Author's note:
Thank you so much for all your previous comments. Ok, we have some reservations from the last chapter, questions, worries and everything else...We're picking up from the end of that chapter...
Also I wanted to note quickly last chapter Rick and Michonne didn't sleep together. I went back and changed that section to italics because unfortunately it was a dream/thought Rick had. Sorry for the confusion.
Am I Too Late?
Chapter 5
"You're pregnant?" Rick rubbed his hand down the side of his face.
Jessie slowly nodded.
Rick felt like the room was spinning.
He couldn't say anything. He opened his mouth, about to speak, but he couldn't find the words. Because, there were no words.
What was he expected to say? Rick quickly grabbed his keys and coat and left his home.
We're going to have a baby were the words that had been swirling around Rick's head, playing over and over again. Rick had driven around town for an hour, until he ended up at Abe's bar. He pulled his car into the parking lot. After entering the bar, he ordered his usual drink and took a seat in a brown leather booth.
Over half an hour later, Shane walked into Who's Deanna. Rosita had phoned Shane to say Rick was in the bar.
Shane headed over to the table with two glasses of whiskey.
"Buddy, you should be at home with your wife." Shane said, taking a seat opposite his best friend.
Rick nodded his head, swishing the contents of his glass of Jack Daniels around, before taking the last gulp. He placed the empty glass on the table.
Rick's phone rang again. He had lost count of how many times his phone had rung since he left Jessie standing there in the hallway.
Shane looked down at Rick's iPhone on the table vibrating.
"Jessie?"
"Yeah."
"Why are you ignoring her phone calls? That's the 3rd time she's rang you since I've been here. And I don't wanna know how many more missed calls you got before I turned up," Shane huffed.
"It doesn't matter," Rick said, picking his phone up from the table. He turned his phone off and placed it in his front pocket.
He should be happy. He had always wanted to have a baby, a family, and a wife. But, he wasn't happy that he was having a baby...especially not with Jessie.
Shane slid another full glass of alcohol over to Rick.
"Thanks," Rick said taking a small sip.
There was a deafening silence between the men. In the background, there was music from the juke box playing and small chatter in the bar.
"Shane...I think...I think I made a mistake." Rick said, looking up.
"I figured enough..." Shane let out a deep sigh.
"What happened?" Shane asked, leaning forward and crossing his arms together.
Rick finished his drink contents again and placed the glass on the wooden table.
"Jessie...she er...she says she's pregnant." Rick stared down into the empty glass.
Shane leaned back un-folding his arms. He let out a sharp breath of air.
"What did you say? You telling me you were out making a baby, with a woman you don't think you're in love with?" Shane ran his hand through his hair.
"I thought I owed it to her to try." Rick dryly said.
"You thought you owed it to her to try? But now you're having a baby with a woman you don't love."
Rick bit on his bottom lip. His legs were shaking underneath the table. He ran his hand down his jean clad leg and shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
"I don't love Jessie. I thought I did and I don't know how to make this right with everyone. Jessie. Michonne. Myself. My parents. I feel like I let everybody down. And I don't know what to do about this...I don't know how to fix this." Rick looked towards the side fighting back the tears.
Shane didn't know what to say. He was never good at giving advice. It was Daryl who was best suited for talks like this.
"Do you even want this baby?" Shane questioned.
"Of course, I want the baby."
"Just not Jessie, right?"
Rick looked back at his best friend of twelve years.
"I always wanted to be a father. I thought it would be with someone I love. I am not saying I didn't love Jessie I did. But something changed."
Shane nodded.
"I need somewhere to stay tonight. I can't go back home."
"Ok, you can stay with me and Andrea." Shane started to stand up.
"Thank you. I appreciate it," Rick said.
Shane pulled out his wallet and headed towards where Rosita stood behind the bar. He handed her 50 dollars and Rick followed.
They left a few minutes later. Shane drove them over to his and Andrea's house. Rick just wanted to turn his brain off and lie down. They both understood.
