A/N : Seasons greetings to everyone who celebrate this special time of year! One more chapter to go before I say goodbye to this universe. Thanks for all your reviews on the last chapter.
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Sophia!
"No Eli, I'm good. Rick has everything under control." She was touched by her father's concern but he was delaying her from finishing the tub of Haagen Dazs she started twenty minutes ago. She needed the decadent, light and creamy flavor on her tongue to somehow calm the inner beast that made her jump in her beamer two hours before work was over. The urgency to get home to the tub of cream that had her name on it was a genuine emergency.
She loved Rick but she drew the line at him eating her out of her guilty pleasure. She placed Michonne on the tub with a blue marker and added No Trespassing as an added precaution. She needed it like she needed her next breath. Her Achilles heel were easily handbag and shoe shopping but as of late, ice cream was becoming a rival. In the short space of time she was home, she had been inundated with calls from Chester, Morgan and Eli in succession which delayed her ice cream eating process even further. She wasn't too upset, they were calling to check up on her and solidify dates she had with all her guys.
"So we're on for dinner on Sunday then?" She and Eli met up for dinner twice since her release from the hospital. It was cool getting to know her Father again.
"Actually…..Sunday is Andrea's birthday party so I won't be able to make it. Let's rain check."
"Oh! So it's just me and your sister then." Eli said assuredly but she was about to burst his bubble.
"No, because Rosita is coming too. She didn't tell you?" Rosita and Michonne had become fast friends and a bond of sisterhood had formed between the two girls who understood the true meaning of family. They both knew what it felt like to be a parent short which emphasized the value a sibling played in one's life. Sometimes Andrea got a bit too territorial with her petty twin but Michonne wasn't jealous. She was glad she could share her friends with her sister who had just turned twenty.
"No she didn't mention it. It's cool. You girls have fun. I hope you're taking it easy." Another gentle chide. He lasted a whole five minutes this time.
"Yeah. I left work early today to get some rest. Was feeling tired." It was a half truth. She was feeling tired, her lethargy was not profiting her at the office but she really left work to eat ice cream. Period.
"You get that rest then. I gotta head to a meeting. I'll check in with you to tomorrow Mimi" She caught the age old nickname before his lips firmly pronounced it and her head felt light headish. It was a name she thought she would never hear her father use again. Eli caught it too, there was a pregnant pause on the phone call as emotions sapped up conversation for a few seconds. "Michonne I'm sorry. It flew out...I….I didn't plan -"
"It's okay. It was nice hearing it after….so long." Her voice caught in her throat and the unplanned tears spilled onto her soft cheeks, streaking her blush in the process.
That's exactly how Rick found her; atop the kitchen counter, her stockings feet plopped on the bar stool. She was eating ice cream and drying her tear stained, blush streaked cheeks.
"Babe?" He said, alarm and concern in his voice as he stepped from the living room into the kitchen. He didn't want to assume something was immediately wrong; Michonne had been emotionally off key since her release from her three day stay at Alexandria Memorial. These days she cried something fierce from news on wars in the Middle East to deciding she was tough enough to start back watching Grey's Anatomy and realizing she wasn't. He deduced it could be PTSD, he knew the fatigue came in all shapes and sizes. He was monitoring her but he decided if the mood swings continued he would coax her into seeing a professional.
"I'm ok. I just spoke to Houdini. He called me Mimi and the tears just came." She hopped off the black leather stool and kissed her husband square on the lips. Rick was a handsome devil in his usual khaki pants and black Kenneth Cole shirt and she hoped there would be time for some cuddling before dinner.
His hands easily sought her small waist, "What did Houdini want?"
"The usual." She shrugged. Everybody's care and concern grew leaps and bounds since her attack but it had been eight weeks and she was practically back to normal. Her wound was just a scar now and her nightmares had ceased. The experience certainly brought her closer to her loved ones. It was her rainbow after the storm. She spent so much time chatting on the phone with The Dads she picked out nicknames for the three father figures in her life when she relayed her entertaining conversations to Rick. She dubbed Eli, Houdini; he disappeared and reappeared in her life like the late, great magician. Morgan was 007; he had stealth dealing with Michonne throughout her life, showing up when needed and Chester was The Rock; he was slick with the way he wrestled himself into her heart. He was Rick's dad, but she claimed him all her own. Assembled together they were Team Too Much but there was no debate, she revelled in the genuine attention she got from them. She really did hit the jackpot as Rick said.
