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Chapter 3—The Celebration, The Blocker, and The Denial

The lead up to Rick's first day as Captain with Michonne was mind blowing. They both went all out with their risqué celebrations of his new promotion. Most nights resulted in at least one of them seeing stars while the other stumbled around looking for their sanity. One night, they each did both! They did have a night or two between Thursday and Monday that almost resulted in a missed opportunity, starting with night one.

Thursday Night, 8:45pm

Freshly out of the shower, Rick dropped his towel and grabbed Michonne from behind as she squealed in delight. "I didn't think this is what you meant when you said you wanted to make me wet Rick!"

Rick chuckled as he sprinkled kisses on her now damp body. He kissed her starting with the shell of her ear and down to her earlobe that he sucked into his mouth. He eased down her tilted neck and then on to her shoulders. He took a long lick down her spine before he turned her around to face him and start back from the top. He kissed her lips deeply and edged his mouth across her cheek and sucked the lobe of her ear before licking around the rim. He followed the same pattern, down to her collarbone where he lingered in the deep indention of it. Then slowly down until he reached the swell of her left breast then sucked at the hardened nipple. He was about to move to the other breast and gift that one with the same treatment when knocking on their bedroom door abruptly took Rick and Michonne out of the moment.

"WHAT!" Rick fumed as he yelled towards his locked bedroom door, his kids were the worst sometimes he thought.

"Dad!" Jackson impatiently whined on the other side of the locked door, "Carl and Andre won't let me in their room to read comic books with them, they keep pushing me out!"

"Because he keeps tearing the covers and his hands are always sticky and I don't even want to know why they are!" Carl yelled then shuddered at what could possibly be on his brother's nasty hands. That kid hated to be clean. He hated running water and soap. Seemed like he was allergic to them both.

"GO AWAY YOU LITTLE COC…." Rick screamed out but did not get to finish his statement before Michonne interrupted.

"RICK!" Michonne yelled along with a stern nonverbal facial warning that told Rick silently to continue at his own risk.

"Well he is being a little blocker," mumbled Rick.

"What did you say?" Asserted Michonne.

"Nothing," Rick stammered cautiously. He did not want to make her mad and ruin the night.

Michonne shook her head and she put on her purple silk robe to go help get the kids get settled down for the night. As she walked out of the bedroom, she heard Rick proclaim "Michonne, you have too many kids, that's the problem." Michonne stopped in her tracks and looked back in astonishment at her husband.

"I have too many kids Rick? I?" Michonne asked for clarity as she chuckled. But not the fun-loving type of chuckle. It was the 'you are going to regret saying that type of chuckle.' The type of chuckle that would lead a person to get their feelings hurt.

"Yes, YOU Michonne," Rick doubled down, he did not immediately differentiate between the types of chuckles like a smart man should have. He was not thinking with the head that was on his shoulders it appeared.

Michonne chuckled again and nodded her head as she ambled down the hallway to her son's bedroom. She kept mumbling "my children" to herself over and over with a very perplexed look on her face. She would take care of kids first, get them situated, then go back and clarify a few things with Rick, YOU have too many children, Grimes. She would take care of his denial soon enough. After she scolded her two oldest for their horrible attitude towards their younger brother, she tucked Jackson in bed and reminded him that it was just about his bedtime anyway. She also discussed proper hygiene and that no one wants to have someone with sticky fingers touch their stuff. She then cocked her eyebrow and told him to get up and wash his hands. She then thought better of it and decided that her son may need a complete shower.

"Jackson, did you take a shower before you put your pajamas on?" Michonne inquired.

"Well" groaned Jackson, "you see what had happened was."

"Get in the shower right now!" Michonne demanded loudly.

The commotion with the kids and waiting for her son to complete his shower so that she could check to make sure he was clean, he was not by the way and Michonne made him go back and take another bath, she forgot all about the, YOU have too many children comment for now.

Friday Night, 10:00pm

Friday was…. Whoa…No. Problems. At. All. Kids actually acted right for a change, it helped that Rick dared them all to cause a problem as he angrily made eye contact with each of his kids. Even the triplets.

Saturday Night, 12:00 Midnight

Rick's head was in between his wife's thighs and he was eating her like there was no tomorrow. He licked and slurped and sucked and Michonne groaned and moaned and whimpered at his assault. He was sucking on her clit and was just about to insert one of his long fingers when she pushed his head away.

"Rick, RICK WAIT," Michonne exhaled as she shifted away for her husband's glorious tongue.

"Why?" Pleaded Rick trying to understand why his wife stopped the fun they were having.

"Do you hear that?" Asked Michonne as she stretched her head and ear towards her bedroom door.

"NO! It sounded like nothing anyway," exclaimed Rick as he pulled his wife back towards his mouth prepared and ready to finish what he started.

