A/N: Hello there! Happy New Year! It's been a minute. Sorry about that. I hope everyone is still interested in seeing how this story plays out! We are almost at the end. There are two more chapters to go. This one is a bit fluffy. I hope you enjoy! PLEASE REVIEW! It's the only way us writers know you're still interested. I don't care if it's one word, lol. It really does make my day to read your thoughts and have you invested in these characters! Okay, let's check in…
Chapter 13: The Quiet
Three Months Later…
"Thank you, Officer Williams. I appreciate you updating me. We'll let you know if anything comes up," Michonne stated before disconnecting her call.
Rick glanced over to her in the passenger seat of his truck, curious as to what information Sasha had divulged. "What did she say?"
"Elaina is getting released from the treatment facility. Apparently, former Detective Jones updated his old colleagues at the station," she responded.
"That was good of him," he replied sarcastically, drawing his attention back to the road. "Did she have any information on Elaina's condition?"
"Not really, but she doesn't think we have anything to worry about. Elaina is going to stay with her aunt in Atlanta for a little while. I'm guessing she's okay if they're releasing her."
Rick nodded in agreement. "I suppose you're right but we both know treatment is ongoing. Hopefully, she'll attend some outpatient therapy."
"Speaking of…how are your sessions going with Dr. Cloyd? You never talk about them," Michonne queried.
Rick exhaled, "Um, you know…they're going okay. I just don't like bringing that stuff up. I don't want you thinking about me in that way anymore."
Michonne reached over and grabbed his free hand. "Baby…are you serious? I'm so proud of you for getting better. There is nothing that would make me think less of you," she ensured him. "You don't know that by now? Even after everything that's happened, I'm still with you."
He nodded appreciatively. "I know…and I'm grateful. I can be a handful," he joked, winking at her.
"You're right about that," she teased. "Plus, you have a bit of a mean streak. I was for sure you didn't want anything to do with me when we first met."
He glanced at her skeptically. "Are you kidding me? I was intimidated. If I'm being honest, you took my breath away from the moment I handed you that toothpaste," he said sincerely.
"Really?" she asked, feeling her heart flutter.
"Really," he confirmed.
He smiled at her and squeezed her hand. "Have I ever told you that I love you, Michonne Jameson?"
"Only every day , Rick Grimes," she smiled.
Fifteen minutes later, Michonne and Rick entered the high school auditorium and scanned the large crowd, hoping to find a couple of empty seats.
Despite being an hour early for the graduation ceremony, the place was already packed with proud family members, teachers, and administrators. They could see the group of graduates filling up the first two rows of seats, caps worn proudly and faces full of hope as they concluded their high school careers and got ready to embark on the next steps in their journey. Michonne spotted Tameka and waved at the young woman as she was greeted with her bright smile.
"Over here, sweetheart" Rick said, leading Michonne toward a pair of empty seats near the stage. "We're in luck, these two must have been hidden by the crowd."
"Good, this view is perfect," Michonne replied.
"Hey, Michonne…glad you could make it," Tim called from the end of the aisle.
"Hi…of course, I wouldn't miss it," she responded, stepping over a few guests to greet her friend.
Tim gave Michonne a sweet hug, wrapping his arms around her very noticeable baby bump, then nodded at Rick who remained seated.
"Come find me after the ceremony so we can finish going over the details for today," Tim murmured to Michonne.
Rick looked on as his love interacted with the former target of his fury. It was the first time he'd seen the young man since they met that day in the diner. He tensed a little, watching as Tim embraced Michonne and whispered in her ear. He had put his hatred behind him, but he couldn't help but be slightly uncomfortable with Michonne and Tim's friendship. Yes, he had encouraged her to continue working with the church youth group, however, her being close with the man who was responsible for his daughter's death was a different story. It was a hard pill to swallow but he would never dictate how Michonne lived her life and who she chose to be friends with, so he swallowed his discomfort and said nothing.
Still, it didn't stop his curiosity from getting the best of him. He stood to help Michonne back to her seat and asked, "What was that all about?"
Michonne sighed, knowing how he felt about her and Tim's friendship. "He just wants to talk later about what we're going to do for Tameka. We'd still like to do something nice after the ceremony, even though her mother won't be able to join us."
Rick nodded, rubbing her arm. "I'm sorry," he apologized, realizing she sensed his irritation.
"Don't be," she smiled, offering him a chaste kiss.
A short while later, the ceremony concluded. Michonne met Tim on the lawn, while Rick waited in his truck.
"I can't believe Delilah had to miss her own daughter's graduation!" Michonne asserted. "Tameka must be heartbroken."
"Unfortunately, it couldn't be helped. She needed to leave immediately to see after her uncle. He has no other family to help him," Tim replied.
"Did she indicate how long she'll be in Arkansas?"
"A month, maybe longer. I say we scrap the graduation party for now and just do a small dinner today. We can plan the party for August. Delilah should be back by then," Tim suggested.
Michonne thought for a moment, twisting a few locs around her finger. "Well, Tameka doesn't know what we were planning, so I guess it's okay to hold off. Will you call everyone and let them know? I'll go grab her and let her know we're treating her to dinner."
"Sure thing," Tim replied. "It will be fine. We'll just wait a little longer for the big celebration."
They shared a smile before parting to complete their respective duties.
"So, change of plans," Michonne said, climbing up into Rick's truck. "Tim suggested a small dinner today and we do the party in August."
Rick looked apprehensive. "When you say 'small', what exactly do you mean?"
"Well…just the four of us," Michonne answered cautiously.