"No tears." He wiped her soft cheeks with the pads of his thumb and arched his eyebrows. "You got home early?" He saw the ice cream he was forbidden to touch next to her cell phone and decided to call off the guard dogs he enlisted the minute he saw her crying.
"It's a good thing I did. At first it was Chester then Morgan then Eli. Like they planned it!" She huffed out, throwing an eye on her phone, the flashing red signal a sure tell that she had talked herself into a low battery.
"What did Dad want?" He felt like he had to make an appointment to see his dad but his wife got daily phone calls and dates, but he wasn't envious. He was thrilled to witness Michonne coming into her own with these guys. She deserved this. She was no longer the insecure, untrusting woman he met all those months ago. Even through all that pain she had elicited an inner strength he found inspiring. Her butterfly status was reflected in the confident manner she now lived her life. She wasn't trying to work to suit anyone's schedule, if Houdini wanted to get to know her again he had to work around her hectic lifestyle. Eli was penitent and she was giving him a cautious second chance despite the fact that her daughterness was in high demand.
"He wanted to make sure we're still going fishing next Saturday." Rick laughed, thinking about Michonne in a boat with his father. The only thing Chester viewed more important than fishing was domestic terrorism. Michonne had the attention span of a five year old, if it didn't involve a credit card or a law book. He couldn't wait to hear the stories that was sure to come out of this expedition.
She saw his laugh and rewarded him with a side eye before she continued. "Then Morgan called and asked for us to meet up for a late lunch but I couldn't make it."
He folded his arms as she went to put away the surprising remaining contents of the chocolate, chocolate chip ice cream, "Look at you babe. You got Dads to pick, choose and refuse from now huh?"
A bright, gleaming, pearly white grin was her response.
"Show off!"
It was her smile that kept him sane most days. She had the type of smile that made the young boys want to marry her and the older men wished they were younger again. She belonged to him though and his chest puffed out every time he looked at his wife. Two months of marriage and it still felt like day one when he looked at her. He followed her derriere, encased in a short black skirt into the TV room and observed her as she fed Rick Jr #7. Another thing that made him think the traumatic stress of what she had been through was affecting her brain, the fish was now being overfed.
They went from having 6 fish funerals bi-weekly to one very alive, oversized jellyfish. Daryl said he would make a good fish burger, much to Michonne's horror.
He was keeping his fingers crossed that the cause of this fish's death wasn't obesity. She wrapped herself in his arms as they sat on the couch, her head on his chest and his hand caressing her romp. It was their bliss moment. Oblivious of everything else, they were experiencing perfect happiness just being with each other after a hard day's work.
"Tell me about your day." She smoothed his biceps in encouragement.
"It was good. Daryl and I interviewed an unsub today. He was a tough nut but we got a lead. I gotta work this weekend babe. Don't be mad. I'll just meet you at Andrea's party on Sunday okay. Don't worry. I'll be there and I won't be late. The fellas can wear whatever right? It's just The spice Girls doing their whole dress up thing right? Hey umm...whatdoya' say we have steak with some Port for dinner tonight?...Michonne?" Her silence was strong. Her even breaths and lack of a response to his ramble alerted him to the fact she had fallen asleep. Michonne was worn out most evenings. He knew another conversation about her overdoing it at work was soon on the agenda. He confirmed it as he looked down at her, a light snore escaped her cute nose. He eased himself gently out his arms, threw the orange blanket over her and kissed her forehead while he went to get dinner started.
By the time his wife woke up he knew she'd be hungry and it was his duty to feed her.
Michonne's childhood home no longer felt like a haunted house when she stepped inside. She popped in ever so often now to chat with her Mom, their relationship had been revitalized with an honesty and a closeness she thoroughly enjoyed and look forward to. Maggie was her tag along as they needed to go shopping for Andrea's I'm Every Woman themed Birthday Party because Andrea specialized in being extra and on her birthday she was dragging everyone along with her. Today was the long awaited event and they were yet to get their outfits together.
"What did you get Andrea for her birthday? I'm stuck on it." Their long tenure of friendship had left them all gifted out. There wasn't anything they hadn't given each other over the years.
