A/N: Hey, it's been a while and I just wanted to say hello and thank you so very much to all of you who have read, are still reading, lefted reviews or not (it's still all good) follows, or have made this story a favorite. It was and still is appreciated that you have, and that you've so graciously given this work in progress a chance and some of you precious time. Here's hoping you enjoy reading this new update too.
Shunnie
Chapter 10
Black Friday: part 2
"It's a really good thing you did call even though the cuts may have looked superficial, you see some of them weren't," said Michonne's friend Nurse Rosemary Mills as she delicately placed the last three pieces of surgical tape across the last three of the deepest wounds located in the palm of Sheriff Grimes's injured hand. "That's why I use both stitches and tape to make sure that everything held together nicely."
"Does it hurt bad Dad," asked a concerned Carl and the nurse's little helper?
"Naw son not now, but it probably will soon as the pain medication wears off," answered his smiling parent.
"See,...and that's why I called a professional for-a-professional o-pin-ion," smirked the self-vindicated Michonne as she swung those long lean and shapely legs of hers just so while she and Munchie sat contently on top of one of the marble kitchen countertops right across from the very attentive Sheriff who noticed without fail just how those black skin tight leggings did nothing except accentuate them perfectly.
"I'm a professional," proclaimed the man while trying hard to look and sound hurt, but was given away immediately by the merriment evident in his blue eyes as he smiled back at the young woman anyway.
"Yep...yes you are, in Law Enforcement Mr. Sir!" was Michonne's cheeky answer as she replied back with a roll of her eyes then giggled in the process; a cute and adorable little action that caused the Sheriff to uncharacteristically giggle too, and that in turned lefted both locking eyes a tad way too long with Ro the nurse discreetly paying close attention.
And Michonne with the enjoying of what was in her field of vision (they both were) a bit later finally found her capability of speech again, and then continued with her gloat.
"I knew that it was better to be on the side of safe than sorry, especially when dealing with your dominant hand," she said playfully with a wide grin. "As I said earlier...can't have anything bad happening to it, who'd make all those delicious and tasty after Thanksgiving Day breakfast sandwiches that you are so good at? Yooou know...the ones your son already loves with a passion, and now that includes meee tooo!" And knowing that she'd said that last part rather slower than intended and with too much enthusiasm, Michonne quickly covered with a "Would hate to have that kind of special technique a loss to the entire world due to a big dose of your stubbornness now would we?" Hopefully that little statement would be enough to save her bacon, because the sure enough embarrassed girl was hoping real hard inside that no one caught her little unintentional slip of her tongue then smiled rather reservedly.
But no such luck, the Sheriff had and was now blushing and smiling with eyes all a sparkly all over the place.
Oh no, the jig is up, she thought to herself. And that unwelcomed development caused Michonne to blush herself even though it was a black girl's version. That man looking back at her made the flushed young woman feel all raw, open, and then naked too!
Whew, and a oh my goodness, it's-those-eyes-of-his!
And the usually cool as a cucumber Michone Rènald began to perpsire. They had her hot all over with it seeming as if he could see all the way through to her soul, and with her having nothing else left to hide-but...!
And unbeknownst to Michonne those same Sheriff's eyes had Ro feeling the very exact way as she closely watched him observing her friend intensely, and could do nothing but muse over them as well as some of his other glorious attributes for sure!
Oh wow those things are nothing but deadly, she thought. Not to mention Mr. Fine and TOTALLY Al-right's slender fingers too! I bet those hands of his can do a whole lot more than just make a delicious and tasty sandwich to chew on! And the affected nurse knew full well if given half the chance she'd be game for almost anything with the gentleman (if only he'd asked). And just who wouldn't; they'd be stupid if they would not, because Rosemary Mills knew that she herself surely would be a much more than willing party to get into some all kinds of hot sinful troubles with said hottie, but sadly it wasn't her that Sheriff Grimes was looking at all adoringly, just an extremely fortunate Michonne. Then the observant woman with an inward sigh begin to gently wrap the lawman's injured hand in gauze for protection.
