A/N: My contributions for the RichonneFics' Richonne Grimes Family Picnic Challenge on Tumblr.

Barefoot

Rick watches from their home's rear entrance, taking in the sight of Michonne and Judith in the backyard. His wife is holding their daughter, pointing at trees and birds and butterflies as she talks quietly. He allows his eyes to drift down her body and land on her bare feet nestled in the plush green grass. He lifts his eyebrows wondering why she's walking around without protecting her feet.

He steps onto the patio and smiles as she notices him. Her hand goes up for a wave, coaxing Judith to do the same. He waves back and asks, "You wanna tell me why you're out here without any shoes on? There could be ants or bugs out there."

Michonne looks down at her feet and wiggles her toes in delight. "I'm fine. Haven't you ever walked around your backyard without shoes on? It's the best feeling ever." She grabs onto one of Judith's tiny feet, then looks back to Rick. "I used to run around without shoes all the time when I was a little girl. You should try it." She pauses as she deliberately rakes her eyes from his head to his boots. "You won't be disappointed."

Rick shrugs his shoulders as he doesn't have to be told twice. He sits down in one of the wicker lounge chairs and removes his boots and then his socks. He wiggles his toes, already enjoying the relief of cool air caressing his feet. He steps into the grass and actually sighs. It does feel good.

Michonne welcomes him as he joins her and Judith, the look on his face transparent. "Told ya." She puts Judith down, allowing the little one to stand while holding onto her mommy's legs. "I'm trying to encourage her to start walking."

Rick moves back a few steps and drops down on his haunches, beckoning his daughter to come to him. "Come on Judy. Walk to Daddy."

Judith wobbles just a bit but manages to hold on to Michonne's leg with one hand while reaching for Rick with the other.

He reaches out his hand to her, allowing her to latch on to one of his fingers. He smiles as she grips his finger but boldly takes several steps toward him. "Alright Judy! That was so good, baby girl."

Michonne smiles then looks up as Carl appears at the back door.

"What's going on?" He asks.

"Judy just took a couple of steps," Michonne answers.

"Really? That's awesome." He takes in everybody's bare feet. "Why aren't y'all wearing shoes?"

"Haven't you ever walked around your backyard without any shoes on?" Rick asks as he smiles at Michonne.

Blanket

Michonne's eyes pop open suddenly and she looks around anxiously wondering where she could be. One minute, she was talking to Carl and now she is waking up in the….infirmary? She notices the comfy tan colored blanket pulled up to her chin and wonders again what happened.

She looks toward the door as Rick walks into the room with a tentative smile. He sits down in the vacant chair next to her bed and places a hand to her head, stroking gently. She greets him with a somewhat embarrassed smile and asks what happened.

"You fainted," he answers.

"Fainted? That can't be right," she returns.

"Well, it might be when you're pregnant."

That one word stopped all thought processes, any protests she may have been about to voice, and brings her complete and total attention to the news bearer.

"What did you just say?"

"We're pregnant, Michonne. We're gonna have a baby."

Breezy

Michonne sits on the front porch of her home, enjoying the breezy day as the wind lifts her locs from her shoulders. She sighs in contentment, the wind almost like a caress on her skin. She is waiting patiently for Rick to return from a run with Daryl. He promised he wouldn't be late like he was before as she loves for them to sit down as a family and have dinner together.

She can't contain her smile or the light flutters in her stomach as she hears the faint shouts from the guard tower and the screech of the gate opening. He's home.

Moments later, she spots him from afar, immediately admiring that bowlegged gait she has come to love. He smiles as she waves to him, the fact that she is anticipating his arrival evident and pushing him to walk a little faster.

He steps up onto the porch and greets her with a kiss. "Am I on time?"

"You are. Thank you," she returns.

"I got something for you." He says with a slight smirk.

"More mints?" She matches his smirk with one of her own and gasps as he holds up a medium sized plastic bag. "Are those what I think they are?"

Rick can only laugh as her eyes light up even more and she stands to retrieve the bag from him.

She looks at it as if it is some sort of treasure. "Dental floss picks? How did you know?"

His expression is all knowing as he says, "I had a hunch."

Feast

Michonne is awakened by the sound of Rick retching in the adjacent bathroom. She frowns with concern and immediately leaves the bed to join him and offer some comfort. She drops to her knees beside him as he hovers over the toilet and rubs his back softly.

They'd had dinner over at Sasha and Daryl's earlier that night so maybe a dish among Sasha's feast didn't agree with him.

"Are you ok?" She asks softly.

Rick inhales deeply and exhales as he accepts the hand towel she offers him. He shakes his head slowly, wiping his mouth. "I don't know. Must've been something I ate. I hate this crap. I haven't been sick like this since…." He trails off and pauses as he thinks back to the last time he was that ill.

"Michonne?"

"Yeah?"

"Babe, the last time I got this sick, we found out you were pregnant. Remember Denise said I got the morning sickness instead of you," he reminds her.

He watches as his wife sits up straight, her eyes darting from left to right as she frowns in concentration. Rick Jr. was only 13 months old.

"Rick?"

"Yeah?"

"Well…..shit."

Lazy

Days later, Denise confirms Michonne's pregnancy to Rick's ecstatic expression and Michonne's stoic one. He quickly hides his smile as his wife thanks the doctor and starts the short walk home. She is quiet and the look on her face is thoughtful but dazed. He is unsure of how he should act so he just remains silent, awaiting some sort of reaction from her.

Later that night, they are in bed and she still hasn't said much to him and especially nothing about the baby. Rick is about to burst.

"You aren't gonna say anythang?" He asks.

She gives him her full attention. "Yeah. Keep that thing away from me." She turns her back to him and flops down onto her pillow, clicking the lamp off with a heavy sigh.

Rick lies back slowly, pulling the sheet up to his chin wondering why she can't see the beauty of having another baby.

Another day passes as Michonne remains in deep thought about the next few months of her life. They are enjoying a lazy Saturday at home. The kids are playing in the living area while she folds some laundry close by. Their laugher drifts to her and she stops what she's doing to observe them. Carl is practically grown now and contemplating moving to the Hilltop where Maggie and Glenn and little Herschel are, Judith thinks she's just as grown as her big brother and Rick Jr. is the boss of both of them.

Michonne smiles as Carl stands holding on to Rick Jr.'s little hands encouraging him to stand as well. Judith waits across from them, telling her little brother to walk to her. Rick Jr. takes two wobbly steps and falls, causing his siblings to laugh. The little one repeats that process two more times before he gives up and just crawls over to his sister, drawing laughter from all three of them.

Michonne drops the towel she was holding into the basket at her feet and caresses her stomach, wondering what the newest addition to the family will look like. They have three beautiful children and she can't deny the love that was shared in creating their fourth.

Rick walks up behind her and places his hand over hers. No words are needed or spoken as she turns in her husband's arms and holds him closely, silent tears of joy cascading down her cheeks.