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"So your husband is taking you out on a date huh?" Sasha was all smiles with her tease leaning on the door frame as Michonne collected the clothes from the dryer. Michonne retreated to the living room to hide the blush that crept up her cheeks and to get away from Sasha's continued line of questioning. Every time she thought about her upcoming date with Rick that night and how much she was looking forward to it she grew overly excited.

Hot on her tails her sister wasn't letting up so she decided to give her whatever she wanted. "Yes Sasha. He is. And yes I'm excited."

"Where is he taking you?"

"I'm not sure, he just said to dress up." The advice from Rick could mean anything as she had discovered. Dressing up for him meant jeans and a shirt, she didn't want to end up wearing a gown to a burger bar. She hoped wherever they were headed tonight he didn't wear that God forsaken cowboy boots that he never left home without.

"I think it's sweet, you getting to fall for him again. That's the plan right? I'm jealous." Sasha said clasping her hands together in glee. Her sister was getting a second chance at falling in love. Who wouldn't want that kind of experience, twice?

"The plan is just for us to get to know each other again. I just hope he can fall in love with Michonne 2.0."

"Who doesn't like a new and improved anything?" They shrugged in silly unison.

"And don't be jealous you and Abe are perfect that's why you're marrying him."

"I'm marrying him because when we met he walked up to me and asked if I had a boyfriend and even though I said yes he said what I really need is a husband and proceeded to give me his phone number. I'm marrying a caveman." Abe could be a brute sometimes but in their few interactions thus far she discovered how much he loved her sister and he was the only one who could take her 'tude as he would say.

"Well Rick and I appreciate you and your caveman watching the boys for us tonight."

"Abe said it's good practice because he wants me to pop out three carrot tops as soon as possible. I said boy you must be trippin'"Michonne laughed knowing fully well as opinionated as Sasha was she would do anything for her fiance, even if that meant giving birth to three foul mouthed gingers.

"Rick said when we get home tonight I can use the key he gave me to check out my surprise." The element of surprise was what kept her motivated all day. She fished the gold key from her pocket and held it up for Sasha to inspect.

"It looks like a key for a door. It's not the key to his heart right? I mean I know my brother in law gives some lame dad jokes but he isn't that corny? Is he?"

Michonne rolled her eyes in feigned annoyance. "No it isn't the key to his heart. But it's a key that leads to somewhere and I'm very intrigued." She knew it was something he had done in the shed, she just had no clue what it was.

"Why are my kids so quiet?" The prolonged silence was speaking to her as she leaned her ear towards the stairs, listening to any kind of sound or movement upstairs. In the case of her two boys no news wasn't always good news.

"Leave my boys, they're doing their homework!" Sasha pleaded, following Michonne into the spotless kitchen.

"I made chicken pot pie for dinner and apple pie for dessert. Carl will want more, cut him off after seconds. And Dre will want dessert before dinner, I'll leave you to deal with that. Sometimes Dre wants milk before bed, give it to him just so he won't fuss otherwise he'll give you a lecture on the importance of milk for a growing boy and trust me you don't need that kind of pain in your life. Oh and make sure Carl doesn't have his DS under his pillow. He's a sneaky one." Giving out precise instructions on how to care for her boys filled her with pride. She was efficient and fluent in their likes and dislikes, quirks and habits and it made her feel like she was on top of the world. That and the fact she no longer had her memory loss like a wedge between her and Rick and everything she didn't know she needed. They had a clean slate and she was ready to dive head first in getting to know Rick, again.

He loved her more than her memories.

His words resonated with her every time she had doubts or hesitations.

"I get it. Geez, this isn't the first time you've trusted me with living breathing pieces of your heart and soul Chonne. Now you're wearing something sexy tonight right?" Sasha sat on the stool at the counter watching Michonne recreate a basket of fruits on the marble countertop, she grabbed an apple from the ensemble and took a bite.

"I plan too. Looks like I've got a lot of clothes." She shrugged off the concern, not giving it much thought. She took a sip of water from the mug she pulled out of the white refrigerator door.

"You're a lawyer the money is good. Sooo you two are gonna bone right?"

Michonne spat out the sip of water she held in her mouth over the sink at Sasha's unexpected question.

"Did I do this to you? Did my time away in the city make you so crass?"

"You've met Abe right?" She clarified for her sister, "Abraham's face was in the dictionary next to the word crass, along with lude and improper." She paused for a bit before she continued in her interrogation."Well...are you?"

