A/N. : Hey guys, thanks for your patience. Lemme say upfront that I'm no pottery expert so I did my best. Lol. Thanks for all the wonderful feedback I've received so far on this story. They mean the world to me.

Sophia

He removed her hand from between her legs, already jealous he hadn't been the one to touch her there first. "You startin' without me?"

He kissed the slender nape of her neck, his hands flittering all over her as if he didn't have sufficient time to touch and taste every square inch of her delectable body.

"I don't want to" she said, touching his stubbled face, feeling his erection digging into her thigh.

"You feelin' okay?" He asked not just because he was taken aback by her naked display and brazen desire for him but because he knew she was having an intense battle with nausea the pass couple days and he hoped her present hunger for him meant she was able to conquer it.

"Never been better." She allowed her hand to caress his strong arms, then follow along the plains of his muscled back that flexed under her touch.

He dipped his head and licked her breasts, slipping a pebbled nipple in his mouth.

"Boys?" He asked through his nipple filled mouth.

"Good. Just settling in." Maggie had given her an update of the sleepover that was well underway with the Avengers movie and snacks; popcorn and ice cream being devoured in the boys' favorite Avengers pajamas.

"Great." He kissed the underside of her breast and made his way down to her not so flat stomach and smiled through his tender kisses when he imagined her round with his baby. "I hope -"

She cut him off lifting his head to face her with a touch of her palm, brown eyes met blue and she shook her head. "No more talking." She wanted them to speak with their bodies tonight.

He flashed her a perfect grin, "Yes Mrs. Grimes."

He leaned over her beautiful body, illuminated by the dim light of their two floor lamps and kissed her, her lips were warm, the scent of her spearmint and baking soda toothpaste lingered on her breath. He captured her bottom lip in his and glided his tongue along its fullness. He heard and felt her moan into him, she pressed her full length against him making his dick jump at the feel of her supple body undulating beneath him. Unable to hold back from ravishing her he plunged further inside her mouth, their kiss was hot, fiery and demanding, he felt her squeeze his ass cheeks and widen her legs to make room for him.

Their tongues flickered together in a duel for dominance and his mind was blown away by her aggression and her eagerness for his touch. His wife wanted him, desired him, craved him, he was the object of her affections and he felt like the happiest man on earth. Their love making in the shed had been a reconnection of sorts, it brought resurgence to his heart and to his body but after the news of the baby there was a disconnect, not a complete separation but a lingering blockage that made him feel defeated at being unable to reach her in all her dark places.

One thing he knew inherently was his wife was a trooper and found strength sometimes in the most dire of places. She was the woman who was pregnant and alone, still trying to get over a past love but still found strength to make room for a new one, she was the woman who opened up to loving a child she did not bear of her body but loved him even more so from her heart, she was a woman who saw past her own grief and struggles and sought her best friend through a heartbreaking trauma because she was suffering in silence.

In many ways Michonne was still Michonne and he needed her to understand he loved all her variations, even during the times she was grappling to find out who she really was.

His dick throbbed at her entrance, reading to plunge into her heat that was burning his skin where they touched but he wanted the moment to last. He needed this point of reckless abandon they both had on display to linger for a while. He felt her eager fingers reach out and touch him, his dick coating her fingers with his juices. When she began to move her hand up and down his shaft he lost all concentration and paused in paying homage to her breasts again.

"Chonne-" He leaned his forehead against hers, her touch was crippling but healing him from the inside out in a way he never thought he would feel so soon.

She looked up at him, kissing his lips as though he was the most delicate thing in the world.

"Rick. I saw the movie you guys made today. I saw what you did for me. What you've been doing for me every day since I got out of that hospital bed. You showed me it was okay to embrace who I am now. That you loved me the same and I don't think it all clicked until I saw the love in your eyes and the strength in your words. I want to make new memories with you but even if I don't ever remember who I am, I see my reflection in you and that's enough." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears at her revelation and Rick's blue eyes were crystal clear with the light in their bedroom as he inhaled her every word.

