Second Trimester

Day 76

Dinner with their parents is going perfectly, Rick and Michonne decided to host dinner at their home and invite their parents to share their good news. Michonne is always surprise at how well, their parents get along as if the two older couple have always been old friends instead of meeting only four years ago. She always heard the story of having miserable in-laws but she adore Carl and June Grimes. After dinner the men retreat to the living room to set up a game of Scrabble while Michonne, her mother Edith, and June makes quick work of cleaning the kitchen.

Dessert is brought out along with coffee and the six sits around the coffee table eating the apple pie June baked as they start a friendly game of Scrabble playing in teams of two with their spouse. The first game Rick's parents win while the second game goes to Michonne's parent: Andre and Edith Washington.

"We should get ready to go home," Edith says collecting the dishes. Rick quickly stands to help his mother-in-law.

"Can we play one more game? We have to redeem ourselves!" Michonne pleas.

"It's getting late darling, we can play another night."

"It's only 7 o'clock June," Carl replies to his wife.

"Please! One more game!" Michonne asks batting her eyes at June.

"Fine, last one!"

Michonne cheers before she starts to clear the board games with her dad's help. Edith refreshes everyone's coffee along with Rick's aid and brings out more desserts. When they finally sit, Rick gives Michonne a knowing look as they start another round of Scrabble.

Halfway through the game Andre, Michonne's father, stares at the board in deep concentration. The number of letter tiles are not adding up to what the game should have, there are too many extra letters. Unknown to him, Michonne and Rick are cheating with several Scrabble pieces hidden between them but the two are still losing.

"Oh yes!" Michonne cries out as she plays her next word. Using the 'r' in her previously played word 'grand' she spells out 'parents' going vertically on the board.

"Good word hun, you got a triple word score," June states as she starts counting the point the words garnish. She pauses as she reads 'grand' then the following word 'parents'. She scowls at the board then glance at Rick and Michonne, Michonne concentration is on her finding her next word as Rick sips his coffee trying not to smirk.

Almost at the same time Andre starts to read the various words on the board: ultra, sound, morning, sickness, due, date, baby, grand, and parents.

"Richard Anthony Grimes!" June shouts.

Carl's head snaps to his wife in surprise when she calls their son by his full name, he knows Rick did something but he's not sure what; "June? What's wrong?"

"Michonne!" Her father says in a firm tone. Michonne sits up in her chair, eyes slightly wide and dancing with mischievous innocence.

"Andre?" Edith asks softly, he turns to his wife and instructs her to read the words the young couple has played.

"Richard Anthony Grimes!" He mother shrieks again.

"Yes ma'am?" Rick asks trying not to breakout into a wide smile. Carl follows Edith's lead, he reads the board knowing he's missed something.

"We're going to be grandparent?"

"When are you due?"

"My baby is having a baby?"

"Oh shit, congrats son!"

The house explodes with excitement as their parents exclaim all at once. Standing all in sync their parent shouts their excitement, June and Edith rushing to Michonne showering her with hugs and kisses. Carl and Andre giving Rick pats on the back and beaming with pride before kissing and hugging Michonne. June hits Rick on his shoulder for drawing out the announcement before kissing and hugging her son while Edith settles for tightly hugging Rick.

Rick and Michonne reveals they are about thirteen weeks and they are due in October. Immediately June and Edith starts planning the nursery and when it will be a proper time for a baby shower. By the time their parents leave a barbecue is plan for the following weekend to announce to their remaining friends and family of their soon arriving bundle of joy, after first Rick and Michonne refuse but the couple is soon talk into the party.

Day 82

"What are you saying?" Michonne asks as Rick rubs and speaks softly to the small bump in her midsection. Music wafts softly behind them as they sit on the couch enjoying the peace and quiet of each other's company. It's been a long weekend, the barbecue their parents held for them was a success. Michonne is happy the news of their pregnancy is out. It isn't until they return home that Rick became quiet only whispering to her stomach.

"I'm just telling Little Ricky how much I love him. How much I love his momma and I'll always be here for him."

"Him?"

"Yea!" Rick mumbles placing a kiss on Michonne's belly.