"A chastity belt." Michonne answered confidently, pouring two cups of coffee as they sat in her Mother's kitchen waiting for her to come downstairs. Dina's white Labrador sat square on the marbled floor, daring anyone to disturb his slumber. Maggie hunched over with laughter at Michonne's ludicrous response.
"You think I'm joking? I ordered it online. I need her to be on lock down this year." Her laughter mixed with Maggie's filled the stainless steel, appliance heavy room.
"I need to see this exchange." If Michonne was serious, she was going to record the whole thing.
"Hey girls, nice of you to stop by." Dina walked in the kitchen in a pair of leggings and an oversized blue shirt, her hair was neatly styled in her usual Bob, not a hair out of place. There wasn't a moment Michonne could recall where her mother was not well put together. She didn't have on a trace of makeup. It wasn't needed, Michonne's mother was a natural beauty and she didn't shy away from the fact. She bent and gave her daughter a short peck on her cheek. She immediately got busy in the kitchen preparing sandwiches and lemonade for the surprised Sunday visit.
"You girls decided who you're going as for Miss Andrea's party? It's today right? You don't have much time." She knew they were all in a huge debate of which popular woman of the nineties persona they should adopt.
"Sasha is going as Aaliyah. Rosita is channeling Selena, Andrea's own is one big secret. I think I'm going as Shania Twain." Michonne screwed up her face at Maggie's choice.
"You know I like my country music Michonne." She said in full defense. "If you can't sing along to Man! I feel like a woman!, then you have no pulse!" Maggie got a nod of approval from Dina, she then turned her attention to Michonne, whose face was propped up in her hand as she leaned on the table. The large oak dinner table made her look like a teenager again.
"Who are you going to be dear?" Dina asked, considering the vague look on the girl's face.
"I was thinking of going as The great Whitney Houston." She answered in a dry tone. Whitney had taken her through her teenage years; she owned all of her albums.
"Because Rick is all the man you need?" Maggie teased in between bites of her rose beef sandwich.
"You know I love Whitney! Maybe I'll do the bodyguard outfit. Put some beads on my locks. Really play it up. Andrea would love it." She hoped her energy level returned to some semblance of normalcy tomorrow. At this rate she could sleep the whole day away given the chance. Maybe Rick was right, maybe she was overdoing it at work. She had a mountain of files to catch up on, she was stretching herself thin trying to meet urgent courtroom deadlines.
"You ok honey?" She asked as she scrutinized Michonne's dull looking face. "You look tired."
"You think so? I mean I have been feeling a bit tired, but the cases have been piling up since I've been back out to work." She said in explanation. Her mother's eyes bore into her like a white light in an investigation room. Maggie studied her girl closely, she had completely missed the dullness in Michonne's eyes. She patted her back comfortingly.
"Anything else going on?" Dina asked as though she already knew the inside scoop.
"Like?"
"Well you're a newly wed. You look bone-tired. Are you eating? Is there any chance you could be pregnant?" Dina said it so casually, right in the middle of her adding a few plates to the dishwasher that Michonne had to play over her Mother's words before it fully registered in her brain. Maggie gulped her lemonade, making sure her mouth was fully occupied during this exchange.
"Mom. I'm not pregnant. I got my period last week. Well….at least something resembling a period." Michonne's mind was reeling, even though she was speaking slowly. She played over her symptoms; increased appetite, tiredness, she was a bit on the emotional side. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for her when Aunty Flow arrived. Dina folded her arms, processing her daughter's response.
Morgan entered the kitchen and greeted the trio. He had yellow garden gloves on, Michonne assumed he was doing some work on her mother's famous kitchen garden out back.
"Ladies" he said, taking a bottle of water from the fridge. "Michonne, I spoke to Rick, I think we can fix the old TV after all." He informed her before he drank quarter of the water.
"That's great! Thanks Morgan!" She perked up a bit at the news.
"Morgan, Can you get a pregnancy test for Michonne at the drugstore on Palmer?" Dina said, her eyes never leaving her daughter.
Morgan accepted his task as fast as it was dished out. If Michonne needed something he was the man for the job "I'm on it."
He walked out the kitchen and returned in a flash. "A what!?" realization was a bit delayed.
"Morgan, just get it quickly for us. You can have your mini melt down after." She waved the shocked man away.
