Author's note:

Wow! Thank you so much for all your comments on the last chapter. I didn't expect to get that many comments. I am thoroughly grateful. I decided to get this next chapter out a little faster. I do feel Rick and Michonne had to have some sort of goodbye and sharing a kiss was their goodbye to each other. We don't know who saw them kiss but we will find out. I think the person that saw them kiss was someone who was the right person but all will be revealed soon.

In this chapter were picking up with Michonne in New York and I don't think you're going to like the ending, but stick with me on this one.


Am I Too Late?

Chapter 4


3 ½ months later...

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Michonne woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. She placed her hand on top of the switch to stop the beeping. It was 6 am; Michonne was always an early riser. She stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds. It had been over three months since she left Atlanta for New York City.

She often wondered what would have happened, if she would have stayed. Would Rick have fought for her to stay? Then what about that goodbye kiss? Michonne couldn't stop thinking about her lips against his. Michonne's mind would often think back to that day.

It had been a month since Rick and Michonne had last spoken. They had sent a few quick texts here and there. Then the texts suddenly stopped from both of them. Michonne had been so busy with setting up the new office that she hadn't even gotten a chance to speak to Rick.

There was an arm loosely draped around her waist. She turned to look at the person who was occupying her bed. His brown hair covered most of his face. Michonne let out a deep sigh, moving the arm next to her on the side of the bed.

Michonne pulled back the covers and threw her legs over the edge of her king-sized bed. She made her way to her en-suite bathroom. Michonne turned on the shower, letting the hot water run through. She stepped in for a quick shower and to wash her hair.

After towelling herself dry and applying lotion to her skin, Michonne put on a white blouse, black trousers, then slipped on her black patent heels.

Michonne made her way into her kitchen and turned on the coffee pot. She picked up a croissant and warmed it in the oven for a few minutes. Taking the warm bread out of the oven, she added a layer of butter to it. She took a small bite while leaning against the counter top.

"Hey, you didn't wake me."

Michonne looked up at the man walking into her kitchen in his grey boxer shorts. She looked at his toned chiselled chest first. Then the beard that covered part of his face, his warm brown eyes, and his dark brown wavy hair.

"Spencer, I didn't know I was your babysitter," Michonne said, smirking into her cup of tea.

He walked over to Michonne and placed his hands on her waist, leaning down to kiss her neck. Michonne shrugged him off her and moved to the opposite side of the room.

"Hey, don't run away from me now... because that's not what you were doing last night," he smirked.

Spencer managed to corner Michonne against the worktop. She was trapped and he pressed himself into her front.

"We don't have time for that," Michonne whined.

"You're the boss, so we do." Spencer placed a kiss on her lips. Michonne let out the smallest of moans.

"We don't. You have ten minutes to get dressed before we have to leave...maybe later."

"Ok," he grinned.

Spencer turned around and headed towards the shower. She stood and watched him leave.

Michonne turned around and made her way to her apartment's window, her hand slowly moving to the pendant around her neck. She playfully moved the letter across the chain as she looked out at the view, her mind, once again drifting to Rick Grimes.


Later on that day, Michonne sat in her office, her fingers tapping on the computer keyboard. Her phone rang and she picked it up and answered the call.

"Hey Maggie." Michonne stopped what she as doing and smiled.

"Hi hunny, you're still comin' down right?" It was the familiar sound of her southern twang on the phone, reminding her of home.

Michonne had a flight booked for Atlanta. In two days' time, she would be spending the holidays with her friends. Michonne's parents had offered for her to stay with them, but she wanted to stay with Maggie and Glenn.

"We are all looking forward to seeing you. The gang can't stop talking about you coming back, even Abe."

Michonne chuckled, pushing her chair back and crossing one leg over the other.

"I am looking forward to seeing you guys too," Michonne softly spoke.

"Glenn, will pick you up from the airport."

"He doesn't have too."

"It's fine Michonne. Please...Besides, I haven't given him a choice, and I am not giving you one either." Maggie laughed.

Michonne pursed her lips together and smiled.

"Ok, how's Hershel doing?" Michonne asked.

Maggie had given birth to her first son a few weeks ago. He was born prematurely. Michonne felt guilty that she hadn't managed to visit her godson sooner.

"He's doing really well. The doctors said he's happy, healthy, and will grow up to be a strong boy," Maggie cooed.

"That's good. I am glad to hear that. I can't wait to meet him."

Michonne was going to ask if Rick had seen him, but she stopped herself from asking the question.

