Nothing in the universe can stop you from letting go and starting over.
—Guy Finley
"The baby looks just like him. No way Rick can claim the baby is not his." She said out loud to no one.
Lori had gone to the nursery and was able to determine which baby was fathered by her husband before she paid Michonne an unexpected visit.
Michonne slowly woke from her light sleep.
"How long have you been seeing my husband behind my back?"
"Lori." Michonne was surprised to see the woman who was not only her boss but the wife of the man she was hopelessly in love with standing in her room.
"How long have you been seeing my husband behind my back?" Lori repeated to Michonne who was still hooked up to an IV bag with medication to bring down her blood pressure.
"What did your husband tell you?" Michonne countered.
"Only that he wanted a divorce. He couldn't really tell me why."
"I don't know what to tell you Lori. It just happened."
"How does it just happen? I don't understand that. Just happened? You knew he was married. You knew he was my husband. How does things just happen with a married man?"
Michonne had no response to the question.
"Were you in my home that week I was gone?" Lori began to have an epiphany. Things began to fall into place at rapid pace. "Were you in my kitchen? Were you in my bed!?" The thought of Rick having sex with someone else in their home in their bed they shared together had Lori devastated at the lack of respect Rick and Michonne had shown her. Especially Rick. Her husband.
"Hi."
Lori chuckled as she stood in the lobby of the nursing home where she took Ms. Ella to see her sister Lucille who wasn't faring very well. She rarely was away from Rick any real length of time and she was missing him something awful.
Seven days seemed like eternity and she left on their sex week. She was hoping he would come along with them but he insisted he could not take that time off from work.
"I called to tell you we made it safe."
"Good."
"Are you eating?"
"Yes."
"How's work?"
"Usual."
"Have you heard from Carl?"
"No."
"I bet he's having a blast."
"Shit!" Rick exclaimed when he felt Michonne take him completely down the walls of her throat. His eyes were beginning to roll in the back of his head.
"Are you okay, Babe?" Lori was concerned.
"Yes." Rick response was just above a whisper.
"What's going on?" Rick's voice was weird and there was no explanation for it.
"Nothing." He strained.
Ms. Ella was motioning for Lori to follow," I will call you back ok, honey? Love you."
Click. Rick disconnected the call.
Lori stared at the phone wondering what happened to her husband in less than 48 hours.
Michonne picked up the pace when she felt his hand hovering lightly on the back of her head. Deep throating and licking the tip. Deep throat. Deep Throat. Lick the tip. Suck . Pop. Suck. Pop.
It was absolutely mind-blowing. Incredible. Rick was amazed at her skills and he was trying so desperately not to blow his load so quickly but she was fucking incredible.
"Michonne...? Michonne... I am going to cum. You going to make me cum..."
"Do it."
The slurping. The spit. The gagging sounds. Her moans. She was even looking at him begging him to cum with her eyes.
He came so hard that he was overcome with all the bodily sensations that he didn't know was possible from this one experience. Euphoria.
Michonne tasted him. She was pleasantly surprised he did not taste bad at all. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and began laughing at a panting Rick.
"Should I expect this every time I come out the shower?" Rick asked.
"You can expect it in the shower too." Michonne grinned.
He pulled her up to him and kissed her and he tasted himself on her tongue. She began to kiss him so good he began squeezing her ass cheeks and he made sure she was straddling him.
Carol heard the commotion and came running in surprised to see Lori in the room with Michonne. Carol made sure to position herself between Michonne and Lori.
"Ms. Grimes I am going to have to ask you to pull it together and find your way out of this room. Ms. Benton is in no condition for the dramatics that you are showcasing. She's not married to you. Any conversation you should have with the man you married." Carol's tone was less laid back hick and more like she was from the big city. Authoritative. Like she carried official weight of some capacity.
"Who the hell are you? You don't tell me what to do." Lori was flying into a rage. She was beginning to feel frantic, losing what little control she had happened suddenly and without warning.
"I will have the hospital security escort you out or the other option will have you behind bars." Carol eyes narrowed giving her a look that she meant business.
