A/N Scifigirl22 and I thank you all so much for reading and commenting, and for hanging in for the good times and the bad. This chapter concludes our story.

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"Let's go Dwightie-Boy! Get that skinny ass back in the fuckin' jeep and get it in gear, we got places to go!"

She had no idea what Daryl and whoever he might be with had planned, she just knew she was going to be ready to help.

Her voice was soft and she sounded distraught, "Wait, Hen…um Negan, before we go can I have just a few minutes in the bathroom?" She tried to look like she was in distress as she laid one hand on his forearm for support, and the other on her tummy.

His big grinning face took on a look of concern, "The fuck sweetheart? Ya okay? Shit, do what ya gotta do."

"I…I…better take my bag. I have some pills the doctor at Grady gave me."

"Yeah, fuck yeah, whatever ya need, lemme get it for ya." It was the first time she saw him lose his composure, and she knew he was scared for her. Well maybe not her exactly, maybe it was Lucille he was scared for. She almost felt guilty for playing him but this was about survival, and this was about Daryl and about their baby. She couldn't afford to feel guilty. So she reminded herself of all the things she knew about Negan and the things he'd done.

She glanced over and saw the look on Sherry's face. Beth could tell the other woman suspected she was up to something. She wasn't worried about Sherry letting on though. She knew the woman wanted out as much as she did.

He carried her bag to the small bathroom and set it on the floor. "You take whatever time ya need. Do ya want me to help with sumthin'?"

"No, no. Thank you, well, maybe a hug." She looked up in his eyes as she unzipped the leather jacket that he wore like a suit of armor. She didn't want him to be protected by the heavy fabric. She wanted him more vulnerable. She slipped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. Then she played on his extreme narcissism, "I just need your strength right now. I get so scared. I'm so lucky to have you."

It seemed to be working as he hugged her closer, "Aw sweetheart, you know that's what I'm here for, to take care of you and our baby." She wanted to punch him. Hers and Daryl's baby would never be his baby. But she had a part to play, she had a job to do. He continued, "You better do what ya gotta do before my mind turns ta things we shouldn't be doin' out here in geekville."

She squeezed him a little tighter when she said, "I'm sorry, I'll hurry."

"Hey, don't be fuckin' sorry sweetheart. Never."

She reached her arms up, laying her open palms on the white t-shirt, "I like it when you keep your jacket open. I like feeling the warmth of your body. You should leave it open."

She gave him one more squeeze, stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, then smiled her sweetest and most innocent smile, "You're so special. I won't be long."

She locked the door of the tiny bathroom before opening her bag. She dug down to the bottom, pulling out her knife. She was a little mystified as to why he'd never taken it from her. Maybe it was because he'd never seen her as a threat, to him she was simply a conquest.

He'd made the same mistake about her everyone else did. Everyone but Daryl. They mistook her for weak and needy. Frightened and without the will or the ability to take care of herself, or to survive in this brutal new world. He wasn't the first to make the mistake, but it was a mistake she planned on him paying for.

She pulled her old faded and bloodstained yellow shirt from the bag and quickly slit it into strips with the sharp blade. She tied the strips together until she had just the right length, then she slipped them through the belt loops of the sheath.

He called through the door, "Everything alright in there."

"I'm sorry. I feel like I'm going to be sick any minute. I don't want us to be driving when it happens. I'm sorry, please, just a few more minutes and I know I'll be fine."

"No, it's okay, shit, I'm just checkin' on ya."

"Thank you." She didn't think she'd ever sounded that pitiful, even when she was miserably sick.

She pulled the skirt of her dress up and tied the strip of cloth, with sheath attached, around her mid-thigh just as tight as she could stand it. She stuck the knife in the sheath.

She had to make it convincing so, as she silently apologized to her baby, she stuck her finger down her throat making sure she was just as loud as possible when she threw up. Thank God it didn't last long, she grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste from her bag and quickly brushed, then splashed cold water on her face.

She was glad for her performance because when she opened the door there he stood, jacket still open. "Shit sweetheart, how long is that gonna go on?"

She did her best to sound drained and miserable, "Gosh I just don't know. I wish it would end."

