"Their wedding night was in all truth a thing of beauty: the splendor of the celebrations, the hushed intimacy of a private walk under the cryptic light of a large moon, the unexpected delight discovered in the reflection of a candle's flicker in a decanter of aged wine, finally the silent weeping in each other's arms through a night that seemed infinite in its innumerable dimensions."
― Robert Coover, Pricksongs and Descants

Michonne was in the backseat of the Limo, back in love, in full force. This fourth kiss was incredible for both of them. She was on top of him grinding her body against his. Rick was enjoying her kisses along his neck. He was allowing her to determine how far she wanted to take it in the back of the limo.

He kept his hands braced on either side of him. He caught Michonne's lips in another breathtaking kiss.

It was important to Rick that Michonne determined how far they went and when she began to make work with his belt buckle his hands immediately cupped her ass with a firm squeeze. He gazed into her eyes," I want to fuck you so bad. Tell me how much you want this?" His eyes were hooded, dark with desire.

Michonne stopped. She was instantly turned off. This was a fuck to him. This was lower than sex. What did he think of her? Questions in Michonnes head began to swirl.

Rick was confused when she moved off from on top of him, "Hey...What's wrong? What did I do?" He wanted to know.

"Nothing. It's what you said, and I will from this point not talk to you." Michonne sat far away as possible from him.

"What did I say?" Rick was sincerely confused.

"Something you would only say to a whore I would imagine. I'm not a whore Mr. Grimes or one of your random female companions. I need to be treated with respect."

"What would I say to a whore or one of my female companions?" Rick was seeking clarification.

"I'm not talking to you anymore." Michonne practically pouted.

"Is this what I am to expect from you when you are my wife?" Rick was curious not completely put off with the idea of marrying Michonne.

"No. I am not marrying you. I'm not marrying a man that would think he wasn't making love to me, or that I was making love to him. That our passion transcends just sex."

Rick couldn't do anything but look at Michonne as if she was the most beautiful specimen that happened to be from another planet. Rick couldn't figure out if there were a difference between fucking and making love and as far as he was concerned he would fucking love to fuck Michonne. It wouldn't be just sex for him. He imagined the difference would be she would be in his bed every night like she expected a husband and wife routine to be. He was certain at that moment he was going to marry the woman beside him. He realized that she didn't completely shut down. She still clarified her stance which helped him to understand because he was truly listening.

"My husband would never say that to me I will tell you that. So take me back to work. Right now this minute." Michonne demanded.

"No. I am not taking you back so you might as well sit back and enjoy the ride."

"You didn't even apologize. My husband would always apologize." These rules for a spouse, Rick hoped those very same rules applied to his future wife.

"I thought you were done talking to me?" Rick eyed Michonne realizing her words of not talking didn't mean a thing because she was still invested in him.

"I am, once I get what I need to say out, so you don't have to guess why I am pissed with you. Do you think that a wife of yours would deserve that kind of language within a sanctity of marriage? When you love someone, it is called making love. I just now realized you don't love me because number one you haven't apologized, and secondly you don't know the first thing about loving someone."

Rick was wondering if she was making up the rules for their marriage as she went or if this was the only thing he needed to perform to be a good husband, apologize and love the hell out of her...
Rick scratched his head, "I am not sorry that I desire you Michonne even if it came out in a way that you are not accustomed."

"I would never be accustomed to that way, Rick. I would appreciate it if you stop talking to me because I am really mad at you and myself right now. I need to stay mad to figure out how to get across to you that this is a deal breaker."

Rick watched Michonne contemplate and losing the battle as she stared out the window wondering quietly to herself why the limo was stopping in front of a courthouse.

Michonne was surprised as the limo driver opened her door and she got out with Rick sliding out behind her.

"We are going to the Probate Court to get this marriage license." Rick took Michonne's hand and led her inside.

"Rick." Michonne was surprised.

"We are going to get married today. No better day than today. We get this license, and then they have someone who will marry us at 6 pm. "
"You're serious?"

"You better have a driver's license on you." Rick took Michonne's hand, and she followed, instantly compliant and head-over-heels in love.

"Where are you asshole?"

"Getting Married." Rick was standing in the hallway peering in occasionally at Michonne who was making small talk with another couple waiting to be married.

"What? The phone must be breaking up." Shane put Rick on speaker phone, so he could be heard by Abe, Daryl, and Glenn who were all waiting on his houseboat with some very attractive younger women.

"I am at the courthouse waiting for our name to be called. I am marrying Michonne." Rick informed his friends realized that he was now on speaker.

Abe was shocked, "What the fuck. You must have suffered some lasting brain trauma. We are at the boathouse we're waiting for you to get this party started."

Rick felt like he had Deja vu. "I am not about that anymore. I need help with something. Clarification...what the hell is the difference between fucking and making love. Is there a different technique? I mean I can't mess this shit up. She's driving me crazy telling me there is a difference."

"How about you are already fucking crazy. Why are you asking us? Like we would know?" Shane asked.