"I see it now. I see why we're meant to be. I believe that we are. You helped me to see who I am underneath my struggles, behind my fears and I can't thank you enough for that. I was lost but you found me." The tears that choked her voice spilled onto her cheeks.

She was so grateful Rick was with her every step of the way.

He dried her eyes with his thumbs, "Don't cry." He kissed her cheek and she guided his face back to her own as her eyes focused on his again, solemnity in her stare and sincerity in her voice, "I love you Rick. I love you so much."

He was hearing the words, in a way for the first time. He didn't know how he lived the past two months without her affirmation of what she felt for him or the potency of its strength. Strangely but rightfully so he was resurrected. His heart tugged at her words but there was freedom in her naked expression that made him bite back tears too.

How could their love feel old and new at the same time?

He pulled her in his arms as he helped them switch places. She was in his lap, her chocolate thighs straddling his muscled legs, their bedsheet bunched around them. He stared at her, unashamedly because she loved him, he knew it all along but he felt it and it was a dynamic elixir to his heart and his libido.

"I love you too baby." He was about to kiss her again but she slid herself off his lap, his dick bouncing as she came off and settled herself at the edge of their king size bed.

"Lay down." She said, her tone commanding.

He did as he was told, too turned on not to obey her.

She crawled between his legs, his dick standing straight and glistening with his cream greedy with excitement at the sight of her licking her full lips.

She swallowed him without hesitation and his whole body trembled when her warm mouth devoured his length. The sight of her bent over him with his shaft in her mouth, her smooth back, her small waist curving out to her slender hips and very round derriere almost made him climax right there.

"Mich-onne." He couldn't find his breath nor his voice but her name was both a distress signal and an anchor. He was certain she was going to kill him with her deep adoration of his dick. He watched her smooth lips bob up and down on his member, he had a dizzying sensation at the feel of her tongue licking his tip and swirling it around before she absorbed his full length again like a greedy animal about to eat their last meal.

He latched onto her locks, needing something to hold onto due to the onslaught she was delivering.

He felt a tingling awareness starting in his toes, working its way up to his legs, making cartwheels in his stomach.

If she didn't stop soon he wouldn't be able to hold back.

"Mich-onne" saying her name was a struggle. "Baby…"

"Mmmmm?" She muttered in between her licks and sucks.

"I'm almost there." He raised his frame further up the bed, he knew seeing her whole body would surely send him over but he was as thirsty for her as she was hungry for him.

"Aaahh baby, your mouth feels so good on my dick." He grabbed her ass cheek and squeezed, hard.

She let him go with a pop and looked up at him an amused expression on her face.

"You like seeing that don't you?" She said moving her butt slightly for him.

"Yesss. You're the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on." He would swear it under oath.

She blushed like a schoolgirl as though she wasn't just laying into him like a brand new vacuum seconds before. She descended again on his shaft about to swallow him whole again but he held her cheeks in his hand before she could give him a heart attack.

"Baby I'm close. I don't know if I can hold back anymore."

She looked back at him again and licked his tip, again, causing him to jump and his body to shudder. "Then don't." She returned to her delicious task.

"Aaghhhh Chonne. God that feels good. You're mouth...baby….you suck me so good."

He felt his orgasm torpedoing for him, all he could do was allow it to take him up for the ride into an underrated oblivion. He clutched her head again, her neat locks slipping through his fingers as he shuddered under her devotion, his spurts of spunk shooting out forcefully as he grunted and thrusted into her wet mouth wildly. He dropped on the bed panting like a dog in heat as he glided back to the world after Michonne launched him out of it with her intense loving. He was coherent enough to feel the bed dip and assumed she was headed to their bathroom to do her do.

She returned to his side as he stretched out on the bed still dazed at her passion in bringing him to such a strong climax.

She snuggled against his side and he tightened his arms around her, certain she could feel the strong beat of his heart knowing she was the cause.

"I don't think I've ever felt….like that before." He confessed.

"Really? We've never done…."

"No we've done that before but the way you did it, Michonne I'm unable to function right now." He kissed the top of her head.