Rick climbed the stairs to their spare room and shut the bedroom door behind him. He stripped himself of his clothing, until he was only in his boxers. Rick turned his phone back on. But, then when he saw how many more missed calls were flashing on his screen, he turned the device off. He eventually knew he would have to speak to Jessie. Just not for a few days.
He pulled back the baby blue comforter and slid into the double bed. Rick closed his eyes.
Rick didn't know how he was going to fix everything. He just knew he had to make it right with everyone.
Back in New York...
Michonne was dressed in a burgundy velvet bodycon silhouette dress. The soft fabric flattered over her curves. It had small skinny straps and draped at the front from the neckline revealing her cleavage. There was a sheer lace framed a keyhole which was cut out on the back of the dress. She wore a pair of black strappy heels and a black clutch bag. Michonne had recently changed her hairstyle to a sleek and shiny long bob. She added the final touches of gold hoop earrings and applying her plum shade of lipstick.
Spencer was a little younger than Michonne, though only by four years; 26 to her 30. He wasn't a bad guy over all. He was charming, charismatic and looked very good in a suit. She needed to get over Rick. After all, he was with Jessie. Michonne wanted a piece of happiness, just like what she thought Rick had. But, little did she know, it was far from the truth.
It happened one day when she and Spencer were both working late one night. There was this sexual frustration between them. Spencer had spent several days staying late with Michonne at the office, buying her takeout and hanging out. Then, one thing led to another. They kissed until her skirt was pulled up around her waist and his pants were down around his ankles. They had frantic sex on the boardroom table. Luckily everyone had gone home for the evening.
Michonne didn't know what came over her. She had never before acted that way with a guy she had just met. But, it had been a few years since she found anyone attractive or had a physical connection with.
He was good fun. Spencer treated her well. Could she see herself settling down with him? Maybe...Maybe not. Michonne wasn't sure because her heart felt like it belonged to Rick. It still felt like it belonged to him.
The couple arrived at a fancy Japanese restaurant called Zenkichi. There was intricate lighting, narrow passageways and everything was lined with beautifully decorated trompe mirrors. There was a small bamboo garden that leads into a tropical forest.
They were seated in one of the private booths. They spent their meal laughing, talking, and sharing good food.
Spencer and Michonne went to a club afterwards. Michonne danced sexily on him, grinding herself into his crotch. Between the two of them, they consumed a lot of alcohol. Michonne asked him to take her home. They jumped into a taxi, where they kissed and let their hands roam everywhere. They arrived at her apartment, just making it through the front door.
He picked Michonne up and placed her onto the kitchen counter. Their eyes were hooded with lust. He ran his hands up her toned thighs, pushing her dress to her hips. He hooked his fingers into her lace G-string and dragged it down her legs. His lips latched onto hers. Spencer's fingers ran over her opening as Michonne helped him un-buckle his trousers. When he was finally freed, he aligned himself with her entrance, and pushed deep into her body. Michonne cried out, his thrusts hard and powerful. He pulled out and helped her get down off the counter. Spencer turned her around and entered her again from behind. Their moans filled her empty apartment.
Michonne came first, with Spencer following soon after.
They took a quick shower together, and Spencer stayed the night. They made love the following morning. Spencer had insisted on dropping Michonne off at the airport, where they shared a goodbye kiss. After watching Michonne board the plane, Spencer left.
The next day...
Michonne was currently sitting in first class on a flight back to Atlanta. She looked out the window, as the clouds passed her by. Michonne smiled at the view. There were a few hours left before they would land.
She thought numerous times about giving Rick a ring. She wanted to tell him personally that she would be back home for two weeks. Maybe there would be an opportunity for them to see each other.
Michonne missed him. She missed his crooked smile. She missed his loud laugh. She missed his breathtakingly blue eyes. She missed the way he smelled from the aftershave he wore, and even his laundry detergent.
Does he miss me? Does he even think about me? Michonne thought. Her hand once again fell to the gold M necklace around her neck.
The closer Michonne came to Atlanta, the more she started to forget about her new life in New York City.
Author's note:
So, Michonne is on her way back to Atlanta...wonder what is going to happen now? Rick wants the baby but he doesn't want Jessie...I wonder how this will all go down? Hmm...
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