Since first coming down to see after the man's injury, Ro Mills has made it her mission to quietly take great note of both Michonne and her handsome house quest. From listening intently to their conversations as they'd go back and forth, either making the other smile or just plain burst out loud laughing, to watching them conversate without nary a word but just a look, or sometimes only with a nod of the head which stunned as well as amazed her. Because watching those two interacting together was really quite a sight to behold. There was an extreme ease and cuteness about them that could not be explained, and that went for the little guy too! It was as if all three had been made specifically for the other, and that Michonne had found what was truly hers-her family.
And at yesterday's employees Thanksgiving Day celebration, the three had been the swirl of topic all evening long where the Sheriff and his good looks took center stage, along with what a lovely fit they all made. And naturally when it comes to gossip and to the listening of it, a very conscientious Rosemary Joy Mills always tries very hard to ignore it mind you...yeah right! Just like the sistah tried ignoring the fact that the man was as fine as wine from the very first time she laid eyes on him; because she surely as stank didn't- never could, nor was it ever gonna happen that she would! And that was only because she didn't want to.
The lawman who'd definitely left quite the impression on all of those ladies fortunate enough to have met him earlier yesterday has unwittingly gone and done the very same exact thing to Florence Nightingale herself the day after. And in all honesty their talk just didn't do the man that much justice, because it took seeing for Rosie to really believing. That's why when the nurse did see him with her own two peepers knew she would have definitely had no problem missing that meal either. Especially if it meant spending that time with the delectable Mr. Do Right himself, because the gent, hot dog it is truly a gorgeous work of art, and that's without him trying to be, or having a clue that it is even a factor with him. A real easy on the eyes specimen with those gleamy blue orbs, coupled with that sexy slightly shader in salt and pepper beard helped the upset girl see precisely just what all the fuss had been about.
And the inquisitive woman also wondered if her friend or her friend's guest really had a clue, or even knew what was going on between the two of them themselves, and how that look that they were sharing affected things and those around them? Because it was as if all of a sudden whatever was happening between them had caused the whole atmosphere in the kitchen to suddenly changed into an electrically charged something that was more than just sexual tension, which was certainly there, but doubt they'd ever own up to. But whatever that certain thing is, it is without a doubt a very something special that Ro really couldn't quite put a name to, or place the uniqueness of but knew that it was, and that it was a real real. Then after realizing that she herself felt lefted out, a rather kind of jealous Rosemary did something not so covertly to get some of that attention too!
"A-hem," she said loudly clearing her throat and then thought, Seriously, that man can lock me up in his jail any old time he wants-all day 'erday! And that for sure as long as he comes for a personal visit from time to time, or just a slow long walk by!
Uh-oh, thought both the Sheriff and Michonne, they'd been caught. And the two quickly but begrudgingly gave the pushy woman what she craved the most at that time-some recognition. And the Sheriff did all the speaking while Michonne stayed silent, and looked rather embarrassed as if she'd just gotten caught doing a naughty no-no.
"Well Nurse Mills," said the extremely handsome man sheepishly, but only after having cleared his throat too out of nervousness. "Ahhh...and how much do I owe you for coming down here to see after this little mishap of mine?" All the while the Sheriff boyishly held up his neatly wrapped up injured hand as he sat across from the woman while trying hard to used a voice that sounded normal but was anything else but, and betrayed by eyes that helped him miss the mark miserably outright at playing off his and the lovely Miss Rènald's little exclusive juncture in time.
"Well…Sheriff," began a totally satisfied and amused Miss Mills as she looked back at him knowing full well by the man's flushed cheeks that he knew that she'd caught them in their secret moment of whatever said. "Not a thang, not even a chicken wang Mr. Sheriff sir, because any friend of Michonne Rènald's is certainly a yada, yada, yada of mine. It's all good and on the house too!"