She stroked his pecs, marvelling at the way his sculpted body looked and felt. Her husband was a sexy man.

Under her touch again he grew hard. "Down boy" he teased.

She laughed, leaning up on her elbow she asked, "You're not ready for more?"

"There's more?" He didn't know what to expect after the sticky note sex story down stairs, everything had blown his mind since he entered their room. If more was coming he was going to find a way to be ready for it.

"Tonight is all about you Rick." She said, settling herself over his erection again.

He stroked her cheek, amazed that they could still go from tender to teasing to tantalizing in seconds.

"Does that mean I get whatever I want?" His hands flirted with her already swollen breasts then reached for the tiny swell of her belly, happy to caress their baby within. His fingers descended lower to the juncture of her thighs where she was dripping wet, for him.

"Yes you get whatever you want." Her eyes closed when he touched her inner parts, he sent a jolt of electricity surging through her heated body with just the tips of his fingers.

"Feel how wet you are Michonne. Go ahead touch it for me." He guided her hands to her sex and she felt her slick folds, dripping and waiting to be dominated by him.

Rick watched her touch herself and he almost lost it when her eyes closed when her fingers found her slickness.

"You know what I want baby?"

"Mmmmhhmm" was her grumbled response.

"I want you to tell me who you're so wet for." He played with her nipples, causing her to buckle forward.

"You…"

"Say my name Michonne. I want to hear you say my name." She was almost lost in a trance with her eyes closed under the raspy sound of his voice.

He held her neck gently as she spoke. "You Rick. I'm wet for you."

"Good girl. Tell me what you want Michonne." He too was lost, floating in space as their bodies spoke a language no one but them understood.

"I want your dick inside me." The words rolled off her tongue, shook him out of his reverie, catching him off guard.

It's what she always said, what she used to say whenever they were about to make love but this time there's was a familiarity in her tone, a consciousness in her intonation that almost made him ask if she was remebering something. Her eyes were centered on him but there was no trace of recognition in the words spoken and rather break their moment he stroked his dick and slid into her moist canal, both gasping at the sensation of being inside her walls.

He flipped positions again, and it was a pleasure seeing her writhe beneath him as he thrusted into her. He pulled back and lunged forward, burying himself in her again. She was clutching his back like he had given her life, in a way he did with the baby between them.

He kissed her needing to taste her sweet lips on his as he felt his climax coming to a head after a few moments of forceful thrusting and fiery kisses. She was welcoming in her position, her legs digging into his calves, their arms wrapped around each other, he didn't know where she started or where he ended.

They were one. Husband and wife. Lovers. Best friends.

Meant to be.

He didn't want the sensation of sliding into home to end for him but he couldn't stave off his climax any longer and by the manner she was clinging to him, her frantic breaths, the tremble in her body he know she was close too.

With a clenching of their hands he buckled into her one last time right before she clutched him tightly with her pussy and let loose a silent scream as she shuddered under him, her release leaving her almost blinded.

He shadowed her as he careened off the cliff too, shooting spurts of his seed inside her and kissing her until their lips felt numb.

Slipping from inside her he moved his weight off her and dropped to the side on the bed. He gathered her in his arms still desiring to be close.

He covered their naked, satiated bodies with the patterned duvet and kissed her earlobe.

Too complete to speak they both drifted off to a contented sleep relishing in the fact their realities were far better than their dreams.

It was only eleven in the morning and she'd already dumped three sets of scrap on the large tile that rested on the ground. Maybe she had hit her artistic wall, If it wasn't for her strong desire to embellish the technique she would've given up two bad mounds ago. As much as spinning clay delivered bouts of its own zen wisdom sometimes the red earth could be even more stubborn than she was.

She learnt on day one of her pottery class it was always better to scrap the defected clay and reuse the material than try to reshape a broken, bent mound, it was a lesson that helped her in own life.

Sometimes it was okay to start over.