"Seriously?"

"He's your husband! It's been a while. You guys still have that whole eye sex thing going. In the earlies I had to go to therapy because of it, you two literally didn't care who was in the room…" she left her sentence in the air knowing she had a good point.

Whenever Michonne thought about sharing her body with Rick she only anticipated how he would possessed her soul, probably more than he would possessed her body. She knew it wouldn't be a one off feeling and knowing how much she had started to consider the possibility of a new found intimacy with him heightened the craving of wanting to feel so unencumbered with Rick.

The kitchen door yanked open and in walked the man in question, a brown paper bag full of groceries in his hand.

"Sash you're early? Abe said he'd be here shortly. He text me not too long ago."

"So Abe text you but he's unable to respond to three of my messages for the past hour? Really?"

Rick lifted his hands in surrender not wanting to get involved in any miscommunication between his friend and his sister in law. After placing the brown bag on the counter he turned to Michonne who was all smiles when she looked up at him. She never realized how perfect their height distance was before.

"Hi." He greeted, placing his both hands on the counter, trapping her in a cage of strong arms and a heady gaze.

"Hi." she responded unable to control the blush that spread across her face thanking God for the darkness of her skin tone. Their new found closeness freed her and she didn't want to hold back on how being in Rick's aura affected her.

"Here's like an hour out of my life." Sasha threw her hands in the air as she walked off leaving the pair in the kitchen alone. Since Michonne returned home to stay for a few days leaving Rick with no choice but to visit them at Deanna's to see his family a bond had developed between the two.

She was happy Michonne wasn't fighting it anymore. As much as she hadn't agreed with Michonne leaving Rick and taking his two kids with her, the distance had provided them both with some much needed perspective on their unfortunate circumstances giving them no choice but to find new ways to approach their domestic gridlock. Their separation was hard on both parties involved but it brought about benefits that may have been harder to work through had they stayed together avoiding issues that were too loud to mute any longer.

Now, as much as she played off she was annoyed at their unashamed touching it was like a flashback to an earlier time when her sister was pregnant for a dead guy yet happily in love with a man who brought her back to life.

Rick kissed Michonne, bringing her petite frame into his hold. Her breasts crushed against his chest and she felt an awakening in her core.

"Someone said you had a date tonight?" He was in a playful mood.

"Yeah some guy I met. Kinda cute. Carries a gun." So was she.

"Really now? You gonna give it up on the first date?" He kissed her nose, the remnants of his nagging day falling away at his feet.

"A lady never kisses and tells." She tilted her face, giving him better access to her cheek.

"Want some advice?" he said two kisses later.

"I can put the advice in reserve, what you got?" her hands smoothened the lapels of his sheriff's shirt in need of an excuse to touch his covered chest.

"Don't give it up on the first date."

"Why not?" she looked up at him, her eyebrows raised in question at his unsolicited advice.

"Because by date number two you're gonna have this poor schmuck askin' you to marry him and from what I remember you already have a husband and I'm almost certain his gun is bigger than most."

He was being cocky and in the midst of his cockiness he was wearing the smile she gave him so she kissed him again, only this time her arms went around him bringing him closer than the air that stilled around them.

Sasha returned with another laundry basket of clothes "Seriously? Right in front of my laundry?"

They reluctantly pulled apart reasoning and good judgement letting them loose.

"If we don't get ready now we're going to be late." Michonne said clearing her throat.

"Mmmhhmmm." Sasha said eyeing them both with ridicule. They sauntered upstairs in a hand hold to prepare for the evening.

….

"Y'all better not come back here with no babies." Sasha teased as she watched them walk down the driveway hand in hand. Andre and Carl had said their goodbyes and ran back upstairs to finish a game they were playing, too innocent to understand the significance of their folks going on this special date.

"How long you think they're gonna hold off on ugging bumplies for?" Abe asked closing the door behind them.

"Hopefully not much longer. They need to have sex. I don't know what other language I can say it in again for my stubborn sister to get the message."

"So umm...the kids go to sleep after dinner right?" Abe said hovering over Sasha as she sat down on the couch, remote in hand.

"Abraham Ford you're an idiot. Don't you even think about it!"

"Can't blame me for trying. When we're married I hope you know you can't say no to me."

"Oh Abe. When we get married that's when I really can"

….