Then Ro thought, Wondered if Mike knows about the two as she became busy digging around inside her medical bag; diligently looking for something special to give to her little assistant for his helping her out with the tape cutting. And just like that she did, bringing out a Green Apple Blow Pop with the intent of offering it to the child; it just happens to be one of an array of treats that the nurse always keeps in her bag in abundance for a mighty rambunctious nephew; a little somethin' somethin' which just happened to be a necessity for peace when his dad, her brother is not around.
Then smiling, Ro with treat in hand sat and waited patiently until her little aide asked Sheriff Grimes if he could.
"Can I Dad?" the little boy requested.
"Yes you can, and remember your manners son," his father said with a loving admonishment.
"Thank you, Dr. Ro," singsung Carl as he all happily reached for what were now a handful of treats with no one correcting him about her handle either, especially Rosemary who thought the child to be so cute and precious.
What a breath of fresh air that boy is; totally a different lot from Robby.
Then the nurse smiling handed the candies over and just said "You are so welcome, now share with your dad and Michonne. Ok!"
"Ok," replied the boy as he happily handed each adult their choice of the candies before running off to join the pups, who by now were impatiently waiting in the other room and had been that way the whole time he was away.
And with having said their thanks Sheriff Grimes lovingly with care placed his candy which was a small row of bubble gum in the upper chest pocket of his shirt for his boy later, because unlike his son and their host, the man wasn't much of a lover of candy and such. While Michonne on the other hand still lightly swinging those lovely legs, and deep in thought delicately opened hers (a Green Apple Blow Pop too) ever so precisely with long svelte fingers, and slowly placing the confection pass those luscious lips of hers began to suck all innocently. Then to the watching Sheriff's surprise, the young woman with pillowy soft lips now situated just so around the candy's green bulbous head popped the glistening thing right out of her mouth, took a long taste of it with a lick like it was a popcicle, looked at it once more and began that whole intolerable procedure for some all back over again.
Sheriff Grimes then swallows, and does it real hard.
The poor man having witnessed that whole process from start to finish was now experiencing a rather mighty hot flash of his own that made the air around him feel thick with a sensation that he hadn't felt in years! One that lifted him tented with enthusiasm and he in turn respectfully force himself to look elsewhere as Miss Rènald did that suck, pull, and lick thang again with gusto. And as highly agitated as the man obviously was, he was also an extremely glad one too! Giving thanks to the Good Lord above that he hadn't anywhere else to get up and go to at that very exact moment, if he had...
Nurse Mills still taking note, recognized the Sheriiff's upper reaction (that red tint of his cheeks and ears) to Michonne's enjoying of her lolli; guessed the rest and smiled. He was not only done for, but cute while being that way too! Now she really wanted to know if Mike knew about the hunky guy or not, because if he didn't she'd gladly pay a whole month's salary just to be there when that smirky face fool becomes enlightened, and oh so hipped to the two. The shocked look on his face alone would certainly be worth every penny paid.
And with her job there done, and having had been thoroughly entertained and quite stimulated, a pleased slightly envious but in a good way Ro Mills stood up and said her adieu by asking Michonne to walk her out, which her friend did gladly. And while the two made their way down the hall to the front door gave instructions concerning the care of the Sheriff's hand, and the management of any pain which he would no doubt eventually experience once the meds did wear off.
"First start him off with one Advil per direction on the bottle, and that should be enough, but if the pain persist give him two. However, if the wounds begins to swell, turn red, or get all pusy go to the emergency room immediately because there could be something that I have missed but-not likely, so no worries! And make sure that he uses the hand as little as possible-that is as long as the stitches are in, and also keep it dry and gauzed. I did leave some on the counter top for ya, and then in about a week the Sheriff needs to go to his regular doctor to have those stiches pulled. Remember, that's most important, wouldn't want... A-HEM…anything impeding that good sandwich making hand of his now do we?" Ro said smiling devilishly.
And Michonne suddenly with rather heavy eyelids blushed uncontrollably. Yep, Ro had been paying attention all the time-the stinker, she thought grimly while in the midst of her unfortunate plight.