"Mommm! You're not serious are you?" Michonne felt like the room had shrunk in size. "I'm not pregnant." She couldn't be. Her hands encircled her forehead where a headache began to throb. She and Rick were still in the honeymoon stage, unable to keep their hands and lips off each other but that rang true since inception. Plus a big marker was she had her period last week, it was spotty at best but it was on time so she never questioned it.
They hadn't been trying to have a baby as talks about it had died down after her birthday fiasco. At the same time they weren't not trying to have a baby either.
"Well a test would clear that up for you. And if you're not, I'm calling your husband. You need to see the doctor. When is your next appointment?" Dina knew her child, Michonne wasn't herself.
"Your mama's right, take the test. You could be pregnant Chonne!" Maggie's southern drawl was laced with excitement and it sent a small spark of eagerness to Michonne's belly. Hindsight was giving her a brief course in how right it could be. If she was pregnant everything was actually making sense. She always thought if she was pregnant with Rick's baby she would know. She would feel the miracle growing inside her somehow. The fact she had missed it all together had her feeling some kind of way.
The anxiety of the unknown was killing her. She didn't think she would breathe again until she took the test.
...
Thirty minutes and three pregnancy tests later it was confirmed, Michonne was indeed pregnant.
Maggie hadn't stopped grinning since they found out. "So! When are you going to tell him!?" She asked for the second time. They had just stepped out of her blue Ford Focus - a gift from Hershel on her twenty fifth birthday, and had started up the street to the party. The night air was cool and crisp, it looked as though the weather forecast had been right for a change. The music from Andrea's bash could be heard from the curb. The unknown vehicles parked on the street let them know they were not among the firsts to arrive.
"Well certainly not now!" She barely had time to register everything since she found out she was pregnant. She was feeling elated and a tiny bit scared. She was going to tell Rick but she wanted to have a moment where she could make the announcement special. "After the party when we get home. I don't want to take the spotlight from Andrea's birthday"
"Now you know Andrea isn't going to let anyone take her spotlight! Especially on her birthday!" They walked up the short pathway to the medium sized, 2 bedroom apartment,
"You're right! It's just not possible. All the more reason to wait right?" She said as the girl of the hour pulled the door open.
"Well! Who do we have here?" Andrea scrutinized Michonne's ensemble; a black V-neck midriff top, short black leather hot pants accompanied by thigh high leather boots. Michonne added black and white beads to her locks for added flare, she waited for Andrea to guess. "Whitney right! I love it! Your husband know your pants are short enough to see what you had for lunch?" Andrea's pouty red lips were done to perfection and it matched her red cherry print dress perfectly. Her bold winged eyeliner made her blue eyes look bigger and wider and certainly flirtatious. Michonne deduced she was dressed as the famous Marilyn Monroe.
Andrea as Marilyn was appropriate. She believed it was better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.
"Marilyn? Why am I not surprised. Happy birthday girl!" She hugged her friend and eyed her sister approaching them in a sexy white, front tie shirt, her belly button peeking out above her hipster jeans. Katy Perry's Roar blasting in the background certainly added to Andrea's ongoing Women Rock aura she wanted for her birthday.
"Mags, I'm not sure who you are babe. Leopard print leggings, boots, black crop top and hat. Are you a high end hooker? Maggie rolled her eyes at Andrea's left field suggestion.
"She's Shania Twain girl! I'm Selena." Rosita said needling her way in between the group of girls to give Michonne a hug.
"Thank you Rosita. I totally see your Selena get up." Maggie was happy at least someone got her theme right. She knew Glenn would be blown away by her costume.
"Why are there more men than women here?" Maggie asked as they stepped inside. Andrea's superfluous nature was a main ingredient for those who she attracted. Twenty or so attendees scattered the wide room. A group of people she never met crowded the snack table that held what used to be a white table cloth but someone had spilled coke on it and it left a stain. She eyed Shane talking to Daryl as they both nursed a beer in the corner.
"You invited Shane!?" Michonne exclaimed.
"And so many other guys I've never met." Maggie too observed.
"Why did he even come?" Michonne asked no one in particular.
"Because he's a glutton for punishment. He sure has some competition here" Maggie observed the gaga eyes being sent Andrea's way, her short dress wasn't helping.
"What can I say? I'm just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love." She shrugged her shoulders and summoned her most innocent looking face.
"These guys know you turn into a praying mantis after you sleep with them and soon they'll be without heads or hearts?" Michonne was teasing but the quipped held a trace of truth.
