1. A Little Bit Yours by JP Saxe

AN: I'm trying something new. This Richonne series will be short fics inspired by songs. This story has been blocking me, so I had to write it down.

You found someone new before me

And you didn't try nearly as hard

And maybe that's the problem

I don't know how to take it away from you

Without giving someone else my heart

Rick sat on the side of his bed and ended the call and immediately got dressed. He dialled his wife's personal number which rang and went to voicemail. He tried her work cell because as a defence attorney, her phone was always on except for whenever she appeared in court, so he sent her a text and called her, then he tried the house line but to no avail. He checked the time. It was just after midnight and wondered where the hell she was so he tracked her phone. It appeared she was home but he failed to understand why she hadn't answered.

Minutes later, he walked down the hall and woke the twins, RJ and Andre.

"Dadddddy?" Andre and RJ questioned groggily.

"Sorry, boys, I have to take you home because daddy has to go to work. Come on, RJ, get up!" Rick added urgently, to the elder of his boys who took after their mother who hated to be roused so he pulled the covers over his head. Rick pulled his covers away, "Come on, son, give your dad a break, huh? Here, put on your shoes."

"But, Dad, we're in our pj's."

"It's okay, Andre, you're both going straight back to bed when we get there.

During the fifteen-minute drive to Michonne's, Rick tried calling her numbers but the result was the same. He contemplated a last-minute call to his mother-in-law but scrapped the idea because Michonne's phone still appeared to be home. He started to worry that perhaps something was wrong or perhaps she took a sleeping pill to catch up on some much-needed rest.

After pulling into the driveway, he parked the vehicle and removed the boys from their booster seats and walked to the front door.

Rick unlocked the front door and punched in the alarm code while his sons straggled in behind him and headed down the hallway towards their mother's bedroom. They were midway down the hall when they heard strange noises coming from their mother's room and turned back towards the foyer to meet their father.

"Daddy, what's that noise? Is mommy okay?" RJ asked.

Rick listened carefully, his jaw locked. His face hardened and his carotid pulse throbbed angrily. He knew exactly what the sounds meant. They were distinct and they came from the master bedroom on the main level. There was no car in the driveway which would have alerted him to the presence of an overnight guest. His heart tightened and he felt a surge of anger.

All I do is get over you

And I'm still so bad at it

I let myself want you

I let myself try

I let myself fall back into your eyes

I let myself want you

I let myself hope

I let myself feel things I know that you don't

"Mommy's having a nightmare." He lied. "Come on, boys. I'll put you both to bed and then I'll check on mommy, okay?"

"Okay," the boys eagerly agreed, ascending the stairs to their rooms.

...

"Daddy, do we get another story?" Andre asked as he crawled into bed.

"No, son. Daddy has to get to the hospital, but I'll read you an extra story tomorrow night. Okay?"

"Promise?"

"Always, son."

"But, Daddy, you said you'd check on mommy." RJ reminds his father.

"I will, son. But after that, I have to go." Rick replied, kissing RJ and tucking him into bed then crossed the hallway into the adjoining blue and white room decorated with sports decor. Rick kissed Andre and tucked him in. In each room, he turned on the nightlight and exited closing the door behind him.

…

Michonne's moans grew louder as Rick approached what was once their former bedroom. And with each step he took, the ire within him increased. He was pissed. But what concerned him was the fact there was no car outside which meant the visitor was not only occupying his bed and fucking his wife, but he was also parked in his garage spot, a situation which didn't sit well with him. He didn't even know she was seeing anyone.

Rick unlocked the bedroom door and heard the soft sultry music playing in the background of his wife's moaning. The lamps were covered with pink scarves which softened the light and candles were placed strategically about the room.

Immediately, he knew the fucker between his wife's legs was none other than her co-worker. He never liked the fucker and obviously, his intuition was right on the money.

Rick's fury rose when he saw the rich mahogany nakedness of his wife's body exposed to another man. The platinum band on his left ring finger seared his skin when he saw Michonne's shapely toned legs resting on the man's pasty shoulders with his head buried between her legs eating his honeypot. Michonne moaned with closed eyes, one hand fondled her pert breasts the other played in the man's curls and held his head in place while her body writhes beneath his mouth.

