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The sliding doors opening shifted Sasha from her thoughts. Looking towards the door she saw Michonne who looked worst than before, "Are you ok?"

Michonne looked at Sasha with heartsick eyes and a slight shake of her head "Please take me home" she said with shakiness in her voice.

"Ok" Sasha felt adrenaline sprung through her body she felt uneasy, anxious. She was worried about Michonne; she never broke down like this before. Sasha could tell Michonne was barely holding on. The stress from these events was taking a toll on her. She was unraveling at the seams, with one small blow of wind she will break away and Sasha does not know if she could put her back together. But she will try her damnedest.

The drive back home was as quiet as a hoe in church, the tension was the same. Sasha kept glancing at Michonne in the corner of her eye to see if she will give a hint of what was going on. She even cleared her throat trying to get any words out of her mouth, but she didn't want to push it. She didn't want Michonne to clam up and not say anything.

The thirty minute drive felt like hours. The moment the car stop in the driveway Michonne got out and speed walk to her front door. The moment the door open she proceeded up stairs closing the front door with a tap of her hand. Entering into her bedroom, she flopped on her bed face down. Each movement was like a dance, no hesitation, she was on a mission. Still in her position she heard the front door open and closed; Sasha footsteps coming up the stairs and her creaking floorboard in her doorway, she declared "I'm pregnant." The words came out muffled from her lips being pressed against her mattress.

"What?"

Lifting her head from the bed Michonne repeated "I'm pregnant."

Sasha's mouth fell open, feeling the effects of what Michonne had just told her; she walked to the edge of the bed and sat down easily beside Michonne as if the bed would crumble underneath them. "Ok" said almost in a whisper. The shock had taken a hold of her and the words could not formulate. After a moment of complete silence, she forced her lips to move again "So… when are you going to tell him?"

The moment the question was release Michonne felt a force on her back and it was crushing her. She wanted to just let go; let her emotions take hold of her but she couldn't, she wouldn't, she was having a baby. She had to be strong. The thought of her being in this situation by herself was ok with her, she can do it. She also knows that Sasha will never leave her side; she looked at Sasha "I'm not going to tell him."

Sasha's eyes pierce through Michonne.

"Don't look at me like that. I can do it by myself I don't need him." Michonne feeling the guilt from Sasha's stare.

"Yes you don't need him but the child does, plus I hope you didn't put me in your little plan because you are going to be shit out of luck" with a smile on her face she nudged Michonne.

"What!" Michonne smile "yes you are."

Sasha sucked her teeth with a smile "whatever; but seriously Michonne when are you going to tell him."

"I'm going to tell him but not now" She wanted a family with Rick no doubt about it but she don't know where they can go from here. This was the most unnerving situations she has ever been in. In the courtroom she is sure she has facts and she knows what steps she needs to take to ensure a win. Being in this situation with Rick there are lot of uncertainties and different influences.

Rick had a hard time falling asleep once he returned home from the bar. His mind had been darting back and forth unable to find a clear path. To rest his mind and calm his emotions he grabbed his friend Jack, taking all the liquor he was willing to give. Conceived in all of his drunkenness he temporally mended his racing mind. He thought of nothing but Michonne and the week they spent together before the series of events started. That was the best time of his life. He pictured her in all of her sweaty glory underneath him bringing her to a euphoric state. Oh how he missed her. Their intimate talks, her laughter, her smile, the way her brown orbs will make him feel immortal and vulnerable at the same time. Why couldn't she just say yes, he asked himself with a stray tear falling down his cheek.

Rick woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. Feeling the effects from the night before, he stretched his arm across to turn it off. His head spinning, the whiskey and scotch still had a hold on him. "Uhhhh" he groaned lifting himself to sit on the edge of his bed. As he stood his balance swayed; clasping the banister to brace his self. The sunlight beamed through his window hitting his stormy blues; he hurriedly closed his black curtains like a vampire scared of sunlight. He did not want to take on the day. Taking on the day meant another day without his Michonne.

Walking through the evidence of his drunken night he proceeded to his bathroom. Two weeks ago he was happy. He knew he could always be happy but a wrench was thrown into the plan. Michonne said no to his proposal. It was a chink in his armor only she could see. Michonne told him how you can expect the sun to grow what you didn't plant. The effects of those words were heavy upon him. He was sure, certain. But that certainty became unreliable.

Two and half weeks ago

Rick had already told Daryl of the good news; he was going to propose to her on their week getaway. He pulled up to Lori house excited to tell his long time friend that he was going to propose to the love of his life. He had a skip in his step and a smile that will brighten the night when he knocked on Lori front door.

"Hey, Rick" stunned to see him on her doorstep this late.

Walking into her house not waiting for her to welcome him in "I'm sorry I came over this late but I wanted to tell you something."

Lori looked over his face searching for what he was about to tell her. Was he going to tell her, finally she thought. Lori wanted him to declare that he was in love with her, that he always loved her and he was ready. "What is it?!" her eyes became wide and was ready for his declaration.

With the smile still on his face "I'm going to ask Michonne to marry me!" The emotions he felt to have Michonne by his side for the rest of his life was indescribable. He pictured his future with her and no one else.

"Oh" Lori response was short and disappointing.

The smile slowly disappeared from his face. "What's wrong?" not understanding the disappointment Lori had.

"Nothing, I am happy for you" she forced a smile.

"No there is something wrong, I can see it" insisting for her to speak her mind.

"Let me get you a beer so we can celebrate." Lori walked past him to enter the kitchen.

Rick tilted his head to the side and put his hand on his hip and let out a big sigh "Just… tell me." He knew she was holding back, she wasn't telling him something. "What is it" he asked following her to the kitchen.

Lori stopped in front of the refrigerator and slowly exhaled. It's now or never, she thought.