Seconds later, Rick arrives with Michonne suitcase in one hand and bouquet of flowers in the other. Andre was holding the card that he picked out that indicated he was happy about the new baby sister. Rick was startled to see Lori in a confrontation with Carol. He placed the suitcase against the wall, placing the flowers immediately on the counter. Lori was in a rage, charging to attack him.
"You fucked her in our house Rick?! In our bed? I hate you. I hate you... I hate you." Lori's fist were balled. Rick took one unexpectedly on the chest.
"Lori, could you stop for a minute..." He grabbed one of her flailing arms and Carol grabbed the other and twisted it behind Lori's back.
"This is a hospital. There is a child that is looking at this and will forever look at you like an out of control person. Now let's take a walk." Carol put the right amount of pressure that got Lori's attention and had her cooperating as they exited the room.
Rick was surprised by Carol and he look to Michonne who only said, "We will discuss it later."
Andre ran to his mother as she allowed him to climb in bed with her with the use of a nearby chair that Rick occupied earlier before she had tasked him to get her suitcase and an outfit for the baby.
Two security guards who were about to enter the room with a nurse was surprised to see Carol escorting Lori out with her arm behind her back. "Federal Agent." Was all that Carol said that was audible to the nurse, two security guards and Lori.
"Are you okay?" Michonne asked Rick. She didn't like to see Rick being attacked.
"I'm sorry Michonne." He noticed her blood pressure more elevated than before. He made a note to ensure very limited people to come in to see Michonne.
"The blame is not all on you. We share in that you know." She ended that topic because her son was in the room and was too smart for his own good. She directed her gaze from Rick and then her son and Rick immediately got the hint.
"Ms. Carol has super powers right, Mommy? Like Wonder Woman?"
"Yes baby. Carol has powers to keep us safe. What do you have for me?" She tried to distract him to a different topic.
"We got you flowers and a card."
Michonne kissed Andre, "Thank you."
"I didn't know he could read Michonne. He's only three years old." Rick was amazed by Andre.
"I will be four in 5 months." Andre said confidently.
Michonne asked, "How many kids do you have?" She couldn't believe the number she heard when Daryl first said the amount."
"Six kids by one woman. Sasha. I just want you to know that she doesn't like you."
"I figure that when she just looks at me without speaking." Michonne laughed.
"I know I asked you over here on your lunch break and if that crazy woman with the best sugar in town sees you here don't engage her is all I am asking. She has convinced herself that the baby is mine. She won't rest about it."
"She met Suzanne?" Michonne shared her home cooked meal with Daryl.
"No but she heard the stories. She seen a picture I have that I am going to show you so you don't think that we backwoods people are all crazy."
Michonne became excited because she was eager to finally see this person that she supposedly looked like. It was a polaroid. It was almost like looking at herself. A different version of her. Huge bush of hair while she wore dreads was seriously the only difference. Suzanne was standing in the middle of a much younger Rick and Daryl. She looked so happy.
"Three months before she died."
"Who took the picture?"
"Rick's dad. I snuck in their house and took it a few days later."
"You did what?"
"You heard me and I ain't going to repeat it. Now give me back my picture." He puts the photo back in his shirt pocket.
"The more you tell me the more I think you are a softie."
"I am. I would never cheat on Sasha. I don't know why she can't get it through her skull but I do wish sometimes I would have met you first. Your not a hot head. I like that."
"I would not have had six kids by you that's for sure." Michonne laughed and then immediately stopped when a Sheriff Deputy pulled into the parking lot.
"Oh, shit." Daryl put down his plastic fork and wiped his hands on his oil stained jeans. "You sure this fucker doesn't have a tracking device on your ass?"
Michonne continued eating as she watched Rick stroll into the garage. Daryl stood and it was a silent stare down until Daryl spoke.
"What can I do for you, Deputy Sheriff?"
"Michonne told me you have a picture of Suzanne."
"I have no idea where Michonne would have gotten that idea from."
