I'm terrible. I nearly forgot to upload this chapter. Also, why is it that prescribed lens cost $300+?
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It wasn't until late that night Michonne felt the bed dip beside her. It was around eleven. She didn't wait in the living room after her phone call with Ezekiel. It still weighed heavy on her chest. Overshadowing the joy of the news she got earlier. Instead, she crawled into bed and slept. Rick was silent. Just sitting at the edge of the bed.
"Rick?" She called out to him and he tensed up. She could tell something was bothering him. Something was bothering her too.
"What did the doctor say? I'm sorry I couldn't be there." His back was still turned to her.
"Everything was fine, Rick." He nodded then turned on a lamp. She watched as he just tossed his hat on the side then shrugged out of his shirt. "Rick, what's wrong?"
"I threw my boots away." His gaze met hers over his shoulder. "I had them for years."
That wasn't all, she had a feeling there was more to it. "Then I'll buy you a new one. They'll be better because it'll be from me."
"Thank you," His back hit the mattress, "We have a drug problem, more than a drug problem, more than twenty people have been murdered and I couldn't do anythang to stop it. I'm beginning to fear this might be too big for me to handle."
"Rick, don't let everything fall on your head. You can't stop everything bad from happening. You have an entire force behind you, solving it doesn't fall all on you. I sure as hell don't want you hurt."
"I know," Grabbing her hand he kissed her palm. "This was a terrible holiday."
"It wasn't all bad, Rick." She drew his hand down to her stomach. Rick gave her a questioning look but he didn't pull away. "You're going to be a father."
"What?" His voice was louder when he asked the question.
"The doctor took a few tests; the symptoms I've been experiencing were caused by pregnancy. Rick, I'm telling you I'm pregnant." It took a while for the words to sink in but a smile lit up his face. His arms were soon draped around her and they were a mess of tangled limbs. Light touches were spread over her midsection.
"You have no idea how fucking happy this makes me. No idea." Their lips touched, it was gentle. She could feel the excitement rolling off his shoulders.
Pulling away from him she said, "I spoke to Ezekiel earlier." There was silence around them. Remembering their conversation, hearing how distraught Ezekiel sounded made her grieve for his loss.
"And?"
"He has a child but that came with a price. There was a married woman with an abusive husband he was seeing. It didn't end well." There was a pause to gauge his reaction.
Rick pressed his lips together. It seemed he understood the implication. "Hopefully, he can be the father that child needs. I'm sorry to hear that, Michonne."
"He wanted me there-"
"No." Michonne scowled at his blunt tone.
"You didn't even let me finish." She argued.
"You didn't have to finish. He's hurting, Michonne, I get that but you, you're not leaving to fly halfway across the globe to comfort him. Especially, since you're carrying my child." The look he gave her left no room for argument.
"Rick, I feel terrible about things. He's been my friend for years, I'm not leaving but I feel like I should do something." Anything would be good. It broke her heart, hearing him cry over the phone.
"As your boyfriend, I don't want you to carry the burden of trying to 'fix' your friend. He needs someone to talk to, I know that but I don't want you stressed about anythang. At first, he'll just want to talk, then he'll want help with his child, more help than a friend should agree to. Now as a cop, talk to him, convince him to get therapy." They were all logical solutions. Rick was right.
"I ruined the mood, didn't I? You were excited about this pregnancy a minute ago."
"And I still am, Michonne. This is the best thing I've heard all day. You have no idea." He paused, his blue gaze examining her face. "Are you happy about this?"
"I am, though I have to admit it's terrifying. This is my first child Rick, I'm not entirely sure what to expect. But I do know you'll be amazing. How you are with Carl." Michonne admired the love and devotion he had for his son, she couldn't imagine him giving anything less. "I know you'll be nothing short of amazing."
Michonne entwined her fingers with the hand on her stomach. "You'll be an amazing mother, Michonne." He whispered to her.
