Daryl laughed along with Johnny at Liadan's response. He knew she didn't have super hearing, but she knew him so well she didn't need to. He told their son to go wash up and put the book away, then got up himself and joined her in the kitchen.

He wrapped his arms around her and let his hands rest over the one on her stomach while his chin found purchase on her shoulder. Daryl had never been so happy as when they'd gotten together and she'd asked him to move in. To be Johnny's father. To be her husband. It was a life he'd never thought he'd get to have. The kind found in movies and books and never reality. Not for him.

"Half the bag, then," he murmured, grinning against her ear in joking negotiation.