Interference Part II

Rick finds himself up before the sun, carrying through with his daily routine before making his way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for his family. This is the second time this week that he finds himself wanting to do something special for Michonne. She always takes such good care of him and his kids that he wants to show her how much he appreciates her. That and the fact of knowing once breakfast is over, he will receive his daily hug from her. Something he has started looking forward to since they began hugging each other good bye a little over a week ago.

He can't explain why he is so enthused about it. Hugging her just feels right somehow and he wishes he had done it long before now.

He smiles widely as he hears slight noises coming from the second floor, alerting him that his family is waking up. He quickly sets the table and even places a couple of roses in a tin can filled with water as a centerpiece, remembering how much Michonne likes flowers.

She arrives to the kitchen first, holding Judith while she laughs and talks with her. She smiles as she looks at the table, then looks to him with appreciation. "Good morning. I see you've been busy. This is nice."

He walks over to her and grabs Judith to place her in her high chair. "I'm glad you like it. Carl coming down?"

"He's on his way," she informs him.

Minutes later, they are all seated around the table, enjoying breakfast and each other's company.

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"So, you're saying Michonne should try to make my Dad jealous so he'll know how he feels about her?" Carl asks his friend, Enid.

"Well, maybe not jealous but if he sees that other people like her too it might make him want to admit his feelings to keep the other guys away," Enid answers.

Carl nods. "I see different guys talking to her, but I thought they were just being friendly. We are still kinda new in this place."

"Well, if they're approaching her, then that could mean something. Have they ever asked her out?" Enid inquires.

"I don't know. I never really paid attention," Carl admits.

"You've got to start taking notice of these things so you'll have something to report back to your Dad," Enid states.

Later that day, Carl seeks out his Dad in hopes of getting him to see that he really likes Michonne and may even be in love with her. He can't help but feel excited, knowing that two of the people he loves most in the world could possibly get together and he could have a real family again.

The talk he had with Enid earlier puts some things into perspective plus he gained some good information just now. It's Michonne's day off, so she was spending time with him and Judith. They were out for a nice walk, Michonne pushing Judith in a stroller and they had been stopped at least twice by guys in the community wanting to say hello to Michonne. Carl realizes his Dad has never seen the way other men look at his friend and wondered how his Dad would react to it. He promptly determines to find out.

He finds his Dad executing a walk-through of the community as he normally does. They greet each other and Carl quickly falls into step with his Dad.

"Everything ok?" Rick asks.

Carl nods. "Yeah, I'm just curious about something."

"What?" Rick prompts.

"Well, have you ever considered dating again?"

Rick stops and looks down at his son, wondering where all of this is coming from. "Why would you ask me that?"

"Well, it's just that I think Michonne may be considering it and I just thought about you. You need someone in your life, too, right?"

"Michonne is considering what? Dating? How do you know that?" Rick asks curiously.

"I think she's been asked out on a date, but she hasn't said yes yet," Carl supplies.

"Asked out by who?"

"I didn't hear the whole conversation but we were out walking and she was stopped at least 3 times by guys saying they just want to tell her hello and welcome her to the community." Carl watches as his Dad's eyes change from light sky blue to a darker ocean blue. He swallows nervously as he didn't intend to upset his Dad.

Rick plasters a smile on his face. "Well, that's good that she's being made to feel welcome, right?"

Carl frowns as that was not what he expected his Dad to say. Now what?

The hour is late and Rick can't sleep. He continues to ponder over the conversation he had with Carl earlier, wondering if he could actually miss out on a chance with Michonne, wondering if he truly wants a chance, wondering if she wants the same thing. He closes his eyes, but an image of her smiling face appears. He has always known and appreciated how beautiful she is, but there was never really time to consider a relationship.

He's more than attracted to her, but has never been able to decipher if he holds any interest for her. The image in his head slowly starts to encompass her entire body. He appreciates her full bust. She's not too large and not too small. Her breasts would be just the right handful he surmises. Lower still to her small waist, her flat stomach, her hips flaring out beautifully, her thighs shapely and well defined. He groans aloud as she turns in the image and he has a full view of her delectable back side. Damn.

He sits up abruptly, throwing the sheets back. He gets out of bed and walks downstairs, going for something to cool himself off. He's only wearing a light blue pair of boxers as he makes his way to the refrigerator and grabs a bottle of water. He nearly drops the bottle as he closes the door and notices Michonne standing in the living area.

She is wearing a gray tank top and pink pajama shorts. The top is fitted and accentuates everything perfectly. The shorts are short and showing off a good portion of her legs.

He groans, knowing he really won't get any sleep now. "You can't sleep either?"

She shakes her head no and it is in that moment that Rick takes notice of how she is looking at him. Her eyes are practically devouring him just as his are devouring her. A single floor lamp is the only light they have but it is more than enough for him. He sets the bottle of water on the counter, cooling down forgotten as he makes his way into the living room.

They stand only inches apart as he looks down on her and she looks up at him. He surmises that he can't be reading her wrong as she continues to look at him with longing. He decides to take a chance and takes a step closer to her.

"I really think we need to talk," he suggests.

She nods in agreement. "Can we just do one thing first?"

"Anythang you want," Rick offers.

"Kiss me."