"Hershel, can't wait to meet you either. He's goin' to love you."

Michonne heard a tiny cry down the phone.

"Look, I gotta go. He needs feedin'. Love you. I will see you in a few days."

"Yes, love you too. Bye Maggs."

Michonne was looking forward to going back home and seeing her friends and family. A part of her was also looking forward to seeing Rick. She knew she was bound to bump into him at some point.

She sat there for a few minutes in silence, until there was a knock at her office door.

"Come in," Michonne shouted. Spencer grinned and walked inside of her spacious office.

"What do you want? I am busy." Michonne playfully rolled her eyes.

Spencer closed the office door behind him and walked behind her desk. Michonne spun around in her chair and looked up at him. He half bent down and placed one hand on her glass desk.

"Well, I wanted to ask if you would come out to dinner with me tomorrow night, since I won't see you for a few weeks."

Michonne grinned and spoke,

"That's nice of you. I don't have any other plans, sooo I'd love to."

"Ok, good. Shall I pick you up at 7?"

Michonne nodded.

He leaned down and placed a long kiss on Michonne's lips.

After Spencer left Michonne's office, she decided to have a working lunch, catching up on emails, looking through the new client list. She tried to keep her mind busy over the next several hours, but her mind kept thinking about her trip back to Atlanta.


Rick couldn't get Michonne out of his mind, the kiss they shared, how her lips felt against his… But, that wasn't the only thing Rick couldn't stop thinking about. He couldn't stop thinking about what else could have happened that day in Abraham's office.

"Do you want this Michonne? Do you want me? Because I want you," Rick told, Michonne as she was backed up against the wall.

"I want you so bad. I've always wanted you... with me. Like this."

"I love you Michonne."

"I love you too Rick."

Rick nodded, pulling at the hem of her dress. He hooked his fingers into her red lace thong, dragging them half way down her thighs. Michonne widened her legs, giving Rick better access.

He ran two digits over the slit of her opening, coating his fingers with her sticky arousal. He pushed his fingers into her warmth.

"Ohh Rick!" She placed the palm of her hand on the wall to steady herself.

Rick pumped in and out, curling his fingers, and hitting her G-spot. Michonne gasped when he found the right spot. She panted, as she looked over her shoulder at him. She reached back with one hand to clutch the hem of his jacket. Michonne moaned into his ear, tugging her teeth across his ear lobe.

"Ohh...Rick...yes...hmmm."

Rick felt Michonne cum on his fingers. He pulled them out, and swirled his forefinger over her clit. She clasped her legs together, so sensitive after having just came.

She pushed her hands underneath his jacket, making it fall to the floor. Her slim fingers went to his shirt and unbuttoned a few of the buttons. She ripped it off his arms, throwing it onto the floor.

Rick undid his belt buckle, and pulled his zipper down. Michonne's lips fell to Rick's neck kissing, and licking. Her hand travelled down his toned chest, finally reaching the outside of his boxer shorts. She gripped onto his bulge, squeezing tight. Rick groaned, pulling away from her lips.

She gasped, when she felt how big he was in her hands. She rubbed her hand up and down his shaft a few times as her lips nipped on the outline of his jaw.

Michonne kissed Rick hard, with need and urgency.

Their lips never parted as they hurriedly walked over to the black leather couch. Michonne lost her black leather jacket on the way. She sat down on the edge of the couch and dragged her underwear down her legs. Michonne quickly removed her boots. They didn't have time for any other clothes to be removed, as anyone could catch them at any moment.

Rick kneeled on the floor, in between her legs. He pulled down the front of her dress and unhooked the front of her red lace bra; her round breasts fell forward. He latched his lips onto her dark bud, kissing around her areola at first. It was a darker shade than her breast. He then swirled and sucked his pink wet tongue over her long nipples.

Michonne threw her head back and moaned, cradling Rick's head into her breasts.

The pleasure of having Rick devour her breasts was too intense. He then began to lightly nip her nipple with his teeth.

"I need you inside of me. I need to feel you...please," Michonne begged, looking down at Rick with lust.

Rick nodded, moving Michonne onto her back. He pushed her legs apart wide with his hands. He ran the tip of his head over her a clit a few times. Michonne settled her legs high on his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her.

He watched her face as he slipped in a few inches at a time.

"Hmmmm," she let a loud moan escape. Getting used to being stretched like this.

"Sssh baby, someone will hear us...and we don't want that now."

Michonne bit her lip and shook her head to the side.