She adjusted her seating position, cracking her neck ready to start all over again when the shed door slid open, letting in some light into the low lit room. Rick sauntered in wearing blue denim jeans and nothing else. His washboard stomach threatening to take away all of the concentration she had worked so hard on honing in for the past few hours away with one lusty stare at her sexy husband.

"Hey, I don't mean to interrupt but I thought I'd bring you some lemonade." His eyes went to the vacant large tile on the ground that held three pieces of what appeared to be abstract clay.

Michonne was happy to see Rick and even happier to get a break from the mass because nothing she had molded had come out the way she intended, maybe a small break was what she needed.

"Hey."

"How's it going in here?" His eyes fought to not stare at her like a horny teenage boy as he took in her sexy pottery wear; she wore an armless, too tight, too short cream dress. With some added lace at her cleavage the naughty getup could pass for lingerie. Her locks were in a loose top knot giving her a frustrated artist look that he found absolutely irresistible. He knew she preferred to not let clothes constrict her but he didn't expect her to be wearing next to nothing; tantalizing his libido with the luscious view of her slender arms and toned, smooth legs.

"I think I forgot what I've been trying to create."

Rick glanced on the ground again staring at a leaning cylinder of damp clay, a mishaped bowl and a mug that looked too tall and too wide to be used.

Leaning over her he gave her an upside down kiss on her lips.

"Don't be too hard on yourself Chonne. I see the um…the...umm...vase." He lied, it looked like Daryl might've been right; she may not be the best at this pottery thing.

"You must really love me..." She laughed.

"I do."

"...because those are the scraps." She confirmed, eyeing her husband with his misplaced sense of pride in her rotten work but he was sweet for it all the same.

"Oh!" he scratched his head and bit his lip. Feeling bad enough that he couldn't make heads nor tail of her work.

She leaned backwards for him to kiss her again once her giggling had stopped and the redness in his face had subsided.

Ever since last night their usual magnetic pull had increased the force at which they needed to connect. With the house still to themselves they indulged in a lavish breakfast in bed and a heated session in the shower which tired their bodies out. They ended up retiring for a midmorning nap; a rarity in their house with two rambunctious boys on any given weekend. He folded his arms as he was prepared to bask in her aura for a few more minutes before he headed back outside where he was doing his best cleaning up their leave filled back yard.

The spectacular view of her legs spread wide as she sat on the bench he had built with his own two hands had set his feet firmly in place just wanting to observe her in her element.

There were dried spots of clay decorating her shoulders and arms and a tiny speck had made its way to her cheek. The clay calamity just added to her allure, she had no idea how attractive he found her right at that moment.

"What time did you wanna go grab the boys?" She asked watering the clay she already had recentered on the wheel to make another go at it.

She needed to present a piece for their final showcase that was due in a week and she didn't want to waste time, especially as Sasha's wedding was in a few days.

With the machine on, she centered her hand around the clay to form a circle while pressing the motor to start the throwing process all over again.

"Whenever you want to." He said still unable to move as he watched Michonne use her wheel. He had no idea what the process involved but seeing her in action, looking like a sexy pottery teacher was making him harden in his jeans.

"Babe?" She paused tilting her head back but still allowing the wheel to spin anti clockwise around the clay and under her guiding hands, she watched him with concern.

"Sorry...umm..lemme get outta your hair. I still have all the leaves to rake up in the yard."

He still hadn't budged.

She realized this was the first time he was seeing her work and it had peaked his interest. She usually came to her pottery room when he was at work and the boys were at school and the house was quiet, allowing her to concentrate and focus on the clay only.

"You like seeing me like this?" She asked knowing already what his response would be by the look in his face.

"You look amazing." His eyes were absorbing her as he took her in making her a masterpiece in his mind, one he wanted to capture her frame by frame. He had never witnessed any other form so graceful, so pleasing to his eyes than his wife at the wheel, in the pottery room he created just for her.

With thoughts of creating something functional and aesthetically pleasing for her showcase pushed to the back of her mind she allowed her mind to stray a bit when she saw the bulge in Rick's pants and the way his abs were pushing out in a showcase of their own. His biceps had good form and she imagined him out in their yard, his upper body flexing every time he moved a shovel or a rake in his clean up project.