"A smart girl leaves before she is left." Marilyn said with a glorious flip of her voluminous hair. Yeah, Michonne thought she was doing so well channeling the famous, sexy bombshell whose reputation preceded her.
"Drink up ladies! It's my birthday and nobody is leaving here until they're good and drunk!" She returned to them with a glass each of champagne. Maggie eyed Michonne as she took the glass of the crystalline concoction.
"Ok but can we get some food first?" Maggie purposefully segued to another topic. Michonne smelled the barbeque, it's almost burnt scent hitting her nostrils and her stomach grumbled. "Yeah feed us Andi." She shouted over the loud music, happy that Maggie had her back.
"I could eat." Rosita said to the bunch.
"Ok. Sasha's in the kitchen. Can't wait for you guys to see her!" Her excitement was contagious as they followed her to see the pregnant Aaliyah wannabe.
He came an hour after she did. As he stepped into the raving party his eyes sought the room for her but she found him first.
"Hey you.," He said kissing her boldly on her lips. It had been a full day without her, he missed the contact. He twirled her around, his eyes greedily soaking up her costume of choice.
"Let me guess, You're Whitney?" The CD's were now in his car, her voice was on his iPod, it was an easy deduction.
"I am. You like?" Her smile was beautiful and lit up her entire face.
"I'm happy I'm here now. These pants are probably driving every man in this room crazy."
"You're right, it probably is but see this ring you placed here?" Her red painted fingernails fidgeted in front of him showing off her wedding band which she wore like a badge of honor. "Let's everybody know I'm taken."
"Is that so? But still with this sexy suit maybe you need a bodyguard. I know somebody who is really good at the job." He pulled her closer towards him, her perfume filling his nostrils, making him draw her even closer.
"You wanna guard my body Rick?" Her lips were close to his ears when she spoke and everybody in the room fell away around them.
"I can think of several things I want to do to my wife's body." His voice employed seduction with ease.
"You gonna lift me up and carry me away then?" She wanted him, she couldn't deny the fact as she felt herself grasping him tighter.
"Don't tempt me babe. You look ravishing. Your skin is glowing you know that?" He said trying to absorb her radiance in hope that it sustained him when they were apart.
"Really?" She smirked, she had glowing skin courtesy the child growing in her belly. She looked away, not wanting the proverbial bun to slip out the oven of her lips
"We're staying at this thing for an hour more. Then I want you to take me home." She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep the news from Rick, excitement was combing through her veins and she didn't trust herself with the news anymore.
"Whatever you want baby. You know that." Truth was he wanted to show Michonne how much he had missed her. Something about today felt torturous being away from her. He was not in the mood to party, he was in the mood to Michonne and Michonne only.
...
"Why are you here alone?" Andrea was tipsy, Michonne could see it on her face and hear it in her voice.
"I'm just taking in the view." She watched Rick from across the room. All the guys sat around him as he played out one of his adventurous stories. The guys ate it up, thirsty for more. She wondered if that's how he'd be with their kids?
"No! No! No! You're at my party! You're either dancing or drinking. We haven't even had our private toast like we do every year! I'm gonna let Eduardo make us some shots! Don't go anywhere!"
"Andi! I ca-" Michonne yelled after her but was cut off when the blonde turned around and cautioned her to not move. She ambled off to Eduardo. Maggie and Glenn were slow dancing to Toni Braxton's Unbreak My Heart. She saw Shane witness the exchange between Andrea and their Yoga Instructor and with a frustrated hand to his head he walked outside. She didn't understand why he bothered to come in the first place but Andrea was hard to say no to, even when you were hurting. The blonde returned with two shot glasses full of tequila and two lemon wedges in her hand. Michonne had to dodge the bullet. She knew Andrea was going to make this difficult.
"Friends come and go, like the waves of the ocean but the true ones stay like an octopus on your face." The toast was funny but Michonne understood the sentiment behind it. Andrea took her shot straight up and waited patiently for Michonne to take hers. She searched for a distraction and found none. She held the drink in her hand and thought no one really looked chill wincing from the taste of the drink while biting into a sour lime wedge and licking salt off their arm. She was already turned off. So many things in her life were going to change. She eyed Rick across the room chilling with the guys over another round of drinks and she decided she wanted to be home with her husband. They had celebrating of their own to do. DJ T-Dog cranked out historical 90's hits and had the small dance floor on and popping. Glenn had evolved his dancing skills, forgetting the slow moves and bringing back the throwback robot to every tune that started.