"Michonne…" Rick protested.
"Do you not want to come?" she asked.
"Not really…it just seems like it would be awkward. You go ahead. I'll see you when you get home," he replied, leaning over and kissing her cheek.
Michonne smiled weakly. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm positive. Have a good time," he answered, smooching her once more.
Michonne reluctantly agreed, feeling somewhat guilty for putting Rick in the position of having to interact with Tim. He'd forgiven the young man but wasn't ready to break bread with him anytime soon. She understood that, although she wished things were different.
"Okay, I won't be long," she stated, grabbing his hand, and kissing his knuckles.
"Michonne, thanks for coming!" Tameka exclaimed interrupting their exchange.
Michonne exited the truck and gave the teenager a big hug. "Of course, sweetie. I'm so proud of you!"
"Congratulations," Rick offered. "Graduating high school is just the first step to bigger and better things. I hear you're off to Columbia, that's quite impressive," he smiled.
Tameka grinned bashfully. "Thank you, Rick. I'm excited but a little nervous. I've never been away from home before."
"You'll be fine, sweetie." Michonne reassured her. "I was nervous when I first left home as well, but it worked out great. I loved traveling and getting to experience new things. This will be good for you, trust me. You can always call me if you need advice or anything."
"Thanks, Michonne. I appreciate that. I'll definitely be bugging you," Tameka smiled.
"You wouldn't be bugging me at all. I'm going to miss you," Michonne said, kissing the young woman's cheek.
"Michonne is right, anything you need, just give us a call," Rick added.
"Well, you're going to have your hands full soon with a little one, Tameka gestured to Michonne's belly. I'll try not to call too much."
Rick and Michonne exchanged a smile, both thinking about how busy they would be in the next few months.
"It's fine, really," Michonne insisted. "In the meantime, Tim and I want to take you out to celebrate. How about dinner at Luciano's? I know you love Italian."
"Yes, that sounds nice. Thank you. It certainly beats going home to an empty house," Tameka responded somberly.
"Ok, great! Rick has something to take care of, so it will just be you, me, and Tim," Michonne informed her, grasping her arm.
"Okay, see you Rick," Tameka smiled.
"Congrats again. I'll see you at home later, baby," he commented to Michonne.
"See you later, handsome," Michonne waved before taking Tameka to find Tim.
The next morning…
Michonne lay in the hospital bed, cradling the tiny baby to her bosom. She rubbed the baby's fine hair and smiled lovingly.
"Mama," can I hold the baby?" Kyle gleefully asked, hopping up and down near the bed.
"I wanna hold the baby first," Kaley whined. "I'm the oldest, so it's my turn!"
Michonne glanced over to Rick as he stood beside her and gently kissed the baby's forehead.
"Hold on, children. Let the baby rest. They'll be plenty of time for cuddling when we get home," he quieted them.
"Okay, but I'm holding the baby first when we get home, then it's your turn, Kyle," Kaley smiled, her big green eyes twinkling.
"You both are on big sister and big brother duty when we get home," Michonne beamed.
"I'm good with that," Kyle stated matter-of-factly, earning him a chuckle from each of them.
Rick came around and ruffled the boy's wild curls. "Good boy," he stated, scooping him up.
He looked at his family with a big smile plastered across his handsome face.
"Michonne, I am forever grateful. You've given me back my family," he remarked appreciatively.
"And you've given me back mine," she smiled adoringly, allowing her happiness to uplift her.
Michonne sat up in bed and stretched, taking a moment to reflect on her dream. It gave her a sense of comfort, effectively chipping away at the last bit of guilt she'd been feeling about having another child.
Over the past few months, she had made progress in shedding her fear about becoming a mother again. It wasn't easy, but through several late-night conversations with her mother and a few with her therapist, she was able to work through her concerns and fully embrace the unforeseen blessing of a new baby.
She got out of bed and traipsed into the kitchen, immediately greeted by the sweet aroma of cinnamon rolls and freshly brewed coffee. Rick was standing at the counter, spreading icing over the delectably sweet buns. She stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shirtless back.
"Good morning gorgeous," he smiled, looking over his shoulder before continuing with his task.
"Good morning, love. Today is the big day," she kissed him gently between his shoulder blades.
"It is," he replied, smiling widely, excited about seeing their growing baby.
She released her hold on him and stood next to him, lowering her face to inhale the smell of cinnamon.
"We get to find out what we're having," she said, dipping her finger into the frosting and licking it from her finger.
Rick's gaze instantly fell to her plush lips, getting far too turned on from the simple act, causing him to run his tongue across his own lips.
"If you keep doing that, we may not make it to the appointment," he grinned cheekily, pulling her into his arms.
"Shut up," she smiled, kissing him softly. "There is no way we're missing this appointment…buutt," she drew out the word, "we can certainly pick this up later."
She ran her thumb over his bottom lip and he promptly bit it, eliciting a giggle from her.
"I've been thinking," he said, reaching over her to grab plates from the cupboard. "Maybe we don't find out the sex today. What if we let it be a surprise?"
"A surprise…hmm…I suppose we can, but what about picking a name, or buying clothes, or decorating the nursery?" she questioned.
He looked into her eyes and rubbed her bare shoulders, before moving his large hand to her growing belly and caressing it through her satin nightgown.
"When Mel was pregnant with Kaley, all of that was done before she was born…her name was picked out, her nursery was done, all of it. I just want to be surprised this time. It's kind of like unwrapping a Christmas present," he proposed.