"You know Maggie is already plotting on our child."
"Is she now?"
"I have no doubt she's already ordering little outfits. One with cowboy slangs." Michonne chuckled at the thought.
"Rick." She said when he went silent.
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I am now."
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"So, you're telling me I was right? That I have this gift, a gift that can tell whether or not a woman is with a child." Michonne fought the urge to roll her eyes at Andrea's musings. Despite the news of her pregnancy, she couldn't stop the bitter cloud the hovered over her head.
"Don't you have work to do Andrea?" Booting up the computer she scanned through her emails.
Andrea held the cup onto her cup, wiping some of her lipstick of the rim. "Philip and I aren't going to work out." She revealed. Michonne paused over a few urgent emails to look at Andrea's dismal expression. It was strange for her to mention Philip when she spoke more about Shane.
"I thought you two were solid. Besides the other man of course."
"When he went away for business I found out he was cheating on me."
"Aren't you cheating on him?" Michonne was confused.
"That's not the point; Philip has a history with alcohol. When he slept with other women he only had to be drunk enough to text me a video of it." Michonne winced at Andrea's sour tone and the thought of her getting that video.
"Is that why you weren't here for the week? I know that must've been tough to swallow." She would've told Andrea about her pregnancy sooner but when the weekend was over she got a text saying she would be absent. Michonne went through her usual work routine for four days before Andrea decided to come back.
Andrea pierced her lips and leaned in closer to her. "I told him about it when he came back. I just wanted to know why he sent it. I don't go around sending him videos every time Shane and I get intimate. He got a little rough after I showed it to him. After that, I took some time off to be with him."
"He put his hands on you and you stayed there. Did you break up with him? I hope you did Andrea."
"I didn't."
"Andrea." She chided.
"Michonne. We all can't be perfect and have our shit together like you and Rick. I love Philip I can't just pick up and leave him after a small accident." It was an accident now and it was going to be an accident next time. Everything that was leaving Andrea's mouth left Michonne astonished.
"But you love Shane don't you?"
"Michonne, I don't know. I just wanted to tell 'someone' and your actually one of my only friends. At least one that will listen to me."
"You want my advice?" She nodded. "Leave Philip, when a man gets 'rough' that's never a good sign, especially if he has a drinking problem, Andrea."
"It's not that simple Michonne."
"You don't have marital ties to the man." Andrea's gaze flew to the door of her office. "Please, Andrea don't tell me your thinking about marrying him."
"He asked, after I found out about the video."
"That's why you stayed with him? I can't believe I'm saying this but if I were you I'd chose Shane." A few more emails alerted Michonne. It was strange, all of them had the same label, Urgent. "A long time ago, I had a boyfriend he never laid a finger on me for it to be abuse, his words were enough. I'm telling you now Andrea, whatever Philip might be doing for you, it isn't worth it."
Michonne clicked on one of the urgent emails.
From: Negan
Sent: Friday, November 17, 2017 8:42:41 PM
To: Michonne
Subject: *Urgent*
Hello lovely,
This may seem strange but I had this niggling feeling in my balls, a feeling I can't seem to get rid of. There are so many things I'd love to do with an ass like yours. Well, now that that's out of the way. Inquiring motherfuckers such as myself were wondering if you did personal representation. I know, I know. You work for the big boys but I want you to help me with something Michonne. Something personal. Can a meeting be arranged?
Yours truly,
Negan
After reading the message she already knew who the rest were from.
From: Negan
Sent: Thursday, November 23, 2017 11:54:23 AM
To: Michonne
Subject: **Urgent**
Hello gorgeous,
I'm sorry if I offended you with the last email. You do have an amazing body. I did mean every word I said. But seriously, I need to know if you do personal representation. That guy Philip is a dumb fuck that I don't trust. I can trust you can't I? Let me know. I'm willing to pay any amount.
