Well! Have a nice night!" The boy sent a thumbs up and winked.

He didn't know what the hell was wrong with the kid, but he wasn't staying long to figure out. He just wanted to get home to Beth.

Twenty minutes later Daryl found himself staring at the blonde girl he had fallen for, who was sleeping on the couch. Smiling slightly, he trudged to the fridge and placed the bottle of wine in the side door, and the bundle of tulips on the counter. He would surprise her with them when she woke up. Making his way back towards the softly snoring figure on the couch, he crouched down to the floor and brushed the long, cool blonde hair out of her face.

"Beth? Ya awake, darlin'? I gotta s'prise fer ya."

Steel blue eyes met dark navy ones. With a crooked grin, Daryl bowed his head down to meet Beth's for a long, sweet kiss.

"How ya feelin'?"

Beth rubbed her bleary eyes and stretched slightly, making sure to crack her tight spine. "I'm better. What are you doing home?"

He peppered kisses along her jaw line and down her neck. "I missed ya. I been missin' ya." Daryl rested his head against her chest.

Beth's eyes fluttered, trying to hold back the tears. She had been missing Daryl too. The girl knew it had been her own fault as to why they had been so distant lately. She was quite surprised when Daryl had believed her when she said it was just a bug. Usually, he could see right through a lie. Maybe she was building a strong poker face. Beth didn't like that.

She kissed the top of his head. "I miss you too."

Daryl sighed into her chest and mumbled. "I have a s'prise fer ya. A few, actually."

Beth tried to smile. She didn't deserve any presents. "Oh? What would they be?" Her body became cold all of the sudden as Daryl sat up to retrieve the presents.

She heard the fridge open, and the sound of a glass bottle hit against the counter. Moments later, she heard the sound of a cork popping out of a bottle. Wine. Daryl bought her a bottle of wine. Beth began to grin and she felt her own heart speed up. But the organ quickly stopped when she realized she couldn't drink alcohol.

He came back with two glasses of wine and a bouquet of beautiful flowers. Tears fled from her eyes, and Beth couldn't decipher if it was because she was becoming weighed down with guilt, or if she was extremely happy. She smacked a smile on her face just incase it wasn't the latter. Daryl didn't seem to notice, and smiled shyly, handing the tulips to Beth.

"I was thinkin' we could have a night ta ourselves." He whispered.

Taking the fluke of wine, Beth cradled it in her hands, and stood to meet Daryl's lips in a feverish kiss. Maybe sex was what she needed.

The two made their way upstairs, leaving the wine and the flowers downstairs. Beth was lucky that Daryl didn't question as to why she didn't drink the wine. But she knew she was running out of time. Sooner or later, he was bound to know what was going on.

Until next update my lovelies ;)