p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"strongLittle Rickie/strong/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick." Michonne gasped hoarsely, her fingers threaded through my hair holding me in place. As if I wanted to be anywhere else. Holding her thighs apart my tongue delved deeper, consuming every drop of her excitement. I wanted to slide my hands under her, squeeze her full hips and drag her closer to my mouth but she had a habit of trapping my head between her legs. Instead, I slid two fingers into her channel while pulling her clit between my lips./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"There wasn't a sound sweeter than Michonne calling out my name as I pleasured her. I could listen to her moans all day on repeat. Her pussy greedily swallowed my fingers and my cock wept for the warm, wet, tight feeling my fingers were objected to. I curved them, moving them in and out of her. I already caught all the telltale signs of her orgasm. She'd rock her mound against my mouth, pleading for me to go faster, harder. Then she'd arch her back and pull at my hair./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That's it, sweetheart." I encouraged her impending release then lapped at her clit until her thighs shook and she moaned letting pleasure wash over her for the second time. It was a beautiful sight. I savored the tangy flavor she left on my lips then rose off the bed./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick." She called to me. I looked as she made no move to cover her body. It just made me want to slide between those legs and fuck that little disappointed look off her face. "Where are you going? You're not done." I caught sight of my phone resting on the bedside. We were already late./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Where is my shirt?" I asked moving about her room. The sound of the bed creaking told me she sat up./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Here." I turned to find my shirt in her grasp. The moment I reached for it she pulled away. "You need to finish what you started." Like any hot-blooded man I was waiting for those raging hormones to kick in that made her want to jump me. But goddamn my woman was demanding when she wanted it and I wasn't getting any younger. Reaching down I adjusted the hard ridge in my jeans./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Michonne, we're already running late. I promised my mother we'd be there in time for lunch." Her answering groan of displeasure made me smile. Closing the distance between us I kissed her full lips. "Besides I don't think Sasha wants to hear you scream my name over and over and over and over-"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I get it, Rick. Let me catch a shower first." I gave her another kiss before giving my attention to her protruding stomach, I smoother my hands over the swell and kissed it./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'll help you pack some things. Don't take too long, sweetheart."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Might just finish what you started." I cocked an eyebrow./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I heard that."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That was the point." She grabbed some clothes then went off to the bathroom leaving me there to ponder over here words. She was making it really difficult for me but I couldn't disappoint mum. When I told her I was coming to spend the weekend at my childhood home I could hear the delight in her voice./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Oh goodness! Finally. I have so much cleaning to do." She had told me excitedly then I told her I was bringing a guest. Well, Michonne was more than that to me and I wanted them to meet. There was also that little thing about her carrying my child that I hadn't mention to my mother./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Sighing, I pulled the shirt over my head noting that it smelled like Michonne. I ventured into the kitchen in search of some snacks for the road, when I spotted Sasha on the couch. It seemed as if a dark cloud hung over the woman. We haven't said much too each but I couldn't just ignore her depressed state./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Hey, is everything alright?" I queried walking over to her. Sasha looked up at me quickly wiping the tears from her eyes then nodded. Obviously, I wasn't convinced. "Are you sure?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It's a long story I don't care to talk about." In other words, she'd express her feelings to Michonne before me. I didn't have a problem with it but her demeanor concerned me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Okay, do you want anything while I head back to the kitchen?" I offered./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That pint of ice cream would be just what I need." Pulling the ice cream from the freezer I gripped a spoon and dug out the cookies Michonne craved from the cabinet. When I returned to Sasha she observed me with a somber expression./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I looked at the chocolate ice cream and frowned. "Don't tell me this is the wrong flavor. This was the only pint in the freezer."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Sasha shook her head with an amused look. "You even brought me a spoon?" I handed it off to her with a confused look./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""How else were you going to eat it?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Thank you, Rick. You know it's still hard to believe I used to curse you to hell every time I had to get out of my bed and head to your class."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Really? I never heard anything." I could remember very well the look on most of my student's faces whenever I handed back graded assignments. I knew a lot of them hated me. There were a few I despised as well. It's was never my fault none of them dropped the classed when they knew they needed to./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You never heard it because it was always in my mind. I was ready to spread some bad gossip about you but Michonne stopped me. You've got her to thank for that or you would've been gay the rest of your career." I chuckled./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rumors aren't foreign to me." Her mood lightened considerably./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Hmmm, if you say so." She was silent for a moment. "You know I've never seen her this happy before and to think I'm glad she actually gave you that damn letter. I didn't think she'd have the balls to but here you are."