"You wanna feel?" It took him a second to realize she was talking about the clay and not her body.

"Sure."

She moved forward on the bench, making space for his large frame to sit to the back of her.

When he did, he easily dwarfed her on the seat, their legs touched and he tried not to groan when her bottom brushed against the fly of his jeans.

"You comfy?"

"Yeah maybe you can stop wigglin' around." His hands fitted around her trim waist, trying to centre her too, making her giggle with the flirt of his fingers.

"That tickles!" She said laughing and doing the opposite of what he asked.

"What? This?" He asked, repeating the tickles at her waist again, the sound of her laughter infiltrating his whole being.

Michonne seemed like the same person yet a whole different being altogether but still the most important person in his existence and the woman he was going to love for the rest of his life.

"Focus." She said more for herself than Rick.

She took hold of both his hands, keeping one of hers on the spinning clay to ensure the mud didn't spin too much out of shape or flop completely.

When Rick's hand formed the circle with his hands she sprinkled more water keeping the form lubricated so it would be easy to shape.

The earthy scent filled the room but all he was inhaling was Michonne.

"How does it feel?" She said their hands flirting with each other as the thick clay yielded to their fingers. The high intensity of the spinning splattered some mud on his forearms getting him almost as dirty as she was.

"It feels soft...sexy." His words were a whisper in her ear and he kissed her bare neck unable to let their close proximity go to waste. His dick was straining against his jeans, it was almost painful.

She jerked her neck away from him, keeping a firm grasp on the dome she had somehow managed to keep in formation despite Rick's distracting tactics.

"Are you talking about me or the clay?"

"Clay? What clay?" He laughed dropping tender kisses on her exposed shoulders while he lavished the feel of their fingers mixing in with the moist mud.

"Rick…." She dragged out his name wondering why all of a sudden throwing clay was such a sensuous act.

"It's not my fault I can't focus when my wife is so damn sexy. This is what you always wear when you come in here?"

She nodded through more shoulder kisses.

"I've been missin' out. From now on you have a new schedule. You're making pots when I get home from work and that chair in the corner has my name on it." He could only imagine the thrill he would get watching her work.

"I'm the boss in here baby." She was in flirt mode because her blue eyed hunk was insatiable for her, just as she was for him. "So focus."

He was paying half attention, indulging in how soft and curvy her body was against him.

"Ok, So you gotta be sure to keep the clay wet. Then you pull the clay toward you. With just a light pressure on both hands as you pull. It thrusts the clay in the middle of the wheel."

He only had an image of him pulling her toward him and thrusting into her waiting, wet heat.

"Mmmmm." He said allowing the erotic feel of Michonne in his arms to bring them even closer together. After last night he didn't think it was possible but sharing in the experience that helped her maneuver through her memory loss was exhilarating as it was stimulating. He appreciated her passion, she was all shoulder movements and she was taking him on this journey with her. Her technique was practiced like it was a sport but she was still graceful like it was dance. He had witnessed art transform into a human form right before his eyes.

They were very much like the clay being molded between their fingers, their life was theirs to shape in spite of their recent ups and downs.

Amnesia wasn't a plan but after some wedging, some pinching and throwing they had ended up with something beautiful.

"Michonne…" Rick eased his hand away from the mass and then proceeded to remove Michonne's hands away from the spinning clay. The wheeled clay toppled forward, hitting the ground with a loud thud.

"Rick!? What are you doing?"

In one swoop he lifted her off the bench and she squealed but didn't complain when he set her on the vacant table standing catacorner from the wooden shelf he and Daryl had constructed.

"You were torturing me. Sitting down on that small space with your ass pressed against me Michonne. How could I concentrate on touching the clay when all I want to do is touch you baby?" He helped her slip out of the skimpy dress she wore, leaving her naked breasts to fall right into his hands and her red panty the only fabric between her and the table.

"Well when you put it like that. How could I blame you?" Her hands trekked up to his chest, playing with his light chest hairs. She reached for his curls, still neat despite the manual labor he was doing a while ago.

