Norman Reedus Imagines

By You (5) (Final)

Even though it was a leaky roof, it was a roof. The small house Noah had in Ireland was far from luxury, but it was a place to call home.

I carefully paced through the hallways, the only light source being the small lantern I juggled in my hands along with a cup of tea. The warm rays emitted onto the narrow walls and into the living room where I was met with several candles and lanterns scattered about.

The creaky roof shielded us for the most part, buckets and porcelain cups were scattered under common leaky spots just in case.

My attention was brought to the worn out leather sofa with woven blankets draped across the back. Murphy grunted in pain and slowly turned onto his back to face the ceiling.

"Easy." I said in a small and gentle tone. His light blue eyes that were being masked by the yellow glow of the flames looked over to me, giving them a darker tiny. A faint smirk played across his lips. I placed the lantern on the ground before handing him the cup of tea and sitting on the floor by the couch. He sat up and took small sips, but put it down after a while. "How's your side?" I asked while lifting the blanket to reveal a shirtless Murphy. A bandage was wrapped around his entire midsection, the dried blood leaving a palm sized crimson spot on the bright white gauze. He winced a little and I quickly dropped the blanket.

"Still hurts like a bitch" he said, jamming his eyes shut from the sudden shock of pain.

"I told you not to move the bricks."

"Just turned too quick, it's fine." He said, acting like a know it all.

"The pain better than before?"

"Yeah," he draped his hand off the side of the couch so it dangled in the air, waiting for me to take it. I held it gently, afraid to hurt him. He entwined his fingers with mine and lazily held my hand, a calm and cute smirk giving me the chills. "A lot better."

After the ordeal with the Roman, the cops came. We managed to flee before we were caught. Luckily Eunice and the others were on the case so they stalled backup enough so we could escape. The trip back was tough. Everyone was concerned with Murphy, the only thing keeping him alive were napkins, washcloths and fragments of gauze found in a med kit on boart the boat back to Ireland. I still don't know how he managed to make it, but I'm glad he did. Couple months later and he's almost made a full recovery. If it wasn't for all the close calls he would have been healed by now.

"How's the lil' one?" He asked as he lightly tapped my stomach with his hand. I smirked and looked up to meet his eyes.

"Very funny."

"So you think?"

"Only time can tell." I said, causing his smirk to grow into a toothy grin. He was so happy at the thought of starting a family he could barely contain himself. Every time something out of the norm would happen, Murphy swore it was because I was pregnant. If I felt nauseous, tired, angry or even hungry he would start to get all giddy.

"This couch potato bugging you again Lindsay?" Connor said as he strolled in the room.

"Fuck off" Murphy groaned both out of annoyance and pain. Connor let out a small chuckle just before he took the chair in the corner of the room. "So much for bein' alone."

"Hey, I live here too."

Their brotherly bickering continued as I stood up from the floor. Wobbling a little as I stood to my feet. Connor leaned forward as if he was about to catch me while Murphy did the same.

"Ya alright?"

"Yeah, I just stood up too fast." I said, looking down to see Murphy's smile almost made me want to punch him. Due to the pain he dealt with however, I didn't bother. "You need to quit it."

"Should I spell it out for ya there darlin?" He said in his charming Irish accent.

"Did I miss somethin?" Murphy and I both looked to see Connor, his eyebrows furrowed. He looked so confused and it was funny to watch him slowly put the pieces together.

"You're pregnant!" He yelled as he jumped up and engulfed me in a hug. I struggled to free myself from his grasp but he wouldn't let go.

"Ay! Don't break them!" Murphy shouted through a laugh.

"We don't know for sure yet."

"Oh but I think we do." Connor said before walking over and hugging Murphy who was stuck on the couch.

Who knew that they would be right.

Three years goes by a lot faster than you think, the time goes by so quick you barely remember where it all was spent.

Murphy came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He placed his hands over the baby bump and rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Our little girl ran towards us, colliding into Murphy's legs. He picked her up and spun around, earning a lighthearted giggle from her. Having her around made everything a little brighter, and with another one on the way, Murphy was as happy as ever.

I never knew my life would lead to here. But I do know that my life couldn't be any better.