"Yeah, we did the same when I was pregnant with my little man," she nodded. "Okay…let's wait," she agreed.
"Okay," Rick smiled, slathering a bit of frosting onto the tip of her nose.
"Rick," she whined, amused by his antics.
He promptly shut down any further protests, removing the icing with his tongue before capturing her lips in a sensual kiss.
"Mmm," she moaned, slightly pulling away. "Okay, have it your way daddy…breakfast can wait," she said seductively, taking him by the hand and leading him to the bedroom, as he grinned, mesmerized by the sway of her hips.
Two hours later and they were waiting in the office of Dr. Harlan Carson, Michonne's OB/GYN.
Michonne sat on the edge of the exam table, while Rick stood at her side, rubbing the smooth skin on her arm. She blushed when she glanced over and saw him staring at her.
"What is it?" she asked softly.
"Nothing…it's just this color looks really pretty on you," he noted, taking in the peach-colored sundress she wore. Her locs were up in a high ponytail, which showed off her elegant neck and shoulders. The low dip of the neckline accentuated her larger breasts and Rick smiled, thinking about how he'd made a meal of them a couple of hours earlier. Michonne caught his gaze and shook her head, laughing. "Grimes, you are insatiable. You know that?"
"I can't help myself," he grinned.
"I know, that's how we got this one," she chuckled gesturing to her stomach.
He smirked and cupped her face, drawing her in for a passionate kiss.
"Okay, break it up you two," Dr. Carson teased, entering the room.
Rick and Michonne quickly straightened up, marginally embarrassed at being caught making out like a couple of teenagers.
"Sorry doc," Rick apologized.
Dr. Carson waved him off. "Oh, nothing to be sorry about. It's couples like you who make sure I keep a job," he chuckled.
Rick and Michonne both smiled at the doctor's joke.
"So, how does everything look Dr. Carson?" Michonne asked, her anxiety taking over.
Every time she had a check-up, she would brace herself for bad news. It was a disturbing habit she desperately wanted to break. The baby was growing beautifully, and her nausea and anemia were both under control. Nothing pointed to anything going wrong, but given her history, she couldn't help being nervous, always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"All of your tests came back normal, Michonne. Things are lookin' good…lookin' really good," Dr. Carson smiled.
Both Michonne and Rick let out a slight sigh of relief, still anxious to actually see the baby.
"Let's go ahead and get you prepped for the ultrasound," the doctor continued. "Lie back on the table and lift your dress above the sheet you've got covering your lower half. Just a reminder, this gel will be a little cold," he stated, moving to sprinkle the gel over her swollen abdomen.
Dr. Carson maneuvered the wand around, while Rick and Michonne squeezed each other's hand, intensely watching the screen. After a minute or two, the tiny human came into focus and their hearts both swelled at the sight of their child.
"There's baby," Dr. Carson beamed. "See here?" he pointed to a flickering blip on the screen. "Baby's got a nice strong heartbeat," he smiled.
Michonne couldn't stop smiling. Tears were pooling in her eyes and coming increasingly close to spilling over. She looked at Rick, who was entranced, watching as Dr. Carson continued moving the wand, noting different parts of the baby's anatomy.
"Do you want to know the sex?" the doctor asked.
"No," they answered in unison, causing the doctor to chuckle.
"Okay, then. It will be our little secret, won't it, baby?" he smiled at the screen. "Your parents will be none the wiser until your birthday."
"So, the baby is okay?" Rick questioned carefully.
"The baby is fine, Rick. He or she is coming along wonderfully. Michonne, keep taking your vitamins, eating healthy, and reducing your stress levels. We'll see you back here next month," Dr. Carson announced.
"Of course," she agreed. "Thank you, Dr. Carson."
"You're very welcome. I'll step out and let you get situated," the doctor stated before walking out and shutting the door.
Michonne used the paper towels Rick handed her to wipe off the remnants of gel, before pulling down her dress and discarding the sheet into the hamper.
"This is um…this is really something isn't it?" Rick asked, pulling her into his arms.
"It is," she answered quietly, looking up at him through watery eyes.
"Hey," he used his thumb to dry a tear as it tumbled over her high cheekbone. "We're okay," he whispered.
She nodded, holding him tighter and resting her head on his chest.
"These are happy tears," she smiled sheepishly. "I had this amazing dream this morning."
"Really? What was it about?" he inquired, stroking her hair.
"Kyle and Kaley were at the hospital with us after the baby was born. They were arguing over who would get to hold the baby first…they were both so happy, Rick. We all were. It felt like they were letting me know it's okay to move on," she murmured.
"That sounds beautiful sweetheart," he whispered, holding her tighter. "Like I said, they'll never be far from us, but it's time to be happy again," he kissed the top of her head.
She nodded, agreeing with his sentiment.
"Speaking of being happy…I have something for you," he remarked.
She lifted her head, staring at him curiously. "What?"
He reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box.
Michonne's hands immediately covered her mouth in shock as she watched him open the box to reveal a sizable and breathtaking emerald cut diamond ring, set in a shiny platinum band.
"Rick…" she muttered, unable to take her eyes off the ring.
"I know you said you'd think about it and I told you I'd wait, but Michonne…I'm never walking away from you. You're my family. This baby is my family," he emphasized, lightly touching her stomach. "Let's make it official," he urged, caressing her cheek as more tears fell. He gently kissed her, then pulled back to look into her pretty brown eyes, "Marry me…say yes."
"Yes," she whispered, nodding her head. "Yes," she repeated as she clutched his face, running her fingers through his beard and devouring his lips.