Yours truly,
Negan
Michonne threw her hand over the keyboard ready to compose a new draft telling him how crude, inappropriate and disrespectful he was. Instead, she got a few more alerts the same title all begging for her to represent him. He was more adamant in the new ones that were recently sent. Just how much trouble was he in? Deleting a few of his emails from her personal inbox she tuned back into with conversation Andrea.
"I didn't tell him yes, Michonne."
"To his proposal?" Relief flooded through her.
"Yeah, I just said I needed more time." Andrea emptied the mug in her hand. "By the way, I got an email from your client."
"Was it Negan?"
"How did you know? But he said he'd be stopping by to see you. He said something about it being a personal matter." Andrea got up from her seat. "I'm going to need another coffee." Michonne sighed as Andrea left. She was dreading having Negan in the same room as her.
For the better part of the morning, things have been running smoothly. She sent a few text to Ezekiel, just to find out if everything was alright with him and the baby. His response was grim, the police were questioning him after they found out the child was his and even through text, and Michonne could tell he wasn't himself. Sighing, she threw her phone on the side and focused on work.
There was a light tap on the door dragging before it was pushed open without a single response from her. Frowning, she looked at the man who slinked his way into her office. Michonne already knew what was coming but her mood deflated when Negan actually showed his face.
There was a dimple in his wide cheeky smile as he closed the door behind him. "I see you got my message." He said taking a seat before her.
"I did. Negan what you said was not only inappropriate but disrespectful. It won't take long for me to print this and walk over to HR. I'm sure they'd be happy to file a police report on my behalf."
He took his leather jacket off, one sleeve at a time before throwing on the back of his chair. "Hold on there, sweetheart. There's no need to act irrational, I apologized for that."
"That wasn't exactly an apology. Why are you here Negan?" There was no need to keep him in the same room as her. The soon she could get his ass out the better.
"Well you're a lawyer aren't you? I'm in need of your personal assistance."
"Negan…" He never seemed to stop.
"Fine. That came out wrong. I want you to represent me." He held his hand up when she began to spoke. "I know you already represent my company but that's all you do. I want a little more from you."
"Why? I can point you to a few other attorneys that will be happy to help you. I want nothing more to do with you Negan."
"Am I that bad, Michonne?" He asked perplexed.
"Yes, you are."
He jerked back as if her words physically harmed him. "Well, fuck me. I always thought I was the good guy."
Was he actually being serious? Everyone's response toward his blatant attitude should've thrown red flags at him long before now. "I think you know you're not."
"Maybe." He wondered. "Maybe that's why I need your help. I'm sorry if I'm always an asshole to you but I really, really need your representation." His instance was rubbing her the wrong way. On any other day, she would've been flattered but she had little to no experience in the courts and Negan must've known that already. So why would he be so adamant about this?
"Why me? Like I said I can direct you-"
"I just need you. It can only be you." Negan leaned back in his seat, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "and it also helps that your sexy as fuck. You're not taking my bullshit and I like that. And before you ask, I don't give a shit about your resume."
"I'm not going to represent you. In fact, I don't need to represent your company either." Michonne really didn't have time for whatever drama Negan had hidden behind his agenda. There were a few local food chains that could easily fill in Negan's spot.
"I'm sorry what?"
"I don't know what you're up to but if you're doing something illegal that would just mean I couldn't disclose any information with the police force of this town if I represented you Negan."
Biting his lip he scrunched his nose up. "Maybe I just wanted a fucking divorce. Actually, I think I do."
Common sense told her he was lying. Lori made his business look good, in the bank and on paper. It didn't take long for her to see that after reading through some of his files.
"I think you need to leave." She smiled.
"This entire exchange has made my dick harder than steel, Michonne." His tongue darted out to swipe across his bottom lip. "I don't like your choice at all. At all. But I think I'll accept it for now. I'll see you around." Grabbing his jacket he threw it over his shoulder before heading for the door. There was a pause, "Oh, and tell Rick I said hi." He chuckled, then walked out.
