Sooooo...long time now hear peeps. I'm so sorry for it! My life has been crazy busy (work, moving, relationships, taking care of my own Michonne.) The sad thing is that I've had most of this chapter written since I posted the last chapter. And the next one too! But I haven't had time to proofread or really feel motivated. Let's face it the show hasn't helped and a particularly negative review had me doubting my ability to write. But I just wanted to say thank you to EVERYONE over the past year who have reached out. It's helped more than you know. Anywho, I decided I couldn't end the year without posting at all and being sick has given me the opportunity to rest so...ta da! Here is my latest enstallment. Hope you like it.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND A WONDERFUL 2020!

Found 33

Rick Grimes knew he was fortunate to be both a lucky and happy man, with many things fitting into each category. He was happy that he'd divorced Lori and come out with a well adjusted, great kid in Carl. He was lucky that despite Shane and others encouragement he'd decided not to sow his wild oats and become a male slut, otherwise he might never had gotten Michonne back in his life, much less his bed. While he wanted to rip the lips off the teenaged slut that left his son unattended in the mall, he was happy that her need to suck dick had allowed him to meet his son. And everyday since he knew how lucky he was that Carl had been there that day to be the one to help Andre instead of some sicko.

Currently Rick was happy with the way his beautiful, intelligent girlfriend had decided to decorate and furnish her high rise condo. The California king size bed allowed him to shift Michonne into quite a few positions and away from the wet spots she had created every time he'd made her cum so far that night. He'd found out earlier that the tall platform bed was at he prefect height for him to grip her hips while thrusting into her, it's stationary base preventing it from scraping across the floor. And it would've moved from the sheer force in which he plowed into her tight bright pink pussy repeatedly. Rick knew for a fact that when he touched her hips the following day the area would be tender from the Herculean hold he had on her.

Rick's eyes tried to focus on the intricate pattern the plush, wall mounted headboard made and not the feeling of her warm, velvet walls lightly rippling around his sturdy length as he kneeled behind her. Rubbing one out in the shower as well as his first nut inside Michonne had allowed him to fuck her for the past 45 or so minutes, surviving the many times she'd already come on his cock but he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. And while he knew he'd have no problem getting hard again in 5 or so minutes, Michonne had his body acting like a teenager's again, he didn't want to miss a single minute of the feel of her body wrapped around his. Using his right hand Rick pushed the top of her body down, causing her ass to go higher in the air, hips flaring out and changing the angle at which his dick hit inside her. Pulling out half way he plunged deeply hitting her cervix. It felt so good he held there, breathing out his nose and basking in her warmth.

"Fuuuck!" Michonne moaned loudly and Rick was once again grateful that she'd evidently invested in soundproofing for her bedroom. His girlfriend was definitely not quiet in the sack, a fact he normally loved but not tonight when either of his kids could come knocking on the bedroom door to take her away. Tonight she belonged to him. Not just her pussy but her entire body and soul.

Rick ran his hand up and down her back, glistening with a mixture of his and her sweat, before grabbing her locs twisting them tightly in his fist. His lips followed the path his hand had made as he blanketed her body with his. "You gonna come for me again Michonne?" he asked lowly in her ear, punctuating the question with a hard thrust.

"Ugh!" was all he received in response. Loving the sounds he was hearing, he rapidly seesawed in and out of her, causing a mouse like squeak to erupt each time he entered.

""What was that baby? I couldn't hear you." He plunged once more, this time harder receiving the same exact response. Sitting back on his knees, he pulled her up with him, her back never parting from his chest. Releasing her hair, Rick slid his hand around to her throat, using his finger to turn her face towards him. Michonne's eyes were glassy, as if in a daze causing him to smile. He'd fucked her precisely the way she deserved. "I need to know if you want to come again baby. I would really love it if you did because it feels so damn good. You coming on my cock." She nodded as he ran his nose down her neck, sucking at her spot at the back and lingering there before licking his way back up to her ear. "So come for me Chonne." Rick growled as he nipped her lobe and plowed into her moist sex. He was rewarded by her walls clamping down on his dick, coating it and his balls in her sweet juices. He continued to fuck her slowly through her orgasm, the feeling of her inner muscles massaging his dick one step away from heaven but still holding on. "That's it baby. That's it. Keep coming for me sweetie."