That's when they heard the noise, a sound like a car wildly swerving with tires squealing. They hurried to look out the side window of the R.V. and she saw where the noise was coming from. Rick was fighting with another man for control of an out-of-control jeep. She saw Carol come into view then. She had a rifle in her hands, she aimed it at the other man and she let the bullet fly. Carol hit Rick's opponent in the head. Beth watched as Rick unceremoniously pushed the lifeless body from the jeep.

It had all been a big distraction. While she, Sherry and Negan were watching the action with the jeep, Daryl had climbed onto the back bumper of the motorhome. The big rear window was partially open, and he quietly slid it the rest of the way, slit the screen, reached his arm in and silently lay his crossbow on the bed. Then he slipped in.

In the meantime Negan had walked over to the RV door, opened it and was yelling for Dwight, "The fuck man, get these guys and let's go! I'm gettin' the ladies outta here now!"

What Negan hadn't seen was Dwight looking on as Abraham killed the other Savior from the jeep.

It was her fault, she knew that. But in the moment she couldn't help herself. When she saw Daryl she couldn't take her eyes off him, and the tears seemed to come on their own. Negan followed where her eyes tracked, and the fury immediately began to build. He saw the rough looking guy with the big crossbow and the wild hair, and he knew. It was him, her lover.

The guy had a big ass crossbow in his hands and his voice was gruff, raspy when he ordered, "She's leaving now."

That self-satisfied smile spread across Negan's face as he grabbed Beth from behind. His arm wrapping just tight enough around her neck to keep her in place. "I don't fuckin' think so redneck. My wife isn't going anywhere with your filthy ass. Her and my baby are stayin' right here where they belong."

Daryl had the bow cocked and he aimed at the man called Negan. "Let 'er go now."

"Surely you wouldn't take a chance of hurting her, would you? Even you don't look that stupid." Negan was still grinning widely but his eyes had a sinister glare.

That's when Beth took her chance. She suddenly threw her head forward and bit his hand as hard as she could. She'd caught him by complete surprise and instinct caused him to move the arm. She quickly pulled her skirt up, grabbed the knife and as she turned she didn't hesitate, she stuck the blade in his gut.

She heard Daryl yell "DUCK!" No sooner had she ducked her head than the bolt struck Negan, right between the eyes.

Beth dropped the knife and let a small sob pass her lips. It was done and she was incredibly relieved. She let the tears roll down her cheeks as she stood frozen in place. She couldn't believe her eyes, Daryl was there and together they had killed her captor.

Daryl wasted no time, moving to her quickly. He took her face in his rough but tender hands. For once he seemed oblivious to anything else going on around them. He had to touch her, like he was making sure she was real. He didn't speak and she didn't either. They just stared into each other's eyes while his thumbs tracked along her cheekbones and wiped at her tears.

She seemed to follow his lead, her hands reaching up to his cheeks, and soon she was running her fingers through his shaggy hair. She finally managed to speak, "They told me you were dead. Back at the first place I was. A hospital. A cop there said he'd killed you. He said you gave your life to save me. I believed it until I saw the vest." Her crying was harder now as her body released the pent up tension.

"I'm right here, girl. There ain't nuthin' that's ever gonna keep me from bein' with you." He leaned forward resting his forehead lightly on hers.

His palm moved to her rounded abdomen, "There's a baby," he sounded overcome as he whispered the words.

They were looking in each other's eyes as she whispered back, "It's yours Daryl. Ours, yours and mine. I never let him touch me."

He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her body close to his and nestling his face into her neck. He whispered again, "I love ya girl. I love our baby."

Her tears were all happy tears now. "I love you Daryl. Even when I thought you were gone forever, I knew I would always love you. Only you."

He had to ask, he had to know. There were still those scars. "What happened? Did this prick here hurt you like that?" With the pads of his fingers he lightly traced the wounds.

She told him a quick, edited version of the story. "I woke up in a hospital in Atlanta. When I woke I had one of the cuts. I'm not sure how it happened. Then, well I guess you could say I was disobedient and I was punished, that's how I got the other." As she spoke she could feel his body becoming more and more tense with anger.

"I'ma go back there an kill 'em all."

"I already killed the cop who said he killed you."

That brought a smile to his lips, "Shit girl, you're the tough one, ain't ya?"