Daryl laughed, "So the honeymoon is in a few hours, and you want to make sure your shit is on point? Your old ass should know the difference, but I guess we all been fucking for so long I tell you, this is hilarious."

"The difference between fucking...hmmm," Glenn was considering the difference. "Fucking is a wham bam thank you while lovemaking I guess is self-explanatory...love...shit if I know. Can't imagine what that would feel like."

Abe suggested, "Romance novels. Think about what is in the romance novels. Touchy feely. Look into the eyes. A lot of touching I think. Slow. Everything slow and looking into the eyes. Report back on that one if there is a difference."

"Whisper I love you...Sasha gets off on that shit." Daryl found himself laughing alone.

All eyes went to Daryl.

"What are you mad at me for? I am not going to paying your rent Sasha; I didn't stutter."

"Then what is your purpose? What is the purpose of me opening my legs to you if you can't take care of business outside of the bedroom? I've got bills, Daryl. I shouldn't have to spell it out to you! You know what-I am locking up all the goodies. I am going home."

Daryl watched Sasha get dressed and grab her purse when he found himself stopping her, halting her from leaving his luxury apartment.

"You forced my hand? Where you think you're going?"

"I missed too many days of work fucking around with you Daryl. I am not fucking around with anyone else. Just you. I don't know what we are doing here. I don't get it, and by the look of things you don't give a shit about me."

"I'm stopping you ain't I. I am not asking you to leave. You know I am all about you. I ain't even fucking around with anyone else. I am tired of hearing about you need a sponsor. I can sponsor your ass right here under this roof. If you want...Come on baby look at me."

"What are you saying, Daryl?" Sasha was hesitant to look at Daryl.

"I want you to tell me how much it would cost to break your lease and come and live with me. I want you under this roof. I like coming home finding you in my bed every night. It feels right to me."

"What are you saying, Daryl?"

"What do you think I'm saying?"

"I don't know...some of it is static noise."

"Bring your ear here then."

Sasha allowed Daryl to suck on her ear lobe. She was feeling herself coming undone and when he said what he said, she was naked again.

"I love you," Daryl whispered three words he never said to anyone in his whole life, but he said it to Sasha who happened to have stolen his heart the first day they met. "I love you."

"I, Rick Grimes, take you, Michonne Benton, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death does us part." Rick took the two hundred thousand dollar wedding ring and slid it on her finger. A perfect fit.

Michonne gasped at the size and beauty. "Oh my God Rick."
The person who was officiating the ceremony was stunned by the ring. Five carat and sparkling.

Rick had to bring the attention off the rings to it being Michonne's turn. He had given her his wedding band that he purchased for himself. She had thrown another pouting session before their name being called to be next up, blaming him for being blindsided and not having a chance to purchase him a ring. He had to kiss her. Kiss her real good to get her to calm her nerves about it. He had shown her the band he purchased, a white gold band for himself and what he had engraved with Michonne's name on the inside and Michonne was immediately compliant.

"I, Michonne Benton, take you, Rick Grimes, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death does us part."

Herschel who was officiating the wedding and pronounced them man and wife.

Tyrese was happy to get out of Japan that he did not know what to do with himself. He stretched out in first class as he was accustomed to doing while Eugene stared out the window at the blue sky that vanished until there was nothing but fluffy clouds.

"How are you doing over there my man? We good and comfy?"
Tyrese asked Eugene.

"Do you think the fogs that we see above trees are clouds or fog?"

"What?"

"Do you think the fog above the trees is clouds or fog?"

Tyrese began to sift through his carry-on bag he had stuffed under his seat without notice by the stewardess to investigate what rambling tangent Eugene found himself. Just in case he had to search google for answers, Tyrese asked,"What's making you think about it?"

"I just believe that we live in a fog it's never been clouded. I think clouds are an illusion. It's just fog."

Tyrese glanced over to Eugene not sure what he was rambling about, but he listened.

"When you lived as long as I had as a kid in a fog you would know what I mean, it was like nothing else existed. Autism was like a vacuum. I sometimes have to fight not to be sucked back in."

It was this moment that would bring Tyrese to tears.

"Well," Tyrese wiped at his eyes, "How many we got left on that list?"

"Under Rick's authority, we have five more. Five more. Five more. Five more. Five more."

"Spain here we come!"

"We are married," Rick stated.

"We are married." Michonne smiled with the same exact response.

"Michonne Grimes. My wife."

"Rick Grimes. My husband."

"You have everything squared away? Do you need to make any phone calls before we go in the house?"

"I told Noah. I told him not to tell Granny. I will tell Granny. I can only stay one night, or she will curse my good name. My Granny would just think the worse. My Granny will worry, and I would need to tell her that I am married to yo..."

Rick swooped her up into his arms and carried her into the home that no other woman other than Rosa who was under his employ stayed. He pressed the alarm code on his phone that reactivated the house alarm and locked the door.

Ms. Rosa instantly came from her room to see the back of Rick climbing the stairs to his master suite, carrying a woman she has yet to meet.