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You knew about that?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Please, I knew she had it for you from day one. Always had that look in her eye, I'm sure you've noticed." There were a lot of things I noticed and I wasn't sure I was comfortable with Sasha knowing what that letter said. Did she know what followed? I rubbed the hair on my chin. They were best friends so she probably did./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm glad she gave me a chance to be with her and in my child's life."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Just know if you hurt her my foot will be up your ass Mr. Grimes." She threatened. I wasn't scared of her, I had a decent amount of height and weight on her but hurting Michonne was a non-factor./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"…./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""How far do we have to go?" Michonne asked running through a bag of caramel popcorn. We made two stops on the way to my mother's place. Thankfully, I recognized the familiar roads. It was an immense change from the city. It had been a while since I traveled these roads; with Lori, she chose other forms of transportation whenever we visited. I wanted to share this part of my life with Michonne./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Not far. When I was a kid I use to hang out at that barn." I pointed to the big red stable in the distance. There were still a good number of cattle on the farm./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I didn't peg you for a cowboy, Rick."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It was an easy way to get money. After one summer of that my mother bought me some boots and a hat to match. I was saying 'I reckon' in almost all my sentences." Michonne's laugh filled the car./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You still have that southern drawl in your voice."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I shrugged. "It's hard to shake."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I don't mind, it's very sexy." Her hand ran along the inside of my thigh, getting closer to my cock./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Thank you." I covered her hand with my own and moved it away from my groin. I was a little lightheaded and I didn't want to swerve off the road. "Are you nervous?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""About meeting your mother?" I nodded. "Only a little bit. Meeting the parents can always be nerve-racking hopefully you've said nothing but the good things about me?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""She's excited to meet you, although I've neglected to tell her some things."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Those things being? The last thing I need is your mother being racist. What exactly have you told her, Rick?" I scowled at the implication./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""She's not that kind of person, Michonne. If she was I wouldn't put you in this position, we're here for the weekend and I want you to enjoy it and get to know my mother better."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Okay, I won't argue with you, Rick. I'm sorry if I was a bit snappy." I watched her stretch in her seat./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Don't worry about it. Did you get the chance to speak with Sasha before we left?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah, why do you ask?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Earlier she seemed a bit down, I asked her about it but it's not my place."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""She looked fine earlier but I'll call her. Thank you."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"…../p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I held our bags and knocked on the door. This place never changed. The noisy wooden panels beneath our feet were never replaced. It was sentimental and knowing that despite my mother's condition she never let the house deteriorate, filled me with newfound respect. The house was still coated in yellow paint with white trims and the double door was still blazingly red. I had to knock a little harder before she answered with a big smile on her face./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Oh, Rick. I'm glad you made it." I walked into her open arms and hugged her. "Though you're a little late." She added with a laughed./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Mom, this is my girlfriend, Michonne. Michonne, my mother, Margrete." I introduced them stepping aside for them to greet each other. My mother stepped back to size Michonne up./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""So this is the woman you told me about, though he didn't mention the girlfriend part." I could feel Michonne's eyes on me. "It's wonderful meeting you."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You too Mrs. Grimes."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"She shook her head at the formality and walked over to Michonne with open arms. "Call me Margrete." During their hug, Michonne's baby bump must've nudged her and she pulled back with wide eyes. I shouldn't have kept that from her. I coughed, catching her attention./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'll put these bags up and be right down." My mother nodded but her blue eyes told me she was bringing it up the minute we settled in. Apparently, she wasn't the only one irritated by the lack of communication on my part. Michonne's gaze was searing into my back and the minute I closed the door to my old bedroom she spoke./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You didn't tell her I was pregnant!?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Its… It's complicated Michonne. There are some things I held off on telling her."