And Rosemary Mills now on a roll and knowing it, slinked right up next to her knocked off guard friend just before walking out of the now open door. No way was she through with her.
"Now I see why you missed yesterday's celebration-it was that Sheriff in there wasn't it?...Yum! And let the truth be told I would have done the very same thing too!" she said watching Michonne's every last reaction, and that was definitely a hoot in itself! "Now let me just make this clear she continued. "I ain't hate'n pre se, just appreciate'n God's mighty handy work, which he has so graciously sent your way.
"You know when HE thought of that man in there you where in mind, and me and some of the other ladies are kinda jealous, wishing it was us instead spending all that qual-i-ty time with that tasty treat of a all blue eyed, curly hair dish who's just waiting for your swift and prompt return.
"You know I heard all about him through the grapevine yesterday, but talk sometimes is just that-talk, and can leave one feeling so...so...oh...balsè. But now that I've seen him with my own peeps, all I have to say is...you go girl!"
And with Michonne stupefied, a satisfied all smiley Ro happily lefted her friend and downstairs neighbor standing there in the middle of the young woman's door plenty shocked and mouth hanging wide open as she walked to the elevator laughing.
Stunned and almost unable to process her friend's brazen implications, and also having forgotten her training as a lawyer, Michonne fast but not swift enough got her bearings back and did two things; first, closed her mouth and then the other...found her voice, but no Ro was there to set straight. The woman had gone and was just about to step inside the elevator when she heard a whispery...
"It's not even like that RJ, I…I…we...we we're…, I just prepared dinner down here instead-all totally innocently... and all totally for Handsome-honest!" Michonne said protesting way too much in a very loud but hushed tone. Because what she had to say was for her now-real-soon-to-be ex-friend's ears to hear only; the neighbors, Handsome, nor his dad needn't be privy to this way, way, off topic. It was embarrassing enough to have to explain things to Rosemary so that she could stop the rumors with Michonne's own truths.
But Rosemary still being an undisquised and unapologetic devil didn't see it that way, and not so politely yelled back a reply to Michonne's weak denial while holding the elevator doors back just long enough to say her piece.
"Okay my friend, just who are you trying to convince..., me or yourself? I know what the truth is...I've watched it for the last two whole hours! Now it's your turn to own it!"
And just like that, the nurse let go of the elevator doors and was gone before Michonne could even give a stellar retort back. And then just like that the flustered Michonne let go of her front door; softly closing it as she did and then began mulling over some things during her unhurried walk back with her mind squarely on her-boys.
Oh no! Uh-uh...nope, can't think like that, she thought totally staggered. Now that's just great! Ro and her nonsensical nonsense is trying to pollute my common sense thinking when it comes to the Sheriff, because the only thing that's going on between the two of us in this condo is his and my loving on our boy-period, not the other way around!
And her and the nurse's whole conversation has lefted Michonne at a lost with her wondering how in the world could the inquisitive friend even think that let alone say such a thing out loud when she and Sheriff Grimes's have only known each other less than four days, no matter what Ro says she saw that was supposely going on between her and him. Besides, in the whole grand scheme of things all that really matters is that Handsome is already hers, and she as well is certainly his and has been from day one with everything and anyone else being a secondary happening if ever.
Then for no particular reason at all the young woman allowed her will to wonder, and with that thang roaming freely-guess what? Her unawares inclinations went straightway to Sheriff Grimes and that was without no hesitation at all. Causing Michonne to think with some satisfaction, Well he is..., and that's as far as the lawyer's pondering on the subject of him got before quickly chickening out; daring not to even go there but smiled widely instead, and delightedly doing it gladly without her having even realized that it was a happening.
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And still oblivious of that brilliant beam of a smile, a radiant Michonne slowly came to the end of the hallway, stepped into the open area, sensed a change and lost the thing. Obviously there had been a drastic shift in the atmosphere to do so, because a heaviness now hung in the air that hadn't been there before she left, and she hadn't even been gone all of ten whole minutes!
