A/N: HELLO ALL! Thank you so much for taking the time and reading, following, favoriting, and commenting. I appreciate it ALL! I read each comment and I love hearing your thoughts, views and comments. I was asked if we'll ever get flashback to the day Michonne and Rick met and spent together, hopefully we get something soon but sometimes the characters don't act according to what you want!

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Chapter 7

"Gotdamn it, Rick!" Shane yells.

Startle by the outburst, Rick looks away from his from cellphone and asks, "What?"

"You're supposed to be paying attention to me and my sordid tales from the weekend, not smiling at your phone like a fuckin' school girl."

Rick chuckles, shaking his head as he slips his phone into the front pocket of his shirt.

"Are you texting Michonne?" Shane asks dragging out the O and N in her name.

"Continue with your sordid stories, I'm listenin'."

"Nah… nah… you missed your fuckin' chance! Now, I wanna know who you were textin'," Shane says reaching for Rick's phone.

He smack his partner's hand away before replying, "Yea, I was textin' my wife."

"Your wife, huh?" Shane says with a raise eyebrow, "So your trip to Atlanta was that good?"

"It was a rocky start but it was good," Rick says smiling and nodding, "It ended well."

"Y'all fucked huh?" Shane questions wagging his eyebrows.

"Shit Shane!" Rick laughs shaking his head.

"So y'all didn't fuck?"

Rick quickly tells Shane about his weekend with Michonne; he mostly spent cleaning, cooking, and taking care of her while she was sick.

"Fuck man! Y'all only been married for over a week and she already has you whipped."

"I was just like taking care of her. She deserves it and more."

Shane chuckles at his friend, "Fuckin' whipped."

"Yea… a little," Rick adds chuckling himself.

Rick moves to speak again when he feels his phone vibrate against his chest. He pulls out the device and swipes it open; his hopeful smile drops as soon as he sees who the message is from.

"What?" Shane asks noting the change in Rick's mood and hearing his groan.

"It's Jesse."

"Jesse?"

"Yea… Anderson, Jesse Anderson."

Shane breaks out into a roar of laughter, "Your ex? The crazy bitch that I specifically told you not to date? That Jesse Anderson?"

Rick groans again and shakes his head, slipping his phone into his pocket and not bothering to reply to the message.

"She's not my ex," Rick grumbles.

"What does she want?"

"To hang out, I suppose."

"You ain't gonna respond?"

"Hell naw! That's begging for trouble."

Shane continues to chuckle, "So what are you going to do about her?"

"Not a damn thang, I'm sure it'll resolve itself soon."

"Fuck Rick," his friend says shaking his head, "Are you going to tell your wife?"

"There's nothing to tell her!"

Shane wipes the tears of laughter from his eyes, "Shit! This is going to get interesting."

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"Sorry, I'm late. Traffic is a bitch," Andrea says as she drops her purse in the empty chair before placing a kiss on the handsome dark haired man's cheek.

"You're fine. We haven't ordered yet and Michonne has been shit for conversation."

Andrea glances at the man, Aaron Connelly, then at Michonne who sits smiling down at her phone.

"No, I haven't," Michonne says absently.

"You've been smiling at your phone for the past twenty minutes."

"Who are you texting that's causing you to smile like that?" Andrea says reaching to snatch Michonne's phone out her hand.

Moving her hand out of reach, she replies, "No one."

"Are you texting Pretty Boy Rick?"

"No!" Michonne says fighting the forming smile on her face.

"You're a shitty liar."

"Who's Rick?" Aaron asks looking from Michonne to Andrea then back to Michonne, "I thought you were texting Ezekiel."

The smile drops from Michonne as her head snaps up at the name.

"Ezekiel?" Andrea breaks out into a loud laugh drawing several dirty glances to their table, "Oh… no…Ezekiel is old fucking news."

"Wait, what happened to Ezekiel? I thought we liked Ezekiel?" Aaron asks including himself into the group.

"We no longer like Ezekiel," Andrea answers for Michonne, "We fucking upgraded!"

"Upgrade? I thought he was perfect? He's a doctor! I thought you all were going to be the next Huxtable?"

""Ezekiel didn't text or call back," Andrea replies.

"He's busy! He's a doctor!"

"Andrea, I am pretty sure I can explain it myself!" Michonne says before turning to Aaron, "It doesn't matter if he is God, he should have replied even if it is to say he's busy. Anyways things weren't going anywhere with Ezekiel."

