"Home is my heart in your hands, and yours in mine. Nothing will ever change that."
― T.A. Chase, Home Sweet Home
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"I told you and you didn't listen."
"Okay so we are talking now?" Rick opened his eyes to look at Michonne who was on top of him.
"I told you to pull out and every fricking time you wouldn't."
"Michonne most of the time we were in this position here. You on top of me. Riding me just like you are now. How you expect me to have pulled out?" Rick grabbed her ass and squeezed as she began to pick up speed and his hips kept bucking upwards to meet every sweet spot that gripped and released him just right.
"It's my fault?"
"You know you are my Kryptonite woman and if I was to die right now I want it to be all up in you like this."
Michonne let out a moan as she picked up the pace even more.
"Who's your fucking Superman?"
Michonne felt herself coming undone as he began grinding himself to the hilt inside her, "Rick..."
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Driftwood
Day 410: Michonne
I remember drifting in an out of consciousness. I was dreaming I was with Rick in a beautiful house that had the most beautiful nursery. We were smiling at each other as we stood by a crib. Rick was so happy at what he was looking at in the crib. When I gazed down into the crib there was an octopus and I couldn't understand why Rick was so happy...
I felt my nipples being sucked relentlessly but I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't move to push whatever it was that was attacking my nipples. Another excruciating pain in my lady parts.
I think all I wanted was God to take me but all I got was Granny Mabel telling me to get my Ass up and Get up Now.
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Driftwood:
Day 411: Rick
Michonne was out for 48 hours. The first twenty four had me worried because she was running a fever. She would only wake enough to drink water and then pass right back out. I couldn't leave her or the babies those first 48 hours. I didn't sleep. I was worried about Michonne not making it. All that talk about dying. I prayed that God would not listen and not answer her prayer. I was worried about the babies...if they stopped breathing. So I had to keep watch. I had too. They needed me.
I was holding the twins. Looking them over. Checking their umbilical cords for any signs of infection. They both were staring at me with the most amazing shades of blue gray before they would dose back to sleep. I didn't know I could love another human being more than I could in that moment.
Michonne finally was aware of her surroundings and she instantly wanted her babies. She was weak. I placed each baby on the cot with her. She cried. She said Granny Mabel was in her ear telling her to get her ass up. I looked under the bed and under the table...No Granny Mabel. But I am thankful all the same.
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A/N: I want to thank every person who left a review regarding this story. I think one review suggested that I should have listed this as comedy...well comedy wasn't my intention. Weird I know. I just write and I didn't want to set expectations because purposeful humor is tricky. Another review said that the story was addictive...I guess the multiple updates help with that Richonne fix. HA. Luckily this story is easy based on the way my brain works. Kind of like flipping cards...maybe that's not a good example. Hmmmm.