The drive to the city had been serene, conversation was flowing and although she had all the nervous energy that accompanied a first date she couldn't help but feel comforted by the effortless way Rick knew and understood her. He knew the topics they could discuss at length together and she even gave him a genuine laugh at his corny jokes Sasha was referring to. It was so cute the way he laughed at the lameness of his own joke.

He was creating havoc with her insides with what he chose to wear tonight; a white cotton shirt with blue coloured khakis. He wasn't as clean shaven as he'd been when she returned home, the three day stubble had her and her libido in constant debate about which Rick look she preferred more. Either one could have her in submission to him for the rest of the night. Her husband was an attractive man and she kicked down every wall that could potentially stand between them and a memorable night together. She hoped it was the first of many.

Rick couldn't help but admire the beautiful smile that had taken up residence on Michonne's face the minute he had walked in the door. Coming to the city had been a good idea, it was where they met, their blossoming romance taking root in the ground that not even a death defying car accident could destroy. He was so proud of his wife he could burst. She was making every effort to be present with him and it didn't feel as though her excitable manner held any pretense. She was enjoying his company as much as he was enjoying hers. He was mesmerized by her beauty, even after all these years nothing could ever prepare him for it. Tonight was no exception; her locs were freshly styled, pulled back in a french braid that showcased her full face. The gold eyeshadow she wore added to her luminous beauty that had every man in the three star restaurant turning their heads upon arrival.

What stood out to him the most, what stirred his heart and renewed his faith in the timeless bond they shared was what she wore tonight on their second first date; a maroon colored wrap dress that opened at her cleavage, showing off her small waist and well rounded ass. It's sanguine significance being it was the exact dress she wore on their first date when he was nervous as hell and she was perfect, radiant in her fourth month of pregnancy. She wore it unprompted, of her own volition without knowing it already held their history.

Fate wasn't failing him. They were still soulmates, still very much meant to be despite the lack of data her brain held. Her heart was functioning at full capacity even if she didn't realize.

Who couldn't help but fall in love with her, again?

They had reservations at a new restaurant called il giardino del cibo specializing in authentic Italian cuisine and a daring ambience that transported you to one of the more intimate locations in the famous European country like Florence or Turin. There was soft Italian music playing in the speakers above them adding to the elegance and sophistication of the fine dining they presented. Soft light whispered over them fabricating their own classified space among a sea of couples and friends out to enjoy the evening too. He really hadn't notice anyone else besides the dark skinned goddess in front of him. She was currently enjoying the chocolate cake she ordered for dessert telling Rick if she didn't have the treat she would die. Her love for anything chocolate remained in tact.

"You sure you don't want a glass of wine?" He asked pouring himself another glass of port, although he was still stuffed from the lavish dinner they had not too long ago.

"I'm sure." She said sipping on the coca cola she hadn't touched much of. She wanted the alcohol but she also didn't want anything to impair her judgement in any important decisions she had to make tonight. She wanted to be lucid enough to ensure she was making all the right ones when it came to sharing her heart and hopefully her body with Rick. Taking Hershel's advice she was also trusting her gut and her gut was also saying wine wasn't going to mix well with the way she had been feeling the past few weeks so she didn't want to indulge until her check up with Dr. King tomorrow showed her she was in the all clear.

"You know I always loved the city but something like school or an uneasy pregnancy always held me back from exploring it thoroughly."

He remembered her saying that which was why she appointed herself as his and Carl's tour guide when they first came out to see Maggie. They had gone exploring together; restaurants, sightseeing, street food they had done it all but her episodic memories failed her at best these days and he tried not to dwell on it. Instead he opted to cease the opportunity to do something she loved doing. "Where would you want to go if you had the chance?" He knew what her answer was going to be before he saw the dazzle in her eyes.

"The planetarium." she said eagerly.

They had been there twice together and once with Carl. "That's what you want?" Whatever her desire he would grant it. The projection of stars and planets captured her interests with childlike wonder and he would do anything to make Michonne happy.

"You want us to get that cake to go?" He was signaling to their server to bring their bill. Rick was ready to continue their evening under less scrutiny, reticent to share her with so much people.

"We're going there now? Aren't we overdressed?"

"Nah."

She wasn't going to make a fuss, after all he wasn't in his cowboy boots tonight, he was in a pair of brown loafers and seeing the paleness of his feet somehow made him even more adorable to her.

"This cake is definitely to go." She would eat it later when she was reminiscing on the beautiful night she had with Rick.

….