"We don't fuck with Ezekiel. We fuck heavy with Rick," Andrea chimes in.

"Who taught you how to speak? 'We fuck heavy with Rick'? I already told you about listening to all of that trap music," Michonne reprimands looking at Andrea with a disbelieving glare.

Andrea rolls her eyes and waves Michonne off before saying, "I love trap music. Seventeen shots no thirty-eight!"

"What?"

"I'm a trap queen!" Andrea adds.

"Ladies! Focus!" Aaron calls for their attention, "Who's Rick?"

"Rick Grimes, her husband."

"Husband?" He asks looking between Michonne and Andrea before settling his gaze on Michonne, "Rick Grimes? You mean the guy you married in Vegas and want to divorce?"

"Annul. It's an annulment," Michonne corrects slipping her phone into her purse.

"Same thing!" Andrea quips.

"If you want an annulment and this is a mistake why are you texting him? Shouldn't you be… I don't know… avoiding him?" the man asks. Michonne looks at Aaron, besides Andrea he is not only one of her co-workers at the law firm Washington, Brooks, and Connelly but also a good friend. Upon her return from Vegas she went to him and recounted the story of her Vegas wedding asking him to draw up annulment papers.

"Actually about that annulment…" Michonne trails off.

"You're not getting the marriage annulled? Why?" Aaron asks unbelieving.

"She's mesmerize by Pretty Boy Rick's slick thick-"

"ANDREA!"

She breaks out into a loud laugh as Michonne shakes her head.

"You are really not going to annul this marriage?"

"We're going to try to make this work."

"Marriage is serious business. It is not a game Michonne!" Aaron says being the divorce lawyer and expert of the three.

"I know, Aaron. I know but I want to try," Michonne says.

"Fine but just know the papers are ready, if you ever want them."

She only nods in response remembering the promise she gave Rick, one hundred percent.

"If he keeps dicking her down properly she will never need them!" Andrea quips.

"Andrea!" is Michonne tired reply. She turns her attention to Aaron and asks, "Speaking about marriage, how are the wedding plans going with you and Eric."

Aaron groans and rolls his eyes, looking exasperated.

"My mother is fucking determine to make this the wedding to end all wedding. She just hired a third wedding planner."

"Three? That's fucking extreme," Andrea comments.

"I know!"

"How's Eric handling it all?"

Aaron chuckles at the thought of his fiancé, "He loves it. He's fucking determine to be the bell of the ball."

Michonne adds to the laughter around the table, happy the conversation switch from her and Rick to someone else. She thinks about her own simple wedding with Rick, a warm smile crosses her lips at the memory.

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Her lush body presses against his, Rick relish the feel of his wife in his arms. The perfect combination of tone muscles and soft curves, she molds perfectly against him. With his hands wrap around her slim waist, Michonne leans back to look up into his eyes, a seductive smile singing across her lips. She leans up and steals a quick kiss.

"I'm hungry," he murmurs leaning down and stealing a kiss from her.

"Me too."

He slides his lips from hers to her ear, "Not for food."

Rick feels her shiver in his arms, he smiles against her ear and kiss the area below her earlobe before adding, "I want you for dinner. I want to taste you upon my tongue."

She shivers again clutching him tightly as he hears a soft moan slip from her lips. Pulling away from him, she looks into his eyes.

"I'm hungry too," She says in a throaty whisper, "But I also need food."

The second attempt to their first date is going well, he drove into the city earlier surprising Michonne with flowers before taking her to her favorite restaurant. As the couple wait for their table, the innocent flirting quickly shifts to needy touches and quick kisses.

"How about we leave, find some take out, and head back home?" Rick suggests. One hand on her waist as the other draw circles on the small of her back. Michonne nods and pushes up against him, taking his lips against her own. His tongue snakes into her mouth and she melts into him, a soft moan wafting into his open mouth as he deepens the kiss.

"MICHONNE!"

The booming voice jolts Michonne from his arm. She leaps several feet away from him as she looks in the direction the voice came from.

"Michonne!" the voice calls out again.

"Oh shit! Oh fucking shit!" She mumbles, straightening her locs and clothes as she begins to fidget with nerves.

Rick looks towards the caller of her name, he takes in the impeccably dress man as he marches toward them with his eyes lock on Michonne's.

"What is it? Who is he?"

"My Father. He's my father."