His eyes were brimming with love and adoration for her and a smile slipped past her lips for the umpteenth time since he'd interrupted her throwing.

"What is it? What's that smile?" He was eager to know and eager to keep it there.

"I love you." She wanted to say it as often as she could.

"I know." He wasn't being overconfident, it was said with a certain air of contentment, of acceptance and a strong confidence he felt in every corner of his soul.

She was basking in the feeling of being so carefree in the experience, so unrestricted in her love for him. Her mind was free, unfettered, and uncluttered, clear of fear and doubt of not being able to live up to her own creation of the perfect template of wife and mother that she was holding onto dear life while it suffocated her.

Finally she found the freedom in letting go.

"I love you." He said, although she saw it in his eyes, his voice held all the emotion in it.

"Thank you for believing in me, for being so understanding, for letting me go through my process. For believing in us."

"I know you would've done the same for me." Truer words were never spoken.

"I'm not sure if I ever questioned our love before everything happened. Can't imagine I did but it's not something I doubt now or I'll ever doubt again. You have my promise. You did that for me. Thank you for remembering who I am." She didn't want to cry again but pregnancy hormones coupled with endless joy, it couldn't be avoided.

She was in love and it was a memorable high. It was more than oxytocin playing its part, she was experiencing her own natural phenomena of knowing she was irrevocably tied to Rick forever.

"I've always believed in us. I always will. I promised you that on our wedding day." Rick said pulling her into his arms.

They loosened their embrace and she realized she had smudged clay on his cheek by mistake. He looked like a dork under her gaze and he scrutinized her, he didn't know what she was laughing at.

"This reminds me of that time you, Glenn and Daryl were painting the guest bedroom right after Dre's first birthday. Somehow three grown men had gotten more paint on them than if Andre and Carl had done it. I had to scrub you down in the tub. And still all the blue paint didn't come out. Do you remember that?" The words rambled off her tongue.

"Michonne…." Rick was stupefied.

"Oh my God." Her hands flew to cover her mouth.

She remembered. She remembered. She remembered.

It had been like a flash of lightning in her brain, but the vision was clear, the memory was tangible. She remembered that day perfectly. She and Rick had shared more than a laugh in the tub. They both had gotten messy pretty much like they were now.

She remembered. She had a memory. A perfect recall of something she thought she would never be able to retrace again.

"Chonne! You remembered something!" She was there in front of him and he could seriously say he loved her twice.

She began to cry. She was grateful, thankful and maybe a little relieved that her brain was getting some traction.

So many emotions flooded her but her memory jolt was too significant to ignore but needing Rick inside her trumped the breakthrough she was experiencing.

She was understanding as important and sacred as they past was she wasn't the sum total of her memories and the man in front of her was more pivotal to her existence than anything her brain could ever conjur.

She lifted herself up from the table and slipped her underwear off, then she reached for his belt buckle hastily unwilling to wait for foreplay. She just wanted him inside her.

Rick touched her stomach, never getting tired of knowing their baby was being nurtured in her body. "Do you have any idea how much sexier you are to me knowing you're carrying my baby Michonne?" It was one thing he always wanted to share with her, a child born from their fierce love for each other.

"Show me Rick." She leaned back on the table and spread eagle for him. The sight of her wetness, dripping from her centre, waiting for him spurred him on. After pulling his head and boxers completely off he slipped inside her and began to thrust as his lips latched onto hers. He had one hand on her thigh and the other on her breast, squeezing her perfection round nipple in between his thumb and index finger.

"Aaagghh yes Rick! Right there!" She leaned up throwing her hands around him in search for some balance at his welcome onslaught.

"God Michonne! You feel so good and tight." He was losing his mind feeling the level of perfection she offered him when she took him to her inner sanctuary. Her fingers were digging into his back, the strong table was shaking with every thrust they made.

They kissed roughly, sloppily, tenderly while their cores stirred with lust and love. Rick didn't let up. He was still pumping hard when she felt her body stiffen and she clenched him which was her tell.