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"So what the fuck are we going to do now?" Shane slammed the car door behind him after he got in. For the better part of the week, they were chasing a ghost. Now they had a lead. Rick knew where to find a few bikers that knew about the 'saviors'. But it shouldn't be this difficult.
"Tobin said all he could say. I think these guys are threatening most of the bar owners. Tobin always helps out any way he can. You know that. We just have to go off everything he gave us."
"Rick, I'm not gonna sit back and watch another person die because of the shit that's going down. We need a way to get more information. What Tobin gave us was good, but that's just another motherfucking mouth that's going to lead to another fucking mouth." Shane slapped the dashboard. "And all mouths do is fucking yap, Rick. That's all they do."
"Calm down, Shane. It's frustrating; I know but let's just check out this spot." Shane didn't have a level head. That was never good.
"I'm good, Rick." He said through clenched teeth.
"Then why the fuck are you hitting county property like that?"
"Catching these guys ain't enough reason?" Rick shook his head. They were on their way to a discreet clubhouse. Discreet to locals but Rick knew that place all too well. It was one of those spots most biker's flocked to. Whether they were visitors passing through or just living in the in the area, that place was always lined up with rows of bikes. "It's not, Shane."
"I've got a lot of shit on my mind. That's all."
"This ain't got something to do with your love triangle does it?" He could read Shane like a book.
"Man, I thought I could do it. I want more with her you know. But she's just so caught up with that man."
"I'm just going to put this out there, I don't condone what you two are doing."
"I know that Rick, I'm getting at that age where I just need some sort of stability." Rick was shocked. Hearing those words from Shane of all people. "I don't want to be the 'other' guy. Feels like I fucked myself over loving that woman."
Words were lost on him. "That's how you feel. Then tell her." They were approaching a familiar dirt road that led to the hidden black barn.
"I'll give her an ultimatum." Rick's foot eased off the gas pedal before the patrol car came to a complete halt. "Either me or Philip."
"I don't have to be a woman to tell you women don't like that." He sniffed. "You're not going to do that are you?"
"Let's just do what we came here to do alright man?" Rick gave him a stiff nod before scoping out the area. There weren't many bikes lined up this time around. Taking the gun off his hip he checked the rounds in the gun's barrel.
"You really think we need our guns, Rick?" Taking the safety off his gun he turned to look at Shane.
"Better safe than sorry, I've got a lot to live for."
"Like what, as far as I'm concerned your son is a man now." Shane chuckled loading his gun. "Buying his own rubbers. I remember when he was in diapers." Rick froze.
"Buying his own what?" He shoved the gun back in its holster.
"Oh shit, you know what forget I said that." Shane hopped out the car and he followed. Carl wouldn't keep something like that from him would he?
"When was this?"
"When was what?"
"Shane…"
Shane sighed, "A few weeks ago I ran into him at a store. I actually can't recall what he got." Rick scoffed at his lie.
"Right, let's get this over with." Rick placed his hat on his head. There were a few broad shouldered men lined off at the door. Their eyes looked them up and down. Assessing them as they approached the door. Rick laid his hand on the butt of his colt python. Establishing who had the authority was and will always be crucial when approaching these kinds of men. Shane did the same.
"We're looking for Simon. Seen him?" He questioned a particularly beefy man.
"What's your business with him?"
"That's none of your concern. I asked if a Simon was here, now is he or is he not here?" The man fell silent for a few minutes. His mouth pressed into a thin line.
"I'll get him for you."
Shane threw a hand on his shoulder when the bulky man disappeared in the building. "I don't like that look on his face. He said loud enough for him to hear. Rick didn't let the snarl he wore slip his mind. The other bikers that were still outside kept their eyes glued on them.
"Yeah, I don't like it either." Rick still had his hand on the gun at his hip. It wasn't long before the big man came back out.