Gazing at constellations, even through a computer simulation reminded her of how small she was on the grand scheme of things and if she was given a second chance at life, at being a better mother and maybe even a better wife she was more blessed than most. It helped put everything into perspective. The illustration of the solar system was both entertaining and educational and she made a mental note to drive Carl and Andre out to see it soon. The dome shaped building was large in its stance and the projection screen was a flattering imitator of the original night sky. It was a colorful showing of the stars and planets aligning in perfect pattern, a display of the heavens she deemed it. A realistic simulation at best. They sat for a while observing silently and audibly the little and big things that made up the Galaxy and how much their boys would enjoy the show. Their hands had slipped into each other during the space movie and now she was craving more of his body heat and it wasn't even cold.

Rick was feeling like he was on cloud nine only it was a minimization of what he truly felt. He was like the constellations Michonne loved so much, he was flying high above the clouds all because he could openly touch his wife again. It was a long way from her shying away from his touch at the hospital. It said so much about where she was mentally but more important where she was in her heart; the place where everything grew.

She had her natural phenomena in the orrery, he had his in her eyes. It felt like the first time all over again watching her take in the majestic atmosphere as the blue light of the dome's screen projection brightened her face like a beacon in a storm while the stars danced with iridescent splendor above them.

"You really enjoyed this didn't you?" Everyone around them was gathering themselves to leave, the viewing of space and time over.

"I did." She said taking her coat from his extended arm. "Thank you." She kissed him again, it happened so often during the evening he had lost count.

They came upon an elderly couple in the foyer trying but failing at taking a selfie. Before Michonne could nudge Rick to assist them he offered his services to the sweet duo.

"Oh that's very kind of you. My son bought me this new phone. I don't even know how to make a call on this thing farless take an ussie" The older gentleman who had a white beard and blue eyes like his father said shaking with laughter.

"We'll figure it out." Rick took the iPhone, trying to work his magic. Michonne laughed a bit too loudly at his antics knowing fully well Rick was also technologically inept but she gave him a full ten points for trying.

The dark skinned woman who Michonne assumed was the gentleman's wife turned to Michonne with a kind smile. She tilted her head to where Rick and her husband were debating the location of the camera button. "First date?"

"You could say that." Her response made her feel like a teenager.

"Hold onto him he looks like a keeper." The old lady said with no mendaciousness in her tone.

"Yeah he does doesn't he?" She observed Rick's kindness in silent admiration. There was no denying how genuine this man's heart was.

"I knew my Ernie was the one for me the day I met him. It's been forty years for us. Sometimes you just know when things are meant to be." She pointed above them with confidence, "Stars align so to speak. You will too dear."

To know she and Ernie were together for someone's lifetime stirred a longing within Michonne. She could see her and Rick growing old together. Wilma's face didn't tell her age, her skin was still as smooth and wrinkle free as when she was Michonne's age, creating a timeless aura that transcended from her face to her warm spirit. Her black didn't crack and if she and Rick did in fact grow old together at least he had that to look forward to.

"Thank you." There was deep sincerity in her tone, it seemed that the old folks had been a guiding light for her. Experience was always better than a GPS system that always assumed it was headed in the right direction.

"Wilma, I think he got it." Ernie said gathering his wife in his arms to pose for the picture Rick was trying to perfectly capture for the sweet couple.

Rick took a few candid shots of Wilma and Ernie and handed the phone back to them when he was finished.

"Thank you son, Ms. We wish you two the best." Ernie topped his imaginary hat to Michonne.

"And lots of babies!" Wilma added in an earnest tease before they walked off in their cuddled position.

"It's Sasha and Abe forty years from now." Rick said lacing her hand with his again. Her skin was warm against his touch.

"A sedated Sasha and Abe you mean." She shook with laughter. She lifted their clasped hands to her lips and kiss the back of his. A feeling of home had settled over her at Wilma's words and all she wanted to do now was be alone with Rick. Somehow her future was imbedded in her flaws and Rick showed her he loved her, flaws and all.

He kissed the top of her head and pulled her further into his embrace.

"You tired baby?" He asked knowing they had been at the planetarium for about an hour.

"Not tired but I do want to go home."

The promise that held in her eyes as she looked up to him did nothing to calm his elation at her welcoming close proximity. He had an opposite reaction to her request, images of him touching her and kissing her neck made his already snug pants even tighter.

