"What time are we meeting tomorrow? Morgan asked Rick"

"Early, about 6. Trying to get it done before it gets too hot. She got all the small stuff the other day. She just needs our muscle to do the heavy lifting."

"It's all going to your place?"

"Most of it's going in storage for now, there's a few things that she wants at the house, until she decides to get rid of my stuff."

"Sounds about right. We'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah. Thanks for helping."

It had been a few weeks after Rick asked Michonne to move in and tomorrow Mr. Horvath was getting his keys back. Rick had asked a few of the guys to help him pick up the big furniture so it could go in storage for now. Shane, Morgan and T-Dog agreed to help and Carl and Duane volunteered too.

When Saturday rolled around Michonne woke early with Rick to get ready to move. She wasn't going with him but she said she would make coffee and start on her online posts so she could get a lot of the furniture sold.

"You sure you don't want anything to eat?"

"Naw. It's too early. This coffee should get me through the morning."

"How long do you think it will take?"

"Hopefully not long. Horvath is meeting us there at 9 to get the keys. The unloading shouldn't take as long. We should be back here around 11."

"Oh okay. Don't over do it."

"I won't, but I still might be asking for a massage later."

Michonne walked over to him and kissed him on the neck.

"My hands will be ready when you need them. Sounds like someone just pulled up." She said as she glanced to the front door

"Can I get some coffee too?" Carl asked as he walked sleepily into the kitchen.

"No. How about some orange juice?" Rick responded

"Fine."

Rick went to the door to let in Morgan and Duane and before he could close the door T-Dog drove up followed by Shane.

Michonne poured coffee for them all and an extra glass of orange juice for Duane.

"I can't say I've ever woken up this early. I've gone to bed at this time a few times before. Those were good times." Shane said to the group smiling at the memories.

"We'll leave in 10 minutes." Rick announced in hopes of stopping Shane from retelling whatever story had just popped into his head.

"Michonne, you sure you want to move in with this guy? I mean he's kind of bossy." Shane asked

"He's never bossy with me." Michonne winked at Rick over her coffee mug knowing there were times when he was, like last night when he commanded her to say his name and cum for him.

"Let's get out of here." Rick said in hopes of speeding up the task at hand so that he could return to Michonne quickly.

Rick drove Carl and Duane in the U-Haul and Morgan, T-Dog and Shane followed in Shane's truck.

"She stuck blue tape to the stuff she wants at the house and white tape to the stuff she wants in storage."

"Alright, let's start with the stuff she wants to keep. I'm not moving this shit any more than I have to." Shane said

"Good idea. I can't be throwing my back out. I'm still honeymooning." T-Dog said with a wink.

Carl and Duane looked at each other and shrugged.

"Let's get this done."

"It's empty Shane."

"Just checking. What the hell is a lingerie chest anyway?"

"Something that holds lingerie I suppose. She wants it at the house so be careful with it."

"Women. I have like 10 pairs of boxers and they all fit in one drawer. You sure you want to do this man?"

"Shut up Shane, just go load it on the truck."

At 8:45, Mr. Horvath arrived to take the keys from Rick. They had just loaded the last of the furniture on the truck and Morgan was going through doing a final walk through to make sure nothing was left behind.

"Well, that looks like everything." Rick said

"You let Michonne know that I'm sorry to lose her as a tenant. This house just didn't hold up like it should have for her."

"I'll let her know. Are you renting it out again?"

"No. I'm ready to travel. I'm putting it on the market and buying an RV. I talked to Jenny the other day about it. With all the upgrades, it should sell pretty fast."

"That sounds like a good plan. Enjoy your travels. It was nice seeing you again."

"Yep. You boys have a good day."

Pete watched the whole exchange from his window. He was happy to see them moving Michonne's stuff out. That means he doesn't have to see Rick anymore. He hoped.

As a thank you for moving the furniture, Michonne made a huge breakfast for the guys. Eggs, sausage, biscuits, cinnamon rolls, bacon and some fruit for the boys. She had just posted her last for sale ad when the oven dinged to alert her that the cinnamon rolls were ready. She looked over at the clock and saw it was 10:30.