"I heard a pig was looking for me?" A man with balding hair emerged from the black barn.
"Hey watch your fucking mouth." Shane warned. Rick held a hand up hoping to settle Shane down. He had cooled down from earlier. Having him riled up amongst all this hostility was bad.
"Just came here to ask some questions Simon. Do me a favor and run your dogs, now." The big guy growled in anger taking a step toward Rick. The motion he made didn't escape Rick or Shane either. He was reaching. Simon pushed the man back.
"Big Mike doesn't like to be referred to as a dog, Sheriff." Simon gave a short nod and everyone cleared out to their bike's, they weren't too far.
"It seems like you know me well enough, Simon." He smiled bracing his hands on his waist.
"Who doesn't know about you? It's my business to know about you, your work…. Your family." Rick tilted his head and gave him a dangerous look.
"Where the fuck are you getting at?" His hands tightened on the gun. Simon held his hands up.
"Nothing Sheriff. Now, what's the problem, did I park illegally?"
Rick glanced over to the men; they were all leaning against their bikes, watching them. "To my understanding, you're involved with the saviors."
"And who told you that?"
"It's from a mouth, no need for you to know any more than that."
"It was Tobin wasn't it?'' Rick kept a passive expression.
"Let's cut the bullshit. You sell drugs and push them. Who's helping you with that? It won't take much for me to find your home… your family. If you work with me I'll be considerate, talk the judge out of charging you with ten murders. I'll play nice and go with five."
"Only ten? I thought the body count had to be at least fifty." Rick clenched his jaw.
"Fuck this. You're coming with us for questioning," Shane spoke up. "Either we do this the easy way or I force your 80's bearded ass in that car." The hair at the back of Rick's neck stood up when he heard the cock of a gun. Shane wasn't reaching for his.
"That's not going to happen, Sheriff. You see all of this," He made a circular motion with his finger. "Is too big for you. This is an empire in the making." Empires crumble and he was going to find out about that the hard way.
His gun felt heavy when he pulled it out the holster. Simon still had that stupid smile on his face. This wasn't any good. If Rick turned around, he'd just see barrels pointing at his face. There were a few cars to his right, if he circled him a bit in the event of any gunfire he'd have coverage. He started taking a few steps to his right Shane soon caught on and followed his lead.
"That's what you think. We don't allow this kind of shit in our town. At least I don't." Rick's hand didn't shake, didn't budge from Simon's forehead. He stepped around him.
"Shoot me and you won't get what you want."
"You're not giving me what I want now are you? I see no difference."
"You're a cold man. I might have a family, kids. You ever thought of why I'm doing this?"
"I'm thinking about my family, my kids and their future. I won' let you shit all over that with your drugs. The murders… You run and this bullet is hitting your skull." He looked shifty; his eyes were darting from Ricks face, then behind Rick.
All of a sudden pain erupted in his ear as he became momentarily deaf. Rick's hand shot up to his ear. The barrel had to be close and he didn't even notice it. Didn't hear anyone's footsteps behind him. Simon ran.
"Fuck!" Shane gave chase, his feet pounding into the dirt. Rick shook his head, shaking the ringing sound that blared in his ear. He cocked his gun back and fired a shot in Simon's direction. He tried to aim again but the gun was knocked off its course.
"No, you don't." A gruff voice said. Rick clenched his jaw, swinging his gun toward his attacker. But the man was quicker. The man in the leather jacket pulled the trigger of the gun aimed at his chest. There was a deafening bang then nothing but pain. Pain rocked his body. It was hard to breathe. Rick fell to the ground, his back hitting the white dirt on the wood. There was another bang and a body collapsed on top of him.
He couldn't move him. It made breathing even more difficult. "Shit, Rick!" He heard Shane's voice then saw him move the heavy guy off of him. He took another breath, but it was painful.