He couldn't wait for the emptiness of their home to kiss her, had wanted to since they had sat down at the restaurant. He wished she remembered how public displays of affection used to be their modus operandi, not because they wanted to impress anyone but just because they couldn't control themselves. He wanted to return to a time where they couldn't get enough of each other.

Maybe tonight was a good time to remind her.

"Let's go home."

….

Even as they were briefed by Sasha and Abe about the thankfully smooth night they had with the kids Michonne was heavily distracted with thoughts of Rick's hand on her thigh on the entire drive home. The way his fingers had creeped under her dress teasing her core with his potential touch only to descend to a successive rub of her knees. It had been a pleasurable mock and a hopeful hint of things to come.

Waving them off on the porch she couldn't keep the visual of the kiss he planted on her in the planetarium and how right it felt letting the world see how much they wanted each other.

"Do you want to do it now?" Rick asked leaning on the frame of their front door getting some kind of amusement from her instant fluster.

His question had her hot and bothered and it took her a few seconds to catch that he was referring to the room reveal and absolutely, positively, unfortunately not about sex. It wasn't her fault all she could think about was Rick strumming her like his favorite guitar.

"Yy...yes let's." She managed to mumble as he took her hand to go around the house. She hesitated for a bit concerned about the boys if they woke up and needed her.

"They're not gonna wake up." He eased her mind of their only hinderance and she was satisfied in his confidence.

The late night air had a chill but he stuck so close to her body until there was no vacancy for the cold to attack her. Standing on the threshold of the garage door her body hummed in excitement, anxious to see what Rick had created for her.

"You ready?" He asked his hands blindfolding her, he didn't want any peeking.

"Yes already!" She danced under his touch like an anxious kid at a birthday party. She heard the bolt unlock and then listened to a door slide across on its hinge. Rick laid a palm on her belly, maneuvering her from behind to step inside.

She smelled the fresh paint and figured Rick had cleaned up the messy shed like she asked just like he had finally fixed the front porch light. All these things were a white light to his goodness and made her see she did have a good one.

She was in disbelief when his fingers dropped from her eyes to reveal all the fixings of a pottery room, her jaw dropped, her eyes widened and she was shocked that this is what he had done for her.

"Oh. My. God. Rick!" She saw the kiln, the shelving, the lovely burnt orange color on the wall and the beautiful pottery wheel, she knew these items were expensive depending on the brand purchased. Rick went out of his way to create a space for her to practice her pottery. If she wasn't falling for him before she would need someone to pick her off the ground now because she was about to turn potty in his hands, a most suitable pun.

"Rick." She turned around to face him after her eyes took in every square inch of the room.

"You like it right?" His arms were folded in wait.

"Like it? I love it."

"Daryl helped."

"Remind me to thank him but how do you know I'm any good." She was yet to bring home a piece of her work but she would be motivated knowing she had her own place to practice her pottery.

He loved her more than her memories.

This grand gesture of love was him showing her that. Her heart was settled in paving a way for her to truly surrender to her husband. She hoped that in doing so it would be more significant than any symbol of their love before. His gesture was a caveat to her concession to any crumbs of uncertainty that lingered before her.

If this wasn't what love looked like then she'd prefer to be blind to its form because in Rick's cerulean blues she saw patience and kindness, she saw selflessness, she saw love shining from him and it was brighter than any star held in any constellation.

She saw a man who would help an elderly couple take a picture. She saw a man willing to love her even though she carried another man's child. She saw a man loving her son as though he came from his loins. She saw a man who would plaster post it notes all around the house to help guide his amnesiac wife. Her inverse positioning of feeling anchorless and adrift for the past weeks was juxtaposed now by a feeling of home. Only in her discovery, that rush she had all night of feeling like home wasn't a feeling at all but an identification in a person, it was Rick; Rick was home.

"The cupboards just holds the basic stuff I'm not sure of what you need to make...umm your stuff and things but just tell me and I'll get them for you."

"I'll make you something." She didn't know what but her first official piece belonged to him. Pottery helped her get to this point along with the advice of those who loved her without question. Working with clay helped her to accept it's fluidity, the art was like life itself; it was a process and there had been times when the piece she spent so much time on didn't work out as she expected. She learned that sometimes stepping away was necessary to reset, to readjust. Upon her return she realized looks could be relative as she witness the beauty in her brokenness. There was a measure of gratitude knowing there was purpose to her pain all along.

Rick didn't see her as an empty vase but as a vessel to fill with more of his love, helping her grow in the process and taking the barriers off her limitations.