They forgot about their surroundings. Their friends and Michonne's family were only down the hallway. Any of them could walk in and catch them at any moment.

Rick moved his face towards hers, his lips on hers, as he pushed the last inches inside of her.

They both moaned into each other's mouth.

"Ooooh Rick," she mumbled against his lips.

Her tight wet folds enveloped him. Rick felt just right for her. He fitted her perfectly, as she took in all of him.

Then, Rick started to roll his hips. She moved her lips of his and opened her mouth wide.

Rick thrusts were getting harder and going deeper into her. Michonne's hands gripped his back, her nails piercing into his skin. She wanted to leave her mark on his body.

Michonne arched her back. She moved her hand, placing it on her swollen nub. She wanted them to both finish together. She moved her finger in a fast motion. Her legs shaking in the air.

Rick was close. He picked up his speed even more, pounding into her. He suddenly felt her, convulsing around him.

"Oh... I am cumming. Rick... please don't stop," Michonne cried, removing her fingers from her clit. She only wanted Rick to bring her over the edge.

Michonne's climax hit her, and she moved her hands to grip his strong biceps.

Rick moved her left leg higher in the air, opening her up even more for him. She was so slick and wet; he easily slid in and out of her.

"Ahhh... Chonne." Rick grunted. He pulled himself out and spilled his seed onto her inner thigh.

Rick moved so they both lay on their sides. Rick kissed her forehead.

"I meant everything I said, Michonne. I love you... I want to be with you."

"I know Rick. I want to be with you too, and I love you too," Michonne smiled, circling her finger tips over his chest hair.


That was the same thought that got Rick through nights like this. Especially, times like now.

The legs he was in between now, weren't Michonne's. The hands that gripped his back weren't Michonne's. The lips he was kissing weren't Michonne's.

He was nearing his orgasm.

Rick's eyes snapped shut and he picked up his speed. He opened his mouth and the words fell from his mouth. It wasn't Jessie's name, he shouted.

"Michonne...Oh God Michonne. Michonne!" Rick moaned.

He opened his eyes. Rick realised in that moment what he just did. He moaned Michonne's name as he came. He quickly got up and pulled his pants up tucking himself in. Rick ran out of the bedroom.

Jessie's eyes widened in shock as Rick walked out, leaving her to lay there on her own.


Rick was in his kitchen in the home he shared with Jessie, having original sold his property to move into Jessie's home. Rick thought back to how angry Michonne was. He had sold the four bedroom home he had lived in for three years because of Jessie. Rick heard her footsteps behind him. He turned around and quietly spoke,

"This isn't workin' Jessie."

"What?" Jessie said, folding her arms over her chest.

"I can't put my heart into this. This isn't workin'," Rick repeated again.

Jessie's mouth dropped open. She was shocked by her husband's confession. Jessie launched forward and slapped Rick hard across his face.

"I deserved that." Rick rubbed his cheek from the sting of the slap.

"Why?"

"I think you know why."

"No, I don't Rick. So, you will have to explain it to me." Jessie demanded.

Rick slowly nodded.

"You said you chose me. So what happened? I don't get it Rick. I want YOU to tell me why this isn't working." Jessie pointed at Rick's chest.

Rick let out a deep sigh.

"Michonne...that's why this isn't wrokin'. Why this can't work Jessie. Because of Michonne. You know what it's not even just Michonne. This is between me and you...I thought it could work out."

"You didn't even try."

"I did try, more than you will ever know." Rick quipped back.

"You didn't even want to touch me before today, then you call HER name during sex!"!" Jessie burst into tears.

Jessie and Rick hadn't had sex in a few months. More because Rick felt guilty about having any physical contact with her since his kiss with Michonne.

"That was before..."

"Before, Michonne confessed her dying love for you-you mean!" Jessie spat.

Jessie was about to hit him again. Rick gripped her wrists and stopped her from hitting him again. She sobbed loudly.

"I am sorry, Jessie. I really am." He let go of her wrists. Rick started to walk out of the kitchen.

"Don't walk away from me Rick," Jessie cried, tears falling from her eyes.

"You can't leave me. You can't leave me, because I am pregnant Rick."

Rick froze in his tracks. He turned around slowly to face Jessie, his eyes widened in shock.

"We're going to have a baby. I am going to have your baby." Jessie looked into Rick's eyes.


Author's note:

Jessie is pregnant and things are going to get messy... It's clear Rick and Michonne both can't forget about that kiss... and more. What do you think of Michonne moving on with Spencer?

Thank you, as always, for taking the time out to read.