Michonne's mouth was open in a silent scream, a single tear gliding down her cheek as Rick's hips snapped repeatedly into her, his wet sack slapping obscenely loud against her plump ass. She dug her nails in his muscled thigh, trying to tether herself to something, to prove what she was feeling was real. That this wasn't one of the hundred dreams she'd had about him since she left him in Washington those years ago. The one's where after she woke up and found herself alone, caused her to cry and hold her son. Their son.

"This is real Michonne. We're here. Together." Rick's voice brought her back from her haze. She hadn't realized that she had spoken out loud or that Rick had pulled out of her and was now in front of her. His cerulean eyes staring deeply into hers. "This isn't a dream. We're here, with our kids down the hall, safe in their beds. We found each other again and now we're a family."

She placed her hand on his flush face, running it against the stubble on his jaw before capturing his pouty lips in kiss. She licked into his mouth, tongue wrestling with her lovers as she clutched his body to hers. She felt him bear her on to her back before settling on top of her between her meaty thighs slick with the evidence of the passion he brought out in her. "I love you Rick!" she panted out heavily. "I've never loved anyone more."

"And I've never loved anyone as much and the way that I love you. I never will." He rubbed his still stiff cock against her soaking labia before settling at her entrance. "Now tonight we've had sex. We've fucked and now…now I'm going to make love to you Michonne. Like I never have before to make you feel how much I love you. And that this could never" kiss, "ever" kiss "be a dream." Rick slid into her pulsing channel slowly, emitting an animal like growl as her warmth consumed him whole. He stayed still letting the feeling wash over him before rocking his hips. "Nothing this great could ever be a dream baby."

Around six weeks later

The sound of police siren rang throughout the humid evening air, causing the cars and trucks in front of him to part like the red sea. Normally Rick wouldn't misuse his authority to avoid traffic but this was an emergency. He hadn't heard from Michonne since lunchtime when she had told him about an art buyer meeting her at the condo to buy a painting. Rick had urged her to wait until he could be there for security. If not himself then her father or if push came to shove Andrea. Hell anyone! A lot of money could be changing hands if the deal was made. Even if no such deal occurred, as an officer of the law, Rick was familiar with scammers and opportunists who presented themselves as buyers only to rob or even worse, kill the sellers and take the item and/or money.

"Good evening Mr. Grimes," the young man said as Rick jumped out of the barely stopped car, simply nodding his acknowledgement. Normally, he found the idea of valet at a condo preposterous. However, right now he was thanking everyone that Michonne's Atlanta abode offered such amenities while he jogged towards the door being held open, as usual, by Thomas.

Before he could Thomas could give him his standard, "Why hello there Sheriff Grimes", Rick was asking "Thomas, have you seen Michonne, I mean Ms. Anthony, tonight?"

"Why yes, Sir. She came in about 3:30. Earlier than usual. A young man named Spencer Monroe came and went up stairs. Ms. Anthony had told me to just send him up. That was 5 pm sharp. Mr. Monroe left at precisely 5:28 pm. I was expecting Ms. Anthony leave promptly as well but I haven't seen her. In fact the particular car she drove is still it's assigned space."

Rick looked down at his watch. It was now 8:46. About three hours since the Monroe punk had left. And yes the young man was a punk in Rick's eyes. Flirting with what was his. Trying to get Michonne to go to dinner or a show. Not accepting the situation for what it was: a deal to buy a painting, not to try to steal away Rick's girlfriend and mother of his child. "Was he carrying anythang when he left? A bag? A painting? Anythang?"

"No sir. He just left. He was kinda frustrated it seemed," Thomas said as he trotted along next to the quickly striding officer that who practically running. He pushed the 'up' button milliseconds before Rick could. "Is everything okay Mr. Grimes?"

"I don't know yet Thomas. No one has heard from Michonne since 12:50ish. I'm just worried that's all." Rick stepped into the elevator, quickly putting in his code that would take him to the penthouse.

"Please let me know of I need to ring the authorities," was all Rick heard as the elevator doors slid shut, cutting off the rest of what Thomas was going to say. 25. 26. 27. The ride to the top seemed to take forever, causing him to run his hand over his face. Once again his eyes settled on his watch. A present from Michonne on Andre's birthday. 'Happy Birthday to you too daddy' was inscribed on the inside along with the date. A reminder of Andre's first birthday with his father. His heart began to race, his breath was short, and was the air getting thinner? What if something had happened to the love of his life and mother of his children? All over a painting and unrequited crush? The numbers on the panel began to blur, eyes watering with tears of fear. He couldn't lose her. He had just found her again!