'It'll still be warm when they get here.' She said to herself.

She checked her email while she waited and discovered that the lawyer for one of her clients husband was claiming that they never received an important document and if it wasn't received by 11:30 that day, they would petition for reversal of spousal support. She looked at the clock again and saw she had timeto go to her office and get the folder that had been delivered, signed and returned from the lawyer with the supposedly missing document in it. She got dressed and headed out. She called Rick from her car.

"Hey, we're on our way back now. Did you need anything?"

"No. I was just calling because I'm on the way to the office. I have to set someone straight real quick. How did it go?"

"Everything went smooth. Got all the stuff in the storage unit and whatever you're keeping in the truck. How long will you be?"

"Not too long. I know where everything is, signatures and all. Is Carl with you? "

"Yeah, you want to talk with him?"

"Please."

"Hello?"

"Hey Carl, how did everything go this morning?"

"Fine, me and Duane did most of the heavy lifting." He said as he looked over at his dad and smiled.

"I bet you did. I told your dad that I needed to get to the office real quick. I made y'all some breakfast. Make sure you and Duane eat some fruit and don't let your dad eat too much bacon."

"Okay. Thanks, I'm starving. Here's my dad."

"I'll see you later then?"

"Yeah in about an hour hopefully."

"Alright. See you then."

When the guys got back to Rick's house they were tired and starving and almost dove at all the food that Michonne had prepared.

"Damn. She did all this, for you? How the hell did you get a girl like Michonne? You are one lucky SOB." Shane said

"Don't get me wrong, I'm damn lucky to have her but she did all this for Carl."

"Oh yeah dad. Michonne said to not eat too much bacon."

While they dug into the food, Michonne made quick work of the documents. She called the lawyer and went through each page of the file and made sure he saw that the page he said was missing was in fact there and signed. He couldn't think of a quick enough excuse for his oversight so Michonne disconnected the call and left the office.

When she walked into the living room she was met with all the guys seemingly full and very much asleep on the couches and chairs. She walked over to Rick who was asleep in the chair and gently sat in his lap and kissed him awake. He opened his eyes and smiled at her as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Welcome home"

"It's good to be home. Did y'all get enough to eat?"

"Yes. Thank you for that. Shane might not leave now."

"Where are Carl and Duane?"

"Probably passed out in his room."

"Why don't you go lay in the bed?"

"No. I'm up now. You get everything taken care of."

"Yep. Get em set straight."

"Uhh. Can y'all stop talking, I'm trying to sleep." Shane groaned

"Go home and sleep. This is our house and we can talk as much as we want."

"Damn. Sounds like it's time for us to go." T-Dog said as he rose from the couch. "Gotta get back to Paula anyways."

"And Jenny has a long honey do list for me and Duane today. Michonne, that breakfast was exceptional. Really hit the spot."

"It was no trouble. Thank you for all your help. Y'all tell your wives I said hello."

When T-Dog and Morgan with Duane left. Rick and Michonne watched, as Shane got more comfortable on the couch and dozed back to sleep. They just looked at

each other and shook their heads. They got up and walked back to their bedroom and took a nap together.

Jessie watched Pete sign for the certified letter and close the door. He opened the manila colored envelope and removed its contents. She watched as his expression went from confusion to rage. He tossed the letter on the table, grabbed his keys and left out the door.

She picked the letter up and read it. Her eyes began to water as she digested the news that Pete's medical license had been revoked due to his recent legal troubles.

"Shit!"

Being a doctor was the only thing keeping Pete halfway sane. Now that he didn't have that, she wasn't sure what he would do. Ron was just now starting to settle down and she didn't want him to backslide because of his father's issues. She picked up her phone to call her mother and let her know that her and the boys would be visiting and maybe staying awhile until Pete was done licking his wounds or drowning his sorrows.

"You sold everything already? You just listed it two weeks ago."

Rick and Michonne were lying in bed enjoying the start of a lazy Sunday. Carl was with Lori so there was no rush to get out of bed. Rick laid on his side as Michonne lay on her back trying to control her breathing as Rick ran his fingers along her skin. Up and down her arms, along her neck around her breasts and down her stomach and then back again.