What could have happened?
Then looking around she noticed that both her boy and his dad each seemed to be in a precarious mood; a whole world of their own. The Sheriff was now sitting at her banqette with his head held down and shoulders slumped, while their boy stood looking longingly out of the living room windows with the four puppies faithfully sitting at his heels doing the same. And Michonne knew why the Sheriff's demeanor had probably changed, he no doubt was concerned about his ex-wife's visit, and Monday's hearing, but mostly his ex-wife. And when it came to her Handsome, she figured that he was somehow feeding off of his dad's anxiety which was inadvertently affecting the child in a despondent way.
Now that will never ever do!
Michonne also knew exactly what had to be done; a woman on a mission just like she hadn't been on one earlier, but this time it was for the sake of both her boy and his dad's well-being.
But first things first...
Walking into the kitchen the determined counselor went straight to the cabinet for a glass, filled it with water, and then opened up a drawer were the Advil lay; retrieved it, then with purpose took both items over to the lawman. And immediately upon stepping right in front of him was sadly exposed to more than a boat load of recognizable hurt as the man slowly looked her way.
The look on the Sheriff's face (forlorn and dejected) the raw telltale sign of a deep unhealed emotional wound. A despairing combination of both past and present pain along with an unbridled uncertainty which shamefully had begun dulling the brightness of his beautiful blue eyes. And that look made Michonne want to cry for him, but silently she offered the water and a pill instead which Sheriff Grimes took gladly, nodding his thanks and thought, How in the world did she even know that that was exactly what I needed. The ache in his hand was now joining all the other aggravating things trying real hard to give him all kinds of fits. At least with the medicine his hand pain will now be one less persistent problem for a while anyway.
And with the Sheriff taken care of for now Michonne made her way over to her boy and whispered something into her little guy's ear ear that had the child smiling all bright with delight from ear to ear, and said, "For real?" And nodding back to him in return she smiled and said, "Yes, Handsome for real!" And then the friends both went their prospective way. Michonne minus the little detour to the Sheriff, while her Handsome walked straight back to the couch with his four four legged company, sat down and began watching cartoons once more.
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Focused and with one goal in mind, the very graceful young lady slid effortlessly into the seat directly across from Sheriff Grimes. And when he looked her way Michonne was nearly tempted to take ahold of the man's hand into her own but didn't. Uh-uh, she thought as she looked back into those eyes. No distractions. And then she began with...
"I hope you do know that you are not alone in any of this-right?" She said as directly as she could under the circumstances with him keenly watching her and all.
And the Sheriff mesmerized searched the young attorney's face wondering, How could she have even known where his mind had just been, and knew just the right words to say and things to do just when it's needed? But he said nothing except to continue gazing back at her, and nodded yes?
"I know that it is Andrea's job to fight for you in court and to win," Michonne continued. "And besides it being my job to be the best advocate that I can be for our little guy in there, it's also mine's at this moment to see to it that you are mentally prepared among other things for both the visit, and the hearing so that you are able to fight for our Handsome in and outside of court since Andrea is not here to help you with that too, because both events will be tools used to judged you by also; especially tomorrow's! So now let's you and me sit here and figure it all out before your exes visit, and Monday's hearing... okay?"
And Richard Grimes the Sheriff who'd been exactly where he now is when it came to Carl and Lori, and him and his son having come out on the losing end of that particular deal felt for some inexplicable reason that he was more than able to believed the lovely young woman sitting right across from him when she said that he was not along in this tussle with Lori over their son, and that they would figure it all out. And that's solely because she'd said so.
And this time his boy's father not only gave a nod of his head but a strongly said "Okay" with a great deal of real trust there.
Then once more for a tiny while the counselor and the Sheriff just sat there looking back at the other; neither having a want or need to speak nor break the pull of their silence. But unfortunately for both Michonne did just that-broke the allure of their quietness with her smile as she went on with more of her declaration of facts; some known, and some not.