"You know there's a fifty-fifty chance it may be a girl."

"I know, but I'm sure it's a boy."

Michonne chuckles and rolls her eyes. She is quiet for a minute before she says, "Little Ricky?"

"Yea… Little Ricky."

"So you're just going to come up and name our child without consulting me?" Michonne asks incredulously but can't hold in her chuckle.

"Pretty much," Rick says as he kisses Michonne's stomach before pulling himself to come face to face with his wife. He takes in her sensual lips, parting into a full smile, and her dark brown eyes shining bright with laughter. He'll always love her smile, it was what drew him to her the first time they met but it is her salacious chocolate eyes that enchanted him.

"Is there any other choices for names?"

"Yea of course there is," Rick says quickly kissing her smiling lips before pulling away and staring into her eyes, "There's Rick Junior or just Junior. Ricky or Little Ricky which is my personal favorite. I like Richie too. Rich is okay. I don't mind RJ, you know for Rick Junior. Of course there's always Richard."

Michonne gives a healthy laugh at Rick, "You're full of yourself."

"A little but admit it, you find it sexy."

Michonne pulls his face down and capture his lips. Their mouth pull open and their tongue sway against each other before Michonne breaks away and nips his bottom lip.

"What if it is a girl?"

"He's not. He's a boy."

"Humor me, what if it's girl? Have you thought of girl's name?"

Rick's brow knits together as he thinks. Michonne watches as his mind process her question and comes up with a response. He looks down into her eyes and smiles widely.

"I have the perfect name, if it's a girl!"

"And what will that be?"

"Richonne!"

"Richonne?" Michonne asks. She stares at him for a moment before she explodes in a fit of laughter, her body vibrating beneath him.

"It is the perfect name. The perfect combination of you and me."

"You can't be serious!"

"I am plus I can call her Little Ricky, Rich, or Richie."

"You're a mess," Michonne says shaking her head.

"Yea, but I'm your mess and you love me."

"I do," She says pulling him towards her again and taking his lips against hers.

Day 84

"There goes your baby's heartbeat."

Rick smiles at the sound before he squeezes Michonne's hand. She returns the smile as she listen to the sweet sound. The pace of the heartbeat is fast but strong, after several minutes of listening to the heartbeat a scowl crosses the young nurse's face.

"Is everything okay?" Rick asks noticing the fleeting look.

"Oh yes… yes. It's just the heartbeat seems fast, that all."

"Is our baby okay?" Michonne worries.

"Sometime the baby is excited! I'm sure it's nothing." The young nurse forces a smile before she turns away. She turns on the monitor of the sonogram machine and puts more of the cool gel on Michonne's increasingly round abdomen. She places the transducer probe on her stomach, moves the instrument again, and almost immediately a picture of the baby appears.

"Look Rick! Our baby!"

"Our Son!" He smiles brightly at the blurry picture of their child.

"He's so beautiful," Michonne says crying softly. Rick leans down and kisses Michonne's trail of tears.

According to his books, Rick know the nurse is supposed to point out the baby's arms and legs. He looks at the black and gray screen and can make out a body but it looks slightly distorted. He waits for Nurse Jackie to start to point out various part of the baby anatomy but the young woman says nothing, she only stares at the monitor in confusion.

"Is something wrong?" Rick asks the exceptionally quiet nurse.

"Uhhh- no!"

Michonne's attention snaps to the young nurse. "Uh-no? What the hell is uh-no supposed to mean?"

"I'm sorry. I'll going to get Dr. Greene and be right back."

"What's wrong with my baby?" Michonne asks.

"Nothing! I'm almost sure! I just… I'm going to get Dr. Greene."

"Almost sure?" Rick repeats, at that moment Michonne burst into a fit of tears.

Jackie stands, a deer in the headlights, staring at the couple.

"Shhh… baby it's going to be okay," Rick says consoling his wife as she clutches to him. He catches the nurse staring at them and scowls at her, "Dr. Greene, now!"

The girl leaps as if shock and races out the room.

"Rick," Michonne cries into his chest.