After a moment, she pulled away and allowed him to slip the ring on her finger. She gazed at it in amazement as it gleamed in the light penetrating through the open blinds on the window.
"You know, part of me expected you to give me your grandmother's ring when the time came."
Rick shook his head, "No…that wouldn't have been right. Melanie wore that ring…and the whole thing with you-know-who stealing it. Nah, you deserve something that's yours and only yours," he kissed her again. "My grandmother's ring will stay in our family and maybe one day I'll give it to our child," he smiled.
Michonne wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him again. "Sounds like a great plan."
Several days later…
Dear Michonne,
I know that I shouldn't be contacting you, especially given all the pain I've caused you and Rick. However, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't tell you both how sorry I am for hurting you and how thankful I am that you showed me mercy. I've made many mistakes throughout my life and I've always blamed them on the pain I experienced, but I know now that my actions not only hurt me, but people I love and respect. You and Rick had no business being caught up in my orbit. Yes, it was Merle Dixon who led me to you, but the truth is, I was infatuated with Rick from the moment I met him at the post office. I latched onto the idea of being with him because I needed someone. I needed someone who would protect me. I never recognized that I already had that in my father. I realize that my father loves me and was willing to give up his career to keep me safe. Michonne, thank you for listening to me and for the compassion you showed me, even as I threatened your life. Your son was lucky to have you during his short life and your new child is in good hands. I only hope that you pass on your forgiving spirit to this child. At some point in our lives, we all need to be forgiven. Your forgiveness was the catalyst to my healing. I have a long road ahead of me but I'm ready for the challenge. I wish you and Rick nothing but peace.
Sincerely,
Elaina Jones
Michonne finished reading the letter and placed it back in the envelope in which it had arrived. She was surprised to hear from the young woman who had caused her many sleepless nights. She'd connected with her that night in Glenn's living room. Even though she harbored some anger at the thought of being harmed, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Elaina. Upon reading the letter, she instantly felt relieved that the Elaina was on the road to recovery. She just hoped she could maintain it.
"Everything okay, sweetheart?" Rick asked breaking her out of her musings.
She jumped slightly, not realizing that he had entered the room.
"Um, yeah…everything's fine."
"What you got there?" he motioned to the envelope.
"It's a letter from Elaina," she responded softly.
"Oh," he said, taking a seat next to her on the bed. "What did it say?"
"She apologized for everything and thanks us for showing her compassion. She says she's getting better."
"Good…I'm glad. Now maybe we can put all of it behind us," he noted, caressing her arm.
"Yeah, I want nothing more than to close that chapter," she nodded.
They shared a tender kiss as Rick pulled her onto his lap.
"What are you doing today?" he questioned.
"I've got a few errands to run, nothing exciting. You?"
"Just headin' into the shop," he smiled, as she ruffled his unruly curls.
"Well, I'll see you later for dinner," she grinned.
"I'll be here, darlin'," he smirked.
A couple of hours later…
Tim spied the brilliant diamond adorning Michonne's left ring finger as she smoothed her long, wavy locs over her shoulder. She looked radiant. Her rich skin was glowing and the flowy, ankle length yellow skirt and matching crop top complemented her umber tone perfectly. Her feet were bare, with a pretty shade of crimson covering her toes. She wore the same shade on her lips.
He watched her as she adjusted the crown of colorful flowers on top of her head, making sure they were in place. Then she placed her hands over her exposed, protruding belly and giggled.
"Oh my, someone is busy in there," she smiled, taking a seat in the antique chair she had chosen for the portrait.
Tim chuckled as he organized his supplies. "Busy is good right? Means you've got a healthy, growing baby."
"Yeah," Michonne confirmed, fidgeting in her seat to find the right pose.
"There…right there," Tim said as she shifted into the right angle. "That's perfect, Michonne. You look absolutely beautiful. Rick is going to love it."
"You think?" she asked.
"I know he will," he assured her.
"I can't thank you enough for helping me out with this little surprise, Tim."
"It's nothing. It's the least I could do after…everything," he replied, somewhat solemnly. "Anyway, just hold still and I'll get started," he smiled.
Michonne did as he asked and sat completely still, wanting the portrait to turn out flawless.
"So, I guess more congratulations are in order?" Tim inquired, as he began with gentle strokes across the canvas.
Michonne's eyes drifted to her ring. "Yes…Rick and I are getting married."
"That's great, Michonne. Things are really working out for you. It's like a new beginning," he declared.
"It is," she agreed, ruminating on starting a new family with Rick.
"Well, like I said before, I'm happy for you, Michonne. If anyone deserves a new beginning, it's you," Tim nodded.
A few days later…
"Michonne, I'm home," Rick shouted, taking off his boots at the door and tossing his keys on the hook in the foyer.
"In here," she called out to him.
"Something smells good," he stated, standing in the entrance to the kitchen.
He smiled as she stood at the stove stirring something in a saucepan. She had her back to him, and he allowed his eyes to trail the length of her body in a form-fitting lilac dress. The pregnancy had filled out her hips and backside even more, something he found very enticing as he held her when they made love.
Finally, she turned to face him, gifting him with an adoring smile. "Hey you, what are you doing just standing there?"
"I'm just thinking about how lucky I am," he grinned, walking over to embrace her. "What are you making?"
"Just a little something…filet mignon with burgundy mushroom sauce, roasted asparagus, and fingerling potatoes with a nice garlic herb butter," she stated proudly.
"Wow," Rick replied, eyebrows raised. "I appreciate the effort sweetheart but I'm a simple meat and potatoes kind of guy. You didn't need to go through all this trouble for me."