She had sussed out his honesty and knew she could trust him with her body.

She was emboldened when she walked towards him until they were toe to toe, her arms closed him in bringing them chest to chest. She tongued him like a wanton woman, greedy with a fire and a passion that staggered them both. He moaned into her mouth as his hands sought purchase on her ass. He squeezed her flesh there, pulling her hot center on his. She was barely staying afloat in the sea of arousal that had overtaken her. Rick pulled away from the ravishing of his mouth, needing to know they were on a road leading to the same place.

"Michonne, what're we doin' here?"

She answered by unzipping his pants. He stared at her holding her chin as he tried to take the tremble out of his voice as he spoke. "Michonne…" he dragged her name out in a soft voice, "You sure? Because once I start touching you I won't be able to stop."

She stepped away from him and he thought she was having second thoughts but she loosened the wrap in her dress in a slow manner, tugging it off her shoulders and letting the material slip off her body landing in a pool on the floor killing any resolve he had at investing in a half hearted dalliance with the sexiest woman he knew.

Rick's mouth watered and his dick twitched at the earthy sight of her in her black panty and push up bra. Her breasts looked swollen from the confines of her cups and his fingers itched to touch them.

"I don't want you to stop Rick."

"Michonne…."

"You want me Rick?" As bold and determined as she was she needed to know he found her desirable.

Want was too tame to describe the boiling need he had for her. "More than you could ever know."

"Then give me a memory I can use." She walked to him and kissed and licked on his neck as his hands found their way to her ass again kneading her flesh greedily. It had been so long. He missed his wife, her perfume was suffusing his senses escalating his thoughts to them naked on the ground with her undulating beneath him. He palmed her breasts still encased in her bra enjoying the rough feel of the material in his hands. He was fully aroused, grateful she had already loosened his belt and zipper. Michonne kissed all over his neck then left a litany of kisses all down his chest until she was bent at the knees facing his erection like a happy kid about to suck a lollipop.

Michonne knew her panties were wet, touching and kissing Rick had dampened her underwear almost immediately. She tugged down his pants and boxers wanting to cheer when his pink dick stuck out in salute to what was about to be delivered.

She felt Rick touch her head, "Baby…" he didn't finish, he wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. The sight of her on her knees in front of him was his undoing, he was about to get resurged. It had been a long time since Michonne had given him life like this.

"Sshh." She quieted him before taking him all the way in her wet, hot mouth.

He was silent at first, unable to speak as her skillful mouth bobbed up and down on his dick. Her tongue stroking the fire that burned in his belly in ways he hadn't felt before with her.

He needed to touch her pussy so badly, with his tongue.

Michonne continued her craft and Rick continued playing with her braided locs. He needed something to hold onto because his wife was going at it like a speed racer. If she continued at this pace she was going to suck the life out of him.

What a way to go though.

"Baby." He held her chin as she let him go with a loud pop.

"My turn." He said with promise. There was nowhere in the pottery room suitable for what they were about to do. He placed a single chair that had been part of their old living room set in a corner for when she needed some rest but he couldn't determine its strength from what he saw at a glance.

"Maybe we should go to our room, I don't want you uncomfortable in here." He said trying to be chivalrous which was causing his body unnecessary strain.

"Rick I want you right here. Right now. Don't make us wait any longer." She pleaded with her soulful eyes looking straight through him.

"No...let's not...let's not wait." He took the sheet that was covering the kiln and laid it on the floor so her beautiful body wouldn't press against the cold tiles. Michonne laid down with some help from Rick, still clad in her bra and panty set. He knelt beside her passing a hand over her belly feeling her quiver under his touch.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you." He said when his hand dipped into her underwear working through her wetness until his finger penetrated her moist canal.

"I know." She said allowing her legs to fall apart wanting him to intrude further.

Her breathing was already out of rhythm at his touch. Her nipples fully exposed to the cool air in the room once he pulled the straps down her arms. She reached to hold his dick in her hand and continued to rub him while he was rubbing her. She smelled her arousal as he continued stroking her with his fingers.

"Rick….I know I don't remember our beginning but I know I don't want to go any longer without knowing what you feel like inside me."

She didn't understand the potency of her own words. He didn't hesitate positioning himself between her legs as one hand still rubbed her nub, causing her to writhe below him.

He pushed into her slowly at first because it has been almost six weeks and she was tight around his slim fingers.