She continued then, telling him about Negan showing up and talking her into going with him. "I was stupid Daryl. I can see that now, but I didn't know what to do and I thought you were dead. I was just trying to think of a way me and the baby could survive. The baby was all I had left of you. I wasn't thinking clearly, and he was so convincing. I was so dumb, I thought he cared about helping me. I didn't know at the time, but I look just like his dead wife. He was infatuated with me, like I was her."

"Hey, don't ya talk like that Beth. You ain't dumb at all. Ya was alone, I shoulda been there, takin' care a ya. Keepin' you an our baby safe."

"Don't you talk like that Daryl, I know you must have been looking for me all this time, otherwise you wouldn't be here."

He didn't respond except to nod his head. "Go on."

"He had a certain charm, but I found out he was mean, cruel and he killed innocent people. He was never mean to me though, he hadn't had the chance yet. I think he always intended for me to simply replace his dead wife. And our baby, yours and mine, he thought it was going to be the baby they never had."

"He sounds like a sick bastard. I'm just so fuckin' relieved an happy we found ya before anythin' else happened."

She tilted her head up to look into her eyes. "Daryl, I never stopped thinking about you. I talked to you every night. I know it sounds crazy but you got me through this. You gave me strength. I love you." Again the tears came to her eyes..

"I love ya too, girl. I never stopped lookin' for ya an thinkin' about ya, dreamin' about ya." And then he pulled her close and his mouth was on hers and they were sharing their first kiss in what felt like forever. It was filled with so many emotions, the love they felt, the relief they felt, and the sheer happiness they felt.

Rick cleared his throat causing both to look up at him. He had a knowing grin and tilt to his head as he told them, "We gotta get movin'. We don't have much daylight left and we need to find a safe place for the night."

Beth ran her hand down Daryl's arm and their fingers laced as they stepped down from the motorhome to meet with the others. They hadn't even noticed when Sherry left the RV with Dwight, they'd been too wrapped up in each other.

Except for Rick, this was the first time she'd seen the group and her eyes immediately landed on her sister. Her hand flew up and covered her mouth while her eyes again filled with tears.

Maggie's eyes were filled with tears as well. She was thrilled and also taken aback at the sight of her little sister. She no longer had the look of a young girl, she looked like a woman now. A woman who could hold her own in any situation.

They hurried toward one another and held on tight, laughing and crying, talking over each other as they reunited.

While they did, Daryl went back to the motorhome with Rick and they removed the body of Negan.

Dwight walked to where they stood and handing over Daryl's vest he asked, "Listen, I know I was with them, my wife and I both were, but it wasn't because we wanted to be. We we're prisoners the same as Beth. Now we need to make a new start with a new group. We're wonderin' if you'd let us come with y'all."

Rick and Daryl exchanged a look then a nod. Rick let Daryl take the lead on this decision.

"How many walkers ya killed?" Daryl questioned.

"Don't know, hundreds I'd guess," Dwight looked puzzled by the question.

"How many people ya killed?" Daryl continued.

"I've gotten alotta people killed by that asshole. I guess that's the same as killin' 'em myself." The blonde man looked ashamed.

"Why?"

Without hesitation he answered, "To survive, but mostly for my wife. To keep her alive. I had to do the things Negan wanted done or I knew he'd take it out on her. He knew I'd suffer more if she got hurt than if I did. I couldn't risk Negan hurting her, or worse killing her."

Daryl had one more question, he thought it would explain a lot and help with his decision. He pointed to to the man's scared face, "How'd ya get that?"

"Him. Negan. Sherry and I tried escaping once before. We ended up back there. He took an iron to my face in front of the group. A warning of what would happen to the next person who tried to leave."

Daryl nodded, he understood but he was in no mood to take unnecessary chances and he made his position clear, "You put my family in danger an I will not hesitate to put a bolt between your eyes."

Dwight didn't doubt the sincerity of the man's statement.

They siphoned the fuel from the old cars they'd driven and poured it into the tanks of what were now their new vehicles. Daryl drove the RV and Beth rode in the seat next to him, her hand never leaving his arm. Maggie and Glenn rode with them. Rick took one of the jeeps and Abraham the other.

They moved out of the area for the night but they didn't go too far, it would be dark soon and they were all in need rest and food.