Michonne felt she was on the cusp of combustion, her heart beat escalated and she wanted to rush to her climax instead of waiting for the explosion she knew was sure on the way, it would break her up into a million pieces and she couldn't wait.

"I'm coming!" She tried to be ready for it but it caught her mid breath and the explosion was nothing like she had ever felt before. Still pumping with ardor Rick's legs were threatening to give out as he felt the rapid beat of his heart threatened to jump through the wall of his chest.

Clutching her waist he delivered two short pumps and coated her insides as he climaxed with a loud grunt.

"That was." He let out a breath, "Amazing." He wondered if everytime she got a memory recall if they would devour each other like they just did.

"It was." She said still leaning on him as he found her dress.

She didn't want to dissect what just danced across her brain , she just wanted to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Last night felt like she had started a journey, only everytime she looked into Rick's eyes she realized she was already home.

"I told you it's a secret!" She said for the third time as they walked up the grassy path that lead to the farm.

"Yeah, a secret that you're sharing with me. At least I know you girls won't be in any trouble. So the other husbands' really don't know?"

He held her hand again, like they did on the drive over to the farm; there was no denying how strong their connection and the need to stay connected had become.

"Nope! They think we're gonna get drunk and do some stuff they're not gonna approve of."

"But...you told me. Isn't that breaking the girls code?" He had slowed their walk, wanting to just look at her beautiful face under the beautiful sun and not question who had more shine, because she had won by a landslide.

"I don't want anything between us." Not anymore, not ever again.

"Come 'ere." He said but he was the one leaning in to peck her glossy lips. She wore a loose fitting peep shoulder blouse, it was peach in color and a fitted jeans paired with her Chelsea boots.

He got a good laugh in as she danced her way into them but when he saw her pouty face and her accusation that he had done this to her, he promised to take her shopping next weekend which made her smile return even brighter than before.

"Okay, in the spirit of transparency the guys are gonna go over to Abe's and watch the game and drink beer."

"And gossip…." She let her sentence hang.

"Michonne, men don't gossip!" He said incredulously.

She laughed because they both knew it was a lie; between Abe and Daryl she didn't know who was worse at keeping up to date with other people's business.

"Are we telling anyone you remembered something?" He didn't want to push her but it was a gift they both hadn't expected, they had received so much in the past two days already.

"Nah, let's just keep it between us for now." She kissed him, a sprinkle of kisses that made her feel like a teenager discovering her first love.

She didn't know if it was a one off thing. Since the flashback she got in the pottery room nothing else had resurfaced in her mind and even though she wasn't scared anymore she didn't want her family getting excited over nothing. She liked that she and Rick had these secrets just between them for now, especially as the baby secret was out. They were yet to decide when they were gonna tell the boys.

"You two gonna start neckin' on my back porch too?"

"Dad!" Rick said a bit startled when his father noticed them first.

"Come on in, it's hot outside." Hershel ushered them in through the kitchen door. He heckled them but it was clear his son and daughter in law were beaming for each other and their closeness touched his old heart, especially when he saw them holding hands.

The tiredness and defeat on his son's face was replaced by exuberance and gladness. Hershel wanted to pat himself on the back for knowing things; the couples who were meant to be were the ones who went through everything that was meant to tear them apart and come out stronger for it on the other side of pain. Like Rick and Michonne.

"Hey Hershel." Michonne leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek.

"You two doin' alright?"

"We're good dad." Rick, still holding her hand brought it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand.

"That's real good son." He clapped his back.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Andre rounded the corner with a contagious excitement as he saw his parents and jumped straight into Rick's arms.

"Hey buddy! You had fun with Grandpa and aunt Maggie?" Rick asked showering his youngest son with kisses, leaning him over to kiss his mother.

"Oh yeah! We had a good time. Did you miss us?" Andre's almond eyes danced between his parents, accusation already in them.

"Of course we did silly!" Michonne tickled him and Rick had to hold him tighter so he wouldn't tumble out his hands. "Where's your brother?"