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick, that's something a phone call could remedy." I wondered if I should tell her now or just wait. I chuckled. I was already being ripped a new one for the same scenario./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""A few years ago, my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. She's not too far gone, she has her good days and bad ones. I just didn't want her to forget something like this. A phone call was also not how I wanted her to find out she'd be a grandmother." Michonne's expression softens in understanding./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""She seems like a wonderful woman. I'm sorry she's going through something like this, you too. I wouldn't wish that on anyone."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It took a lot of getting use to but I make sure she's taken care of even if she doesn't know it." I rest our bags against my old bookcase. "I suppose I should've carried you over the threshold."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""We're not married, Rick." I wrapped my hand around her wrist and pulled her closer to me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You know you're the first girl to see the inside of this room," I tell her loving the feel of her pressed up against me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""If I remember correctly you mentioned that you were married. I'm sure you've had your wife in here." I shook my head./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Not even her. We visited but always stayed on the next side of town. You're special." I tell her./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I bet you said that to all the girls."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Only if it got me something I wanted." She slapped my shoulder with a laugh. "But I'm serious." I looked down at her face and I knew I had a word for every emotion I felt. Being with Michonne made me beyond happy. I adored her laugh, her intelligence, and her beauty. It didn't take me long to fall in love with her. "You're special to me." I touched my lips to hers./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"…../p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Michonne excused herself to use the restroom and I met my mother downstairs. She glowered at me. "Sorry, I took so long getting here."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm sure that's not the only thing you're sorry for. I know I have my issues, Rick but you should've told me."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I know, I know. I'm sorry. What smells so good?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Just like your father, skipping over the elephant in the room. How far along is she? And don't give me that how did I know?' look. There is this glow about her and it's a mother's intuition."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""She's three months along, almost four." My mother pressed her hand against her cheeks./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Goodness, you should've told me. I have so much shopping to do. Do you think she'll mind if I plan the baby shower? Oh god, do I need to worry about her mother planning it? This is so much." I smiled softly./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Mother you're rambling."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Sorry little Rickie, you know my mind runs rampant." I winced at the nickname./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""No problem and Michonne doesn't really speak to her mother but I'll ask her about the baby shower." I never got the full story about that. I saddened me. I remember taking down the number behind Michonne's photo but I never got around to calling it. Besides Jessie's impending case I had a few other small cases to deal with. Needless to say, I was busy./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That's terrible. I'm sure they can mend things." I didn't have a response to that, only Michonne did. "I can't wait to share some pictures with her." It took a minute before her words registered./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Mom no. I don't think she wants to see them." She waved me off, getting a footstool to reach her collection of picture frames stacked on her glass figurine case./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""All women love hearing about wistful moments." She dragged a considerably thick album and blew the dust off./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That's what stories are for. You don't need pictures."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Pictures tell stories, I'm sure you know that. Oh, this is my favorite one." My shoulders deflated the minutes Michonne came downstairs. My mother smiled widely inviting her to the living room./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Michonne, I'm happy my son brought you to meet me. You're a stunning young woman." Michonne's eyes shifted to mine before accepting the compliment. "Admittedly, hasn't told me much about you. What do you do how old are you?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm actually in the same profession as Rick. I haven't had much experience since I just recently graduated." I just took the backseat and watched them talk away./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""So you're what? Thirty?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""No mam, I'm twenty-six actually." My mother gasped. I was fully aware of our age gap./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""And you know my son is forty-one isn't that right Rick?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Forty-two." I corrected and my mother nodded along./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That's right, you're not catfishing this girl are you little Rickie." At my expense, they shared a laugh. I had to ponder how my mother knew of such things. She had a tv yes but to my knowledge, she never used the one I bought her./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Michonne couldn't stop as tears sprang to her eyes. "Little Rickie?" She questioned. I was under the impression pregnant women peed when they laughed. That would've given her an excuse to leave this conversation./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Oh, dear. When he was a baby his penis was quite minuscule." They erupted in a new peel of laughter. I was happy to see them bonding so fast but I couldn't help but ask myself one question./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"What have I done?