They kept the campfire low, having no desire to attract either the living or the dead. Negan had supplies in the RV and they had a good meal. It was over the food and the fire that Aaron told them about Alexandria.

"If you join us there we all win. We need people. People like you who know how to survive in this new world. " Aaron looked Daryl in the eyes and continued, "Your wife needs a safe place to have the baby, and to raise the baby. We have real houses, with electricity, running water and sanitation, you'd have your own. We have a doctor, even a school. There are people from every walk of life. Men, women and children."

Aaron pulled out polaroid photos and passed them around to the members of the group. Daryl looked at Beth, he had a family to provide for now, even if this wasn't their long-term plan, it would be safest until their baby came. Baby. He still couldn't believe he and Beth were really going to have a baby.

He'd never thought a wife and a child would be part of his life, but then he hadn't planned on the dead walking around either. He knew in his heart he'd never be the kind of asshole his old man was, he'd never hurt any child and especially not his and Beth's.

He nodded his head, "A'ight, we start movin' that way at first light. I wanna get Beth there by sundown tomorrow."

He and Beth took the bed in the RV, Maggie and Glenn the fold down one.

There was no privacy, there'd be no lovemaking, but he held her in his arms for the first time in so long, they reveled in the closeness. They spoke in soft tones of their love and how much they missed each other. They made plans for themselves and for their baby.

"'I feel like I can't hold ya quite close enough. I couldn't take it if I lost ya again Beth. Ya mean everythin' to me."

"You're not going to lose me Daryl. I'm sticking to you like glue." It made them both laugh softly.

Glenn couldn't resist, he called back to them, "What're you two doing, having a slumber party? Get to sleep."

Daryl was smiling when he called back, "Fuck you Glenn."

They were all up and ready to go long before sunrise. Everyone seemed anxious to start their new life. Aaron rode with Rick as he led them to their new home in Alexandria. They had a few walker encounters but nothing the group couldn't handle.

By four o'clock they were driving through the big gate and into their new community. Beth's eyes filled with tears just at the sight of this place. Daryl watched as she took in the sight of the houses and the manicured lawns, and the people casually walking around. It was like the world hadn't ended at all. Like the place was untouched by the turn. But Daryl knew better, sooner or later these people would have to fight their battle for survival.

They met the woman who was the leader, Deanna, her husband and son. Daryl and Rick weren't impressed by that son. He had a lot to learn if he planned to survive.

There were several vacant houses, all in brand new condition. Daryl and Beth chose the smallest one they could find, and the one furthest from what seemed to be the main gathering areas. It wasn't that they planned to be anti-social, but they also weren't planning on making any lifelong friends. They had a plan they'd made long ago and they had every intention of following through.

Beth couldn't wait to get out of that stupid dress and shower. Daryl couldn't wait to shower with Beth. They'd each been clean clothes from an exchange. They wouldn't need those clothes right away though, not if they were going to do what they wanted to do.

They took turns washing each other's hair and washing each other's bodies. They had fun, a lot of fun getting clean, but Daryl didn't plan on making love to her in the slippery enclosure. He was way too protective to risk her or the baby being hurt.

They dried each other off with the big fluffy towels and then he threw them both on the floor. He smiled as he picked her up and carried her bridal style to the bed.

He was nervous, he'd never made love to a pregnant woman. The last thing he wanted was to somehow hurt her or the baby. "Ya sure it's okay Beth? If it ain't, well it ain't an I'll wait. I don't wanna take no chances with you or the baby."

"It's fine Daryl, it's normal. People don't just stop making love because the woman gets pregnant."

"Well thank God for that."

Still, he was careful, oh so careful. This wasn't moonshine fueled sex like that first time. This was "I'm going to love you forever" sex and he wasn't in a hurry. He had all night. It was just the two of them in a real home and a real bed.

He slipped in the bed and took her in his arms as she snuggled up against him. They were quiet, just lying there relaxed and enjoying the peaceful moment. He kissed the top of her head then his lips traveled to her neck and her ear. He stopped, pulling back just enough so he could see the moonlight illuminating her pretty face. He looked in her eyes, smiled and began kissing her lips. His kisses were soft at first, but their kisses soon became heated as their passion and raw need grew.