He pulled her in for a kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his thick brown curls.
"I know, but I wanted to. Today is special," she smiled, turning back to the stove.
"Thank you," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He gently swept her hair aside and planted a few soft kisses on the back of her neck.
She giggled and squirmed in his embrace, lightly tapping his arm. "Go wash up, everything is almost ready."
He reluctantly released her, kissing her one more time on her cheek before going to clean up and change.
A couple of hours later, Michonne rested her forehead against Rick's as they sat on the sofa, pulses racing and breathless from their impromptu lovemaking session. Rick stroked the small of her back as he gently nibbled on her lips.
"Mmm," she moaned. "When I said it was time for dessert, that isn't what I had in mind," she joked.
"Yeah," he replied in his syrupy twang, "but you're so much sweeter than the tiramisu."
She melted against him, moving her head to the crook of his neck, and trailing wet pecks across his slightly damp skin. After a moment, she attempted to move from his lap, but he held her tight.
"Where are you goin'?"
"I have something to give you. I was gonna give it to you earlier, but you seduced me," she smirked.
He chuckled and cupped his hands around her face. "Stay for a second. I just wanna look at you a little longer," he requested, gazing into her eyes.
"Rick," she murmured bashfully, feeling completely stripped under his intense blue stare.
"You're so fuckin' gorgeous," he mumbled against her lips as he kissed her once more.
She braced herself against his bare chest and gave into his kiss, allowing his warm tongue to mingle with hers. When she felt him stiffening again, she abruptly broke the kiss, needing to follow through with her plan before they started on round two.
"Hold that thought," she insisted, standing to her feet, and pulling her dress up to cover her exposed breasts. "I'll be right back."
He groaned but shifted to pull up his underwear and pants.
A few minutes later, she returned carrying a large rectangular object with a white sheet draped over it.
"What is that?" he asked curiously.
"It's something I had made special for you," she answered excitedly.
He stood and took it from her hands. As he uncovered it, his eyes widened. He stared at it in astonishment as he collapsed back onto the sofa. Slowly, he ran his fingertips along the portrait of her, his beautiful Michonne, full of new life…a life they created together.
She watched him as he studied her image, his face faintly reddening and tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and she wondered what he was thinking.
"Do you like it?" she asked gingerly.
He finally looked up at her. "It's beautiful," he whispered.
"Happy Father's Day" she said softly.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her down next to him.
"Thank you, baby. I love it," he ensured her with a sweet kiss.
"I wanted to give you something, even though the baby isn't born yet. I mentioned it to Tim, and he offered to paint me."
"Tim did this?" he asked surprisingly.
"Yeah…I hope you don't mind that I involved him."
"No," he nodded. "I'm grateful…I really am, sweetheart. He drew her closer, urging her to rest her head on his shoulder.
Several weeks later…
"Michonne! Oh my gosh, you look lovely!" Maggie beamed, bursting into her bedroom where Michonne was putting the finishing touches on her makeup.
"Thanks. I feel like a blimp, but at least my hair and makeup will be pretty."
"You can't be serious. You have the perfect pregnancy bump, and you look magnificent in that dress. The white looks so pretty against your skin. You're glowing," Maggie asserted, adding a couple of yellow flowers to Michonne's high bun.
Michonne stood, looking in the mirror to admire the floor-length, off-the-shoulder white chiffon dress. It clinged to her figure beautifully and accentuated her large bump. She paired it with strappy yellow sandals to compliment the baby shower décor.
Maggie hugged Michonne's waist as they both looked in the mirror. Michonne caressed Maggie's arm in appreciation of her support.
"You look pretty as well," Michonne complimented her, as she examined Maggie's ruffled, yellow wrap dress. "Thank you so much for putting this together. I can't tell you how happy I am to have me and Rick's family together today."
"It's my pleasure, my friend," Maggie replied. "I'm so ecstatic for you and Rick. It feels like you've been through so much together already, and it seems to have made you both stronger. This baby is proof of the love you share and how perfect you are together," she smiled, giving her friend a peck on the cheek.
"Yes, none of it has been easy, but we made it," Michonne acknowledged.
"You did," Maggie nodded. "I know dealing with Rick was tough in the beginning. A lesser woman probably wouldn't have stuck around, especially given everything you were going through. Hell, not even good sex would have been able to keep me around," she laughed.
"Great sex," Michonne corrected her, causing Maggie to quirk an eyebrow.
"Just don't go disappearing into any bathrooms today," she winked.
Michonne was grateful that her dark skin didn't betray her blush as she felt embarrassment creep over her face.
"You didn't think I knew about that, did ya'?" Maggie chuckled.
"I have nothing to say in my defense," Michonne shrugged, sending them both into a fit of giggles.
"But seriously, Michonne…you realized Rick was hurting. You understood his pain because you felt it too. You didn't give up on him and now you're going to be his wife and the mother of his child. It's the stuff romance novels are made of," Maggie teased.
Michonne laughed, "Stop. Don't get all sappy on me, Maggie Greene. It's not your style."
"We all need a little sappiness every once in a while."
"I suppose you're right," Michonne conceded.
"Everything is all set, and the guests are already starting to arrive. Paul is downstairs handling the caterer as we speak. Are you ready, mama?" Maggie asked.
"Let's do it," Michonne replied, taking Maggie by the arm.
