VII
Rick squeezed a sleeping Michonne to him before planting kisses down her shoulder. It was the next morning and he was happy to still be in her bed. Last night, they'd ate the rest of the food he'd brought to the room and talked while nearly consuming the second bottle of wine. He didn't want to be presumptuous and overstay his welcome, but when Michonne and him kissed again he hoped she wouldn't ask him to leave. So he had to step her back towards the bed for another round, after all they did have that last condom.
The current cuddle must have awakened Michonne, because she intertwined her fingers with his, sighing while their legs were tangled together. She pushed back into him as she stretched.
"You know we are all out of condoms, right? And we already risked it with the pull out method once."
Michonne giggled at the husky tone of his voice. "What? I was just stretching."
"No, you were grinding your delectable ass into my morning wood."
She chuckled and wiggled her ass again making Rick groan.
Michonne relished in the warmth of his body wrapped around her. It was comfortable and relaxing but then she remembered it was Monday. The long weekend was nearly over; her flight back home was that evening. Last night, she and Rick discussed her departure briefly before they ended up back in bed. But she didn't want to think about that right now, she just wanted to enjoy this. There was one last activity she wanted to do today which surprised him, mountain biking.
"We need to get ready to go biking."
Rick just pulled her in tighter, kissing her neck. "Or we could just stay in bed."
Michonne giggled and nearly gave in. "I really want to go biking and it's my last day here."
Rick sighed when that realization hit him then slowly released her. Michonne fought herself not to look back at him because she knew the distress it would bring up in both of them. Rick watched her get out of bed and head to the bathroom. He rolled onto his back rubbing his forehead. He'd not gotten to tell her how much he'd truly miss her once she returned to New York. He wanted so much more time with her but she had to get back.
He had a decision to make regarding his business and where he'd even be in the future. Here in Colorado or back in Georgia. He wasn't sure on whether it was fair for him to ask her to make this work if he wasn't even sure what path he'd choose yet.
Rick finally got up and slipped back into his clothes from yesterday. He could hear the shower turn on in the bathroom as he made his way over to the door. He softly knocked and Michonne pulled the door open.
"You're dressed? I was going to ask you to join me." Michonne sexily smirked.
"I would really love to, but you want to go biking. I need to get our bikes and gear. Catch a quick shower and check on some things. Raincheck?" he looked her nude body over reluctant to depart.
"Sure, raincheck. I'll meet you in the lobby in a little while."
"Okay."
Michonne slowly closed the bathroom door and Rick stood there for a minute. When would he get a chance to redeem that raincheck with her leaving? He sighed while running a hand through his hair before he left her room to head down to his place.
Michonne, Andrea and Yumiko stood in the lobby and watched most of the retreat guests rolling their suitcases for their early departures. During breakfast, Rosita and Siddiq thanked all their guests for another successful retreat and handed out information for the next event back there in a few months. The trio hugged and spoke to participants they had become surprisingly close with over the weekend.
Michonne was happy that they couldn't get an early flight out so she'd have time today with Rick. She was trying to just focus on her next escapade with him rather than the possibly of not seeing him again.
"Dale!" Andrea waved the man over after he appeared from down the lobby with a backpack and oddly enough a tool bag.
"Good Morning Ladies."
"Good Morning Dale." they all greeted him.
"I'm so glad I stopped here last night. That bed was so comfortable, I don't know how I plan on getting any rest on that old lumpy mattress in Winnie now." they all chuckled.
"I could ask Rick what brand they are, maybe they make a size that would fit the RV." Michonne suggested.
"You know you are right. I think it's time I upgrade her a bit, plus my old bones would definitely like that."
"Do you still plan on stopping in town?" Andrea asked Dale making the man redden. But he didn't answer even though Andrea eagerly grinned at him.
"What's happening in town?" Yumiko inquired looking between the two.
"Oh…oh nothing." Dale stammered, starting to gather his bags and pivot to walk away.
"It was lovely meeting you both." he said over his shoulder.
"I'm sure Natania would love to see you at the senior's mixer brunch before you leave. Her granddaughter, Cyndie said she'd be there when I spoke to her last night." Andrea followed him as he scrambled off.
Michonne and Yumiko turned to each other and giggled. "It seems love is in the air all around us."
"Love?" Michonne questioned her starry eyed friend.
"I'm just as shocked as you, Mich."
