Hi all,
Here's the next instalment I hope it answers some of your burning questions. In this chapter, we get dialog from the lovers past and current.
Thank you for your feedback and continued support. I enjoy reading and responding to them all. shout out to Trista 3 loved the "Your faithful reader". Much appreciated.
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Negan & Lori
That morning, Negan's phone buzzed continuously but he ignored it because there were rules. His women didn't call him, he called them with the exception of Michonne of course. She was his only equal. Currently, he was in bed with Sheri a redhead he had met at a recent fundraiser.
He got up and went to the bathroom then he checked his messages. He made a mental note to teach Lori another lesson.
Lori: Negan, I need to see you.
Negan: I see you five days a week Lori. Weekends… well, that's what husbands are for.
Lori: Seriously Negan, I wouldn't contact you unless it was important. It's not something I want to get into at work either.
Negan: This is unexpected, what gives?
Lori: I'd Rather address it in person and not via text.
Negan: Well look at you all cloak and dagger like. Okay then, I'll meet you at Chops Lobster Bar at seven. Oh and btw don't be fucking late either.
Lori: Fine.
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Arriving in Atlanta with some time to spare Lori was glad that Negan had agreed to see her. She decided to take advantage of the fact that Carl was staying over at Noah's place to contact Negan hoping that he'd relax his no weekend rule. It wasn't lost on her however that he hadn't ask her to meet him at his place. That fact alone, left her wondering whether or not Michonne was truly out of the picture. She couldn't understand how the hell near seventeen years later she was still in the shadow of this woman in the same scenario as the first. The only difference she never intended to be knocked up by Negan. Yet here she was, again.
Lori passed her time in the café across from the restaurant. She chose a seat with a vantage point of Negan's building so she was able to see him as he entered or exited the building. To pass the time she contemplated her situation, first her father enticed her to seduce Rick to get his head back into the game. They had a moment under the bleachers and next thing she knew her father and her were sitting in the Grimes living room brokering some deal to keep the heir to the Turpin empire's name clean. After signing a non disclosure agreement her father pocketed a cheque for twenty thousand dollars which essentially insured that she was getting married and moving in with her in-laws. The latter scenario was very much to Mrs. Grimes dismay when she came home to find out what had happened during her monthly visit to see her father in Savannah.
Posthaste, Mary Grimes was burning up the telephone lines between Kings County and Savannah to her father's legal department who produced an iron clad prenup which essentially bought the rights to Lori's womb providing of course the DNA proved that it was in fact a Grimes-Turpin offspring for a hundred thousand dollars and ten thousand per year of marriage; however, where infidelity could be proven she would walk away with just the initial hundred thousand. She had a choice either sign on the dotted line and never worry again. Perhaps, Rick would eventually come to love her or she could walk away from the deal and they'd sue her for sole custody of the child once it was born.
Mary Grimes never liked her not one iota. She had her heart set on Rick marrying Michonne and she never let her forget it. It was always Michonne this and Michonne that, you'd think they'd be no other girl in the world beyond that damn Michonne.
Present day, she finds herself with a man who didn't have as much back story with the famed Michonne but still two and half years too much. Had she known that Michonne was a part of his make up she would've run for sure. She didn't know about her until she was in it with him and once again she felt as though she was walking in her shadow. He claimed he and Michonne were done so they continued whatever it was they were doing. However, In as much as these men were bewitched by her amazing fuckability neither one seemed to have managed to knock her ass up, now why is that?
It was five minutes before the appointed time so she quickly crossed the street to wait for Negan.
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Negan and Lori were shown to their seats at precisely 7:00 p.m. fifteen minutes before Morgan and Michonne were seated on the opposite side of the restaurant.
After the waiter had taken their orders and they had some privacy, Negan turned his attention the woman before him. He wondered just what the hell she had to say that couldn't wait until Monday. "So Lori, to what do I owe the pleasure of you interrupting my fucking weekend? There are rules. Weekends are your husband's problem. You entertain me Monday through Friday only."
Lori felt as though he had slapped her in the face. She knew he wasn't in love with her but they had been lovers for a while now so it hurt. If this was any indication of what was coming she figured she might as well just rip the damn band-aid right off. "Negan I'm pregnant!"
Negan who was just about to sip his wine, stopped, placed the glass back on the table, with raised brows he looked at her as though she had sprouted a second head. "What did you just say?"
Lori said nothing. She waited for him to come terms with it and watched him mentally calculate back to the night it happened. "How the fuck do you know it's mine? Last I recall, you and hubby had a weekend sans brat to save your marriage."
"The weekend never happened because his father passed away, that weekend he was making plans to bury him. You do recall that night when I was in your bed and Michonne called don't you? I left your room. Later when you came to my room you were pissed. That night, we used no protection whatsoever. It was stupid in retrospect but we both got caught up in the moment."