As soon as the elevator doors opened he sprinted down the hallway, raising his phone to unlock the door. The red light flashed denying him entrance, so he waved the phone in front of the black pad again only to see the red light flash at him once more. "What the.." Rick said, frustration evident in his tone. Taking a deep breath he waved the phone a third time, ready to kick the door down if he saw that stupid red light again. Luckily this time the light was green, saving him the cost of replacing the sturdy wooden door.

"Michonne? Michonne are you here?" he called as he entered the immaculate space. Rick noticed her keys were still in the crystal dish next to the door. Trotting along observing each room he passed, noticing the purse she'd taken this morning on the kitchen island. Nothing seemed out of place, nothing was missing. The painting in question was still hung on the living room wall so obviously the sale didn't take place. "Michonne?" he called again as he made his way to the master bedroom. Once again everything seemed normal, the bed was made, nothing was on the floor. "Where the hell is she?" he thought, running his hand through his hair in frustration. Maybe she was in Andre's room. As he turned around a sliver of light caught his eye. In his rush, he'd overlooked the light coming from under the door of the closed master closet. He walked over and slowly opened the door, bracing himself for what awaited him.

Looking around he saw nothing but the neatly displayed rows of clothes and shoes in the massive walk-in closet. Walking around the corner, his breath left his body.

"MICHONNE!" he yelled, running over to the body splayed on the plush grey carpet. She was still in her work clothes, locs covering her face. Falling to his knees he held her face in his hands, seeing no blood or injury. "Michonne! Answer me!" He lightly tapped her cheek, hoping to rouse her.

"Rick? What are you doing here?" she groaned, her bleary eyes opening into half moon slants as they adjusted to the light. "Why are you crying?"

"Sweetheart I was so worried! We all were," Rick cradled her to his body, unaware that he'd even started to cry.

"Worried? Why?" she looked around, confusion marring her lovely features, and finally noticing where she was. "Why am I on the floor of my closet?"

"Michonne, baby. It's almost 9 pm! No one has heard from you since this afternoon! I have no idea why you are on the floor. Did that fucker do something to you?" he barked, a crease darkening his brow as her big brown eyes bulged out of her head.

"9 o'clock at night? It's that late?! And no Spencer didn't touch me Rick. We couldn't agree on a price, so he left and I came in here to grab some more things to leave at your house. I've been asleep for three hours?! I don't even remember falling asleep! Much less on the floor."

"Well, you're safe and that's all that matters. We'll figure it out." Rick let out a sigh of relief, kissing her forehead as he rocked her in his arms. Michonne had been very tired recently, with her driving back and forth to the city to work everyday, getting Andre ready for preschool, cooking dinner, etc. Not to mention the vigorous bedroom workouts he'd been putting her through. He had told her repeatedly that he could take care of himself and had been doing so for years but she'd just shrugged her shoulders. 'I love taking care of my guys so let me' she always replied and continued with whatever task she was engaged in at the time. "Have you eaten anythang today? I know you didn't eat this morning before you rushed out the door."

Michonne shook her head, as she stifled a yawn behind a manicured hand. "I worked thru lunch so that I could be here to meet Spencer. But I wasn't hungry anyway. My stomach has been acting up a little and not just with eggs."

"How about this? I run you a bath and then order from the Chinese place down the block. Then we'll go to bed and you can get a full night of shut eye. You can even sleep in since it's Saturday."

"What about Andre and Carl?" she questioned, raising from the floor with Rick's help. She wobbled a little, causing Rick to wrap her tightly in his arms as they walked to the bedroom.

"My parents are watching them for the night. They won't mind spoiling them for a few more hours to allow you to get some rest. And before you start on about how they watched them last weekend, they love having the boys around. They're making up for lost time with Andre and it's not as if they can spoil Carl anymore than he is now. We'll head back tomorrow afternoon okay?" Placing his love at the edge of the bed, Rick kneeled in front of her as he rubbed his hands up and down her arms before helping her to unbutton her blouse. His breath became shallow as the silk slid down her body exposing her delicate shoulders and mahogany globes. With a slight shake of the head, he reminded himself that he was here to help his girlfriend, no matter how much she turned him on. "Now wait here while I run your bath. Okay baby?" Rick gave her a peck on the lips, while tucking a stray loc behind her ear before standing up and going to the bathroom.

