Maggie sat in a rocking chair in a quiet bedroom. She cradled Desiree in her arms, rocking gently back and forth.

The baby was about a week old. Michonne was in the other room, sleeping, and everyone else was busy working, so Maggie volunteered to babysit.

"Shhh, sweetie, shhhh...let's get some sleep," Maggie murmured softly to a fussy Desiree.

The tiny girl gradually calmed down and was lulled into sleep. Gazing down at Desiree's soft cheeks, her fine eyelashes, her button nose, Maggie found herself remembering the first time that she ever held a baby.

Maggie was four years old when Beth was born. Beth's mom was Maggie's stepmom and it wasn't until Beth was born that Maggie began to feel that they were a real family.

She remembered her dad telling her to sit on the couch and to be extra careful, then placing baby Beth in her waiting arms. She remembered looking at her sister's big blue eyes and feeling so proud that she was old enough to hold her.

Maggie would give anything to go back to those happy days with her family.

After Beth died, Maggie felt so lost. For a long time she didn't know if she could hold on, didn't know if she wanted to. But Glenn stayed by her side and eventually she realized that, as much as she missed the people she'd lost, there were still good things about this life.

Glenn was her family now, along with Tara and Carol and Rick and Michonne and everyone else. And now little Desiree, too. Maggie wouldn't trade them for anything.

"Maggie?" Glenn appeared at the door, "What's wrong?"

She looked up and blinked, realizing that there were tears running down her face. Maggie sniffled and wiped at her eyes.

"I'm okay," she told Glenn, who was now kneeling at her side.

"What is it?" he asked, frowning with concern.

"Just look at her, Glenn...She's so precious," Maggie said, looking down at the baby in her arms.

Glenn nodded, "She is."

He reached over and carefully tucked one of Desiree's hands back inside the folds of her blanket and waited for Maggie to say what was on her mind.

"I was thinking about Rick and Michonne. About how, after every awful, horrible thing they've been through, both of them, they found a way to be happy," Maggie spoke thoughtfully.

She's seen both of Desiree's parents at probably the lowest points in their lives. When Michonne first arrived at the prison, she was cold and distant, barely talking to anyone, reluctant to let herself get attached to anyone again. When Lori died, Rick wandered around chasing after ghosts, nearly letting his guilt and his pain eat him up.

"They both found something to live for," Maggie continued, "They deserve to be happy."

Maggie turned her head to look into Glenn's eyes.

"And we deserve to be happy, too," she said.

Glenn cocked his head thoughtfully, sensing that his wife's words meant something more.

"What are you saying?" he asked.

"I'm saying..." Maggie looked pointedly at Desiree and then back at Glenn, a smile tugging at her lips, "I think I want one."

Glenn's eyes went wide, "A baby? You want a baby?"

"Yeah. I do. Is it that much of a surprise?" Maggie said.

"No, no. Well, yes. I mean..." Glenn stammered, trying to choose his words carefully, "I know you were thinking about it, at the prison, before...but so much has happened."

"I know," Maggie said, gathering her thoughts.

"I know how I was, after Beth, after everything. And I know that things could be bad again. But right now, things are good. We're safe here. We should be happy," she said earnestly.

Glenn couldn't contain how good it felt to hear his wife so full of hope.

He broke into a smile, "Okay."

"Okay? That's it?" Maggie couldn't help but smile back.

"Yes! Let's do it! Let's have a baby!" Glenn declared excitedly.

He leaned over and kissed Maggie squarely on the lips. She returned the kiss warmly but after a few seconds broke away laughing.

"We can't start right this second!" Maggie giggled, adjusting the still sleeping Desiree in her arms.

"Right, of course," Glenn smirked, "We'll wait for tonight."

Maggie laughed, enjoying the rare cheerful moment. Hopefully they would have many more happy moments to come.

Glenn looked like he was considering something.

"Can I hold her?" Glenn asked, indicating Desiree.

"Alright," Maggie agreed, "Here, sit on the bed."

Glenn moved to the bed, adjusting the pillows behind his back. Maggie got up and joined him, carefully passing Desiree to her husband.

Once they were settled, Desiree only fussing a little bit before dozing off again, Glenn found himself staring at her tiny, angelic face.

"She really melts your heart, doesn't she?" Glenn said softly.

"Mhmm," Maggie agreed, snuggling in close to Glenn and resting her head on his shoulder.

"What do you want? A boy or a girl?" Glenn asked.

"I don't care," Maggie said softly, caressing the sleeping baby's head, "What do think, Desi? Do you want a little girl cousin or a boy cousin?"

Glenn commented, "Poor Carl is going to cry if it's another girl."

Maggie laughed, "Hey, you had only sisters and you turned out just fine."

This felt good, sitting together and talking about something besides food or fighting, holding a little piece of hope between them. Maggie brushed Glenn's dark hair out of his eyes and kissed him tenderly.