Before Michonne could even respond Magna slinked over in her open trench coat that exposed her taut stomach from her ever rising tank top. She wrapped her arms around Yumiko's waist and squeezed her making her smile.
"Hey Michonne, I just wanna say I'm sorry about stealing your friend this weekend. But I look forward to seeing you in New York when I come to visit."
"You don't have to apologize. Yumiko is the one that dropped me."
"What? You've been plenty occupied by the looks of it." Yumiko rebutted making them all snicker.
"Whatever."
"Well, we are going to enjoy my late check out, she's leaving in two hours." Yumiko took Magna's hand and the two grinned.
"Have fun." Michonne replied as she watched them walk away.
Just than Sasha came around the corner with Glenn following her, shuffling two suitcases and a large duffle bag on his shoulder. Michonne wanted to laugh at his struggle but she just smiled at how he clearly wanted to take care of his wife.
"Michonne, make sure you call me when you get home." Sasha embraced her tightly.
"Of course and I can't wait to visit you two in Michigan soon." they both smiled at Glenn's arrival after he deposited the bags near the front desk.
"Yeah, you have to come try my pizza. I swear to you it's better than New York's."
"I highly doubt that. We have the perfect water for pizza dough." Michonne teased him.
"Yeah, but you haven't seen what these hands can do to that dough." Glenn wiggled his fingers.
"That's right baby, those hands." Sasha pressed her body to his and they quickly eyed one another before kissing.
Michonne looked away from the amorous display to see Rick watching her from near the front door. She couldn't help the face splitting grin that spread when she looked at him. Her stomach flipped like she was a teenager and she was even happier for her melanin or her face would be bright red.
"We don't wanna hold you up." Glenn interrupted her and Rick's silent link, making Michonne and Sasha laugh at the expression, he must have learned from his wife. He quickly hugged her before Sasha embraced her again whispering in her ear.
"It's gonna work out for you, I just know it."
Michonne nervously smiled before she walked over to meet Rick. He was thanking guests as they departed for their waiting taxis to the airport.
"Ready?" she giggled while looking at his attire.
"What? You wanted to bike." he looked down at the black spandex bike shorts that he wore with matching black sneakers and a track jacket.
"And you are definitely ready to bike." she snickered and he rolled his eyes before she leaned in close. "It's a good thing you have an amazing ass."
Rick smirked as she walked her legging clad ass down the stairs to the bicycles that leaned against the outside of the staircase. She put on the fingerless gloves that sat in the helmet that hung on the handrails. After, she grabbed the helmet itself and put it on to cover her cropped haircut. Rick came over to tighten it for her before she could.
"Thank you." she smiled at him.
"No problem." once he was finished, he quickly pecked her lips before going to retrieve his own helmet and gloves.
That seemingly mundane action made Michonne's heart flutter and she quickly looked around to see no one around them had noticed. By time she gathered herself, Rick had already mounted his bike and was waiting for her. So she swiftly clambered onto her bike and immediately began to pedal towards the path.
"Michonne! You wanna wait for me!" she could hear him call out to her as she stood to pump, gaining speed and distance on him.
Rick caught up and rode next to her, now understanding her hasty departure. He knew his impromptu yet public kiss must have made her apprehensive, but he didn't want to hide what he felt for her on today of all days. She'd be leaving in a matter of hours and they hadn't discussed the possibility of this being more than just a weekend fling. But he wanted her to process whatever she was feeling so he just rode along with her.
They used the energy that should've been reserved for a discussion, on pushing their bodies up the steep hills ahead. Rick was pleasantly surprised by her riding ability, which shouldn't have shocked him in the least from what he knew of her in just this short time. But they pressed on with just the sounds of their deep breaths washing out all the echoes of nature.
Rick squinted from the sun and he had to admit he was a bit disappointed. He thought this would be a leisurely ride that would have allowed them time to talk things out. At the same time, he was sort of nervous to push too hard and make her run away. So he decided to follow her lead for a while, figuring she needed to organize her thoughts.
When Michonne got to an area that she knew she wouldn't be able to bike up, she jumped off and pushed her bike up to a smooth plateau. She grabbed the bottle that Rick had smartly equipped and chugged some water. She looked out over the plains, watching the sun beam on the red toned terrain and caught her breath.
"Are we gonna talk or are you gonna ride further up the path to avoid this?" Rick asked while he still straddled his bike.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" she feigned innocence before drinking more water.