"Michonne. A toast usually means we drink together." She folded her arms waiting for another excuse from her friend but nothing came. They were almost shouting over the music and clapping; the newly gathered crowd was cheering for Glenn who was surprising everyone with his breakdancing. Maggie stood in front of the crowd mortified, Glenn was drunk and dancing wildly. Alcohol surely gave the laid back guy some confidence.
"Andi - I can't drink the alcohol." Michonne said but the determined look in the blonde's eyes told her she wasn't buying her vague response until she got a real explanation.
"What did you say? Why?" Andrea covered one ear to better hear over the noise. Salt n Pepa was now pushing the limits of their ear drums.
"I said! Now isn't a good time for me to drink!" It was a shouting match as their voices battled for dominance.
"Why the hell not?"
Glenn did a backflip and landed on the main electric cord, cutting off all power with his antics.
"BECAUSE I'M PREGNANT!" Her shout permeated the now silent room. All eyes flew to her, she was certain even Andrea's neighbor knew too she was expecting. Her hands pinched the bridge of her nose, regretting her untimely announcement. Andrea gasped, her hands flew to her mouth in shock. For once the parrot in her had nothing to say. Michonne felt embarrassed and disappointed that her secret wasn't a secret anymore. Every eye in the room landed on her briefly before turning back to the party once the music had been restored.
One certain pair of electric blue eyes stayed on her as he made his way over. Her chest contracted and expanded knowing Rick heard her loud and clear. This wasn't the romantic way she planned to inform her husband they were going to have a real Rick Jr.
"You're pregnant! I'm gonna need another drink for this!" Andrea said giving her a half hug and sauntering off. Rick came up to her, taking the glass and lime wedge from her hand, resting it on a nearby table.
His hands crept up to his curls as he said. "Did I just hear right?"
She nodded slowly, trying to read the face she knew so well.
A smile spread across his face almost splitting his lips. "I'm ready to go home now. Are you?" Another slow nod provided. They were finally going to be alone and she anticipated the moment they were about to share.
"Go tell the birthday girl Bye. I'll make sure Daryl takes Rosita home okay."
"Ok." She walked off to find the girls, it was time to say goodnight.
He lead the way into their cool bedroom, flipping the light switch. He was yet to let go of her hand, as though severing the connection would somehow lessen the electrifying energy between them.
"Rick-" She whispered, he placed his finger on her lips and set her on the bed. He nudged her legs apart, stooping between her feet planted firmly on the ground. They had gone through the story of how she found out in the car but she was yet to gauge his full reaction. She knew he would be happy about it, she wasn't fearful in that regard in the least but she was holding her breath waiting for his full expression on the fact they made a baby together.
His hands travelled the length of her boots playing with the opening at her thighs while his eyes cut through her with his laser like stare.
He lifted her leg and she gasped as he slowly dragged the lengthy boot off her foot. He transferred the same motion to the other pair and Michonne felt that familiar fire stir in her core. Next, he sought the beginning of her black stockings, another barrier that separated her bare skin from his touch. He pulled both knee high stockings off and her pants followed suit. She was left in her underwear and crop top and she hit him with a come hither grin.
"I want you" His tone dictated he was going to have her.
"I know." She accepted as he sat on the bed next to her and kissed her slowly, his hand playing with the curve of her collarbone.
She drank freely of him, her hands draped over his shoulders as she found her way on top. She tugged at his belt, eager to feel him inside her. He made mincemeat of her will and flipped her over swiftly before shedding his pants and boxers. She followed suit and lost her top to the floor beneath them.
"You didn't have a bra on all this time?" He asked, his voice dripping with desire for her.
"My boobs were hurting. Now I know why." She clarified as his hands began to knead her breasts in his palm.
"All this time I thought you had traces of PTSD." Now that he knew she wasn't suffering from any mental drawbacks of her attack he was at ease.
"All this time I had traces of Rick Grimes inside of me." She said playfully, kissing him again. His attraction to her was inextricably tied to her vivacious personality but now he had gotten time to process she was pregnant he felt his attraction to her had evolved. It was primal knowing she was carrying his child, which is why they left the party so hastily.