Rick was tempted to rip the asshole's head away from her but fear kept him grounded because he feared he might just kill the damn fool. Disgusted at the display before him, he flipped on the light and screamed, "What the fuck is this?"

Michonne's eyes flew open as Rick's presence in their former bedroom registered. "Rick, get out!" she screamed.

At the sound of Rick's voice, Michonne's lover's head popped up from between her legs. The man's shocked hazel eyes locked onto a man who looked like he had nothing to lose. A man, who instead of remaining in the doorway walked towards the bed in an aggressive manner, the action itself caused his rock hard cock to wilt and shrivel as if he'd been doused with a bucket of cold water.

Two shocked pairs of eyes stared back at Rick and he realized he had been mistaken, it wasn't her colleague. How fucking long had she been seeing this loser? he wondered. Long enough to be fucking her you damn fool.

A shocked Michonne pulled the red silk sheets across her body and screamed, "Rick, what the hell is wrong with you? What are you doing here—we're divorced, remember?"

"We're not divorced, Michonne," he replied, gruffly and glared at his wife's lover.

"That's because you refused to sign the damn papers, Rick," Michonne countered, annoyed at his presence.

Her naked lover suddenly seized the moment while the angry man's attention was otherwise diverted to gather his belongings from the floor, covered his privates and discreetly disappeared into the master bathroom.

"Who the hell is he?" Rick asked as he watched the man's figure retreat to the safety of the master bathroom.

Michonne ignored him. She stood tall and squared her shoulders as his stern-looking face glared back at her with cold angry eyes. "What exactly are you doing here?" She asked, frustrated at the interruption.

"While you were busy getting your groove back—".

"Fuck you!"

"As I was saying, there was an explosion in town. I was called in so I have to go to work. Mom left yesterday and the Greene girls are out of town—I tried calling, texting—."

Michonne ignored his rant and quickly retrieved her robe from nearby and managed to slip it on and tied the sash around her waist. She retrieved a scrunchie from her vanity and tied her shoulder-length pressed black hair into a ponytail.

Rick was hurt and angry but despite the circumstances, he still found her beauty enthralling. He knew she was pissed and she was even more beautiful when she was angry. There was something about the intensity of her dark chocolate eyes and unsmiling heart-shaped lips that made him want to fuck her until he put a smile on her face and God, then it was like looking into the sun. Her smiles always made him felt like he was on top of the world and he could do no wrong. He hated that another man got to touch any part of her the way he did. He had half a mind to drag the inept fool from the bathroom and teach him a lesson about coveting another man's wife. He never expected her to move on so quickly. He had hoped that she'd come around, but he was a fool.

"Where are you going?" he asked as Michonne walked toward the bedroom door.

Michonne looked at him confused, "You've got to be kidding right? You barged into my house in the middle of the night not just to interrupt my evening. I presume the reason you're here is because our children need my attention."

"They're already in bed. I didn't want them smelling another man on you." He added, the hurt in his voice palpable. Does it plan on getting the hell out of here?" He asked, hooking his thumb backwards over his shoulder, referring to the man who disappeared in the bathroom minutes earlier.

"Rick you don't live here anymore. You have the keys for our boys' welfare because there are times I need you to be here for them. It's a privilege, but it does not give you the right to police my private life. "I'm not yours! Are we clear? Now, don't you have somewhere to be? You know your way out—by the way, next time ring the damn doorbell."

"And I'm sure you would have heard it," he muttered under his breath as Michonne held the door open for him to leave. "Do you have to drive him home to his mama too?"

"Get out!" she replied and clicked the door shut behind him. Michonne sighed because her ex-husband was frustrating as hell. She had never encountered another person who infuriated her as much as he did.

…

Michonne turned to hear the bathroom door open. She inhaled deeply and exhaled then held her hand up to stop whatever her lover had to say. "I need you to leave, the night's ruined. Call me when you get back."

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