Rick climbed off his bike and put the kickstand up. He removed his helmet and ran his fingers through his hair. He suddenly became uneasy to have the conversation that he was impatient for. What if she had been avoiding it because she didn't want to continue? That idea unnerved him so he went back to his bike and took his water bottle out for a drink.
Michonne read the unease on his face and she was now upset with herself for making him feel that way. She knew they couldn't put this off any longer.
"They say long distance never works."
Rick looked over at her as she rubbed her arms protectively. "So you think we shouldn't even try?"
"You don't even know where you will be yet, here or in Georgia."
"You are about to start a new business and who knows where that will take you, so what?"
Michonne put her kickstand down, took off her helmet and walked over to him, worry in her eyes as she bit her lip.
"What if this works now, while I'm on vacation but not back in the real world?"
"I think it can and it will if we are honest with how we really feel. This isn't just some fling for me, I don't know what it is for-"
Michonne immediately jumped in to dissuade any doubts he had. "It's not for me either."
Rick chortled with relief and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her. They remained like that for a while just relishing in the comfort of each other's arms. Finally, knowing that they both felt the undeniable connection. Rick pulled back to rest his forehead against hers as the cool mountain air circled them. Michonne eventually caressed his chest and they locked eyes before she muttered.
"What if we take a short break to figure things out?"
"I don't want to take a break." Rick countered, his eyes pleading.
"Hear me out, I get my business up and running, and you figure out what you will do with the lodge. Once we know what the future holds for us then we make a decision."
Rick exhaled deeply, knowing what she proposed made sense. They were both on the verge of major life changes and trying to build a relationship in the middle of all of that could be disastrous.
"Not a break…a pause." Rick bargained.
"Glenn and Sasha-" Michonne started before Rick snickered, making her look at him oddly.
"It's just good to know I wasn't the only one everyone was giving advice to."
Michonne giggled. "You thought it was only you? Oh, no from day two here in Colorado, everyone's been in my business."
"Our business." Rick smiled at her. "So we figure out our own situations and then we move forward from there."
Michonne only nodded while watching his face as he considered this option.
But Rick shifted the conversation abruptly. "Think we should head back?"
"Sure..." she responded a bit confused.
They both walked back to their respective bicycles, put their helmets back in place and climbed on. This time Rick took the lead, even though he'd miss the view of her plump ass from behind but Michonne happily followed. The path back down contained more drops than the one heading up and Rick advised her before they went down each to make sure she was comfortable. They rode for a while until the lodge finally came back into sight.
On the last decline, Michonne took note that the dirt ahead was littered with large rocky slats that made her vigilant. Her front tire suddenly stilled and her only option was to skid to the side to avoid being flipped over the handrails. But she was unable to get her foot off the pedal to keep her balance as the bike tipped and her knee made contact with the gravel when she fell. Rick quickly slowed his bike to jump off before it had completely stopped then ran to Michonne, pulling the bike off of her.
"Are you okay? I knew we should have walked it for this part." he squatted beside her as she examined her hand that braced her impact.
"Hey, I just skinned my knee. I'll be fine." she tried to stop him from fretting but he persisted.
"You're bleeding." he gently lifted her leg.
"Rick, I'm fine. My pants are another story." she chuckled at the tear that exposed the small scrapes to her skin.
"We've gotta get that cleaned up."
Before Michonne could further protest, Rick scooped one arm under her knees and the other held her back then he stood, surprising her. She wrapped her arms around his neck in wonder and fright.
Rick read the expression on her face. "We aren't far from the lodge and I've picked you up before."
They both smirked at his cockiness. "But the bikes…"
"The bikes are fine, you're the one bleeding. I'll send someone up to get them later."
Rick began his descend down the dusty path back to the resort with Michonne cradled in his arms. She tried to focus on the way ahead but she couldn't help but to catch quick peeks at his handsome face under the helmet. She also noticed how relaxed she was, after the initial shock of being hoisted up she was quite comfortable now in his strong arms.
They approached the entrance to the lodge and it was quiet as most of the guests had probably departed already. Rick chivalrously carried her up the steps and in the front doors.
"Oh lord, what happened?" Tammy Rose asked as she came from behind the counter.
"I just skinned my knee but Rick insisted on carrying me."
"Oh he did, did he?" Tammy was too tickled at the knight in shining armor deed.
Michonne tried to get down but Rick started to walk past the front desk.
"I'll get the first aid kit!"
"It's fine, I'll just take her to my place and clean her up there. I have plenty of stuff from Carl's constant mishaps."