Michonne quickly stood as her very pregnant belly would allow.
"You calling me a liar now?" She finessed the photo from out of Daryl's shirt pocket and reached out to Rick to take it.
"You fucking set me up? You better be glad your pregnant and you have the backing of a crazy ass Deputy Sheriff." He watched Rick step forward and take the photo from Michonne.
"My dad took this photo." Rick remarked.
Daryl nodded.
"I accused my mom of throwing it away. I didn't speak to her for almost a year."
"I had it." Daryl admitted.
Rick's eyes began fill with tears while looking at the photo. He turned his back to them to wipe at his eye with his thumb.
He handed the photo back to Daryl.
"Thanks. It was good to see her again. It's better that she is with you." Rick tried to smile.
Daryl took the photo from Rick and put it back in his shirt pocket. "I appreciate that."
Michonne walked over to Rick and she boldly hugged him in front of Daryl. "Are you going to be okay?" She whispered for only Rick to hear.
"Yeah. I will be much better if you wrap up this lunch date like right now." He made sure he was heard by Daryl.
Michonne could tell he was not joking.
"Everything ok with the baby?" Rick asked the nurse who wheeled the baby back into the room in the bassinet. Andre was fast asleep next to Michonne. The noise did not wake him.
"She's just fussy is all." The nurse picked up the baby "who's got first dibs mommy or daddy?"
"Daddy."
Rick declared as he walked over to the nurse who put his daughter into his arms. This was the second time he got to hold her and she was fussy but as soon as she was in her Daddy's arm the wailing began to stop. Rick watched her open her eyes and closed them. She had a head full of hair and from what he could make out hazel colored eyes. She was absolutely beautiful, just like her mother.
"I think you got yourself a Daddy's girl."
Michonne was in tears at the sight.
Looks like your blood pressure has been coming down a bit." The nurse noted aloud.
"Enough to go home?" Michonne asked.
"Not yet but as long as you relax and let Daddy do all the work you should have a speedy recovery." The nurse was smiling at the sight of Rick with his daughter.
"Have you two decided on a name?"
Rick said, "Judith."
Michonne said, "Abigail."
The nurse laughed, "Well, I guess not."
Ms. Mabel stood outside of Ms. Ella's property line. Ms. Ella was splayed across the lawn looking up at the sky.
"What kind of witchcraft you up to now, Ms. Ella?"
"Go away Ms. Mabel. Leave me here to die will you."
"I would love that but I want to know why you want to die today?"
"I can't go back to the church. My son made sure of that with that nonsense he did. He left his poor wife at the altar."
"Well, I would say she was in good hands."
"He should have chose his wife."
"Why is that? Because you say so?"
"He made his vows with his wife before God."
"Yeah. I suppose you right. But I still don't know why you want to die over his choice. His salvation has nothing to do with you unless we talking about your witchcraft belief then I would have to say I don't have no knowledge about it."
"Could you stop saying I am witch and I do witchcraft? It's not so. I go to church faithfully every Sunday. More than I can say for you." Ms. Ella accused.
"I promise you the devil is in church every Sunday too. But just because you don't see me sitting there doesn't mean I am not worshiping...I attend two places like ...Well, I have some Sundays where I like attending my bedside Baptist...TD Jakes for instance. If the gumption hits me I go see Pastor Gabriel can't talk about God's anointed. Get Jesus where ever and whenever you can."
Ms. Ella turned her head slightly to look at Ms. Mabel. The slight was not lost on Ms. Ella.
"If I could turn back the hands of time I would have done better by my son and your daughter wanting to be together. I'm sorry Ms. Mabel. I look back on those times and I was really ugly to you and Suzanna. I didn't allow my son to reach his full potential with the love he had for your daughter. To allow him to see it through. He told me that she was in a bad way and she needed the money. My son Rick wanted to marry Suzanna he just needed our support..." Ms. Ella was so overcome with emotions she couldn't continue. She began to sob.
Ms. Mabel stepped on to her property and got down on the grass with Ms. Ella and forgave her.