/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick." Michonne gasped hoarsely, her fingers threaded through my hair holding me in place. As if I wanted to be anywhere else. Holding her thighs apart my tongue delved deeper, consuming every drop of her excitement. I wanted to slide my hands under her, squeeze her full hips and drag her closer to my mouth but she had a habit of trapping my head between her legs. Instead, I slid two fingers into her channel while pulling her clit between my lips./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"There wasn't a sound sweeter than Michonne calling out my name as I pleasured her. I could listen to her moans all day on repeat. Her pussy greedily swallowed my fingers and my cock wept for the warm, wet, tight feeling my fingers were objected to. I curved them, moving them in and out of her. I already caught all the telltale signs of her orgasm. She'd rock her mound against my mouth, pleading for me to go faster, harder. Then she'd arch her back and pull at my hair./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That's it, sweetheart." I encouraged her impending release then lapped at her clit until her thighs shook and she moaned letting pleasure wash over her for the second time. It was a beautiful sight. I savored the tangy flavor she left on my lips then rose off the bed./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick." She called to me. I looked as she made no move to cover her body. It just made me want to slide between those legs and fuck that little disappointed look off her face. "Where are you going? You're not done." I caught sight of my phone resting on the bedside. We were already late./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Where is my shirt?" I asked moving about her room. The sound of the bed creaking told me she sat up./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Here." I turned to find my shirt in her grasp. The moment I reached for it she pulled away. "You need to finish what you started." Like any hot-blooded man I was waiting for those raging hormones to kick in that made her want to jump me. But goddamn my woman was demanding when she wanted it and I wasn't getting any younger. Reaching down I adjusted the hard ridge in my jeans./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Michonne, we're already running late. I promised my mother we'd be there in time for lunch." Her answering groan of displeasure made me smile. Closing the distance between us I kissed her full lips. "Besides I don't think Sasha wants to hear you scream my name over and over and over and over-"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I get it, Rick. Let me catch a shower first." I gave her another kiss before giving my attention to her protruding stomach, I smoother my hands over the swell and kissed it./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'll help you pack some things. Don't take too long, sweetheart."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Might just finish what you started." I cocked an eyebrow./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I heard that."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That was the point." She grabbed some clothes then went off to the bathroom leaving me there to ponder over here words. She was making it really difficult for me but I couldn't disappoint mum. When I told her I was coming to spend the weekend at my childhood home I could hear the delight in her voice./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Oh goodness! Finally. I have so much cleaning to do." She had told me excitedly then I told her I was bringing a guest. Well, Michonne was more than that to me and I wanted them to meet. There was also that little thing about her carrying my child that I hadn't mention to my mother./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Sighing, I pulled the shirt over my head noting that it smelled like Michonne. I ventured into the kitchen in search of some snacks for the road, when I spotted Sasha on the couch. It seemed as if a dark cloud hung over the woman. We haven't said much too each but I couldn't just ignore her depressed state./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Hey, is everything alright?" I queried walking over to her. Sasha looked up at me quickly wiping the tears from her eyes then nodded. Obviously, I wasn't convinced. "Are you sure?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It's a long story I don't care to talk about." In other words, she'd express her feelings to Michonne before me. I didn't have a problem with it but her demeanor concerned me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Okay, do you want anything while I head back to the kitchen?" I offered./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That pint of ice cream would be just what I need." Pulling the ice cream from the freezer I gripped a spoon and dug out the cookies Michonne craved from the cabinet. When I returned to Sasha she observed me with a somber expression./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I looked at the chocolate ice cream and frowned. "Don't tell me this is the wrong flavor. This was the only pint in the freezer."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Sasha shook her head with an amused look. "You even brought me a spoon?" I handed it off to her with a confused look./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""How else were you going to eat it?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Thank you, Rick. You know it's still hard to believe I used to curse you to hell every time I had to get out of my bed and head to your class."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Really? I never heard anything." I could remember very well the look on most of my student's faces whenever I handed back graded assignments. I knew a lot of them hated me. There were a few I despised as well. It's was never my fault none of them dropped the classed when they knew they needed to./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You never heard it because it was always in my mind. I was ready to spread some bad gossip about you but Michonne stopped me. You've got her to thank for that or you would've been gay the rest of your career." I chuckled./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rumors aren't foreign to me." Her mood lightened considerably./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Hmmm, if you say so." She was silent for a moment. "You know I've never seen her this happy before and to think I'm glad she actually gave you that damn letter. I didn't think she'd have the balls to but here you are."