A/N: Fanfiction is such a wonderful site. A treasure trove full of some extraordinary and outstanding creativeness. Made even so much more the better for me because of some really good fanfiction buddies like QueenMojo, who helped me with the posting of my very first fanfiction story. And Chezza3009 for enlightening me in the fine art of tagging it too! ( I was really lost there for a bit.) And that goes without saying for the others who along with them have encouraged me and still do (and you all know who you all are). Smile Here's a great big heart felt THANK YOU. All of you are so greatly appreciated.

And here's to a very Happy Easter to everyone!

Chapter 2

Enough and then some!

After leaving the condo lobby, Michonne ran as fast as she could down the empty and dark sidewalk. Soon realizing that running effectively or even efficiently in 4 1/2 inch heels is neither safe nor smart. She could easily fall, break a limb, or even worse. Her baby! Then where would she or that little boy be!

Making a conscious decision, Michonne stops in her tracks. Hurriedly, zipping down the back of her footware and then stepped out of the eighteen hundred dollars bought on sale Christian Louboutin beige leather booties. Readily leaving her babies lying haphazardly on the cold sidewalk so that she could go and help someone else's baby.

She heard a sound. Was that a scream? Could it be that of a child? Was it the child back at the restaurant? Whatever or whomever it was sounded so very small. Michonne takes off again. This time running faster and so much more easily than she had before with heels on. Her silk stocking feet snagged on the slightly rough and rather cold concrete as she rushed to her destination. Which was now towards that commotion; it was on her way to the cafè. And with her all the way fearing what it was that was happening, what it meant, and also what was it that she herself was running headlong into.

Could that really be Little Handsome screaming? If it was him or not, either way there still was someone else in distress ahead of her, and she could not stop. However, Michonne felt it in her heart that it wasn't just anyone else, but the boy, and had to go on regardless. She could do no less, that could be her little Munchie.

She heard the sound again. And Michonne's heart dropped, because this time she heard it clearly. It was a scream alright, and there was fear in it. Adrenaline then kicked in and enabled Michonne to run even faster than she thought herself even capable of.

Thank you Lord for all of those invigorating runs.

Running was something that Michonne has done for years. Even now while pregnant. A daily occurrence if at all possible. It started when she lived in Paris with her parents. It had been a school requirement for gym. She'd even tried rather hard as a matter of fact, but to no avail to get Mike to do it with her. It could have been something good that they did as a couple. But instead of joining her on those early mornings or late evening runs, he instead just tried even harder to talk her out of doing it altogether. And that too for him was to no avail.

Michonne stopped suddenly, and what she saw she did not want to believe was happening nor that she was even witnessing it. There up ahead on the sidewalk, farther up from her were two grown men manhandling the little boy. Trying overly hard to place the child in the backseat of a waiting car parked heading out of the alley. And was the very thing that Michonne had been so fearful of. That that scream had been him. And that he was in danger!

One of the men was tall, and the other big, flabby, and kind of squatty. And Michonne could tell from where she was standing that he was in need of a good ole fashion very hot sudsy bath. The kind that could put a person to sleep. Especially if afterward they'd got in between some clean laundered fresh out of the dryer warm sheets.

And those two grown men had a fight on their hands. The little boy...well, he was a fighter. A feisty and tenacious little thing.

"Leave me alone!" The child shouted as loud and as forcefully as his small lungs allowed. Just like his dad told him to do if he was ever being touched by anyone that made him feel uncomfortable. But especially by a stranger!

"Stop your squirmin boy, ain't gonna do you no good! Cause you coming with us!" The tall man said, whispering low into the little guy's ear. And the hot moistness of the man's breath made the boy's flesh crawl all over.

But, the child wasn't having any of it. Crawling flesh or not! No way was he going to get in that car without a heck of a fight. He truly was intent on giving them just as good as he got. In spite of his small size. Expressly when coming up against two large adult males.

Kicking his legs, and flinging his arms around, the little fellow was fighting with all that he had in him; more than determined not to go quietly from that very spot. It could mean a death sentence for him if he did. His dad told him so.

Michonne was so proud. "That's right Handsome, fight baby, I'm on my way," she whispered, almost in tears.

Yes, he was a fighter alright, but what could he really do up against two grown determined possible pedophiles. She needed to do something, and do something quick. There were still two traffic lights, a block and a half of empty sidewalk and deserted streets between her, those two filthy men, and her boy!

Yes he was her boy! Well...that is until he's back with his love ones. But, for now he belongs to me!

And Michonne was about to prove it so!