"Andrea is the best at what she does. And when it comes to her clients, there are no butts too big, or too important that she won't kick, and enjoy herself immensely during the process of the kicking! That woman was born with a fight gene already pre-programed into her DNA," Michonne said to the man looking back at her with eyes bothering the girl's ability to concentrate. "And...ah...you...you do know that our firm lose very few cases?"
Sheriff Grimes who hadn't taken his eyes off of the young woman not once was enjoying himself tremendously in spite of the circumstances smiled and said in a low husky tone, "No I didn't."
And Michonne blushes real hard real good.
"Yeah, that's just how we roll," she continued flushed. "And our Uncle Henry knows more than quite a few powerful and influential people too! Then there's our boy Handsome. You do know that he is and will always be on your side no matter what! So if you will, please tell me about you and your ex-wife's last battle concerning our sweet boy."
And Sheriff Grimes was taken aback a whole lot by the sharp-witted Miss Rènald's directness with her implementing the word battle to describe what had gone on between he and Lori, as well as the young lawyer's canniness whether she knowing it or not had definitely exposed the whole ugly truth of the matter that Rick Grimes could no longer deny but embrace, because the struggle that he had been up against when facing Lori with her father's backing had truly been a fight. A turmoilous lopsided devastating conflict that lefted the man an unwitted and an unwilling enemy combatant while Carl's collateral the only winners in the whole cabul of sorts being William C. Harrison, his Bunny Lori, and Shane Walsh.
And with the father now facing that same crew with that very exact same agenda all over in a fight for his child that neither he nor Carl could again afford to lose with the only outcome acceptable for them both is to win this battle and to win it decisively. Because the more than tenacious Richard Zane Grimes IIIV when it comes to his boy surely does not intend for him or his son to ever be short changed or separated from the each other ever again!
And for almost an hour, Michonne now with Grimes v Grimes in hand listened intently to the Sheriff as he went through the Hellish litany of all the things used against him in order to take his boy almost completely away from him. And when he'd finished she asked the emotionally wrunged out lawman one simple question, but already knew exactly what needed to be done.
"Sheriff what did you wear during the whole hearing?"
And taken aback again, "My Sheriff's uniform," the man with a bewildered look answered. "My attorney thought that it showed stability compared to Lori and Shane."
Michonne not one for deprecating another fellow attorney's courtroom strategies treaded very carefully when speaking again.
"Well Sheriff, I can see that as being a plus, but as I've gone through your divorce courtroom transcripts it has become quite clear that one of you strongest attributes was clearly used against you...your line of work. You ex-wife's lawyer used it as an unfair weapon, and by you wearing your work uniform no matter how official it was, only solidified her side's argument that your job would always take precedence over the well-being of Handsome. But we're going to rectify that issue right now with one phone call to a family friend who has helped out more than one of our clients get ready for court." But Michonne quickly changed that to and friends get ready for court, because the man was truly just that-now a friend.
"And his name is Lance Amondè, who's one of the most saught after Couturier of Menswear in all of Atlanta, "finished the studious young lady who had the man on speed dial.
However, just as Michonne was about to make that call on the Sheriff's behalf, their boy walked into the kitchen and sidle right up next to the him; so badly did the child want his father's attention, he's waited far long enough, his cartoon had gone off and Michonne told him to wait until then. Besides, the ingenious child even had the foresight to watch another one and counted to one hundred twice afterwards just to make sure the adults had finished with their talk.
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"Excuse me," said the boy as politely and well-mannered as the excited little child knew how. "Ah... Dad, Michonne is taking the puppies out so that they can run around in the park across the street for a while and said if it's ok with you I can go too!"
And Carl's dad without hesitation or fanfare looked at his boy and said, "No son-I don't think so. You stay here with me."
And the child's state of excitement along with his anticipation dropped low below his knees with his face mirroring the disappointment and Michonne's flabbergastation along with her Munchie's annoyance (who'd been relatively quiet and a rather good baby up until then).