"Rick?" just reaching door, he turned to see Michonne looking down at her hands before glancing back up at him. "Thank you. For coming to look for me and….and just for everything. I love you."

A smile landed on his face. "I love you too Michonne. I'll be back to get you shortly." And with that he walked in to start his girlfriend's bath, wondering if her fatigue, dizziness and upset stomach were the symptoms he thought they were.

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The following Tuesday

"Baby it's you! You're the one I love. You're the one I need! You're the only one I see!"

"Drea. You are at a 15 and I need you at like a 3 right now." Michonne ran her hand down her face as she continued to glare at her desk as she had been for the past 20 plus minutes.

The bubbly blonde stopped her re-enactment of Beyonce's 'Love on Top' video, placing her hands on her slim hips to look at her best friend. "No. You are acting like the world is ending and it's not. Staring at those 6 sticks is not going to change the results, no matter how much you will it to. You're preggers Michie. The tests on your desk say so, just like the seventh one that will go off in 3 minutes will, if it doesn't already."

"How did this happen? I was so careful." Michonne whined laying her head on her desk in defeat. Ever since Rick had found her on the floor of her closet on Friday she had began to wonder what was going on with her. It had occurred to her that maybe the fatigue was due to over exerting herself to make up for keeping her family apart for so long. Pregnancy hadn't crossed her mind considering she had yet experienced any of the morning sickness that she had with Andre; if anything she was hungrier than ever. However the pain that shot through her body that morning when Rick palmed her breast in the shower forced her to rethink everything. Talking to Andrea as she made the drive to Atlanta from Kings County, as was her daily routine, she had casually mentioned what had happened in the shower. They'd shared everything for so long, she considered this information to be no different. When she got no reply, she thought it had went over her best friend's head. Never in a million years did she think walking into her office, she would be greeted with a hot green tea, a cherry danish and ten pregnancy test ranging from First Response to EPT to Clearblue Easy. Michonne had managed to put off taking the test until her lunch break, hence Andrea dancing to the mid day mix in glee.

A high pitched laugh caused her to raise her head from her desk. "Careful? How did this happen?! Michonne Anthony! You have told me repeatedly over the past few weeks how Rick has been on or rather in you every day since Dre's birthday party. And multiple times. That between his parents taking Andre and him finally sleeping through the night again, Officer Horny has been insatiable. I'm not even going into what you told me about last weekend, despite you being tired. News flash: continuous fucking leads to pregnancy."

"Gee really? I never knew that Dr. Science. Please inform me how I got my son?" Michonne said while rolling her eyes. Yeah she'd told Andrea how insatiable Rick had become, wanting to take her on any surface, anywhere, at any given moment. However for some reason, Michonne had neglected to share how she herself had become addicted to Rick. She felt her face warm as she remembered how thoroughly her man had dicked her down last night after the kids had gone to bed. She was supposed to be resting before she returned to work, in fact she'd taken Monday off for that very reason. Rick had come home from the station with other plans though. Evidently he couldn't be without her for more than three days now and truthfully neither could she. "I meant how did it happen because I'm on birth control. I get how Andre happened. I was on the pill and my antibiotics from the sinus infection messed it up. But that is why I got on a different type after Andre was born. The pill would've never worked with my schedule. I've had implants for the past few years. In fact I got the newest one three days before Rick and I reconnected! There is no way I should have 6.."

"Seven." Andrea plopped the yet another test bearing a bright pink plus sign on the desk, her bright bleu eyes lit up in glee.

"Fine! Seven positive pregnancy tests on my desk right now! I covered all my basis. AGAIN! Yet I am in the same position I was in 5 years ago. Pregnant by the man I love but not knowing if he is ready or even wants another child."

"Oh stop being dramatic and feeling sorry for yourself. It's the one thing that's not a good look on you. You and everyone else knows that one, birth control can fail at anytime. You're just an anomaly that it's happened twice to. And two, that Rick Grimes is totally in love with you and if he could keep you knocked up he would. As long as he could continue to fuck you while you were pregnant."