"I warned you about speaking Michonne's name. You don't talk about her ever. What the fuck do you want from me? Raise the kid as Grimes I don't give a shit. There's only one woman who's gonna bear my spawns."
"What is it about Michonne that y'all just can't let it go? What the fuck is it? How come you're both in love with someone that you both fail to impregnate and tie her down?"
"I warned you to keep Michonne's name out of your fucking mouth."
At that moment, Michonne was on her way to the ladies room when she heard her name. It caused her to slow her pace. The man's back was to her but she knew his voice, it was Negan. It was obvious that whatever they were discussing he didn't like his companion mentioning his past; the woman was distraught. She knew Negan well enough to know from the timbre of his voice he was about to blow his stack and walk out on the woman so Michonne quickened her pace to the ladies room before Negan could get up only to run in to her.
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Jenny & Richard Sr.
After having consented to taking her mother off life support Jenny waited until her mother passed, it was relatively quick. Jenny gathered what little strength she had left and called the car service to take her home. Upon arriving home she unlocked the door. She remarked that both Olivia and Michonne had failed to engaged the alarm and made a mental note to address it later that day.
She was walking past Michonne's room on her way to her suite when she heard what she could only be described as a couple in the throes of passion, which caused her to halt. Retracing her steps she opened the door and there before her was her daughter riding Richard Jr their faces contorted and oblivious to the fact she stood in the doorway. It was as flashback of an image barely two weeks old in a different room with a different partner but it was the same.
"RICHARD! MICHONNE! JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE DOING? RICHARD GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE THIS INSTANT! MICHONNE GET IN THE SHOWER, NOW!"
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After taking a couple drinks to calm her nerves, Jenny dialled his number. He answered on the second ring.
"Sheriff Grimes."
Overwhelmed at hearing his voice she cried, "Richard!"
The surprise in his voice was palpable, "Hello Beautiful, what are you doing home? I thought you were still in New York."
Jenny was conflicted because her emotions were running amok. She was grieving the loss of her mother, longing to be held by the man who's voice was currently soothing her and furious at the children for what she had discovered. "I came back because Mom had a stroke; she passed away about an hour ago and I came home only to find the children having sex upstairs."
Richard Sr. scratched his head exasperated because this news was the last thing he had been expecting, "Darling I'm so sorry about your loss. Are you okay? Richard was at your place? I'll deal with him when I get home. You and I knew it would only be a matter of time before they did this? What are we going to do about them?"
"I'll be okay eventually. Nothing more could have been done for her. It was really uncomfortable seeing them together it was as though I was looking in a mirror as I stood in that doorway. After the funeral, I'll take her to Europe then I'll convince Morgan to put her into boarding school." Jenny steeled herself resigned to what the decision meant for them.
"It has come to this?" Unwittingly his private thought was voiced.
"Yes! This will all disappear if we don't stop now," she replied.
"I told you before, everything is tied to Rick and his offsprings. I'm willing to leave if you are. I make a decent living as a Sherriff not quite what you're accustomed to but we'll survive and I'll have a pension."
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Rick & Michonne
Michonne: Hey!
Rick: Hey! How are you doing?
Michonne: Relatively good all things considered. You?
Rick: Okay. Michonne what happened? Would you rather talk or text?
Michonne: Text will do. On Saturday night, I literally divorced my mother. I blocked her number.
Rick: Michonne how are feeling? Do you need me to come over?
Michonne: No, but thanks. I'm good. Really. It felt so liberating I can't believe I'd never thought to do it before.
Rick: We'll it's understandable Sweet …Michonne. Jenny had never been a mother figure to you ever. It's more like cutting a mean girl from your life than divorcing a parent. Are you sure you're doing okay?
Michonne: Yeah, I'm good. I needed to share that with you since you're the person I was with the last time I lived in my parents house. I just needed to know that I wasn't overreacting. Thanks!
How about you Rick? How are you doing?
Rick: I talked to my son last night.
Michonne: Oh! How did it go? Is he okay?
Rick: I never got a chance to tell you but he got a heads up Friday night, he called me while I was in Atlanta. He asked me point blank whether I was getting a divorce. Last night was just a formality really. He shocked me, he wondered why I hadn't done so sooner.
Carl's a really good kid. He's very perceptive for his age too. He's sixteen going on thirty. You know what else he said to me? "There's something really different about you Dad, I'm not sure what but you're different somehow."
Basically, we talked about what our futures will look like, you know him finishing school and us relocating.
Michonne: Oh? You're moving? Where to?
Rick: Not exactly moving per se since I've already been living there off and on since college. Atlanta for the time being. Once he goes to college it'll be up to you.
Michonne: What about the Sheriff's Department?
Rick: I quit! I needed a change, I'll be starting with the FBI's Atlanta Field Office after spending six weeks in Quantico. By the time Carl finishes school I'll be back in Atlanta.
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Rick: Michonne?
Michonne: I'm here …It's really happening isn't?
Rick: I just needed motivation that's all.