Patting the outside of each coat pocket, she feels for her phone. But, instead felt only the apple and the orange earlier from Andrea's gift basket. Remembering only too late that in her haste she'd left her phone back at the condo. It was in her bag on top of the desk with Walter located in the lobby. And there were beaucoup of sidewalk, stop lights, and God knows whatever else in between her and it.

After that discovery Michonne really felt like cursing, even if that was something that she really didn't do ordinarily. So she didn't. Still, that's just how flustered she felt! But why do it! What good would that have done for either one of them anyway? There was already enough obscenity out and about. So why add to it!

So what in the stank am I going to do then?

No way was she going to allow them to just take him. So Michonne began to shout and yell. Praying all the while, that someone, anyone besides those Dogs would hear her.

"Hey! …Yeah you! Put him down! You heard what I said. You-put-that-boy down-right-now!" The petite woman yelled at the top of her lungs; channeling Robby's dad's no nonsense and authoritative voice. "Let him go! NOW! Helllp!"

Michonne ran faster, if that was at all even possible anymore!

"Some-bodeee please hellllp! They're trying to steal a child here! Hellllp pleaseee!"

Both men turned and looked her way, and so did the little boy. All three had been so busy either trying to get the child in the car, or the child trying hard not to go in, that they just hadn't noticed her up until then!

"Just look," said the tall one nodding his head towards Michonne and laughed.

"I see her," answered his disheveled accomplice nervously. "Let's go, she's seen us Len. Let's just leave him alone…too much trouble! There'll be others."

"Fool, don't say my name! And nah! What's the bitch gonna do? Ain't no one around. Look! She screamin her fool little head off, and no one's bothered to even come out! Folks too busy to care! It's the Holidays...Happy Hour...take your pick, as long as it ain't them! And besides, I want him. He's pretty. Just look at those eyes. We can get a nice price once we get the fight out of him."

"But I don't like it, she could call the cops!"

"Nah...nah she ain't. Do you see a phone glued to her hand or face? It's either dead, or she don't have one on her. And, again," Len said as he looked down at Handsome. "Stop your squirmin boy, ain't gonna tell ya no mo! Whew...I'm tied."

Michonne got closer.

Len cursed and said pondering...

"We may just take her too if girlie get here before we go. What cha think? She looks like a fighter just like our little buddy here. And she's a looker! Won-der, if she's a squirmer too! Just the kind Joe and Tony likes. They can take turns. Or...even go at her together. It don't matter cause ain't nobody gonna even care, not even her once our two friends exercise all that feisty and nosiness right out of her!"

"From here she does look like she something else man!" Len's worried, but now also roused friend replied. Not forgetting to not use his friend's name this time. "Look, and she's real determined to get to him too." He nods towards the moving boy.

"I'd like to see the Black bitch try it," stated Len nastily as he continued to wrassle with the boy who was much stronger than he looked.

"Yeah, I like to see the Black bitch try," echoed Len's extremely in need of some good hygienic etiquette, but a now somewhat more confident friend. If Len say it ain't gonna happen then it ain't gonna happen.

"Look at her all prim and proper, even without shoes. Yeah Joe and Tony would really enjoy having a go at her; bringing missy down a peg or three in the process," His friend grinned. "So let the Black piece come."

"Don't call her that, and don't talk about her that way!" The boy shouted, while still trying to wiggle free. He knew what they were saying was wrong and disrespectful! He was seven years and two months old; not stupid! And then the child kicked free and on purpose gave the nasty man at his feet a hard right kick to the crouch. Causing him to suddenly let go of the boy and bend over. And then with him grabbing his wee tiny package, gave the child a nasty and indecent dirty look.

"Just you wait. I'm going to do things to you that'll take the kick right out of you boy! Guaranteed! The sweaty sour man said showing plaque coated yellow stained teeth when he spoke. And breath hot enough to turn straightened out hair nappy.

However, upon straightening up from the pain, the big man disgustingly leaned over into the little boy and licked the side of the child's face from his lower jaw upwards. That made him begin to cry, and cry hard. Something which he hadn't done up until now even though he had truly wanted to before. That lick made him feel extremely nasty all over; all at once. And then little Handsome threw-up.

The grungy man grinned with satisfaction.

The Len guy just shrugged. He and others had been telling the man forever that his breath smelled like an open outhouse in the middle of August in the heat! And the kid had just proved them all right!

Michonne saw it all! And felt her little guy's pain.

The bully! That so-in-so s.o.b of a bastard licked her Handsome she screamed inwardly! That nasty bully made my baby throw up!

Then looking down at her belly regrettably, and said, "Sorry baby. Mama's sooo sorry! I know. I should have stopped at so-and-so."

Michonne's blood was boiling and insides churning. She touched her belly and kept running.

One traffic light and half a block to go to get to him. I'm coming baby!