"Are you happy?" She asked as her eyes pooled, her happiness was struggling to contain itself. She was a pressure cooker about to burst her top.
"Of course! I'm more happy now than I ever thought I'd be Michonne and that's all because of you baby." He smoothed his greedy hand over her naked form. Her dark skin like embers glowing in a fire. His hand smoothed over her tummy, still flat but something precious was growing inside. He kissed her belly like a believer showing love to a deity. Knowing her body was making a sacrifice for him was the sexiest thing in the entire world. It was a thing of raw, powerful beauty and he was excited to start this journey with her. She was Aphrodite, in time she would be a rubenesque chrysis bursting with his seed.
She molded herself intimately against him feeling the hardness of his sex between her legs. His lips grazed the tight buds of her breasts and she hissed. He loved the sound she made so he did it again, it made him more rigid and engorged. Her breasts were more sensitive than normal and he made a promise to be more gentle in the future. Her legs widened and his hands found her wet and wanting. He dived in, fingering her with two digits at once until she was trembling under his touch. His thumb found her sensitive bud and he rubbed her more intently. She answered him with low, sultry, incoherent mews.
He kissed her again, lapping at her tongue with a promise of true fulfillment. Her body was lighting up under Rick's powerful touch. She wanted him inside so the sensation could grow more intense. The hardness of his chest against hers, her hands caressing wildly the highways of his muscled back added to her needy desires that only he could appease. He sexed her with his fingers and she felt herself coming undone in his arms.
"Come for me Michonne. I know you want to."
It was a struggle to hold onto it but she was past her own will. She exploded as his thumb rubbed her clit determinedly. Her breath was short, she panted out her release as a blanket of sweat coated her skin.
"I wanted you inside." It wasn't a complaint but a wish to be added to her list.
"You can have me inside too. You can get anything you want from me." He glided himself home not wanting to delay her wants any longer.
"Shit! Babe you feel so good. Why didn't I notice you were pregnant just from the feel of you?" He sheathed her hurriedly as she began to rock her body as soon as he was inside. He sat upright with her on his lap, they were so tightly knitted together she was sure he knew all her secrets. She began to bounce on his dick as his hands tried to control her waist, their breathing turned ragged as a frantic rush for completion took over them both.
He grabbed onto her beaded locks and directed her gaze to him. "I love you." The narcotic power of his voice and eyes stabling her somewhat. It was a firm fact, not to be erased by time or distance or circumstance.
"I love you too Rick." Her bounce was faster, her pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest and he plucked kisses from her lips. His tongue delved on her shoulders, probing her upper body in a rhythm that matched their thrusting.
"Aaaghh. Babe I cant-" she struggled to speak, the eruption inside inculcating her being. Her scent of pleasure rose to torment him. He felt her body tighten its hold on him, he felt her tense in his arms, her climax gripping her severely. He felt her hot, warm honey coat his dick making the friction between them much more intense. She collapsed against him, spent from the ardour of their coming together. He followed suit with a few more controlled thrusts and he spilled his seed into her with a violent shake that rocked his world.
"That was amazing." She finally found her voice, she soothed his hair as he caught his breath again. She hugged him to her. The profusion of their love was strong and potent. In the now she felt it's powerful elixir like a balm over their bodies.
"It was. Tell me when you're ready and we'll do it again." It was half tease, half promise. He would always be ready for his wife.
A calm and peace draped around them as he drew the comforter over their naked bodies. He rubbed her arms as he felt goosebumps pop up on her shoulder.
"A baby huh?" He kissed her forehead, closing his eyes as he sent a prayer of thanks above.
"We have a family now." Happiness oozed from her voice. One heartbreak had set her feet on a path that lead to redemption, restitution and Rick. Her heart was full with love and joy. She was going to give this baby aunts and uncles and a plethora of grandparents she was sure would spoil this precious gift she carried. More importantly she was giving this baby a Father whose only desire was to love them and take care of them always. There was no fear. Rick was her destiny. She laid her head on his chest, sure enough their heartbeat's were in perfect synchronization.
She felt Rick stroke her tummy again. She laughed inwardly, she had a feeling she needed to get accustomed to this kind of affection from her husband during this pregnancy.
"Baby?" A serious thought occurred to him.
"Mmm?"
"Who's gonna tell Rick Jr.?"