"Shhhh... it going to be alright, shhhh," Rick says comforting his distraught wife rubbing her back and holding her close to his chest.

The young nurse is gone too long for Rick's comfort, he starts to go find her but Michonne holds tightly onto him. He remains holding her until finally there's a gently knock on the door before it is push open.

"Rick. Michonne."

"Dr. Greene," Rick replies with a curt nod. Hershel Greene walks into the room with the young nurse Jackie and another doctor.

"Rick you know you can call me Hershel. This is my colleague Dr. Carol Peletier and you already know Jackie," Hershel introduces, Rick only nods and Michonne straightens in bed. She wipes her tears away before taking Rick's hand and squeezing tightly.

"Let's try this again," Hershel says. He preps the machine again, then Michonne's stomach with more gel before placing transducer probe on her stomach. The sound of the baby's heart fill the room. Hershel doesn't say anything he only nods as he listens to the fast pace of the heart.

Rick grows concern but pushes the fear from showing on his face as he feels Michonne's eyes upon him. He smiles at her then looks to Hershel and Dr. Peletier who smiles warmly at him before she looks away to write a note in her journal.

"Hmmph," Hershel says.

"What is 'hmmph' supposed to mean?" Michonne asks. Rick can hear the panic in her voice, he rubs her shoulder while staring at the doctor. Hershel moves the probe and the monitor shows the picture of their child. He moves the probe lower and nods before turning to face the worry couple.

"Jackie wasn't sure and before she said anything she wanted to confirm with me that what she saw and heard was correct. She never seen this before or heard the heartbeats. Apologies if she frighten you."

"Heartbeats?" Michonne repeats

"What is it?" Rick asks his voice strain.

Hershel's face breaks out into a wide smile and Michonne holds in breath in anticipation, "Congratulations, you're having twins!"

Day 85

The fast heartbeat of the baby was because there were two heartbeats overlapping one another; it was the reason for Jackie's concern. After Dr. Hershel Greene's explanation the couple left the hospital overjoyed with the news that they're expecting twins and Michonne receiving a clean bill of health. After hearing the news, the day is spent in a bubble of shock but as soon as it fades the happy couple talk excitedly about their future plans.

"Now there's two of them are you still going to sticking with the Little Ricky name?"

"One is Little Ricky and the other is Little Richie."

Michonne rolls her eyes but can't stop smiling.

"What if one is a girl? Or both are girls?"

"Little Ricky and Little Richie."

She smiles and shakes her head, "You're a mess Grimes."

"Yes but you love my mess, Grimes."

Her heart so full of love, Michonne can only smile widely as she nods, "Yes, I love you."

"I love you too…three."

Rick kisses Michonne before pulling away, "How are we going to tell our parents?"

"I don't know. I was thinking another round of Scrabble?"

Rick laughs before he kisses her again.

Day 93

Michonne sits on the couch crying hysterically. She hates the roller-coaster her emotions are in because of the hormones from her pregnancy. She hates not having control of her body and even worse her emotions.

When she hears his footsteps enter the house from the back, Michonne wipes away at her tears not wanting Rick to see her in such a mad state.

"Grimes, I'm home!" He calls out.

She clears her throat before she answers, "Hey babe!"

Michonne tries to collect herself, she knows he'll understand; he's been so understanding and caring, the way he loves her causes another swell of emotions to bubble inside her. She hiccups and tries to stop her sobbing as she hears her husband walk around the kitchen before he start towards the living room. Wiping her face on her sleeve Michonne sits up and picks up the remote control trying to look as if she hasn't been sobbing.

She knows he knows something is wrong as soon as he steps into room by the mere shift of his presents. She doesn't look at him as he greets her with his deep southern twang.

As he approaches her, he finally asks, "What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing," Michonne says sniffling trying to keep her wild emotions at bay.

She feels the couch dip as he sits next to her a few seconds before he lightly touches her shoulder, "Michonne?"

At his touch Michonne crumbles into another wave of tears. Rick wraps his arm around her and pulling her against his chest. Michonne entire body shakes as she succumbs to the tears. Rick doesn't know what's wrong but he rubs Michonne's back and comfort her the best way he knows how. While her tears continues Rick asks what's wrong.