"I got hit." He loosed the buttons of his shirt unveiling a slim black vest. There was a bullet launched in the material.
"Fuck man, don't scare me like that again. I saw you laying there and I just shot." He couldn't ask for a better partner. Rick unsnapped the clasp of the vest. A few biker's inside the barn came out looking at the unconscious man bleeding out beside him.
"Don't ever tell Michonne about this. Ever." Shane nodded.
"Yeah, I think she'd kill you if you die on her." Shane shook his head and pulled him up off the floor. Those men got away. It didn't matter, if he caught any of them, he had enough to put them behind bars. Someone had to know something.
"Hey, Sheriff." A man called out to him, he recognized his face.
"Paul," he acknowledged. "This one belongs to your crew?" He points at the limp body. Paul shook his head.
"No, but I might have some info for you." Looking away from the blue bruise that marred his skin he smiled at Paul.
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Rick clocked out. The meeting they had made sure everything was in order. By the end of the week, he'd know all of Simon's whereabouts. It was all set. He was getting closer to figuring out who had these men running drugs through this town. If everything went according to plan.
His chest was still sore. That incident had him thinking of everything in his life. He could've died. Left, Carl, Michonne… his unborn child. He couldn't wait to get home and see them both. Pulling out his keys he was about to open the door to his car when he noticed some movement.
Immediately, Rick grabbed his gun. "Put your hands up where I can see them." He ordered. The shadow laughed in response.
"Is that how you gonna greet your father?" Sure enough, his father stepped out the shadows. He didn't drop his gun.
"What do you want?"
"Put that fucking gun down Rick. I'm here to help you." Rick tilted his head, his father mirrored the movement. He noticed there was a folder in his hands.
"I thought you didn't know anything. Nothing about all those murders and all those drugs."
"We both know I know everything, Rick."
"Then who runs this shit?" He dropped the gun.
"That's not my place to say. I want you to stop chasing this case." Rick's head reared back.
"Who the fuck are you to tell me not to do my job?" Alfred pinched the bridge of his nose. Frustration was apparent in his blue eyes.
"Rick, I'm not an emotional person. So when I tell you I care about that boy you have, that woman you have….the kid you have on the way…." Rick gave Alfred a dead look. "I told you I know everything." He reiterated. "I care about them and you, Rick. Point guns at me all you want but I'd take a bullet for you boy."
Rick remained silent. Regarding the man before him. "Where were you when I took that bullet earlier?"
Alfred scratched his chin. "I heard about that. I was otherwise preoccupied if you get what I mean. I'll be there next time. And there will be a next time if you stay on this case."
"I'm not letting this go. Whoever had all those men killed needs to die."
"You know, I'll always be proud of you for becoming the man I'm wasn't able to become. For being the father I wasn't able to be. Being the husband I wasn't able to be."
"I'm not married."
"Yet. Remember I know everything. You should really talk to Carl about that girlfriend of his sometime." Alfred walked over to his jeep and dropped the file on the hood. "I'll be in touch." Then he left.
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Carl tried tiptoeing through the condo but Michonne heard the squeak of his tennis shoes. She had been lounging around the living room for hours and didn't see the younger Grimes. It was already eleven. So she thought it would've been funny to sit on the couch and wait for him in the dark.
There was a light switch next to her so she switched it on. Carl jumped out of his skin, he looked visibly shaken. "Jeesh, you scared me half to death." Carl held his chest.
"You should be," She got up from her seat. "It's almost twelve and you're just walking in here."
"I thought you and dad would've been sleeping. You never hear me in that room."
"Carl, if your father finds out about this you'll get car privileges taken away. You know he's already skeptical about that. I am too, but I trust you." Carl nodded.
"I know. I'm sorry, it's just- I have a lot going on."
"A lot of what? You don't need to hold things in. Talk to me." Michonne urged.
Carl shook his head, his cheeks turning pink. "I will. Just give me time." Michonne poked his shoulder.