"Carl's out back with Glenn. One of the horses fractured her leg. Glenn is patching her up."

"Which horse?"

"June." Hershel answered sadly. June had been on the farm for a long time.

"Sorry to hear that Dad." Rick knew how important the horses were to his father.

"June is a strong one, a fractured leg won't keep her down for long especially when she's being cared for by people who love her. She'll come out of it stronger. Isn't that right Michonne?"

Michonne smiled at Hershel, she never forgot how old and wise he was. Even his spur of the moment metaphor hit home. "Yes sir."

"Mom! Dad!" Carl came through the back door with Glenn's stethoscope around his neck, Glenn and Maggie trailing behind him. When greetings were exchanged among the lot Carl told them he had an urgent question to ask.

"Lay it on me." Michonne said, stroking his brown hair.

"Can we buy a cow?"

"No." Rick said hastily, his tone firm.

He made his way to the kitchen table and plated two fresh biscuits and poured two glasses of orange juice for him and Michonne.

"Well can you at least think bout it?" Carl asked his hand in the air, still stumped at his father's outright negative response.

"Honey where would we put a whole cow? You giving up your room?" Michonne asked.

"Fine." Carl gave up, giving up his room was non negotiable.

"C'mon fellas, let's go grab your bags. We can discuss how much work entails mining a cow." Hershel lead the boys to their room.

There were boxes upon boxes on the table and the floor that caught Michonne's attention.

"Those are Sasha's keepsakes." Maggie answered before she could ask. "I told her I'd get this done by today but your sister had some last minute changes." Maggie's round belly was as big as the large box on the ground but she had more stamina than women who weren't even pregnant.

"Changes?" Michonne wasn't aware of any last minute changes her sister had but in hindsight realized the keepsakes project was a way to throw Maggie off and keep her occupied.

"Yeah she wanted a love note added to the keepsake, one she penned herself." Maggie shrugged understanding Sasha had two modes; monster and marshmallow.

"This from the girl who's save the date said On June nineteenth I'm marrying an idiot. Marriage is gonna make her weak." She laughed.

"I'm looking forward to her bachelorette party tomorrow."

Rick cleared his throat, sipping on his orange juice. Michonne side eyed him thinking of ways to get him back if he squealed.

"Yeah me too."

"No strippers." Glenn said resolutely taking a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Don't you trust you girl man?" Rick threw out.

"I trust her, it's the freaks like Sasha and Rosita I don't trust."

"You do see this huge load I'm carryin' right Glenn?" She pointed at her belly. "I think I come with my own caution sign. You have nothing to worry about." Maggie clarified for her husband.

Rick pulled Michonne to the front of him, he leaned against the countertop and her back was to his chest. He threw a hand over her shoulder, her sweet perfume arresting his nostrils.

He couldn't recall a time when he felt this close to Michonne before and that said alot because he knew the woman in his arms inside out.

He felt bad for thinking amnesia had put them in a better place than they were before.

They were more than just memories.

"I'm just saying I don't want to get a call saying Glenn can you come get me? We're in a jail cell two counties over." Glenn was exaggerating but when the Fussy Posse got together there was no telling where they'd end up, they were too many stories to prove his theory right.

"Glenn, we got a very pregnant lady, a freshly pregnant amnesiac, a recovering narcissist, a bridezilla and yes I agree Rosita is a freak but we're obviously not functioning at our best babe." Maggie was bringing her case for consideration before Glenn not wanting to admit for a minute he had a point, a really good point.

"That's never stopped you before!"

"Let me get a whiff that you boys went to a strip club Glenn Rhee! I swear you'll be sleeping with those cows outside!" She threw a plastic cup over his head as he stood in shock by the sink.

Rick and Michonne, long forgotten by Maggie and Glenn laughed heartily, enjoying the show and their peaceful togetherness that still cocooned them.

Rick whispered in a soft voice, his breath tickling her ear, "If I ever get like that, shoot me.

"I would have to." She was still laughing at the funny duo who were still arguing about strippers.

"Promise?"

"I promise."