Michonne and Maggie entered the large backyard to find rows of tables covered in white tablecloths and draped in yellow and gold ribbon, each adorned with vases filled with bright sunflowers. At the front of the yard sat a long buffet table with loads of savory and sweet dishes, including a large chocolate fondue fountain with fruit, marshmallows and cake chunks for dipping, and a three-tiered cake, beautifully decorated with white fondant icing and spun sugar sunflowers. A huge balloon arch with yellow, white, and gold balloons sat behind the small table designated for the expectant parents.
Michonne gasped, covering her mouth as she saw how fabulous everything looked. "Oh, Maggie," she whispered.
"Do you like it, honey?" Maggie asked hopefully.
"It's perfect," Michonne nodded emphatically.
"There you are," Rick walked up, embracing Michonne and kissing her cheek. "You look beautiful, baby," he smiled, trailing his eyes over her.
"You look pretty amazing yourself," she replied admiring his tan chinos and pale-yellow Polo shirt. The color complimented his eyes well, making them appear a soft shade of blue.
The couple made their rounds, saying hello to their guests, including Glenn, Paul, Tara, a few of Michonne and Maggie's colleagues from the high school, Scott, one of the mechanics from the auto shop, and his wife, Nabila. Finally, they approached the table where Richard Sr., Shane and Andrea were sitting.
"Michonne, my dear…you are glowing," Richard greeted her with a hug. "May I?" he asked, gesturing to her belly.
"Of course," she nodded.
The older gentlemen placed a gentle hand to Michonne's stomach, squealing in delight when he felt a strong kick.
"Oh boy, you may have a football player in there," he joked.
They all shared a laugh as Shane got up to greet Michonne with a hug of his own. "You look gorgeous, darlin'. It's good to see you again."
"You too, Shane," Michonne responded, kissing him on the cheek.
Andrea didn't get up from her seat but managed to display a genuine smile as she observed the exchange.
"Shane's right, Michonne. I don't think I've ever seen a prettier mother-to-be. Congratulations you two…oh my god," she gawked, covering her mouth. "Is that what I think it is?" She finally rose from her seat and gripped Michonne's left hand.
Michonne smiled at the woman's dramatics. "It is…Rick asked me to marry him and I said yes."
Andrea stood there wide-eyed and open-mouthed for a spell before regaining her composure. "Wow…you two don't waste any time, do you?"
"Why waste time when you know what you want?" Michonne quipped.
"I guess double congratulations are in order!" Richard exclaimed, patting Rick on the back. Why didn't you tell us?" he asked, looking to Rick.
"We wanted it to be a surprise," Rick replied.
"Well, I'm happy for you son. I was worried about you for a long time, but now I see you've found your way back and have a beautiful, loyal woman by your side and you're gonna be a father again…I couldn't have asked for more," Richard declared as tears gathered in his cerulean eyes.
"Thank you, daddy," Rick said, hugging his father.
"This is good news, Rick. I'm happy for you both," Shane added, patting his brother on his shoulder. "Michonne, welcome to the family," he kissed her on the cheek.
Before anyone could say anything else, Michonne turned as she heard her name being called at the front of the yard.
"Michonne Elise Jameson, oh my goodness, look at you! Come give your mama a hug," a slender, dark-skinned woman with a head full of dark, natural curls yelled, pulling Michonne into her embrace.
"Mommy, I'm so glad you made it!" Michonne responded happily, squeezing her mother tight.
Anna pulled back to take in her daughter's appearance. "Ooh, you're carrying high. You're having a boy."
"Mom, enough with the old wives' tales," Michonne giggled. "We'll find out soon enough."
"Mm-hmm, only a few more weeks to go," Anna nodded excitedly before averting her eyes to who she presumed was her daughter's handsome, blue-eyed fiancé. "You must be Rick?" she stated, looking him over.
"Yes ma'am. It's good to finally meet you," Rick said taking Anna's hand and gently kissing the back of her palm.
In that moment, Anna decided she liked him. He had kind eyes and a sweet southern charm about him. More importantly, she could tell by the way her daughter gazed at him, that she was completely smitten with him.
"Handsome and a gentleman…Michonne, I think you've found a winner," she smiled, causing Rick to blush.
"I have," Michonne concurred, rubbing his back.
"Ms. Hawthorne, I'd like to introduce you to my family," Rick motioned over to Richard, Shane, and Andrea who were all walking up to them.
"Call me Anna, please," she corrected Rick.
"Absolutely not," he responded, chuckling.
"Hello, how do you do? I'm Richard Grimes, Rick's father," he said, mimicking Rick's actions from a few moments earlier and kissing Anna's hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Anna Hawthorne, Michonne's mother."
"I can see where Michonne gets her beauty," Richard smiled, kissing her hand once more.
"Okay, daddy…that's enough charm for one day," Shane snickered. "Hi, I'm Rick's brother Shane and this is my wife, Andrea."
"Hello, Ms. Hawthorne, it's nice to meet you, Andrea remarked, shaking Anna's hand.
"Nice to meet you as well dear and you too, Shane." Anna replied.
"Come on, mommy, there's a few more people I want you to meet, then we'll get you something to eat," Michonne announced.
"I'll be over in a minute, sweetheart," Rick said, gifting Michonne with a chaste kiss.
A few minutes later, Michonne and Anna carried their plates to the table after doing a quick introduction to Maggie, Glenn, and a few other guests.
"Aaron sends his love. He's so sorry he couldn't make it," Anna informed Michonne.
"Yes, I spoke with him. He's busy with the expansion. Don't worry, he sent me a huge gift to make up for it," Michonne smiled.
"Knowing him, I'm sure it was grand," Anna nodded.