Michonne couldn't help but smile. Yes Rick loved her. She knew that everyday she woke up with his arms wrapped around her. Many times she had just laid there running her fingers over the coarse hair on his muscled forearms. God she loved those things! Forearms which currently had nail marks and scratches covering them; a result of their love making sessions on Monday and this morning when she was supposed to be catching up on her sleep. And in hind sight, she knew it when she met him years ago but was just not listening to her head, heart or guts for whatever reason. Maybe her college boyfriend Mike had damaged her more than she thought. Her therapist had suggested that but being 23 and then 27 she didn't think she needed any help.

Still, her and the handsome bleu eyed sheriff had just found each other again. Yes things were great. Better than great since her father had realized that neither Michonne nor Andre were letting the Grimes family go. Rick continued to remain elusive whenever the subject of how Mitchell had started to show him the same love he'd shown Daryl came up.

'We decided that we have common interests,' was all that he would say before changing the subject.

Yet Michonne didn't want to push their luck. They'd lightly talked about other children, but just whenever Andre would do something cute or the subject of Carl going off to college came up. Was it too soon? How would she handle her already crazy schedule and commute with a new baby?

"This is great! Hopefully this one will be a girl! Can you imagine a mini Michonne?!" Andrea squealed. "Prom and her wedding…"

"Hey Drea? Can I make an appointment with Denise first before you start planning a wedding?" Michonne said with a laugh. Andrea's happiness was definitely having a positive effect on her. "I'll make it for Friday afternoon when her nosy receptionist is gone. Otherwise everyone in Atlanta will know my business."

"Isn't that cutting it kinda close since the DC trip is this weekend? When you going to tell Rick? You know he won't be able to go with you if it's scheduled for that time."

"That is why you better get most of your packing done before then, because you, my bff, are coming with me. As for Rick, he has so much on his plate with him going back to work last week and my fainting. I want him focused on his job. Last thing I need is for him to get shot or something. As soon as I get confirmation of a baby, he will."

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Wednesday around 1 pm

"So I tell Andrea that she's the only woman I've ever known who can turn off a damn light, and she goes 'It's not my fault you only dated dumb bitches before you met me. You're the one that doesn't know how to turn off a light but your ass better learn. I have shoes to pay for!' My gal's a spitfire!" Shane told Rick, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.

"That she is," Rick coughed out, a french fry going down the wrong pipe. Taking a gulp of his sweet tea to move the obstruction, he coughed once more. "I can't believe some of the stories Michonne tells me about the two of them back in the day! Or Andrea now."

"Whoa there buddy! It's not like your little lady is all that perfect. She might not do the wild things Andy does now that she's a mom and all but she can still clap back with a deadly quickness. I should know being on the end of several of those quips. Speaking of Michonne, how's she doin'? Andrea said she was back at work yesterday after taking Monday off."

Rick smiled, remembering the euphoria he felt being buried deep inside of his lover after he took the kids to school and came back home for a few hours before he went to work. He was knocked out of his daydream when he felt the head of his cock rub against his thigh. He glanced down to see a noticeable chub forming in his pants and that just wouldn't do with the two of them sitting in the patrol car, so he tried to center his thoughts. "She's doin' better. She still tired but that's to be expected. Made a doctors appointment for Friday afternoon before we leave for DC. You guys are still coming right?"

Shane nodded and was about to say something until his best friend continued on. "Good. Shane I need to tell you something. Actually two somethings but you have to promise me that you won't tell Andrea! Either of them."

"Ain't this a bitch? You think I tell my lady everythang we talk about?" his best friend said slamming his hand down on the center console.

"No. Not everythang but enough that I have to ask you not to say anythang. I mean you are the one that said she could get anything out of you with a lap dance. And before you try and talk your way out of that remember you told Andrea where I was taking Michonne out to dinner last weekend when I told you it was a surprise."

Shane grinned sheepishly. "I'm sorry about that bro. But she was kissing all over my neck and trying to convince me that the four of us should go out for drinks. She refused to take no for an answer when I said we couldn't until I said why!"

Rick shook his head, a smirk on his face at his best friend. "I understand better than anyone how easy it is to give in. What I don't get is how you can lie like a snake to every other woman in your life but this one. That being said you can't tell Andrea what I'm about to tell you! No matter what or I swear our friendship is over Shane. Thirty plus years down the drain. Can you promise me that?"

"Of course I can. It must be serious if you are threatening to leave me high and dry over spilling some beans. I promise to keep my mouth shut. What's up?"

