A/N: This chapter was written by fangirlnovel/Scarlet Ibis. Please leave her some feedback. This is a flashback. Enjoy!
"Looks like I interrupted a moment."
Michonne turned at the sound of Jesus's voice. She had just come down the stairs after getting dressed, and it seemed as if the man had been waiting for her.
"Everyone else is outside, but, I wanted to talk to you alone or a minute," he explained.
Michonne stared at him, curious, adjusting the grip on her sword as she waited. "Why?"
"To apologize. When I went to wake up Rick, and you consequently, I wasn't aware."
"Aware of what?" Michonne asked, suspicious.
"That it was your first time together. Judging by the expressions of your friends and how no one seemed to know, including your son, or…" He trailed off after her narrow eyed glare.
"How much did you see?" she questioned.
"Enough to know that you and Rick and the kids were all sleeping on the second floor, like any other family. Someone lives in your basement, I'm guessing Daryl, and there were two empty rooms on your first floor. Only took a cursory glance, but, you and Rick being together and this being a family unit was all quite clear."
Michonne's expression softened considerably. "You saw all that?" she asked.
Jesus laughed. "You are the clear lady of this house, and Rick, well, he looks at you as if you hold his world in your hands. It's clear he's a man in love."
Michonne smiled to herself, looking away. "Is that why you're doing this?"
"Doing what?" he asked, confused.
Michonne arched a brow at him. "Trying to get on my good side, of course."
Jesus shrugged. "Couldn't hurt. But, for the record, I do like you. Not many women would hop out of bed like that. It was quite impressive. Your reaction. I mean…" Michonne stared at him as he fumbled his way through. He started again. "You and Rick are well-suited."
Michonne started to walk towards the front door. "Yeah, well, someone wakes me up from a good sleep like that, they're liable to get cut down. Clothes be damned."
Jesus chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind." He stepped ahead of Michonne, opening the door for her. "It's gonna be a long ride to my place," he said. "Mind if I sit with you?"
"That's gonna be tough, since I'll be riding shotgun."
"Some other time, then," Jesus said as they headed down the porch steps.
"We'll see," Michonne said.
"You're warming up to me Michonne. I can feel it," he teased.
Michonne smiled, heading towards the trailer. "I said we'll see."