"It's an antique-style, handcrafted crib. It's stunning. We were going to ask Rick's father to build one, but Aaron's gift arrived this morning and surprised us."
"The man always was one to make an impression," Anna laughed.
"True," Michonne agreed. "He says everything is going well. He's commissioned a new artist who specializes in contemporary African art. There's a huge market for it in Atlanta. Plus, the pieces I created sold for a significant amount," Michonne uttered proudly.
"I'm happy you have this nest egg to sustain you in case something unexpected happens."
Michonne glared at her mother for a moment, choosing to ignore her comment and unwilling to think about anything disrupting the peace she'd finally found.
Anna grabbed Michonne's left hand and examined the large diamond decorating her ring finger. "Rick did good, this is exquisite."
"He has great taste. You should see the butterfly pendant he got me for Valentine's day. It has diamonds and rubies."
"Kyle's birthstone," Anna smiled.
"Yes, it was very sweet of him to remember," Michonne gushed.
"It's good to have a man who pays attention and does nice things for you," Anna stated pointedly.
"But…" Michonne pressed, sensing there was more to her mother's serious tone.
"I just want to be certain you're sure about marriage. You know you don't have to get married simply because you're having a baby. It hasn't been that long since your divorce…and all of the issues you've had to deal with since moving here…are you sure you aren't rushing into this?" Anna narrowed her eyes in concern.
After much contemplation, Michonne had decided to make her mother aware of all the challenges her and Rick had faced in Tannon Falls, including Rick's confrontation with Tim, Merle's threats, and Elaina's breakdown. Of course, she'd given her the watered-down version, as to not worry Anna too much, but she knew what she had revealed would give her mother pause.
"Mom, we aren't getting married tomorrow, but yes…I'm sure. I've spent so much time being unhappy, for one reason or another. Rick makes me happy. I want to spend my life with him. The fact that we were able to get through the past year together says a lot. He's proven to me that I can rely on him," Michonne promised her.
"Okay, baby…that's all I needed to hear," Anna smiled, patting Michonne's hand. "I just want you to be safe and happy. If Rick is making sure of that, then he's all right in my book."
"He is mom. Things have been peaceful. Rick and I couldn't be happier. We're just focused on this little one right now," Michonne stated, rubbing her bump. "Rick is going to be an amazing father."
"I'm sure he will, honey. He's had practice. It's strange how life works, isn't it? I mean what are the odds that the two of you would find each other after you both lost a child? I suppose you were meant to be there for one another," Anna smiled.
"Rick told me I'm his soulmate," Michonne chuckled. "I have no doubt that he's mine. "I don't want this to come out the wrong way, but it feels like everything that's happened was just getting us ready for this moment in our lives."
Anna looked her daughter in the eyes and stroked her hand across the table. "I understand exactly what you mean, baby," she smiled. "Anyway, his family seems nice. How have they handled the news about Rick's proposal and the baby?"
Michonne quirked an eyebrow. "They are very protective of Rick, so naturally, there was some concern at first. Rick's father is elated, but Shane and Andrea seemed scared that we're getting in over our heads. I think they've gotten used to the idea…at least Shane has. His wife still has her doubts. I see right through her even though she's putting up one hell of a façade."
"Well, that's her problem," Anna asserted. Rick is her brother-in-law, not her man. She doesn't have a say in how he lives his life."
"I think it has more to do with her being close to his deceased wife. I know it's hard for her to see him with someone else. She'll eventually get over it," Michonne shrugged.
"That's my girl," Anna laughed. "You never did let anyone get in the way of what you want. Never change my dear, never change."
"I won't" Michonne replied with a wink.
A couple of hours passed, and all of the guests were full of food and drinks, and giddy from playing silly baby shower games. Anna and Richard had spent most of the time getting acquainted with one another, both eager to play the role of doting grandparents.
Maggie moved to the front of the yard and clinged her wine glass with a spoon, attempting to get everyone's attention.
"Excuse me, can I have everyone take their seats please," she announced. "It's time to open up the gifts. Rick and Michonne please remain seated. Glenn and I will hand you the gifts…Glenn get up here," she ordered her boyfriend, eliciting a round of laughter from the guests.
Glenn quickly made his way to her side, smiling and kissing her cheek as he awaited further instructions.
"Babe, go grab the medium box wrapped in the gold wrapping paper," Maggie told him.
He grabbed it and handed it to Michonne, who carefully tore off the paper to reveal what was inside.
"Ooh, a breast pump…a really good one," she smiled. "Very nice!"
"That's from me," Tara spoke up. "I hope you're planning on breastfeeding, but if not, the gift receipt is taped to the box."
"I definitely plan on it," Michonne responded. "Thanks Tara!"
"Okay, I'll grab this one," Maggie said, reaching for another box wrapped in yellow paper with a big gold bow. She handed it to Michonne and watched as she opened it.
"Oh, these are adorable," Michonne beamed, holding up a pair of yellow and white rompers.
Rick smiled as she showed them to him. "Very cute," he agreed.
"Those are from me," Michonne's colleague Laura stated. "I figured a boy or girl could wear them."
Michonne nodded in appreciation.
"Okay, moving right along," Glenn said going to grab a large box covered in shimmery silver wrapping paper.
He carefully carried the box over to Rick and Michonne's table and set it on the ground.
"Wow, what's this?" Michonne wondered, tearing off the wrapping paper. "Oh my gosh," she gasped looking at the box. "This stroller is top of the line! Who is this from?"