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You knew about that?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Please, I knew she had it for you from day one. Always had that look in her eye, I'm sure you've noticed." There were a lot of things I noticed and I wasn't sure I was comfortable with Sasha knowing what that letter said. Did she know what followed? I rubbed the hair on my chin. They were best friends so she probably did./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm glad she gave me a chance to be with her and in my child's life."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Just know if you hurt her my foot will be up your ass Mr. Grimes." She threatened. I wasn't scared of her, I had a decent amount of height and weight on her but hurting Michonne was a non-factor./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"…./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""How far do we have to go?" Michonne asked running through a bag of caramel popcorn. We made two stops on the way to my mother's place. Thankfully, I recognized the familiar roads. It was an immense change from the city. It had been a while since I traveled these roads; with Lori, she chose other forms of transportation whenever we visited. I wanted to share this part of my life with Michonne./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Not far. When I was a kid I use to hang out at that barn." I pointed to the big red stable in the distance. There were still a good number of cattle on the farm./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I didn't peg you for a cowboy, Rick."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It was an easy way to get money. After one summer of that my mother bought me some boots and a hat to match. I was saying 'I reckon' in almost all my sentences." Michonne's laugh filled the car./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You still have that southern drawl in your voice."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I shrugged. "It's hard to shake."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I don't mind, it's very sexy." Her hand ran along the inside of my thigh, getting closer to my cock./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Thank you." I covered her hand with my own and moved it away from my groin. I was a little lightheaded and I didn't want to swerve off the road. "Are you nervous?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""About meeting your mother?" I nodded. "Only a little bit. Meeting the parents can always be nerve-racking hopefully you've said nothing but the good things about me?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""She's excited to meet you, although I've neglected to tell her some things."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Those things being? The last thing I need is your mother being racist. What exactly have you told her, Rick?" I scowled at the implication./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""She's not that kind of person, Michonne. If she was I wouldn't put you in this position, we're here for the weekend and I want you to enjoy it and get to know my mother better."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Okay, I won't argue with you, Rick. I'm sorry if I was a bit snappy." I watched her stretch in her seat./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Don't worry about it. Did you get the chance to speak with Sasha before we left?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah, why do you ask?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Earlier she seemed a bit down, I asked her about it but it's not my place."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""She looked fine earlier but I'll call her. Thank you."/p
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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I held our bags and knocked on the door. This place never changed. The noisy wooden panels beneath our feet were never replaced. It was sentimental and knowing that despite my mother's condition she never let the house deteriorate, filled me with newfound respect. The house was still coated in yellow paint with white trims and the double door was still blazingly red. I had to knock a little harder before she answered with a big smile on her face./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Oh, Rick. I'm glad you made it." I walked into her open arms and hugged her. "Though you're a little late." She added with a laughed./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Mom, this is my girlfriend, Michonne. Michonne, my mother, Margrete." I introduced them stepping aside for them to greet each other. My mother stepped back to size Michonne up./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""So this is the woman you told me about, though he didn't mention the girlfriend part." I could feel Michonne's eyes on me. "It's wonderful meeting you."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You too Mrs. Grimes."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"She shook her head at the formality and walked over to Michonne with open arms. "Call me Margrete." During their hug, Michonne's baby bump must've nudged her and she pulled back with wide eyes. I shouldn't have kept that from her. I coughed, catching her attention./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'll put these bags up and be right down." My mother nodded but her blue eyes told me she was bringing it up the minute we settled in. Apparently, she wasn't the only one irritated by the lack of communication on my part. Michonne's gaze was searing into my back and the minute I closed the door to my old bedroom she spoke./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You didn't tell her I was pregnant!?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Its… It's complicated Michonne. There are some things I held off on telling her."