"I love you so much Rick," Michonne says between hiccups and cries.

"I love you too, Michonne."

He hugs her tightly allowing her to cry in his arms and against his chest wetting his shirt. Once Michonne calms down, Rick pulls her out of his arms to get a better look at her face.

"Are you okay?"

Michonne nods wiping her tears with Rick's shirt, "Yes."

"Are you sure? Are the boys okay?"

Michonne nods, "I want watching TV and–"

"I told you to stop watching that Lifetime channel."

"I wasn't watching Lifetime!" Michonne says before she confess, "I was watching Scooby-Doo."

Rick feels his face twitch in a smile, a laugh boiling in his chest, "And Scooby and Shaggy caused you to cry?"

"Don't laugh at me," Michonne says hitting him as a sob and laugh spills from her lips.

"Sorry baby," Rick says trying to fight the laugh from taking over, "What happened on Scooby-Doo to upset you? They found out that Ol Ms. Niedermeyer was actually the ghost?"

Michonne can't stop the small chortle that escapes her lips, "Nothing… I was just sitting here watching that silly ass –"

"Language."

"Show and I realize how happy I am and these stupid hormones took over and I started crying. I tried to stop but it just got worse," Michonne admits feeling another wave of tears at the edge of her words.

A wide smile takes over his lips, he leans in and gives his wife a chaste kiss, "You were crying because you're happy?"

Michonne nods wiping at more tears.

"I'm happy," Rick says feeling his own tears filling his eyes as his heart swells at the sight of his pregnant wife.

"I know."

"How?" He asks with a raise eyebrow.

"Because I'm happy too."

Day 100

"No Rick!"

"Michonne is it perfect!"

"Rick I said no!"

"Look it has-"

Michonne gives Rick a hard stare and he cuts himself off.

"If you do not like the Chrysler Town & Country, I can show you another minivan."

Michonne turns her dark glare from Rick to the car salesman Eugene. He's awful at the job, she wonders how he ever got the job.

"How did you even get hired?"

"My uncle owns the lot," He confesses.

"Figures!" Michonne grumps as she starts to walk away from the minivan.

"What about the Chrysler Pacifica? It is one of the top ranked safety minivans, with eight passenger seating, power sliding doors, smart brakes…" Rick trials of with a heavy sigh feeling the weight of her angry scowl.

Eugene their salesman doesn't pick up on Michonne's nonverbal cues, he continues on listing the features of the minivan.

"I do not want a minivan!" Michonne says cutting Eugene's rehearse speech on the van's feature.

"What's wrong with a minivan?" Rick asks.

"We're having twin… not sextuplets and even if we were having six kids I am not ever getting a fucking minivan!"

"Language! The babies can hear your potty mouth!" Rick scolds her.

"Fuck you, Rick! The babies can feel how angry I'm getting over this stupid car thing!" Michonne retorts weaving through the parking lot full of cars. Rick follows a step behind her and Eugene shuffles after the two.

"We need a new car!"

"Not a fucking minivan!"

"Language. What's wrong with a minivan?"

"I am not going to be one of those women who let themselves go, smelling of spoiled milk with food in their hair and stains on their wrinkle clothes all while driving a fucking minivan!" She says turning to face Rick with her hand on her hips.

"You will not let that happen."

"Of course not because I'm not getting a minivan."

"I don't think a minivan has anything to do with it."

"I can't be a MILF with a minivan."

"A mif? What is a mif?"

"MILF… mother I'll like to fuck and actually MILFs signature car is a minivan."

Both Michonne and Rick turn to face their car salesman, he takes a step away from their menacing glares.

"Why do you want to be a fucking MILF, Michonne? The only one who's going to be fucking you is me!" Rick growls taking a step towards her while jealousy burns in his eyes.

"Language!" Michonne teases, her heart picks up pace at possessive and jealous Rick. She feels the dull start to the thumping ache between her thighs at the burning possessiveness in Rick's blue eyes.