That lick had just taken all the fight out of her boy. And she saw him just give up when that happened.

What to do, what to do? They needed help.

Then her Gran's voice of long ago; all of a sudden, and seemingly for no feasible reason came from out of nowhere. Having popped up in her head as she got closer to the little boy and those would be abductors.

"Nothing fails but a try baby! Nothing fails but a try. Use what you have and believe God to bless it to be more than enough. Always remember this Chonnie, David was a boy who had five smooth stones. But, it only took one to get the job done! And it did! Because he believed God to make it more than enough. But-first-you-just-gotta-try; use what you have baby. And God will do the rest."

And her fruit in each pocket hit each thigh with weight as she ran on.

And an idea popped up in Michonne's head as she did. It was crazy as all out doors, but it was all that she had. She had to get Handsome away from those monsters one way or another. They've done more than enough damage to him. Gran always said to use what you have, and believe God to make it more than. She had no phone on her, and it doesn't look like anyone was coming to help.

Once again those fiends went back to what they were doing. So very bent on taking her boy off; ignoring her altogether. And that was to their disadvantage.

Michonne politely stopped, reached inside each coat pocket and brought out the two pieces of fruit; gauging with each hand which one was the heaviest. She'd found what she needed. The medium size Fuji apple was the one. It had a solid weight and just the right size for palming. And put the large navel orange back inside her coat pocket for the time being.

First she took the stance. The one that she'd been taught to do by her father every Saturday if his work permitted it. Rain or shine, hot or cold, it was him and Michonne on a baseball mound. Or just out in their backyard with her pitching to him, or throwing into a net. And when it got too bad either way they'd go to the indoor sports center. Michonne loved it; so much more at the time than she did any old dance class. Which was Emmagene Rènald's alternative activity for her daughter to coincide with her husband and their love fest of baseball. And Raymond Rènald's very lofty dreams when it came to Michonne and her prodigy of a pitching arm.

This went on from the time Michonne was about six, until they left for France just shy of her fourteenth birthday.

Raymond Rènald's baby girl had a very good arm, and he was bent on cultivating that talent no matter what. Especially if baseball ever allowed women in the Major Leagues then they'd be set! And no one could tell the man and his daughter anything different. Not even her mother. Well that was true until that dancing bug hit Michonne in earnest while they were in Paris. Then Raymond Rènald being left with no said baseball prodigy thought hard about adopting himself a boy!

Secondly, she prayed hurriedly while holding the weighty apple up in the air. "Oh God please bless and enable this to hit its mark and knock that nasty fool straight out! Thank you and Amen."

And thirdly, Michonne stood with her feet apart just so, and at the right angle. She then leans straight into her right leg, lifts and rotates the left one up and then out with her right arm following suit after it left her chest. Throwing the fruit hard with a forward thrust, Michonne releases it from her right hand with an exactness of force. Executing what she deemed to be a perfect four seam fastball. Taking quite a bit into account considering it wasn't done with a ball at all! But with a mighty edible healthy treat. An apple!

A Fuji Apple and Baseball. One of Japan's most delicious exports. And the other a favorite pastime import. Just like it is in the good ole US of A! Both did the job, and was more than enough with God's help!

And that lovely and tasty object sliced through the cold downtown Atlanta, Georgia air without a bother and hit its mark the same way. With-out-a-bother. Felling that nasty looking grimy man like a rotted out tree in the middle of a forest. And no one heard him fall either. Not even his friend standing nearby just feet away!

Thank you Lord, Gran, and Dad.

And Michonne silently fist pump the air in front of her with glee, and then took off again running at top speed. Bringing out that other piece of fruit in her pocket as she did.

Immediately the man felt the impact of the fruit fastball as it smacked right-dab straight under the base of his skull, right at the top of his pudgy short neck. And that hard penetrating hit caused him to lose all control of his unwashed limbs. Straightway he let go of the child's feet once again.

There was so much pain; too much pain. Stunned and unable to speak, his vision blurred, his arms went limp, and knees got weak. And the man was scared too! Just like he imagine the little boy that he'd licked earlier was!

What's happening to me?

One minute he was helping his friend Len place the now passive and docile little boy in the backseat of Len's waiting vehicle. And now he couldn't even control his body anymore! Something was seriously wrong! But, what?

Suddenly his knees buckled. They were no longer able to hold his weight. And with very little sound, both of them and him hit the cold hard concrete sidewalk with a soft thud. Causing the almost unconscious man to fall on his side in a deformed misshapen capital "G" manner as his vision slowly faded towards complete darkness. Happily for Michonne it was surely not before his unfocusing eyes spied the cause of his current two problems. Her and the moving apple.