They'd been without each other. Daryl thought he may never find her, Beth thought he was dead. Now here they were, together in the same bed. The love they would make was the intimacy they'd both desired for weeks, but of course now that the time was upon them they felt just a little unsure and nervous. It was indeed like a first time.

His lips moved close to her ear and he whispered, "I love ya Beth, ever since the shack. Shit, maybe before. I'm always gonna love ya." Even though he'd told her his feelings before, it still felt new. Like a sweet surprise and she was elated.

She lived to hear those words from him, and now she was the one to pull back just a little. She lay her open palm on his cheek and looking intently in his eyes she told him, in a soft and emotion-filled whisper, "I love you so much Daryl. I never want to be without you again. Never."

He pulled her body impossibly close to his and assured her, "Ya won't, ya won't."

Their kissing again became more intense and passionate and those kisses didn't just express their emotional love. They also told of their intense desire for each other's bodies.

His mouth began to explore the body he'd missed so much. He started at the curve of her neck and worked his way to her shoulder and throat, then, because once was not enough, he did it all again, kissing her shoulder, throat and her neck. As the warmth of his touch spread through her, her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, weaving through his still damp hair.

His hands slid to her back and he again pressed her body close. She did her own exploring, letting her hands glide up his chest and shoulders, before slipping over his shoulders to his back and the familiar scars. He didn't flinch, he was too preoccupied. The anticipation of what was to come was almost more than either could bear.

His hand skimmed lightly over her chest and then to the soft curve of her breast. His patience had worn thin, and he couldn't wait, his lips went to the small breast and he took all of it into his mouth. She moaned deeply as his tongue began to flick across her nipple, and his hand slipped down to caress and gently squeeze her ass.

He felt the bumps raise on her skin and she shivered a little. "Ya cold?" She almost laughed, "No, I'm hot. You're giving me those feverish chills."

Her words added fuel to his own fire. His mouth was back on her breast as his hand move between her legs, then his finger slipped inside her wet and welcoming center. "Okay?"

"No, it's not okay, it's wonderful."

He teased her then tickling her nipple with his nose, and flicking at it with his tongue before giving into what they both wanted, taking it in his mouth again. His fingers were as busy as his mouth, as another slipped inside her, while his thumb rubbed on that sensitive little bump.

He had to have more and he told her, "I want it all girl, all a you." He kissed his way down her chest and her rounded tummy until his mouth reached her most sensitive area. His strong and calloused, but always gentle hands firmly held her hips as he tasted her sweetness. His light sucking and licking had her hips rising while her hands tightly clasped at his hair. Knowing she was becoming more and more turned on increased his own desire, and his tongue and lips hungrily worked at taking her over the edge.

She was moaning loudly and breathlessly as she got closer and closer to her release. The more she reacted to his attentions the more they grew in intensity. She came calling his name as she did, while her body shivered from the power of the orgasm and his body reacted as he grew even harder.

Before his lips made their way back up her body he stopped to softly suck and lick at the skin of her inner thighs. He'd never done that with her before and she was amazed at how the action sent a thrill through her. She felt herself becoming aroused all over again.

When he'd worked his way slowly back up to her breasts he moved his body to kneel between her legs. He rubbed open hands gently along her hips and thighs, as he smiled the small crooked smile down at her and asked, "Ya ready for me girl?"

She smiled up at him as her hands rubbed along the tops of his thighs, and the pleasure her touch brought to him made him even more ready to take her. When she smiled and told him, "Always Daryl, I'm always going to be ready for you." He didn't hesitate.

He took as much time as he could bear, slow and tentative as he first entered her. He was still just a little unsure because of the pregnancy. She took away his doubt when her hands clasped his ass, her hips rising at the same time as she pulled his hips closer. He groaned in pleasure as he felt himself hit bottom.

He kept his weight off her, his flattened palms were on either side of her while straight arms balanced him. The sight of those powerful arms and the look of this man she loved seemingly floating above her, stirred her even more. She rubbed her hands up and down those strong arms.

He bent the muscled arms enough to lean down and take her breast in his mouth, while continuing the rhythmic thrusting of his hips. They were moving together now, both moaning with the pleasure they felt.

The feeling of finally being inside her again, her hips rising to meet his, her moans and the sound of her whispering his name, and her hands roaming over his body, it was all so intense and so perfect. He was having trouble holding back. He nearly lost it.