"Michonne!" Her name comes out a growl and causes a shiver to run down her spine. She is certain that's how they conceived the twins by Michonne being turned on by a jealous Rick after a trip from the mall. Michonne was being hit on by a college kid who was helping her find some new running shoes. Her flirting got her a thirty percent discount off the shoes and a jealous Rick who ended up fucking her intensely in his truck. The memory causes Michonne's body temperature to increase, she shakes away the memory and tries to focus on the current situation.

"It's just a saying Rick. I just don't want a minivan." His eyes still narrows onto her, sighing Michonne steps closer and holds onto his arms that are planted on his hip before looking up into his ocean blue eyes. "I just don't want to completely lose myself, Rick. I still want to be me, Michonne, the woman you fell in love with. I want to be your wife and the mother to these babies but I just don't want to be regulated solely to that. I know things are going to change. I know we're going to change. I know I am going to change but I don't want to completely lose myself and wonder who I became ten years from now."

"You think buying a minivan will do that?"

"No… I don't. I may be an emotional mess but I'm rational enough to know that. My heart is so full of love for them and they're not even here it scares me. I know without a shadow of a doubt I would do anything for them, I just…" Rick watches as Michonne inhales a shaky breathe and exhale, "I always heard about that all-encompassing love and I feel it for them and sometimes it feels overwhelming… I feel overwhelmed and I don't want to feel so overwhelmed that I lose my sense of self or my mind."

Rick nods trying to understand, "So you have me reading my books."

"Shut up," Michonne chortles punching him lightly on his arm.

"I don't understand everything you're going through but I know what you're saying and I'm trying to understand. We will not get a van."

"Thank you! Plus I think vans are fucking ugly."

A chortle escapes his lips as he leans in and quickly kisses Michonne gently before he confesses as against her lips, "They are fucking ugly."

She laughs and returns the kiss before Rick pulls away. His eyes grows serious as he locks onto Michonne's beautiful brown orbs.

"Michonne, if you ever say some shit about MILK-"

"MILF," Michonne corrects him.

Rick continues ignoring her correction, "Again I will lock you up in a fucking tower."

"Language!"

"In a fucking tower!" Rick reiterates.

"God… I love it when you get possessive," Michonne says capturing his lips and kissing him deeply.

"So do you all want to look a sport utility vehicles instead?" Eugene asks finally speaking when the couple finally break apart.

"You're still here?" They asks in unison.

Day 136

"No, Michonne."

"Please baby! I need you!"

Michonne tries to snake her hand to Rick's manhood but he knocks her hand away.

"No."

"Please. I need you… so badly!" Michonne moans pressing her breast into Rick's back as her round stomach pushes against his lower back as well.

"Go to sleep."

"I can't… I'm horny."

"Jesus, woman! I'm not a machine!"

"Please sweetie!"

The digital clock reads 3:07am as Rick rolls his eyes groaning before he turns to face Michonne, her dark eyes pleading with his. She's a little over 21 weeks and in the heart of her second trimester; according to his books he knows her hormones are raging and causing her libido to go into overdrive. He should take full advantage of Michonne's insatiable needs knowing that soon she would have no libido until her hormones balance out again. He normally would be happy to oblige her but he had to work in the morning and they already made love several times during the early evening and night. Rick was worn out.

"I think seven times in one night is my max."

"On our honeymoon we set a record of eleven times," Michonne says kissing his bare chest, her protruding belly pushing against his flat abdomen.

"I think it was fourteen."

"See! Even better!"

"I don't think I can get Mr. G up."

"You have your mouth with that talented tongue of yours and let's not forget your lovely fingers. I want Mr. G but I'll settle for other parts of you," Michonne sings as she peppers his chest with kisses.

Her hand snakes down to his manhood, she strokes him gently as she places soft kisses on his nipple. Her tongue swirls around his nipple as Rick groans at Michonne's touch. Her tongue and lips trail kisses down his chest, to his abdomen until finally finding his awakening manhood. Rick closes his eyes at the sensation of her lips on him as she strokes his length. She sucks the tip of his length as he continues to harden, her hand strokes his shaft and her tongue licks him from base to tip before sucking on his head again.

