Noah looks in the back seat at his 38 week pregnant wife Tatiana (Tati for short), she's in a small amount of discomfort sitting in between Duane and Carol with Sophia sprawled across their laps.
"How's everybody", he looks noticeably at Tati to see if she hiding her discomfort level.
She nods that she's o.k.
"Sophia?"
Carol feels the top of Sophia's head then pulls her hand away. She uses a wash cloth to wipe her forehead, "She seems to be getting hotter and hotter by the hour."
In a concerned tone she asks Morgan, "How long before we get there? She needs an ice bath and some Motrin."
As Noah watches Carol dab Sophia's head with the wash cloth he begins to notice beads of sweat forming on her own forehead.
Carol briefly catches Noah staring at her own condition, she quickly takes the wash cloth and wipes her forehead and neck then returns it back to soaking up the sweat on Sophia's head.
"I'm trying to get there as fast as I can", Morgan tells her, "I'm getting on Providence way Road right now. Hopefully we will miss any crazy traffic on the back roads."
"Unc", Noah leans over, "You sure it's alright me and Tati come too? I need to know right away if this is a problem so I got a backup plan. She's 38 weeks but she could pop any minute now."
"Noah, if you and Tati can't stay there then we won't either. We either stay as a family or we all leave as a family."
Shyanna bursts in to more tears when Nina leaves her bedroom.
She presses Sasha's hand to her lips, "I don't know what I'm supposed to do. You were the one that kept me together. You were the one that kept me strong. I-I never thought that I would have to handle shit by myself. I never had to be bad ass cause you and security would do it for me. I can't even save my own k…"
Unable to finish her sentence Shyanna bows her head on to the bed to finish crying.
A few minutes later she lifts her head to look and see if Sasha had moved.
She hasn't.
Instead of making an effort except the truth Shyannna, stands up and walks over to her hamper taking her clothes off in the process, "I-I'm going to take a shower Sasha please wake up and tell me something…I'll take anything at this point."
After Rick reels Michonne back from her over active emotions they continue grooming the horses together.
They don't say much to one another, they've always found an uncanny way to share silence together.
He knew sharing silence, just giving her the option to talk to him or not would help her stay in reality.
The more she got used to seeing him the more she would come to understand that the past was behind her.
Another call from Morgan hits Rick's phone, "Morgan, how far away are ya'll?"
"Hopefully about another hour maybe hour and a half if we don't encounter any problems. I had to reroute cause of the chaos on the main roads and highways."
Morgan clears his throat, "Listen Rick, I had to bring my nephew and his pregnant wife. She's 38 weeks. They were gonna stay at Fort Benning but all hell broke loose when a crazed sniper got on the roofs and started shooting anyone he could see.
"Well don't worry about it I already talked to the woman who's owns the ranch and she said that they would make room for any of us in need."
Rick hears Morgan sigh of relief through the phone.
"And there's one more thing, Sophia's come down with the flu or something do you guys have motrin there, she's gonna need to get put in to ice bath to bring her temperature down."
"Uh yeah sure", Rick becomes acutely concerned, "Just call me when you're 20 minutes away I'll have something set up for her, don't worry. See you when you get here".
He ends the call looking at Michonne who's standing in front of him.
"What?"
"What's wrong?" she asks
"It's Morgan's step-daughter Sophia, she's sick".
"Sick with what? Sick how", she interrogates.
Rick shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know his daughter has always been somewhat sickly. Her immune system probably got run down from all the shit going on in the world right now."
Michonne rolls her eyes as she knows Rick is trying to play coy.
"Rick do not play around with this", she warns, "It only took 72 hours to wipe out a small hick town of 75k people in Quibdo, Colombia and turn them in to the infected. We wouldn't last 12 hours if one of them get on this ranch."
She walks the last horse in to the stall.
"You're over-reacting Chonnie, Morgan already knows about the infected", he walks over to her closing the stall behind her and locking it.
He handles her hips by bringing them in toward his planting a kiss to her soft lips.
She doesn't resist the kiss placing her arms around his neck once more.
"I tend to err on the side of caution these days Babe, I think we need to let them have Wynona's spot", she applies these short teasing kisses to his lips as he tries to extend each one longer, "Keep them quarantined without them knowing it. Me you and Carl can stay in the quarters over top the stables while everyone else stays in the main house."
She finally gives him the longer kiss he's been hungry for in the last 3 minutes.
The touch of her supple lips to his nearly over takes Rick with lust as moves one hand to her bum and the other to the front of her shirt.
He firmly massages her breast through her shirt erecting her nipples as well as himself.
"Mmm…maybe we should have all the kids hang out in that sports bar/theater in the basement. That way we can get some alone time."
Rick starts maneuvering them both towards an empty stall full of hey.
Michonne doesn't resist his steering.
She begins lifting off her shirt while he removes his jacket.
He moves faster when he sees chocolate colored lace bra.
Throwing his jacket to the ground pushing her up against the stable wall, desperate for her mountain tips to burst through the laced bra he tries to imbibe them whole with his mouth.
Michonne groans from having Rick's mouth wrapped around her breast, she runs her hand through his hair while trying to unbuckle his belt with the other.
Just when she's about to unbuckle his jeans a pair of headlights start beaming through the hinges of the stable garage door.
Rick quickly throws Michonne her shirt to put back on after hearing someone slam a truck door shut.
She puts her shirt back on pushing Rick out the stall brushing his hair back in to place.
While buckling his belt there's a problem, "Michonne what did you do?"
Michonne's mouth drops as she sees his erection is still readily available. She starts brushing the straw all around looking for his jacket.
She finds and folds the jacket for Rick to drape on his arm in front of him to hide issue.
Daryl hops out of the Mega X2, "Yeah well there's gotta be hundreds of Dodge Mega X2 roaming Alabama."
Rosita yells, "I know, that news chopper has my truck in clear view of that collision on the highway."
He opens the stable garage door and sees Michonne and Rick standing in the middle aisle where the empty stables were.
Daryl smirks as he already knows what he's walked in to. He sees Rick's nervous demeanor and how his jacket is perfectly placed in front of his crotch.
"Next time, just put a sign on the door", he laughs.
Michonne looks a bit perturbed, "What's going on?"
We need to hide Rosita's truck. It showed up on the local news about a crash on the highway."
He smirks a little bit harder as he walks closer to Rick and Michonne.
"You know you need to hide your truck too given what Shyanna done at the school."
Rick clears his throat still embarrassed, "Well have Carl or somebody park the truck inside too."
Daryl giggles to himself seeing Michonne and Rick trying to hide what they were doing.
"Yeah, I'll do that".
Daryl looks around the stable and sees the work shop to the right, "Yo they have a press machine too? Wynona built for the long haul."
Rick grabs Michonne's arms and places her in front of him as they walk passed Daryl, "Yeah she's hella prepared."
"We're going to get our things to stay in the stable quarters, I'm gonna to talk with Wynona about Morgan's family staying in her place when they get here."
Rosita smiles at Michonne as she passes by the truck knowing what her and Daryl interrupted.