"Aaghh." She let out a loud moan, welcoming his sweet face over her body as he stroked her deeply.

"Shit Michonne. Your body is incredible. I missed you."

He began to pick up his pace when she clutched his ass in a power play.

Rick's stroke game had her in a dizzying state. With every stroke, in and out his eyes never left hers and she was lost in a trance when she looked at him. Her hips rose to meet him matching his thrust for thrust, they both struggled with composure wanting to do what the other wanted but still needing a release that had been a long time coming.

He pulled out again and kissed her belly with a delicate devotion that left her with short breaths. He kissed the tiny stretch marks on her hips and dipped to her glistening pussy. His tongue found her trembling under his mouth. She pressed into his heated mouth. He took his dick in his hands giving it a few long strokes before she urged him inside again.

He found her sweet spot and continued on his mission to have her undone in his arms. They moved in wild tandem as he buckled and she bawled feeling the march of their pending orgasms approaching them. He lapped at her breast while he moved inside her, their scents mingling with the newness of the room.

He slipped out of her again tapping her hips and nodding his head for her to turn over.

"Rick please…."

She couldn't take much teasing, she was already on the brink of her climax; her bundle of nerves was throbbing with need and she only needed Rick's perfect touch to send her over. Sticking her ass in the air she heard him hiss and knew the imagery would be enough to send him over too.

"You always loved to tease me like this." His smooth voice, that sounded even more southern with his arousal was hot in her ear.

"I'm the tease?" She wiggled under his hold and her breath caught when he entered her from behind in one fluid motion that set her body on fire. He smoothed the highway of her back with his hand as he entered her. A light sheen of sweat had surfaced on their bodies. She was bouncing on him now and seeing the slight jiggle of her ass on his dick had him spiraling. His pace grew rapid, he reached to her front and rubbed her frantically knowing the pressure she liked to feel there. He was like a captain commanding a vessel and he knew the course to take her to the land of buried treasure.

"I took a pill today." She said over her shoulder, "Just in case. My period is messed up but I wanted us to be careful if we….." She was rambling because she didn't know what their routine was for birth control and after confessing her period dilemma to Rick he confessed that before the accident they had been actively trying for a child.

She told him there was no way she could be pregnant contributing her skipped period to the stress and upheaval she had been through which her doctor advised at her last check up was normal. Inherently she knew if she was pregnant, if somehow she had a baby, Rick's baby growing inside her she would know. Her doctor's appointment tomorrow and test results would further substantiate the symptoms of her brain injury and how best they could treat with it going forward. She couldn't imagine having a child she had no memory of creating, the thought remained foreign to her.

Rick nodded his head and before they got taken out of the moment she reached for his hand as she urged him with her body to continue his movements. His hand was roaming her back, her belly, her face as he needed to touch her while he touched her deep inside. Her shapely body from behind was too much for any man but with him he knew exactly what to do with it and he prided himself on the fact. He felt her bounce grow frantic and he knew she was close.

He leaned over her, his chest to her back and sucked on her earlobe as the blood raged in his dick.

"You gonna come for me Mich-onne? You gonna come all over this dick?"

"God Rick! Yes! I'm coming." Her nails dug into his arms with her release and he felt her walls clenched against him.

Her voice was lost when her body convulsed and she was shaken to her core by Rick's knowledge of her body and the ways he could get her off.

He was still going strong at it, separating her ass cheeks everytime he slipped back inside her.

He was in a trance of sorts, unable to lend his attention elsewhere as he savored the feel of being inside his wife again. Even as he felt his seed build up and shoot out inside her. He was unable to move from his positioning for a few seconds.

Her body was still heaving when he collapsed next to her, bringing her flush against him. Michonne laced her hands through his curls as he kissed her neck.

"I love you." His voice was so certain, his sentiment cemented in his brain.

"Was it always like this? So explosive?" Her body felt exhausted from Rick's thorough loving but she was fighting the sleep because she knew they couldn't spend the night in the shed.

"Right at the start. Even when you had belly all out to here." He touched her belly then showed with an expanse of his hand how her baby bump extended but it didn't deter him from worshipping her from head to toe. Rick fell in love with her when she was pregnant before and he never regretted it.

"My body is still humming. That was life altering. When can we do it again?" She knew making love with Rick wouldn't leave her unchanged.

His minx had return in full swing, she wasn't going to give him any rest.

"Let's have round two on a real bed babe, besides the floor is cold and I don't want you getting sick."