"You should get to bed and pretend like you've been here for hours before your father comes home."
Carl's eyes widened. "You won't tell him?"
"If you do it again then I'll have no choice but to tell him." Carl nodded. Michonne didn't want to think about what Carl was doing out at this time. She definitely had an idea of where he was.
Carl stopped in the hallway, his bag still hanging on his shoulder. "If I told you something, something I didn't want dad to know. Would you keep it between us? At least for a little while?"
"Is everything okay with you Carl?" They both heard the handle of the door jiggle.
"I'll talk to you later." Carl said, quickly going to his room. She watched his form disappear down the hall. His slightly nervous appearance made Michonne anxious, she'd find out what was bothering him soon.
Michonne didn't hear him close the door; instead, she felt his arms wrap themselves around her waist. His hand gently covered her stomach. He pulled her closer to his chest, they just stood there for a while before he spoke.
"Where's Carl?" He asked still pressed snugged against her back.
"In bed. Why?" Michonne tried to look at his face but it was buried in her neck. "You sound exhausted."
Sighing he released and she missed the feel of him immediately. "I had a long day. A really long day." He circled around her.
"Did you want something to eat? When you weren't here I made something earlier." Michonne had an internal debate on whether she'd let Rick know what happened with Negan Earlier. She was trying to forget all things related to him but he seemed so on edge when he came into her office. Everything about him just rang warning bells in her head.
Rick shook his head pulling her to him again. "I just want to hold you. That's all."
"Does this have anything to do with that case?" She saw him wince when she placed a hand on his chest.
"We're making progress. I just wish this could all be over a little faster."
"You need to rest, Rick." He nodded.
"I know." He started pressing light kisses against the curve of her neck.
"This isn't what I mean by getting rest, Rick." Michonne muttered but leaned her head to the side, giving him more access.
"I know."
She frowned. "Is that all you're going to say?"
Pulling away, he released a heavy breath and looked down at her. "Michonne, as long as I'm alive I'll do anythang to protect you, Carl and our child. You know that right?" Michonne tensed up, earlier she noticed he had this uneasy look in his eyes. Now that she caught his gaze again, it was still there.
"Rick, I won't let you say things like that."
"This case. There's a possibility-"
Michonne grabbed a hold of his hand and squeezed tightly, her lips curled down in displeasure. "You're not going to die Rick." She said sternly. "I refuse to lose you. You will be here for Carl and this child. I don't even want you to think about there being a possibility. Do you understand that?"
"Michonne…" She grasped his chin. Her eyes telling him everything.
"Do you?"
"I do." He leaned into her hands. "I do." Rick leaned down to capture her mouth. Pressing a few tender kisses against her lips his tongue soon slipped pass the seam of her lips. Delving into her mouth. Michonne felt his hands roam up her arms to her neck, cupping her chin. She couldn't help but moan into his mouth. Melting into him.
"Rick." She protested, knowing where this was headed.
Dropping his hand from her chin he rubbed her stomach. "Michonne, I couldn't be any more thankful for you. I love this child we made together." Michonne soon felt his touch on her bare stomach. Rick made a few gentle caresses before pulling her closer to him. Michonne looked at him, her breath caught by what his eyes revealed.
"I love you." He declared resting his forehead against hers. "Being with you is the best thing that happened to me in a long time. I'm in love with you, Michonne." It was almost impossible not to cry. She wasn't quite sure how to tell him that he had her heart a long time ago.
His fingers gripped the hem of her shirt. "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you." Inch by inch he slowly raised the shirt over her head, the tips of his finger trailing over her newly exposed skin. It was soon tossed on the floor beside them.
"Rick." She mumbled. "If Carl hears..." They had already tested the strength of these walls enough.
"He won't." He seemed convinced. Michonne shivered when his hands cupped her breast over the material of her bra. Despite her concerns, her body hummed with arousal. Her nipples hardened against the lacy fabric.