"See Mr. G wants to play some more after all," Michonne says victoriously.

"I don't have the energy to do much," Rick confesses.

"I'll take care of everything," She says sitting up. She swings her legs over his hips and mounts him; aligning herself with him and slides down onto him. Rick moans as he feels her wraps around him, Michonne sighs in relief as Rick quenches her aching need. He opens his eyes and drink in the sight of his wife so full of life riding him slowly.

Day 166

Rick finds Michonne naked crying on the floor of their walk-in closet.

"Baby? What's wrong? Are you okay? Are the boys okay?"

Michonne looks up at Rick, her brown eyes fill with emotions Rick tries to identify and understand. She looks him over, he still wears his Kevlar vest, detective badge and looks incredibly sexy and fit. She tosses her head back and cries harder. Dropping to his knees he pulls her into his arm, rocking and comforting her as best as possible. After her tears subsides some, Rick asks her what's wrong.

"Were you watching Scooby-Doo again?"

"I'm fat!" Michonne cries out, another sob racks her. She hates feeling out of control. Normally having a steel handle on her emotions, she's not use to the moodiness and crying spell of her pregnancy which makes the outburst worse when they happen. It seems as if it has been happening a lot more, the emotional roller-coaster. This is the part of her pregnancy that annoys her the most.

Rick stifles a chuckle and rains kisses on Michonne's face and neck, her crying starts to slow when Rick hand fall between her thighs and strokes her gently. A moan falls from her lips. She's 25 weeks and carrying twins causes her to look further along than she actually is but to Rick, Michonne has never look more radiant.

"Rick…" She breathes with a heavy sigh, "What… are you doing?"

"You're are the sexiest woman I ever seen and you being pregnant carrying my sons... our sons only adds to that sexiness."

"I'm not fat?" She asks her eyes flutter close for a second before opening them to look at Rick.

"Not even close, if anything you're juicy. Your breast, the curve of your hips, and that ass. You know I how much I love that backside of yours!"

"You-you… couldn't keep you-your hands off whe-"

"When we were dating," Rick says with a chuckles finishing her sentence, Michonne leans back into him. Her legs pull open as she allows him better access to her, "And I love your ass even more now."

Michonne moans as his finger dips in and out of her.

"Non-none of… of my clothes fit."

"We'll buy more."

She grinds to into his hand almost close to her release when Rick pulls away.

"Rick," She whines.

He stands to his feet and pulls her along with him.

"I'll let you cum but I want to as I worship your body and show you exactly how sexy you are to me."

Day 176

"Oh… yess!" She cries out. Michonne tosses her head back and moans at Rick's amazing touch. She inhales sharply when he hits a certain spot.

"OH GOD RICK! Don't stop!"

Rick looks up at Michonne sitting recline back in his favorite leather armchair that she has recent commandeer for herself; she flexes her legs and moans.

"OH RICK!"

Rick stops his ministration and moves up her body, he kisses her protruding 27 weeks belly and tries to capture her lips. Michonne moves away from the kiss and places a hand on his chest stopping his advances.

"Rick?"

"Yea baby?" Rick asks dropping to kiss the swell of her breasts.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to make you feel good."

"Rick?"

"Yea baby?"

When Michonne doesn't answer, Rick pulls away from her breasts and looks into her eyes.

"I'm not in the mood plus I was really enjoying that foot message."

Rick nods his head and sighs, he sits back on the ottoman and picks up Michonne's left foot. He message the ball of her feet and she arches her back.

"OH GOODNESS! You're touch is magical!" Michonne moans. She reaches over and picks up her bowl of ice cream and a bag of chips next to the recliner. She places the chips on her belly and the bowl on her breast; grabbing a few chips she uses them to scoops up mouthful of ice creams as she enjoys Rick's magical foot message.

Rick smiles as he watches the delight play across his wife's face. He kneads the bottom of her foot causing her to cry out as she munches on her snacks.


A/N: Isn't Rick perfect in this story? UGH!

I wanted to show emotional Michonne, she's tends to be the reasonable one with her emotions not really guarded but handled. So I figured she'll be the opposite if she was pregnant.