He wasn't going to let that happen, he wanted her to come for him again. He tried to take his mind somewhere else but he couldn't, all he could think about was her and that she loved him and they were together again.

His hand wandered down to where their bodies were joined and he fondled and rubbed the sensitive little nub, never breaking the steady rhythm of his hips. He sucked and teased her breast, and she was sure her body had a mind of its own when it shook with intensity like never before. A shiver seemed to travel from the tip of her tightly curled toes to the top of her head.

She called out in her bliss, "Daryl, oh my gawd Daryl." That was all it took and he joined her in that bliss.

He relaxed onto her before rolling just slightly to the side, allowing her to catch her breath while he tried to steady his own. "Beth I, I...I don't have words, 'cept I love ya."

"I love you Daryl and it was perfect." They held each other close and sleep took them.

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Eighteen months later

Even though they'd never seen one up this high, he wasn't taking any chances. Not with Beth and their baby. He wouldn't let anything near them, not the dead and not the living, nothing that could hurt them in any way.

Daryl made his way carefully through the elaborate system of walker and people traps he'd built, carrying his kill in one hand. He'd field dressed the three rabbits a few yards back, he just had to finish skinning them when he returned to the cabin. Those skins would make good gloves.

The wind was picking up and the temperature had begun to drop. He could see his breath like a fog in front of him as he quickly made his way back to the small two room cabin.

After weeks of searching they'd found their perfect home high in the Appalachian Mountains. It was slightly dilapidated but it had good bones. And it was livable while Daryl worked hard fixing it up for his family. It was work that brought him both pleasure and pride.

The little home had everything they felt they needed. A well and a septic, a wood burning kitchen stove and a woodstove for heat. He had kerosene stored in a shed a safe distance from the house and it kept their lamps burning. Most of all it had them, their family. They were warm, safe and happy there.

This would be their first winter in their mountain home. Their family back in Alexandria thought they were crazy for uprooting themselves and their infant son to come here. But it was what they'd always wanted.

He understood why the others didn't want them to leave and why they thought it was foolish. But this was right for him and Beth. They wanted to spend all the time they had left in this world living in the peace and quiet of a mountain home. Far from the walkers and the wars.

Ever since they ran from the prison, ever since they first got so close and fell in love, this had been the dream.

He'd taught her what he knew about survival and she'd been a good student. He knew she was capable of protecting herself. She'd proved it. But that didn't lessen his need to be protective of her and little Beau.

They'd given it a lot of thought, and they'd practically talked it to death during those final months of Beth's pregnancy. They weighed every option. They couldn't see any reason not to follow their dream. They knew where their family was but they never thought they'd go back to that life. They knew they could, and they knew they could visit.

He smiled as the cabin came into view and he watched as the smoke softly billowed from the chimney. He could see the soft glow of the fire and the lamplight through the open shutters.

His smile grew as he thought to himself, this is home. Our home. The home we made together. He hurried to get his boots off, balancing them and the rabbits as he got in the door and then quickly shut it behind him. He set the boots on the floor and the cottontails on the sideboard.

He removed his jacket, hanging it on the hook by the door. They were in for the night and the wind was picking up. He closed the shutters and slid the 2x4 across the cabin door, it was that extra bit of security he always liked having.

He made his way to where he most wanted to be, to where he knew her and their baby would be.

She sat in the rocker he made for her, next to the woodstove with the brightly burning fire.

She smiled up at him, "Hey, how'd you do?" Beth's tone was barely above a whisper as she held the nursing baby to her breast, gently cradling his tiny head. It was a sight he knew he'd never tire of. His wife and his child. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

He kept his voice low, "Got three." he whispered.

The baby's eyes had grown heavy, "Your son's almost full, then I'll start a stew."

"Nah, I got it covered. Ya just keep on doin' what you're doin'." He was still smiling as he made his way to the sideboard.

He was busy cutting up the root vegetables when he heard the soft cry. He wiped his hands and went to see if there was trouble. She was standing by the baby's crib softly singing a lullaby. He went to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, smiling down at their dozing baby and then at her.

She lay her head on his shoulder as they watched their small son sleeping peacefully. No one had to say it, they knew, their life and their love, it was all perfect.

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