"I'm going to ask Michonne to marry me."

"WHAT? THAT'S FUCKING INCREDIBLE MAN!" Shane yelled reaching over and giving Rick a hearty pat on his back. He remembered how just five years ago, just like today, the two had been sitting in a squad car having lunch. Yet instead of being happy, Rick was lamenting his marriage to Lori, how they were talking about separating and how that would affect Carl. If anyone deserved happiness, his best friend did. "When did you decide to go ahead and do it and how are you going to pop the question?"

Rick took a deep breath, an unconscious smile spreading all over his face. "I've thought about it ever since we got back together but it began popping up in my head more often after her father and I buried the hatchet at Andre's birthday party. But then two weeks ago, I watched her out in my parents backyard swimming with Andre, her relationship with Carl and my parents. The way she takes care of all of us no matter how tired she is. It's like she's already my wife in everythang but name only so why not make it official? I'm never going to meet anyone else like her. That I love like her. She's the mother of my child. It was a no brainer, " he said with a slight shrug, still smiling.

"I agree with you there. You've been sprung since you first saw her from what you tell me. No one seeing you guys for the first time would even be able to tell you just got back together. You get a ring yet or are you trying to get me to go shopping with you?"

"I have a ring. Rings actually. Both family heirlooms from either side. When I told my parents, mom gave me her grandmother's ring for the engagement. I didn't even know she had it since she never mentioned it when I told her I was proposing to Lori. She adores Michonne though and said it would be a honor for her to pass it on to Michonne and I. On Saturday morning we drove out to her parents so that they could see her before heading back and make sure she was okay. I asked Mitchell while we played golf and was very enthusiastically told yes!" Seeing the incredulous look on Shane's face he had to laugh, knowing he'd had a similar reaction at his hopefully future father in laws reaction. The Senior Anthony had embraced Rick in a bear hug as soon as the words had left his mouth and looked as if he'd won the lottery (even though he didn't need the money) the rest of the day. In fact he had cheesed so hard Michonne had to ask if they had gotten drunk on the course. "I know what you're thinkin' and it shocked the hell outta me as well. But ever since we had that talk at Andre's birthday he's done a 180. Actually talkin' to me when he calls up to check on Andre and Michonne. Askin' about Carl and my job. I thought he'd be the hard one and Dionne the easy one but they were both easy! Dionne was so happy and just made me promise to never to do her babies wrong. Like I could ever hurt Michonne and Andre but I get it. They've both been through a lot, especially my boy. She gave me a set of rings that her parents had, from her daddy's side, to be our wedding bands."

"Wow! Congratulations again man! When are you going to ask her?"

"I'm workin' on somethang that will hopefully be memorable and bring everythang full circle from when we met. I'll let you know. Now for the other secret," He glanced at Shane, happy and nervous at the same time. "Michonne's pregnant."

"WHAT?! That's even better news than you proposing! I'm going to be an uncle again? For the third time?" He wasn't surprised in the least. Though his best friend was more the type to listen his sexcapades, Shane knew his friend had been making up for lost bedroom time with Michonne based off overhearing many conversations the ladies indulged in daily. However, Shane's grin quickly turned into a look of confusion. "Uh, Rick? Why can't I say anything to Andrea? Wouldn't Michonne know she's pregnant? I mean, you know right?"

"Actually, I don't know for sure if she is pregnant. I just have a feeling about it. I looked online and she has a lot of the symptoms, almost all of them besides the morning sickness but not every woman has that. As for Michonne, I don't think she knows or even suspects that she could be. Michonne wouldn't keep something like that from me. Not again. Not without a good reason. Most importantly I don't want her thinking that this proposal is because I got her pregnant or for Andre only and not for the real reason. Because I'm crazy in love with her."

"Very true buddy. I hate to say it but I think she'd feel that way just a little but she knows you love her. You prove it to her everyday. Hell, just last week when she was missing you almost lost you damn mind. Back to these symptoms. What are they like? I might need to keep an eye on Andrea!" he joked.

"Well, she's been crazy tired. She fell asleep eating dinner two weeks ago and no matter how tired Michonne is, she can always eat. Then there was the incident at her condo when she fainted. She'd been complaining of headaches before but thought it was too much caffeine and not enough sleep. She can't stand the smell of eggs or yogurt recently. The other ones are more…personal."