"So, you did hear it, you just want to ignore it?" Said an annoyed Michonne as she crossed her hands across her chest and closed her legs tight.

"Ummmm…." Rick knew he was caught. There was another loud bang and both of them jumped from the bed.

"Go see what that noise is Rick! It's coming from downstairs!" Whispered Michonne loudly as she ran to the closet to grab her trusty and very sharp katana.

Rick grabbed his colt from his safe after he heard glass breaking downstairs and Michonne ran towards the kid's bedrooms. Rick slowly made his way to the kitchen, colt pointed but safety on, only to see Carl and Andre wrestling on the kitchen floor fighting over the last slice of pizza from dinner.

"What are you two dimwits doing?" Rick puzzled as he lowered his gun, glad he decided to leave the safety on, "Stop and get up, and be careful there is broken glass all over the floor."

"Michonne," Rick yelled up the stairs, "it's just YOUR two mindless kids fighting over food and breaking our dishes in the middle of the night."

Michonne came down the stairs and stared at her two sons like they had two heads. She was about to go off on the two when Rick informed the boys, "If you wake up the triplets, there will be hell to pay! You two will not ruin my night," he bellowed displeased at the thought of his youngest three possibly stalling the lovemaking even further. Now Michonne looked at Rick like HE had two heads. "You two clean this up and then go to bed," scolded Michonne. Rick was surprised that his wife was not as mad at their sons as he thought she would be. He yelled that they are getting off easy and then nodded to his wife who looked at him like he was about to get it when they got back upstairs. And not in a good way. He was a little nervous but tried not so show it.

After returning to their bedroom and Rick putting both his colt and her katana away safe from the children's curious hands, he sauntered over to his wife who was standing with her hands on her hips with a questioning look splayed across her face. She looked even more perplexed and slightly angry which unsettled Rick, especially when he noticed her brows were down and almost fused together as one. She was more upset it seems now than she was downstairs. This was strike two for Michonne. She was not going to wait for him to get to strike three.

"Rick, first off, you yelling up the stairs and across the house would have woke the triplets up, IF they were here. Do you not know where your kids are Rick?" Michonne prodded with her head tilted to the left.

"I only want to know where you are right now," he said in a small sultry voice grabbing her by the waist and kissing her neck.

Michonne was amazed at the nerve of this man. "Rick, three of your children are not in this house and you didn't notice? Didn't you wonder why they were missing at dinner?" Inquired Michonne.

"They weren't there?" Rick said in a shocked and confused tone taking a step back and staring at is wife. "Look, like I said before, you have too many children Michonne, TOO MANY!" he emphasized again as he walked towards the bed. "How am I supposed to keep up with all of them all the time?" He managed to get a third strike anyway.

Michonne rolled her eyes at her husband and stormed into the bathroom. Knowing his lack of filter might possibility halt his nighttime activities, he tip-toed to the bathroom door and knocked lightly, "Okay darlin," Rick pleaded, "Where are the kids?"

"Whose kids Rick, where are WHOSE kids?" Michonne belted as she swung open the door with her lips tightly pursed.

"Let me kiss those pursed lips Michonne, take that robe off right now," Rick said as he eyed her up and down.

"Whose kids Rick?" Rick lowered his head, swung his left foot behind his right foot embarrassed, "my kids' baby, Mine."

"That's better," Michonne smirked. "They are at Sasha and Darryl's having a sleep over with their three kids. I don't know why anyone would want to purposely have 4 kids under 4 in the same house at the same time, with two extras to boot, but God bless them. Now, let's get back to where we left off before OUR unruly children interrupted us."

"Oh yeah", Rick said with a burgeoning excitement, "I got some stuff and thangs to do to you tonight."

Sunday Night, 11:15am

Rick and Michonne lay snuggled in bed both excited about tomorrow as his first day as Captain in his new precinct. They just finished a second round of unbelievable sex and now they are basking in the afterglow.

"This is perfect, you and me, laying here, holding each other," Rick soothingly said as he rubbed up and down her arm.

"Yes, it is," whispered Michonne.

"Hey, I have an idea" Rick brightened. Michonne giggled knowing he was about to say some nonsense, "What's your idea Rick?"

"Let's drop off the kids tomorrow, some to Darryl and Sasha, some to Shane and Andrea, and we can even give Glen and Maggie a couple," he said with a serious tone, but with a wide grin to show some levity, "then we get our passports, and leave this town and never come back. We can start all over!" Rick teased.

"Don't tempt me," Michonne said with a fond look as she daydreamed of sitting on a beach with her husband, carefree with no kids.

"Really," Rick said with wide eyes but fully aware that his wife would never agree to anything like that and of course neither would he. 'But to dream,' he thought.

"No, we are stuck with these kids 4LIFE," said Michonne as she held up four fingers in her husband's face.

"Yeah, for life," Rick said with pride."