Ironically, the same kind of fruit that many have said got Adam in a whole lot of trouble too? And it also was delivered by a woman. The only difference, Adam saw his apple coming. Whereas, Nasty didn't! And it rightly so being the very last thing that the man saw as it rolled by, and had him wondering before all things went total black for him…

What the fu-?

Len with his back to the man hadn't noticed that his friend was in trouble, or that anything was wrong until the child suddenly became much heavier than before. Causing Michonne's little Handsome to slide out from under Len's arm as he tried holding him with just the one while attempting to open the door to his car with his other hand.

"Dan, what's your problem? A little help would be greatly appreciated here!" Len said peeved. "I only got two arms and two hand here, and until currently they all were preoccupied!"

Turning around to face the man and to give him what for. Len catches sight of his friend who was now down on the sidewalk, and looking as if he was totally out of it. Maybe, that's because the slobbering fool lying on his side was! He'd just been mercilessly introduced to that more than enough! Michonne and her Fuji apple.

But before Len could finish his question of "Dan, what the fu-?" His vision became clouded by an immediate orange blur that hit him when he looked up after someone yelled, "Hey you!" Len like stupid looked up. And he too become acquainted with God's more than enough in the form of another one of Michonne's fruits. A navel orange by way of Andrea, and a grateful client. It hit that fool number two straight in the face. Front and center; a direct hit! That thrown throw had been packed with such force that it not only broke the man nose, but gave him an automatic black eye too!

Len staggered back a bit, as he instinctively covered his offended member with both hands.

Blood gushed from the stunned man's broken and crooked nose. Painting the lower half of his face, both hands, and the front of his shirt. Then he straightened up slighty. The pain made his ears ring. It was unbearable. And that gave Michonne just what she needed, his attention elsewhere; specially on himself and not his surroundings. Totally obvious to her coming assault; leaving it just too late for the man to react for a second time in one night.

Running full force, fast and hard, Michonne came up to the almost helpless and incapacitated Len already blinded by an overload of pain, and delivered a second blow to his currently injured and very tender face. Hitting him once more; straight in his nose, but this time with the heel of her right hand and pushed upward. Then Michonne finishes the tall man off with a perfectly placed en pointe kick.

It was expertly aimed, carefully and with skill dispatched directly to his wittle pride and joy with such incredible force, that it bent upward. The very thing which God had equipped him with for the use of making babies, and pleasing a woman with would doubtfully be usable for much of anything else except to pee. And that will be done backwards towards the front of the man's upper thigh. Never ever for assaulting anyone else with; especially a child!

Len in complete agony grabs his bleeding nose with one hand and his aching on fire numb to the touch crouch with the other. He, like his friend falls knocked kneed down on both of them and then on his side; wishing that he too like Dan was out cold! Because the pain in both areas was way too unbearable to be conscious. And besides, it's best to be unconscious when you being a grown man and having had soiled yourself. It's was bad enough to be dealing with that when he began to heave. The smell of oranges always made Len sick! And the pain made it impossible to even move away from his own filth!

However, feisty Michonne wasn't near done yet! She turned back around again and delivered the very same dish to Len's unconscious buddy twice!

"Mess with my boy! Will you! Now-you-lick-this!" She said through perfectly gritted teeth.

Michonne deliciously met out and gave a whole new meaning to kicking a man when he's down to the pervert. Which she did literally and with precision. Kicking him twice in his groan. And that second time did something.

The man groaned, even though he was dead to the world, and out for the count. And Michonne groaned too. Sure she'd broken something. Like maybe her big toe!

"Ouch!" She mouths to herself. And then thought how proud Madame Chaussè would be of her with that kick! "Dittos, and thanks for dance classes Mother." Michonne said out loud.

Ignoring the pain in her foot, she turned back again and was about to stepped over the moaning fellow to get to her little guy when she was abruptly hit in her middle. It was him, her little Handsome. He had already gotten up from the sidewalk and rushed straight into his lone rescuer's arms with a soft thud. Heavily stepping on top of and over Len; giving the man more pain to deal with in the process just to get to Michonne. Encircling his smalls arms around Michonne's a little thick waist as best he could and began to cry in earnest some more.

The baby moved. Him or her was making itself known. Not to be forgotten by its mother. The little boy and Michonne both felt it when he or she did. A first shared by all three.

And after feeling it Michonne's little Handsome looked up at her through his tear stained blue eyes and asked her innocently...

"Are you hungry too?"

She smiled while looking down at him and shook her head.

"No, strangely I'm not. Handsome." Michonne replied back. Lovingly swiping long brown hair away from his eyes.

And then Handsome buried his face deep into Michonne's middle and held on to her tight.