"You won't hear another word out of me." a huge smile was on the managers face.
"You think I actually believe that?" Rick sighed and proceeded down the employee only hall, hearing her snickering behind them.
Michonne just took everything in while he brought her through an area of the resort guests didn't get to see. He came to a door and stopped.
"My keys are in my jacket pocket, are you okay to stand for a second?"
"Of course."
Rick gently put her on the mat and she had no problem standing, even though the cut was beginning to sting increasingly. Once he unlocked the door, he scooped her back up taking her inside. He kicked the door closed and carried her to the kitchen. He sat her on the counter and detached both their helmets, placing them to the side. He removed his jacket then fished under the sink for a large white first aid kit, popping it open and grabbing supplies.
Michonne took her jacket off, laying it next to her while she smiled, watching him prepare too many items for a simple scraped knee. After Rick washed his hands, she giggled when he finally realized the issue he would have.
He scratched his head. "We are gonna need to take your pants off."
"You've seen me naked enough, so what's one more time?" Michonne realized the mistake in her phrase and tried to clean it up. "I'm actually wearing panties."
She kicked off her sneakers then raised to slide her leggings from under her butt and Rick carefully pulled them down her legs. He tossed them on a kitchen chair and winced at the abrasions, now plainly visible. He grabbed a bottle of water, mild hand soap and a towel, before looking at her.
"This may sting a little bit."
"Okay." Michonne reassured him.
He slowly poured the water over her knee and glanced at her face for signs of discomfort before applying a small amount of soap. She grimaced slightly then he rinsed again to clean up the blood and any dirt or bacteria that may have been introduced.
Michonne had to admit she liked the way he was taking care of her. She hadn't had that in so long because she never let her guard down to let anyone in except her friends anymore. He was so tender with his care when he applied ointment and a too large bandage, which made her smile even brighter. Rick stood up straight and tidied up the counter, putting the kit away before admiring his handiwork.
"I'm going to need pants, if I'm going to get back to my room." she swung her legs.
Rick chuckled and thought. "I think I have a pair of sweats with a drawstring you can tighten."
"Or you could get me another pair of those fetching bike shorts." Michonne teased and he sarcastically laughed before headed down the hallway.
"Gimme a minute, they have to be here somewhere!" Rick shouted from somewhere unseen to her.
Michonne sat on the counter looking around at the surprisingly nice accommodations; she wasn't sure what she expected but this wasn't it. His attached home was an actual house that was pleasantly decorated in a modern style. Not the country aesthetic she assumed it would be until something caught her eye. She quickly hopped down and went into the living room. Pictures of Rick, Carl and a woman she guessed to be his deceased wife sat on the mantel and end table. They looked so joyful with their baby boy in their arms and she couldn't help but smile. The Grimes boys deserved that happiness to light their lives once more. She wasn't sure of whether she could play a role in that bliss for them long term so she exhaled and went to the object of her snooping.
A cowboy hat.
She picked up the brown hat from the basket it sat in and examined the gold hatband around it's crown. There was a small hole for where she assumed his old Sheriff badge would've clipped in and a small chunk missing from the brim. Michonne couldn't resist the urge to put on the slightly tattered item. The smell of Rick wafted down from it making her grin.
Rick came back to find Michonne looking around his place with his old Sheriff's hat on. Carl sometimes used the hat for make believe and must have forgotten it there. While Rick silently observed the feel of Michonne in his space, it was blossoming a new life to it that had been gone for quite a while. He hadn't even noticed his home was missing until she was filling it just now.
"So you're just going through my things now?"
Michonne just shrugged, not startled at all. "Mat said welcome."
He snickered as he walked over with the pants in his hand. "I have to admit, you here in just your panties and t-shirt, is doing things to me."
"Is the hat helping?"
"Naw, not the hat." they both laughed.
"Yeah, you should probably save it for Carl when he gets a bit older. I'm sure he would appreciate it then."
"He thinks it a toy now, you think he'll have a change of heart?"
"Definitely." she grinned at him adoringly.
Rick went to her, sliding the hat off her head and leaned in to kiss her lips. Michonne responded in kind, running her fingers through his hair as they softly pecked. He threw the hat and pants on the couch before reaching down lifting her legs up to wrap around his waist.
Michonne pulled back to look in his eyes. "Rick, we haven't made any decisions yet."
"I know, but let's just enjoy this moment, right now."
"Okay."