"Aw, Dad! Pleaseee! Michonne will be there, and will take real good care of me like always! I'll be really safe with her!" said their boy as articulated as he could with his voice exposing that big dose of raw hurt. "Besides, she needs me to help out! A broken BIG TOE plus four running puppies equals an... You-know-it-ain't-gonna-happen-without-a-me for real!" Which was all expertly done with superb hand, arms, and head action by the desperate child to help express his besides himself fraught point of view.
And Michonne so very silent would have laughed at her Handsome's antics with his lively animated body gestures just so that he could prove a point, but was simply too distracted and disturbed by the Sheriff's attitude and reaction concerning her with him to do so!
"Yes, yes, son I know that," said the dad diplomatically. "Miss Rènald has, and I believe she always will make sure that you are safe, but right now I still want you to stay here with me until she and the puppies come back. Ok!"
"Yeah Daad...but still...whyyyyy?" whined his mighty confused boy.
Michonne quite bewildered herself just sat there in courtroom mode, with her courtroom face on as she both watched and listened intensely to what was going on between father and son as the two went back and forth with their non private little confab. The woman who was wholly surprised while not close to being angry, but all the same certainly near a whole lot more than peeved couldn't quite believe what she was hearing though thought almost the very exact some thing too!
Yeah Dad! And why not Dad, because I-want-to-know too Dad! And her Munchie boldly seconded that with a strong move of its butt to its mother's spine as if to say Yeah...yeah me three, I want to know the answer to that question myself Dad!
Oooh ouch, Michonne twitched as her little stinker seemed to make its opinion on the matter known as well, and Sheriff Grimes frowned slightly after taking notice of that out of the corner of his eye.
Hadn't she's proven herself to the man as well as to the whole world that her Handsome can be trusted with her. Has she not, because there were two pieces of fruit, and two crooks felled by said fruit with God's help to keep their boy safe and sound, along with a missing pair of thirty-seven hundred dollar bought on sale Beige Chirstian Louboutin booties that would beg to differ! And the well ruffled sister was getting hotter by the moment just thinking about that; quite near to the boiling over point even, and was just about to ask some strong questions of her own and would not be a bit shy about it when showing the Sheriff just how an irate black girl's opposite of calm gets when she isn't! And Munchie too!
But something truly miraculous happened to save the man's legged be-hind...
The Sheriff with those mesmerising pools of azul turns fully ever so smoothly, looked at her (mercy), and asked a question himself.
"Do you really want to know why I feel the way that I do?"
"Yeah Dad," said Carl getting in where he could fit in to bring his dad's attention back away from Michonne but directly straight to him, because he was the subject. And the woman in question demeanor never changed once but thought, Yeah...yeah...yeah Dad, pray tell and please do!
"Well son it's quite simple," the lawman said nearly smiling. "I wasn't invited too."
Then there was an inaudible pause of Oh my goodness, along with an Oh no he didn't as Michonne with the Rick's eyebrow and irritation processed what had just been said and allowed herself to be thoroughly irked.
And that was followed promptly by Carl's...
"Aww Dad, you know you can come. It wouldn't be any fun without you!" the relieved child breathed out
The boy's father smiled.
"Thank you, and that's really sweet and nice of you son, but my answer is still no!"
And his son's pain was back.
"And why not Dad?" Carl asked hurt again.
Then the Sheriff once more looked over at the still quiet and reserved Miss Rènald in her mode, and him with his resolute gaze.
"Because Miss Rènald's still hasn't said that I could," announced the smirky man with eyes now dancing merrily with sexy mischief and was done.
"Oh, Dad. You know that Michonne doesn't care!" replied the child now breathing a very happy sigh of relief once more."
However, still with no reaction from the lady one way or the other both father and son simultaneously flashed her a lovely toothy grin with their matching ocean blue eyes that grab hold of the girl's heart tight! And Michonne their beautiful center in spite of everything could not help but smiled back at the two cuties even though she has some very, very choice words for the Sheriff in the soon near future, but for right now her Handsome's happiness was all that mattered, and his father's comeuppance would have to wait but can also rest assure that that particular door he's tampered with is now opened and swings both ways with Miss Michonne Rènald absolutely being the only one doing the pushing!