Seeing Rick's face turn red peaked Shane's curiosity and he decided to press on. He'd always loved pushing Rick to his limits of comfortably and wasn't going to miss this chance. Looking out the window so that Rick couldn't see the mischievous grin on his face he continued. "Headaches, being tired and not wantin' eggs doesn't mean that you knocked up your lady, jackass. It could be just before she starts her period. What else is there? Personal or not you need to tell me, because right now I'm not believing you. I think you got my hopes of being an uncle up for nothing."

"Going off air for a moment," Rick said into the squad car radio before turning it off. "Well…well her boobs are getting bigger."

"And that's a bad thing?" Shane laughed, trying to ease his friend along. "Sounds like a damn perk to me."

Running his hand over his chin, Rick let out a chuckle. "I never said it was a bad thang. I was describing the symptoms before you rudely interrupted. They're bigger and…sensitive. Anytime I touch them, I have to remind myself to be gentle. Also she, also she, she.."

"She what? Don't be a bitch man! Say it!"

"She tastes different!" He shouted, face now resembling a tomato.

"What'cha mean 'different'?"

Rick took a deep breath before he continued, trying to find the right words. He wasn't crass like Shane and he had to keep in mind not to disclose too much about Michonne. She was his future wife and mother of his children after all. "It means exactly like it sounds. She taste different. Michonne has always tasted fantastic but lately, the past 3 weeks or so... I can't describe it. She's even better. Sweeter."

What Rick refused to say outright was that recently, going down on his girlfriend had reached fetish proportions to him. It was like an orgy for his senses. Her smell, her texture, the plumpness when he sucked her lips into his mouth, the sight of her bared open before him as an offering, the vulnerability to his touch and whim, the sounds she made. He'd loved it all before but doing it now…now it was something else entirely. It was like she was giving out ambrosia and he was a god on Mount Olympus, lucky enough to receive it anytime he wanted to. Two weekends ago when his parents had taken his boys, Rick had spent more than half that time with his face in between Michonne's luscious thighs. He'd noticed the change a few days earlier and by the weekend he was in heaven. She was thicker, creamier, sweeter, like sweet condensed milk or the syrup with fruit cocktail. He couldn't get enough.

'I'm not saying that I don't like waking up to a toe curling orgasm, because you know I do. But baby you have to let up for a day or so! My kitty is sore because you've spent the whole weekend down there. I'm surprised your face doesn't smell like me!' Michonne sniffed him and laughed. 'Actually it does! But seriously, I'm going to have to wear a chastity belt to bed from now on to keep from waking up with your face down there. At least for a few days if you can't keep away.'

Luckily she'd just meant to keep away with his mouth and his cock still had all the access it wanted to her wonder kitty. Hopefully access he would get once more tonight. This morning was just an appetizer and Rick wanted a full meal.

"I didn't even know that was a symptom. And it's that good huh?" Shane said drawing Rick put of his daydream.

"Huh?" Rick turned to Shane, who motioned down to his crotch. Once again thoughts of Michonne had caused Miles Grimes to wake up, making him to have to adjust his chub in his unforgiving work pants. "Yeah it's a symptom if the woman eats a healthy diet, according to some doctors online. And yeah it is that good."

"I'll have to keep an eye on Andrea then. You sure you're ready for all this? A teenager, a 4 year old, a baby and a sexy as fuck lawyer wife?"

Glancing out the windshield at the peaceful scene in front of him, the sheriff's deputy knew that he was getting ready to start probably the best chapter of his life. And he would have ample support from both sides of the family and many friends to help them if needed. "I'm ready Shane. I don't think I've been more ready for anythang in my life. And with Michonne by my side, we can do anythang. Let's go back to the station. I have stuff and thangs for the proposal to confirm."

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So how was it? Hope it was worth the wait. There is a lot less smut than I had in there. I moved it to the next chapter. Lol. Is anyone surprised that a new Grimes is on the way? How do you think Michonne is going to tell Rick? How is Rick going to propose? How are the families going to feel? How is Lori going to feel?

I have it all planned out and partially written. I have since I started the story actually. Lol.

Once again thank you to Irmise and RBGzmom for proofreading all those months ago. Lol. Thank you to Yelle, SBK and The WinterScorpion for dealing with my crazy. And to everyone else for sticking with me all these years plus the newbies to my story.

LONG LIVE RICHONNE!

XOXO Vegaslover