"I know. I'm surprised too. I got a couple thousand for it all."

"Really? I guess I'll be losing more closet space. That can buy a lot of shoes."

"Well, I was thinking we can save it for the wedding. Maybe?"

"A wedding? I haven't even asked you yet. You rushing me?

"Are you stalling?"

"No. Just waiting for the right time."

He placed his hand on her hip and pulled her under him as he settled in between her legs. He raised her right knee and lowered his tongue to her nipple. As helicked and sucked and gently nipped it with his tongue Michonne tried to talk through her moans.

"What's mmmmm theee right time look like? mmmmm"

He moved to the other nipple and moved his hand down to feel her wetness.

"You'll find out soon. Be patient Michonne."

He slipped his fingers inside her.

"You already know what my answer will be. Shit! Rick!"

He pumped his fingers in and out of her as he felt her tighten around them. Right as she began to fall apart, Rick pulled his fingers out putting a halt to her orgasm. He watched as she opened her eyes in shock. She saw him smile and then he circled her nipple with the fingers that had just been inside her. Covering it with her sweet essence before he latched his mouth back on to taste her.

"I won't know until I ask you. When the time is right."

He moved his mouth up to kiss her neck and then her lips as he pushed his hardness into her dripping pussy. He placed his right hand lightly on her neck as his left forearm held him up over her. He moved his mouth to her ear as he drove his length deeper into her spurred on by Michonne's hand on his ass.

"I know what your answer will be, but if you want to reassure me, you can go ahead and say it." Rick spoke into her ear in that deep raspy voice of his.

"Tell me."

He sped up his pace and deepened his strokes as he led them both to the edge.

"Yes Rick! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Michonne fell over first as she continued with her declaration. Rick followed after coating the inside of Michonne with his hot spurting seed.

She kissed him deep and with determination filled with all the love that she has for him and promises of love to come.

Two hours later and Michonne was waking up in Rick's arms. When she tried to get up he just tightened his grip on her.

"Where you going?"

"To take a shower. I need to wash my hair. It smells like sweat thanks to you. Were you planning on staying in bed all day?"

"Not if you're not in it. You need some help with your hair?"

"I'd love some."

Rick looked on as Michonne let the water wash over her hair and down her body. Once her hair was saturated with water, she handed the shampoo to Rick who absent-mindedly took it from her while still staring at her body as it glistened from the water.

"Rick"

"Yeah"

"You gonna wash my hair?

"Oh yeah. Um what do I do?"

"Just put the shampoo in your hands and lather it on my hair and scalp."

"Okay."

Michonne enjoyed feeling Rick's hands and fingers anywhere on her body, but this was a whole different feeling. He was gentle in his nervousness. Sometimes she couldn't even feel his hands. When it was time to rinse she stood under the water and Rick helped her ring out and remove the shampoo just as she instructed him to. He liked the look of her wet hair. It was darker and hung a bit longer.

"You're beautiful."

"And so are you but we need to finish up before we turn into prunes."

Rick wrapped Michonne in a towel and was handing her another towel to dry her hair before he put his towel on. She declined the extra towel and Rick watched confused as she walked out of the bathroom. She came back with a t-shirt wrapped around her locs.

"Is that my t-shirt?"

"Yep. I don't like using towels to dry my hair, too much lint. But this shirt works like a charm. Do you mind?"

"Not at all. But right now I'd like to see you in nothing but my shirt." He reached out to pull her towel off, but Michonne took one step back to get just out of his reach.

"Later. Right now I'm starving. Get dressed so we can eat."

They dressed and made their way to the kitchen where they made lunch, sandwiches and fruit. The day was nice and not too hot. A cool breeze had lowered the temperature enough for them to eat outside. Michonne made a pitcher of lemonade while Rick took the food outside.

"I brought napkins."

"That's good. You do tend to get a little messy." He teased

"You know me so well." She said as she released her hair from the shirt to allow her locs to dry.

He watched her locs fall to her shoulders before she sweep them all to one side and sat down.

"Have I told you that you're beautiful today?"

