"All the beaches of the world, could never amount to, nor implore the one grain of sand that I stand on, which is your love."
― Anthony Liccione

XXXXX

"Why are you just looking at me Rick and not saying anything?"

"You look good Michonne. You look real good."

"Thank you. You never told me that I look good before."

"Because you were mine before. All mine. On the island I didn't have to worry about it. You were mine as I am yours. I am looking at you with the eyes of a random man. You look good, damn good in that dress. I can just imagine what you must have been like before me, before we were stranded."

"This is just a glimpse. My first away from you and kids interview, the last. I want to look good."

"Well, I feel a certain way about it. Hurry back home so I can get a good full look at you. Shoes and all."

"I still have some excess skin..."

"You ain't going on the interview naked so let's end the topic. I don't want you to go under the knife for something unnecessary. I've said my peace on it Michonne. I know what you are doing and I've been with you long enough to know exactly what you are trying to obsess your brain about. No unnecessary chances. We agreed on it."

"It's just a little nip tuck Rick but I know...I know we agreed."

"The extra skin doesn't bother me 'Chonne."

"Okay."

"It ain't okay. You've been mentioning it too much lately."

"I have an appointment to have it done. The triplets have stretched me Rick and I did a lot of research and I will lose my mind if I don't have it done. You won't like me one bit because it is getting really bad in my mind."

"They have medication for your mind, Michonne."

"We have a wedding coming up. I have a dress that you picked out for me to wear and the only way that shit will look right, I got to do the extreme because I work out. I jog everyday. I do sit ups and push ups...The babies have stretched me."

"I see someone over your shoulder trying to get you moving Michonne. Face-time me when you are done with the interview. I don't care what time it is. Abigail and Judith say bye to Mama."

"Bye Mama. Love you to pieces." Abigail blew a kiss.

"Love you baby."

"Bye Mama, love you very, very much." Judith blew kisses into the camera of the laptop screen where Michonne was trying not to shed tears.

"Love you baby. Rick kiss my boys for me."

"They're right here. Perked up by the sound of your voice Michonne. You've got an interview to be done with and I want you to know, you look damn good and I love you."

"I love you."

XXX

Driftwood

Night before and day of Rescue: Michonne

The sex was amazing.

I don't know what was going on but my period wasn't regular and when I tried to talk to Rick about it he tuned out. Menstrual blood was not his favorite topic and having to help with the birth of his daughters I think Rick was traumatized. I was pregnant. Very pregnant from the way my stomach felt but from my guess work since Rick wasn't keeping time, I had no idea how far along I was. I had no idea of the difference between one month or 5 months other than showing. I was showing and Rick was blind about it. He insisted it was just gas. He was delusional and after a while so was I.

The girls refused my breast milk. It eventually dried up. Rick was more than thrilled. He insisted that the girls should had been weaned a long time ago.

This was the first time where we kept climaxing at the same time. It was like we were totally in sync. I couldn't' get enough of his lips all over my body. His hands all over me. Just kissing and cuddling until we ended up revved up again.

When morning came we realized we woke up later than usual. We never done that EVER and if we did sleep the girls would wake us. THEY didn't. They were gone.

XXX

Driftwood

Day of Rescue: Rick

The sex was incredible all night long. I remember not getting enough of Michonne that night. Just thinking about it...Michonne is my world. We have always been in sync with each other but that night...We slept heavy. It was not like us to do that. Not both of us and to wake up to find the girls gone put us in a panic.

Michonne and I went only so far. We tried to follow their trail in the sand but it was like they vanished. Michonne became immobile. She was talking to herself. I could see her in the distance since we chose to split up. I was coming back without them and so was she. I couldn't help but cry with her. We couldn't find our babies. They shouldn't have gone that far. We went inside but I couldn't stay inside. Michonne was talking about if I didn't find the girls alive she wasn't sure how for me to tell her because she didn't think she could handle it and if they were hurt she didn't know how she could handle it. All I knew was that I had to find our babies.