Reluctantly leaving her side he began to gather her clothes.

"On our way up could we grab some ice cream? And my cake? I have a taste for something sweet."

A mischievous grin landed on his face and realization hit her. "Oh God! That's what the ice cream is for? It's for after we have sex?" She slapped a hand to her forehead.

Rick nodded pressing his lips together. "You have a post sex sweet tooth and it rubbed off on me."

"Well I can see why, that sex is implanted on my brain now, she isn't forgetting that anytime soon."

They laughed at her amnesia joke together.

Rick heard his father's words echoing in his mind as he looked at his wife. The journey he had been on with Michonne since the accident was no easy feat. There were days he felt defeated and was unable to see a way out, it only grew worse when she moved out of their home albeit temporarily. He had been crushed by loneliness but more determined than ever to help put his family back together. They were going to come back from this. He was glad to know that just like flowers in a garden, things break but they could still grow


There was a small tiger figurine on Dr King's desk in his small but neat office. Michonne wondered if he liked all cats or was it just the big striped one that held his interest.

"You're nervous? Don't be. I'm sure everything is fine." Rick tried to calm her nerves by resting his hand on her thigh, she was shaking her leg; an anxious tick she didn't know she had before as they waited on her test results.

"I just wanna get this over with. I don't wanna hear that I have permanent brain damage or anything of the sort." It was her worst fear given her prolonged symptoms. She didn't want to suffer this loss forever, she was making progress especially with Rick and the magnificent night they spent in each other's arms but she wanted their memories to return at some point. She had missed out on so much already.

"Come here." He opened his arm to her and although sitting side by side in the gray chairs she leaned into him letting his reassurance wash over her. She closed her eyes and saw the same image of Rick over her again, his bare chest rubbing against hers as he pushed into her over and over. The image startled her and she question its validity as a legit memory. The image wasn't from the night before and she wondered if it was from a time she couldn't recall.

Was she having a memory flash? Could she trust it? She didn't know. Before she could fill Rick on the going ons of her brain Dr. King walked into the office, a folder in his hands.

"Mrs. Grimes, Mr. Grimes I trust all is well with you." He shook Rick's hands as he sat down.

"I think I have some good news all around."

Rick held Michonne's hands as they listened to the news, she was so happy Rick was here for her to lean on. She knew whatever the doctor had to say they would face it together.

"There aren't any new lacerations on the brain and the area that received the initial blow looks good on the scans. Brain waves also indicate normal activity. So minus your memory returning to you on its own I'm giving you a clean bill of health. Now onto other matters, your blood tests returned -"

"You found something?" Her voice trembled with the question, was he going to tell her he had found a disease? Something else to further impair her?

"Babe let's just hear what he has to say." Rick tightened his hold on her feeling the fear tense her body.

"We found that your hCG levels were very high which in hindsight explained your nausea. The symptoms were similar to the side effects of brain trauma so it skipped us both."

"What exactly are you saying? What skipped us both?" Her heart was about to burst through her chest from waiting.

"I'm saying I'm pretty sure you're around five weeks pregnant."

Rick tilted his head to the the Doctor who had that same expression plastered on his face when he told him Michonne had retrograde amnesia. "Michonne is pregnant?" He didn't know what emotion was appropriate here, he looked at her and her face was a blank page. In fact he was certain she was about to burst into tears as soon as the news of her pregnancy settled.

"Yes she is, I've set up an appointment for her at the clinic. You two should head over there to make sure everything is ok."

"I'm not pregnant. Take the test again." She wanted to throw up at the thought of her unawareness of a child growing inside her. What kind of mother was she?

"I would know if I was pregnant. I have no feeling about this. Take the test over." She rather dwell in the land of doubt and disbelief than believe she could be so callous about the workings of her own body.

"Michonne, blood tests are more accurate than a pregnancy test but if you want you can take one to confirm it." Dr. King looked perturbed by her response even under her circumstances.

"I'm. Not. Pregnant." She looked at Rick and the Doctor, her face a hard canvas as she steeled herself from her naked horror.

She pulled her hand from Rick's hold feeling unworthy again of his love. A woman knows, a woman noticed the changes in her body that a pregnancy brings first-hand but her memory loss had stolen another thing from her. Was she ever going to beat this thing?

Tears spilled over her lids filling up her cheeks with teary streaks that had no stop in sight.

She was carrying Rick's child and she had no memory on how or when he had been conceived.