Rick's mouth covered hers, soaking in every moan he elicited. His lips moved over her in a soft, slow exploration. Pausing, he pulled her lip into his mouth, sucking on them gently. "Hmmm, Rick." Every stroke of his tongue made her wet with need. It took almost all her strength to pull away from his touch.
"I think we can make it to the bedroom, Rick." His eyes were glassy with lust. He didn't take his gaze off of her. Rick kept silent letting his hand slip down her back to cup her ass, pulling her closer.
"I think we can." He agreed. There was that husk in his voice that always got to her. The one that made her body tremble. He closed the space between them, his mouth covering hers once more. Michonne's shirt was left on the floor but she couldn't bring herself to think about it.
Both of Rick's hands moved down the sides of her body settling on her thighs.
"Rick!" A surprised gasp left her when her feet left the ground. He hiked her up against his body, tightening his grip on her thighs so she wouldn't fall. Michonne stroked his shoulders making her way to the nape of his neck.
Michonne didn't have time to register the sound of the door closing behind him. She just wanted the man before her, nothing else. Resting her on the bed he reached over to switch on the light without leaving his position between her thighs.
His fingers curled into the band of her pants, pulling them down her thighs with ease. Tossing them aside he pushed her legs further apart before shucking off his shirt. Michonne's breath caught after noticing a bruise marring his chest. Hesitantly she reached up to touch the red mark. He tensed when her fingers made contact. "Rick." She scowled. "What happened?"
Catching her hands he moved them above her head. "I'm serious, what happened?" She repeated.
"There was an accident at work." She looked at him, knowing he was holding something back. In his line of work, everything was dangerous. She knew that already, everything was a risk and if recent events told her anything. It was that the mark on his chest wasn't from a bar fight.
"You got shot didn't you?" Wisely he kept quiet. "Rick."
"I was wearing a vest." He looked at her. " Michonne, I told you if something were to happen to me-" She didn't want to hear it. Instead, she reached up to grasp his face, covering his mouth with hers. The vibration from his answering groan against her lips sent tremors down her spine.
Rick pulled down the front of her bra, his tongue circling her nipples before suckling it. He cupped the other breast in his hand, gently kneading them.
"Hmmm, Rick." Her hips raised on their own accord, seeking friction her body craved. Easing his weight onto her she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her fingers dove into his hair, loving the soft texture against her hands.
Rick pressed wet kisses across her chest, up her neck, then back to her lips. Reaching between them Rick fingered the thin damp material covering her folds.
"Rick." She sighed. His finger pressed against her clit over the fabric before slipping inside them. He didn't move to kiss her, he watched as her mouth fell open with a silent cry. Michonne gripped his shoulders letting waves of pleasure wash over her. Rick was making slow, steady circles on her clit, pressing his forehead against hers.
Michonne couldn't help it. She closed her as his finger got a little faster stopping every now and then to slip inside her channel before circling around her clit once more. Her stomach tightened. She was close. Rick pulled his hands away, muttered something she couldn't hear then slipped her panties to the side filling her to the hilt.
She shuddered, clenching wildly around him. Rick didn't move and the strain of it showed on his face. Michonne raised her hips, rocking against his member, just needing a small nudge to send her over the edge. Her body quaked as an orgasm rolled up her spine.
Only when her high abated, Rick began to ease out of her. Her wetness made it easier for him to slide all the way in. He eased out again and slid back in. Their eyes bore into each other. She quivered from the intensity of his gaze.
"Rick?" She could've lost him today. Michonne held his face in her hands, sighing everytime he slowly thrusts into her.
"Hmm?" Peering up at his glossy blue eyes she gave him a kiss.
"I don't ever want to lose you." She kissed him again, letting her lips linger. "I love you."
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I hope everyone caught onto a few things. I wonder what Carl's hiding. hmm, I may need to revisit this chapter.