She hung on as he took her down the hall to his bedroom. Rick gently sat her on the end of his bed before pulling his t-shirt off, tossing it to the floor. While he yanked off his compression shorts, Michonne made quick work of her t-shirt then unhooked her bra. She scooted back on the bed as her pulse raced from the way Rick observed her body. He was slowly taking her in as though he was committing every inch of her to memory.
Rick was throbbing to enter her slick walls but he wanted to take his time and really savor this. He finally got on the bed, climbing between her open legs and leaned over her quivering body. His penetrating gaze had two effects on Michonne, making her restless and lustful, she rose to kiss his lips to escape. He was eager to comply, kissing her back while he lowered his body onto hers. She welcomed the feel of his weight pressed against her, reminding her of what she'd soon miss. Each time they unwillingly broke for air they'd lock eyes before diving back in.
Their hands continued to slowly roam the others body, answering the unspoken call to be felt. Her nipples tightening with each of his caresses, his cock stiffening more from her grasps. Michonne's gasp and arch of her back made them halt the kiss as Rick slid his hand into her wet panties. He took in the look of ecstasy on her face when his fingers inserted into her. Circling of her waist made his digits go deeper, coating them in her cream.
He rapidly flicked his thumb against her clit making her cry out. Michonne held his wrist, letting him know she was close. Rick followed her direction, keeping up his maneuvers while licking her neck until she exploded. He greedily kissed the moans from her lips as she came down.
Michonne relaxed the grip she had on him allowing him to retrieve a condom from his nightstand. He rolled it on while she swiftly shimmied out of her panties. She sat up to place kisses and licks to his chest, shoulders and neck before pulling him back down with her. Feverish kisses accompanied the rising of her legs, so his stiff member landed perfectly at the entrance of her heat.
Rick thrust inside her fully but they didn't disrupt the kiss, they just whimpered into the others mouth. They both knew as their bodies connected that this time was different. A level of communication they were both too scared to admit was occurring. Hands rubbing and stroking skin. Tongues and lips dancing, yes, but also souls seemingly attaching.
Each of Rick's plunges was met with a squeeze. Michonne's pulses met with a powerful piercing to her core. They both wished this could go on forever but the inevitable was coming in more than one way. She felt the pressure uncontrollably building and she threaded her fingers in his curls. His body trembled while he fought to hold out longer. Then suddenly Michonne dug her nails into his back, shocking and thrilling him.
"Rick!" Michonne moaned as her intense climax made her body shake uncontrollably.
"Chonne."
Her name coming out muffled against her neck as he fought through his orgasm to continue to plummet into her. When she massaged his back, especially where she had dug in, he spasmed more. His eyes remained squeezed shut while she peppered his jaw and chin with light kisses. Finally, Rick gained control but he remained inside of Michonne, locking eyes with her again. She tried to lean up to reach his lips but he pulled back not allowing her to break the connection this time.
Emotion was building that Michonne wanted to evade, but he wouldn't let her. She relaxed then reached up to caress his beard covered cheek. Rick closed his eyes leaning into her touch, sighing. She slid her other hand into his hair and pulled him into another languid kiss that he welcomed.
Michonne first felt the small vibration from her Apple watch before the chime went off. They both exhaled when she looked at the face, already knowing it was the alarm she set to prepare for her departure. She couldn't believe their time was nearly up as she silenced it.
"I should get back to my room and get my bags. I'm supposed to meet my girls in the lobby for our scheduled ride to the airport."
They both exhaled deeply. "I'll come with you, help with the bags."
"That would be nice since you don't have a bellhop."
Rick chuckled and tickled her side making her giggle, before gently pulling out. As she stretched, he looked at his watch remembering it was nearly time for the school bus to drop Carl home. He got up to grab a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt to throw on. Michonne followed suit and put on her bra, t-shirt and panties. They both went to the living room to grab the pants that she quickly put on before gathering the rest of her belongings. Rick got her a few extra bandages as well.
After, they left his place and journeyed through the hotel to her room. "I have to admit these sweatpants are pretty comfy."
"You should hold on to them." he offered.
"Really?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Really." Rick grinned at her.
"Okay, I'm going to jump in the shower really quickly."
"No, problem. I'll take these bags down, if Andrea and Yumiko are down there I'll let them know you'll be down shortly."
"Thank you."
Michonne went in the bathroom and Rick exhaled at the closed door before picking up her weekend bag. He rolled her suitcase out into the hall and down to the lobby just as the school bus was pulling up.