And the woman still kinda sort of displeased with the man purposely left Sheriff Grimes hanging by acknowledging her boy only.
"Handsome," Michonne said lovingly.
"Ma'am," he answered back just as lovingly with anticipation.
"Well my heart, it seems that you my dear, me, and the pups are going to the park after all, "she said out loud but thought, Your father so full of jokes-I don't know but then just by chance maaay-be. "Now go get dressed my man and make sure that you pick a long sleeve shirt and one of those heavy sweaters to go under your new coat; don't forget socks, gloves and a cap either, it's really cold out."
"For real?" replied the now cheerful young man before running off to do as he was told. Still, their Michonne hadn't personally invited his dad to come along with them to the park but the die had been cast either way, and Carl knew without a doubt Handsome was going even if his dad wasn't! Because Michonne with a "For real" of her own, a head nod, and that smile of hers made everything kosher. Reaffirming one of the many truths about her that the child already knew to be so; she always had his back no matter what and front too!
And with just the two of them lefted sitting there all alone Sheriff Grimes still waiting could no longer wait no mo' broached the million dollar question.
"Wellll-am I, or am I not invited?" inquired the mischievous man not knowing how to leave well enough alone coupled with that abundance of handsomeness all aglow that he had going on made the girl's everything flutter. But certainly not enough mind you for her to loose the determination to hold her ground, and she did quite well thank you, because as it went a still not really pleased, and kinda sorta pissed Miss Rènald paid him no mind as she moved to get up, however though a most purposefully on point, and downright sultry Michonne sure did as the man gently took hold of her hand to stop the titillating and exotic young woman from doing so without giving him his answer first.
And her with an open look met the Sheriff's beautiful blue eyes straight on as she unhurriedly and with great pleasure began to paint the man's pretty face with the slow glide of her big soulful brown one as if it were canvas, and they the brush with Michonne in the end almost nearly getting lost in the process before finially resting them ever so carefully on those come-hitter no doubt for sure kissable pink lips of his, and right quickly back up to his eyes again. Then with a slow and surely on purpose (not an innocent act at all and was not meant to be) moistened her full still pouty, and rather inviting lips with just the edge of her tongue pushed upward and then pushed back as so to deliver with ease her deep, smooth, and throaty loaded one word answer of...
"Always."
Then while still looking at the absorbed and totally stunned man, Michonne continued with her exit; slowly getting up from the table, and with a very pronounced swing of her hips sahayed away (a broken big toe limp and all) with a more than satified smirk thinking, Upset my boy and Munchie will ya, you mess with them, you so definitely have messed with me! And the equally satified little baby (just like it's big brother Handsome was) quickly settled down so very good in its mother's comfy womb because there was no need not to be. Everything and that certain someone had been well handled in a very unique way-their Mama's own.
And Mr. Rick Grimes sho' nough thrown for a big loop mouth went dry.
So completely and utterly dazed was the man as he watched the extremely potent young woman walk away; straight out of the kitchen, straight out of his line of sight, but surely no where near straight out of his mind as the air surrounding him much like earlier suddenly began to warm thick and intense with that always nameable excitement. The very same intoxicating heat that made every inch of skin above the Sheriff's neck flushed bright red, and then that below his waistline an implement of destruction just rearing to break free and able to do some very well done and placed damage, but in an extremely waaay more than capable very good way. And unfortunately once more again, leaving him totally helpless and quite ashamed against what that frenzied feverishness has produced (twice in one day); embarrassment brought on by a throbbing lower half of self that lately seems equipped with a more than determined mind of its own, and quite bent on showing itself off in more than one way.
"Come on now! Really! What am I fifteen a-gain?" mused the openly frustrated thirty-seven year old man to himself.