When no one spoke up, Rick handed her the card that was attached to the box. Michonne opened it and read it to herself…
Dear Michonne,
There are so many things I want to say to you, but I'll save it for another day. Right now, I want to say congratulations on your pregnancy. Motherhood suits you. You were a wonderful mother to our son, and I have no doubt you will be for this child. Despite everything that happened between us, I only ever wanted the best for you. I will forever cherish the time we had. I'm glad that you've found happiness once again. Please accept this gift as a token of my appreciation for sharing part of your life with me, for giving me a beautiful son, and as a peace offering. Be well, Michonne.
p.s.-Aaron has a really big mouth.
Warmly,
Ed
"Who's it from?" Rick whispered.
Michonne quietly handed him the card, still in shock that the gift was from her ex-husband and a little perturbed that Aaron had spoken to him about her pregnancy. Rick read the card then placed it back in the envelope, vowing to speak to Michonne later in private.
"Okay, what's next?" Michonne asked, not wanting to make things more awkward.
"All right let's see what else we have here," Maggie remarked, going to retrieve another gift.
Rick could see that Michonne was still a little on edge from reading Ed's card, so he caressed her arm and drew her in for a kiss, knowing exactly how to calm her.
She smiled and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you, too," he returned, kissing her again.
A little while later, the festivities were winding down as most of the guests bid farewell to the happy couple. Maggie and Glenn had snuck off for a little alone time, while Paul solicited Tara for cleanup duty.
Rick and Michonne sat in the middle of the yard with their families, exchanging stories about what they were each like growing up.
Michonne was shocked to learn that as a child, Rick was shy and unsure of himself. It didn't jive with the sexy, confident man she knew, even though he had retained a quiet, reservedness that she had come to appreciate.
She learned to read his thoughts and feelings without exchanging a single word, and he had done the same with her. It felt comforting to be that in tune with someone, especially the man she planned to spend the rest of her waking days with.
Rick positioned his hand under the table and ran it along Michonne's thigh. He was elated to spend this time with family, but desperately wanted to get her home so they could be alone. Michonne gazed at him with her mocha-colored eyes, smirking as she read his mind.
Their silent conversation was interrupted by the sound of a woman's voice calling Michonne's name. Everyone at the table diverted their attention to a petite woman with long dark hair. She was standing timidly near the entrance of the yard. Michonne's jaw dropped when she recognized her.
"Lydia," she stated barely above a whisper.
"Hi," Lydia waved shyly, unsure of what to do next.
"Oh my god, I had no idea you were coming," Michonne said, standing to greet the woman as she walked closer.
"I ran into your mom last week and told her I would be visiting relatives in Savannah. She mentioned the shower and suggested I stop by. Sorry I'm late. I actually sat in my car for a while debating on whether or not I should come inside. I hope you don't mind that I came," the young woman smiled weakly.
Michonne briefly looked to Anna who shot her a knowing smile.
"No…of course not. I'm just surprised, that's all. Oh my god, it's been so long. How have you been?" Michonne asked, embracing her.
"I've been well," Lydia smiled. "I got your letter and it meant so much to me, more than you know," she remarked, a bit teary eyed.
"I meant every word," Michonne assured her, fighting back her own tears.
"You're going to be a mommy again. Congratulations. I'm really happy for you, Michonne," Lydia offered earnestly.
"Thank you. Come, I want you to meet my fiancé, Rick and his family," Michonne smiled, leading her to the table.
Rick stood to welcome her, "Hello, I'm Rick. It's nice to meet you Lydia," he said sweetly, shaking her hand.
"It's wonderful to meet you, Rick. Congratulations on the baby and the upcoming marriage. Michonne is one of the best people I know," Lydia smiled, glancing at Michonne.
"Thank you and I couldn't agree with you more," Rick smiled.
"This is Rick's father, Richard, his brother Shane and sister-in-law Andrea," Michonne introduced them one by one. "This is an old friend of mine, Lydia Mancini."
"Pleasure to meet you," Richard responded, while Shane and Andrea each acknowledged her with a wave.
"Well," Michonne started, rubbing Lydia's back. "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah," Lydia nodded emphatically.
"Good, let's get you a plate and we can catch up."
"I'd like that…thank you."
Michonne smiled and led her inside where the food had been packed away.
Savannah…
Tameka sat in the passenger seat as she watched her friend Enid engage in a lively discussion with a rather menacing-looking biker who sported a confederate flag on the back of his leather vest.
She watched as the man stroked Enid's long brunette hair and traipsed his fingers down her petite frame. Enid giggled in response, seeming to enjoy the attention she was getting from this man who was probably more than twice her age.
Growing uncomfortable with being in this particular part of town at sunset, Tameka honked the horn to get her friend's attention. Enid and her companion looked toward the car. Enid shot up her finger to indicate she would be done with her conversation soon. However, the man just glared at Tameka as if he were annoyed by the interruption. Tameka avoided his stare. There was something unsettling in the man's eyes.
The teenager fiddled with the radio, trying to take her mind off her uneasiness. After a few minutes, she looked up to see her friend wrapping up the conversation. The man handed Enid something, but she couldn't make it out. Enid kissed him on the cheek and stuffed the object in her back pocket before making her way back to the car.
"Who was that guy?" Tameka prodded as she watched him get on his bike and drive away.
"Just a friend," Enid shrugged.
Tameka wanted to press her more, but decided against it, not wanting to spoil one of the last nights she had with her friend before moving to New York.
"You ready to get something to eat?" Enid asked.
"Yeah, I'm starving. Let's go," Tameka nodded.
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