"For the first time, I understood something I'd always denied: nothing about love or sex is rational. In these domains, our passions rule, leaving us with heartbreak or euphoria, but always undeniably alive."
― Lou Kelley


"What are you doing?" Rick was puzzled to see Michonne with her overnight bag and Andre's diaper bag on her shoulder.

"Ready for you to take me and Lil Man home." Michonne announced.

Rick was spoon feeding a happy Andre peaches in a highchair that he cleaned up real good. It was Carl's. He had found it stored in the attic. "You said you needed a day or two."

"Where did you get all these jars of baby food?"

"I went to Herschel's Supermarket this morning."

It was where he purchased baby food at the register and the box of condoms at the pharmacy.

"How do you know if Andre isn't allergic?"

"These I've seen you feeding him when I've been over to fix your door and your window."

"You are very observant, Sheriff."

"Deputy Sheriff."

"Deputy Sheriff." Michonne couldn't help but smile.

"About last night..." Rick started off.

Michonne cut him off to add, "And right after, up against that wall there, in this kitchen thirty minutes later, and in your wife's bed just two hours ago."

Rick blushed as he wiped Andre's lips,"Yeah about all that..."

"I'm listening." Michonne stood there in front of him leaning against the kitchen sink.

"I was thinking you stay a little longer." Rick ventured with the extending the invitation.

"No you were going to talk about last night..." She teased him.

"Well that's kind of why I am extending an invite. I made some breakfast for you. I will take Andre with me to watch some sports in the living room." Rick was nervous about everything. He wanted to give Michonne some time to think it over before just saying a possible no.

Michonne watched him walk out of the kitchen with her baby, while she stood there conflicted.


They spent so much time in bed and tending to Andre that the fourth day snuck up on them.

"Rick, what are you doing?" Michonne had a hard time trying to find her voice.

"I've never done this before Michonne. I don't have any idea where to begin or how to go about it- but I want to do it."

"Then do it and I'll let you know. I will-" Michonne gasped.

He dove in. He fed off her body's response to him being between her thighs using his mouth, his tongue, his lips. The sweet stimulating pressure of his breath was enough for her to scream out and moan.

Eventually, with the amount of time he was learning he gave Michonne one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She thought maybe this was a fluke.

Later that evening Rick was eager to try again and just like the last time her cum shot in to his mouth. His amateur oral skills had officially turned Michonne out. Every time she looked at his lips she would instantly think about the very special orgasms that it could produce.

"Lori and I never. I mean it's mostly with me on top. My birthday she will get on top or anniversary. If she's to tired we do it on our sides from behind if that makes sense."

"Orgasms like that...I could easily fall in love with you-you know."

"I would like that." He smiled sheepishly.

Michonne takes a spare pillow and hits Rick with it, "Then you say some shit like that. You forget you are married?" She peers down at him kissing her belly button.

"No. I haven't forgotten."

Michonne sighs as she feels another wave of sexual electricity course through her body as his kisses finds her breast, her neck, her jawline and then her lips. Tasting herself on his tongue was exhilarating.


"She looks like Suzanne."

"Well, she's not." Daryl was feeling annoyed that he was having this conversation with Sasha again.

"You loved Suzanne." Sasha reminded.

"But, I love you now. You matter to me. Our kids matter to me."

"I hate her."

"You don't know her to hate her." Daryl playfully smacked Sasha's ass. Their kids were running and playing all over the house.

"I see how you look at her."

"Sasha, I have asked you to marry me a hundred times. You are the mother of all my rug rats running around here. Besides, I would have no peace if I left you."

"No you wouldn't." Sasha admitted.

"Can we let it rest?"

"You better not be the father of that baby."

"I value my life. Now give me some more that good sugar."


Rick pulled up to his driveway to find a white Chevy Impala parked. Only one person who owned a white Chevy Impala would be at the house he shared with Lori, Pastor Gabriel.

Rick rested his head on the steering wheel as he was consumed with frustration. A part of him wanted to reverse the truck, grab Michonne, and Andre and just take off. Just leave. No explanations. No blessings. No fucks.

Tap Tap Tap. The sound came from outside the passenger side window. Rick unlocked the door to allow Pastor Gabriel to open the door and slide inside.

"Hey, Rick!"

"Pastor Gabriel."

"Looks like she got you good."

"Yes."

"She's not done." Pastor Gabriel warned Rick.

"I know."

"It's a long way down to the bottom of the river." Pastor Gabriel informed the tortured friend of his.

"I know."

"Do you want to pray?"

"No."

Silence. Pastor Gabriel wasn't going to give up. He was waiting for God to give him and IN. He figured he would use the past to find common ground they could agree on.

"She looks just like Suzanne." Pastor Gabriel began.

"Yes. She does." Rick began his admission.

"She even-"

"She's not Suzanne. I know that. I know that. I know."

"Does Lori know?"

Rick shook his head and rested his head on the headrest, eyes on the roof of the truck.

"Remember when we were on the basketball team together?"

Rick glanced over at Pastor Gabriel who was looking at Lori peeking through the curtains at them.

"I remember."

"We both sucked. Terrible. Always on the bench together waiting for our opportunity to be called into the game only to have one minuute on the clock before we would have a chance and next thing you know...Game over."

Rick was surprised by the lone tear that left his eye.

"The way I see it Rick...God has placed the basketball in your hands. This is your life. Your opportunity to score if you can clearly see the basket."

"Matthew 5:32." Rick cited.

"Yes." Pastor Gabriel agreed on the selected scripture.

"Adultery." Rick named his broken commandment.

"Is that how you're going out? Is that the shot you took?"

Rick sighed as he thumbed away another tear. Pastor Gabriel always gave a confusing response to everything. One of the reasons he hated going to church. He just couldn't make out what the heck Pastor Gabriel was going on about for two hours.

"Anyone that remembers Suzanne knows how much you were crazy for and about her. If she told you to jump you wouldn't question how high. Anyone who remembers knows if you were going to cheat it would be with a woman of color and she would look just like Suzanne." Pastor Gabriel summarized the whispers that have funneled around for years for anyone that was interested in the handsome Deputy or curious in general.

Pastor Gabriel watched the front door open then closed to Rick's home.

Pastor Gabriel continued, "When Michonne walked into the church...what almost two years ago...I don't remember- but Ms. Mabel almost passed out on the floor."

"She did pass out." Rick chuckled despite himself.

"We who remember you before all this-knows that baby is yours that Michonne is carrying."

This broke Rick in such a way that he felt the burden removed instantly and that God was officially ready for him to admit, repent and move on as a better person than ever before.

"I was doing so good. I had a routine. My life was a routine. My job was routine. All I had to do was stick to the routine. The only thing that I can think to compare it too is like a major relapse the kind you know you won't recover from and you know if you try to abstain it will be the death of you."

"Do you want to pray?"

"Yes."