"Dad!" Carl excitedly yelled as he ran up the steps. Rick waved at the bus driver through the sliding doors before his son walked inside.
"How was school?"
"It was cool and I finished all my homework in afterschool."
"That's great." Rick pretended to be annoyed and Carl laughed.
"Hi Barbara!" Carl exclaimed.
"Hi Carl."
"Hey, Barb, where's Tammy?" Rick inquired.
"Somewhere complaining to the chef or Earl probably." They all snickered at her probably correct assessment.
"Michonne!" Carl shouted and zipped across the lobby to greet her as she came around the corner.
"Hey Carl!"
She was accompanied by her friends struggling with their bags. So Rick quickly went over to assist them, his son grabbed a rolling suitcase from Yumiko wanting to help also. Once they got everything near the front doors, Michonne tucked away her small toiletry bag into her luggage before turning to Carl.
"How was the sleepover?"
"It was awesome, Carol and Tobin let Sophia and me eat so much pizza then we had fresh baked cookies. You missed it."
"I did."
"Well, next time you come to visit we have to get you some cookies. My dad happens to knows the cookie maker."
"Is that right?" Michonne and Rick smiled at each other.
"Yep! Hey…my dad has Georgia Bulldogs sweatpants just like that."
Carl pointed at Michonne's attire and Yumiko and Andrea chuckled while Rick and Michonne flushed. But they were saved from an unnecessary conversation when the town car pulled up in front.
"That's our car." Yumiko announced as the driver got out and she waved at him.
The man came to assist them all in bringing the bags out to the car. Andrea and Yumiko quickly came over to Rick in between all the action, to hesitate on handshakes before deciding to just hug him. Carl chatted with the driver and the ladies went down to hug the boy too allowing Rick and Michonne a moment.
"We have a plan." Rick confirmed.
"That we do."
They both nervously stumbled over their words, looking at the darkening evening sky.
"You don't want to miss your flight." Rick scratched his head.
"Right."
"Let me know when you land."
"I will."
Carl skipped over to stand in front of his father and Michonne kneeled on her good knee.
"It was great meeting you, Carl."
"You too, Michonne. Thank you for the slush puppie and rescuing me." the boys face lit up before he hugged her.
Michonne squeezed him tightly before releasing him to stand up. Carl went to stand on the top step, seemingly understanding his father needed a minute with the woman that had changed his father's disposition this weekend. Michonne noticed Andrea and Yumiko had already gotten in the vehicle along with the driver and they were patiently waiting on her.
Rick walked her to the car and pulled her into an embrace inhaling the sweet scent of her hair products. They held on for a minute unwilling to let the other go. Rick slowly released her and helped her climb in the already opened the door. Michonne watched as he started to close the door and changed his mind.
He leaned in, ignoring their company and went to peck her lips. Michonne threw caution to the wind and weaved her fingers in his hair before pulling him into a sensual kiss. A few indulgent brushes of their lips ended the link then Rick ducked his head out and carefully closed the door.
Michonne rolled down the window to see him return to stand on the bottom step so he was besides his son.
"Are we ready to go ladies?" the driver asked.
Her friends looked to her and she nodded.
"Are you sure, Michie?" Andrea asked her from the front passenger seat.
"Yeah, what other choice do I have?" Michonne whispered and shrugged before the driver began to pull off.
Andrea and Yumiko sighed as they quickly regarded each other. Michonne looked to see both the Grimes boys waved as the car pulled off. She quickly put a hand out the window to wave back to them as the car drove up the path to exit the ranch. She couldn't help but to stare through the rear window, seeing Carl and Rick continued to watch her departure. The turn towards the end of the property ceased her ability to see them anymore, so she turned around.
Her friends didn't quite know what to say to comfort her but then to just be here for her. Yumiko reached over to hold her hand and Andrea added hers on top. Michonne mouthed 'thank you' to them before she turned to her window. A single tear rolled down her cheek but she quickly dashed it away to absently stare out at the landscape passing her by. Another tear flowed down her face, but she didn't bother to wipe that one away.
A/N***~~~ Sorry, it took so long to get this chapter up. But I'm working on the next two chapters as we speak, so you won't have to wait long for the rest of this story. I promise
So many other ideas pop in my head at once and I need to get them down before I lose it. Which slows me down on current stories, le sigh *chuckle* But at least that means more Richonne to come!
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