"You have, but I don't mind hearing it again. Thank you. Now eat."

"This is nice."

"It is. You know in the fall we should decorate the front porch with mums."

"Whatever you want to do. That's a flower right?"

"Yes. The house will look beautiful. Oh. Who's that mechanic that's in town near the diner? My car started making a noise yesterday."

"Jims Garage. I can take it in for you."

"Will you have time? Being interim sheriff takes a lot of time."

"Is that something you're worried about?"

"Not at all. I know what the job entails and how dedicated you are to it. I also know how dedicated you are to your family and that you would never compromise your family for the department. I wouldn't let you do that."

"I don't think you would either. I love my job and being able to protect the citizens of this town but it doesn't compare to coming home to Carl and you. That smile of yours makes the long days worth it."

"Let's go inside."

"After you."

"Don't be looking at my ass back there."

"That's exactly what I was planning on doing."

They began gathering their plates and the pitcher and started walking towards the house. Before they got to the door Michonne dropped the plates that she was carrying in her hand. Rick watched as the plates crashed and broke against the porch as Michonne grabbed her left hand and winched in pain.

"Michonne what's wrong?"

"Ouch! I think something stung me."

Rick looked around to see the black and yellow wasp on the ground and stepped on it while he grabbed Michonne's hand to check the sting.

"Are you allergic? Looks like it got you pretty good."

"No. I'm not allergic. Is the stinger still in there?"

"Yeah. Come on let's get it out and put some ice on it."

Michonne sat at the kitchen table and waited for Rick to return with the tweezers. He came back with some Benadryl as well. While Michonne closed her eyes so she wouldn't see the stinger being pulled out, Rick carefully watched her as well as the stung area to make sure it wasn't spreading.

"Let's put some ice on it first for about 20 minutes. We'll put the Benadryl on it after that."

"Okay. Thanks for getting it out."

"You feel alright?"

"Yeah. Nothing hurts but my hand."

"I'll go get some wasp spray in a minute. Must be a nest around here."

"It's no big deal, it was just one."

"No. I think I'll go now. I'll be back in 15 minutes. Call me if you start to feel bad or anything. Don't take that ice off till I get back." He told her as he walked out the door.

When Rick got back he found Michonne still in the kitchen, but she had put the Benadryl on the sting and was cleaning up the kitchen.

"Didn't I tell you to keep the ice on there?"

"It got cold. Rick. Did you buy every can they had at the store?"

"Yes I did. Can't be too careful. And I bought you some ice cream."

"You did?" She said as she walked over to him and kissed him on the lips. "What kind?"

"Cookies and cream. Your favorite."

"I'll share if you want some."

"I'll have a little. Let me go check find these nests first."

Rick walked around the house checking along the roofline and every overhang. All the trees were checked and the bushes inspected. He found one nest in a tree and two small ones on the side of the house. He went through three cans of wasp spray and still had five cans left when he was all done.

Monday came all too soon for Rick who had to be at the station at 6am. He gently rubbed Michonne's back to wake her up and tell her bye.

"You're leaving already?"

"Yeah it's 5:30. I'm sorry about waking you up. I'm going to take your car in to the shop for you."

"I get to drive your truck?" She said with a smile

"Yes. Don't make me regret it. Handle her the way I handle you, okay."

"You got it Mr. President. I'll be gentle with her."

"I gotta go. I'll call you later."

Rick leaned down and kissed her on her forehead before leaving and Michonne fell back asleep for a few more hours.

Michonne sat in Rick's truck and glided her fingers along the dashboard and the steering wheel. She had been in his truck countless times, but this was the first time that she has been behind the wheel. She felt both nervous and excited to be driving his cherished pride and joy. It was just after 8:30 when she pulled out of the driveway on her way to work.

She stopped at the red light in the left turning lane and laughed as she changed the radio station. She could hear Rick in her head 'driver picks the music'. Well today she got to pick and it wasn't going to be classic rock. The light finally showed the green arrow and she pressed the gas to turn left. She was singing to the music on the radio and had just flipped down the sun visor to block the sun from her eyes. But the visor blocked out too much, the only thing she only saw blackness.