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick, that's something a phone call could remedy." I wondered if I should tell her now or just wait. I chuckled. I was already being ripped a new one for the same scenario./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""A few years ago, my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. She's not too far gone, she has her good days and bad ones. I just didn't want her to forget something like this. A phone call was also not how I wanted her to find out she'd be a grandmother." Michonne's expression softens in understanding./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""She seems like a wonderful woman. I'm sorry she's going through something like this, you too. I wouldn't wish that on anyone."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It took a lot of getting use to but I make sure she's taken care of even if she doesn't know it." I rest our bags against my old bookcase. "I suppose I should've carried you over the threshold."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""We're not married, Rick." I wrapped my hand around her wrist and pulled her closer to me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You know you're the first girl to see the inside of this room," I tell her loving the feel of her pressed up against me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""If I remember correctly you mentioned that you were married. I'm sure you've had your wife in here." I shook my head./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Not even her. We visited but always stayed on the next side of town. You're special." I tell her./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I bet you said that to all the girls."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Only if it got me something I wanted." She slapped my shoulder with a laugh. "But I'm serious." I looked down at her face and I knew I had a word for every emotion I felt. Being with Michonne made me beyond happy. I adored her laugh, her intelligence, and her beauty. It didn't take me long to fall in love with her. "You're special to me." I touched my lips to hers./p
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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Michonne excused herself to use the restroom and I met my mother downstairs. She glowered at me. "Sorry, I took so long getting here."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm sure that's not the only thing you're sorry for. I know I have my issues, Rick but you should've told me."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I know, I know. I'm sorry. What smells so good?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Just like your father, skipping over the elephant in the room. How far along is she? And don't give me that how did I know?' look. There is this glow about her and it's a mother's intuition."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""She's three months along, almost four." My mother pressed her hand against her cheeks./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Goodness, you should've told me. I have so much shopping to do. Do you think she'll mind if I plan the baby shower? Oh god, do I need to worry about her mother planning it? This is so much." I smiled softly./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Mother you're rambling."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Sorry little Rickie, you know my mind runs rampant." I winced at the nickname./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""No problem and Michonne doesn't really speak to her mother but I'll ask her about the baby shower." I never got the full story about that. I saddened me. I remember taking down the number behind Michonne's photo but I never got around to calling it. Besides Jessie's impending case I had a few other small cases to deal with. Needless to say, I was busy./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That's terrible. I'm sure they can mend things." I didn't have a response to that, only Michonne did. "I can't wait to share some pictures with her." It took a minute before her words registered./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Mom no. I don't think she wants to see them." She waved me off, getting a footstool to reach her collection of picture frames stacked on her glass figurine case./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""All women love hearing about wistful moments." She dragged a considerably thick album and blew the dust off./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That's what stories are for. You don't need pictures."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Pictures tell stories, I'm sure you know that. Oh, this is my favorite one." My shoulders deflated the minutes Michonne came downstairs. My mother smiled widely inviting her to the living room./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Michonne, I'm happy my son brought you to meet me. You're a stunning young woman." Michonne's eyes shifted to mine before accepting the compliment. "Admittedly, hasn't told me much about you. What do you do how old are you?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm actually in the same profession as Rick. I haven't had much experience since I just recently graduated." I just took the backseat and watched them talk away./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""So you're what? Thirty?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""No mam, I'm twenty-six actually." My mother gasped. I was fully aware of our age gap./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""And you know my son is forty-one isn't that right Rick?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Forty-two." I corrected and my mother nodded along./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That's right, you're not catfishing this girl are you little Rickie." At my expense, they shared a laugh. I had to ponder how my mother knew of such things. She had a tv yes but to my knowledge, she never used the one I bought her./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Michonne couldn't stop as tears sprang to her eyes. "Little Rickie?" She questioned. I was under the impression pregnant women peed when they laughed. That would've given her an excuse to leave this conversation./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Oh, dear. When he was a baby his penis was quite minuscule." They erupted in a new peel of laughter. I was happy to see them bonding so fast but I couldn't help but ask myself one question./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"What have I done?/p