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Friday night

Rick pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. He removed his seatbelt before placing his hand on her bump rubbing in a circular motion. Michonne eyes opened. "Are we home?"

"Yeah, let's get y'all inside…I will get the bags later."

Michonne rises and looks around, "We're at the wrong house," she states.

"Gorgeous, we don't have a bed at the other house-remember."

"Oh ye of little faith…do you not know your wife at all," she mocks.

He pulls back and watches the mischievous glint in her eye. What has she done? "I'll take the bait," he starts the car, backs out of the driveway and makes his way across town.

Rick parks in front of the house that holds all of their hopes and dreams and makes his way to the passenger side keeping his keys in his right hand. He scoops Michonne into his arms as she giggles and shakes her head pushing the car door closed, "Such a traditional southern gentleman…how did I get so lucky." When they reach the ebony front door and he kneels slightly to unlock and push it open carrying her over the threshold. "You are not carrying me up all those stairs. I need your strength for other thangs," she whispers in his ear. He places her on the ground. She takes his hand and pulls him up the stairs.

They enter their bedroom and his eyes try to take in everything but he can't. Centered on the contrast wall she made him paint is the scalloped, dark grey, leather tufted headboard. Two layers of pillows including European, king size and standard covered in either shams or satin pillow cases lean against it. The silver satin sheets are anchored by a deep purple velvet duvet. The nightstand on left side is rectangular and masculine while the nightstand on the right is oval and feminine. "I stand corrected," standing behind her he places a slow, open mouth kiss to her neck.

She turns to face him, "Can I interest you in a shower and a warm towel," she seduces. He nods following her into the large bathroom. The double sink counter is covered with all their usual products and the linen shelves are filled with lavender and grey bath sheets, hand towels, face cloths, a basket of sponges and loofahs. She drapes towels on the warmer and starts the shower. They undress each other as the steam rises around them still safe within their honeymoon love bubble.

The Kings' County Chamber of Commerce network event is in full swing. The crowd is significantly older than the new attendees but they are having the time of their lives. Shane wears a black suit with a paisley tie and Lori is fused to his side in a white sleeveless lace dress. The front and sides of her hair are pulled away from her face by a large, elaborate pearl barrette. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asks handing her a glass of white wine.

She grants him a beauty queen smile, "Tonight has been amazing…everything we deserve." He stands a little taller as his chest fills with pride.

"Excuse me…I do not think we have met. I am the President of the Chamber," the silver hair gentleman approaches the young couple.

Shane extends his hand, "I am Shane Walsh and this lovely young lady is my Lori," he introduces.

"Welcome," he shakes both of their hands, "What business are you representing tonight or are you one of early entrepreneurs?"

"I am the Captain of the Kings' County Security Firm. Our company provides private security equal to the local department's services for local businesses but we are looking to expand to residential neighborhoods."

"Really…well let me introduce you to some of the regulars," he gestures to the larger room.

Rick lays spread eagle on the bed with Michonne sprawled on top of him. "We have christened the shower, the bathroom counter and proved twice that I was right about my space requirements for our marriage bed," he huffs.

"Damn straight you did," she sighs, "Husband…I'm hungry."

He groans searching his mind for what might still be open. "How about 'The Dairy' fresh milkshakes, burgers, fries…any of that sound good?"

Michonne's head pops up, "Ooh, chocolate/fresh banana milkshake and the crinkle cut fries."

"When did you go to 'The Dairy'?"

"Justice introduced me during our mini-road trip. Get plenty of ketchup," she pecks his lips before rolling off him, "I am going to christen the soaking tub with a Richonne bath bomb." She skips to the bathroom.

Glenn's wrists are tied to the legs of the chair with silk scarves. Maggie wearing a sheer mesh hot pink thong bends over and starts the music.

Somethin' 'bout you…makes me wanna do things that shouldn't…'cause I'm a giver, it only nature…I live for danger…

She saunters over and lowers on to his naked lap. His shaft is rigid and his breathing is labored while she rolls her hips making sure the mesh teases his skin. He tries to lick her breasts but she pulls back continuing to grind against him. He grunts endlessly because there is one rule tonight-he cannot speak. Maggie slides off his lap and kneels before him blowing on his tip before swallowing him whole. She sets a merciless pace before relaxing her throat.

"Fuck," he roars and rips his arms free. Maggie attempts to move back but it is too late. Glenn tears the fabric from her body and pins her arms above her head. "You will walk with a limp tomorrow," he growls.

She lifts both legs onto his shoulders creating the perfect v-shape for him to nestle between, "I accept the risk…do your worse," she challenges.

Saturday

Rick exits the bathroom freshly showered in his plush, heather grey, terry cloth robe. He towel dries his hair when he notices the micro-suede club chair and ottoman nestled near the fire place. She thought of everything. He sinks into the chair and slouches down crossing his left leg at the ankle over his right one. He watches her sleep until she stirs awake. "Thank you," he offers simply.

"What…how long have you been up?" she pulls up from under the sheets and blankets.

"Long enough to know how much love care and tenderness you have put into our home," his warm smile caresses her face.

She smiles with her eyes and checks the clock, "You ready?"

"Actually I am excited. I know she is going to be Jolene Grimes in all her extreme glory but she deserves to be."

Two hours later they are lounging in the den on their laptops sorting through e-mail. "I need to go shopping. I use to live in jeans but those days are over," she winks. She paired her off the shoulder money-green sweater with black leggings.

"I am sure you and your Girls will have a wonderful time." I will not fall into that trap. "Ugh…when the cat is away the mice are evil," he utters.

"What's wrong?" she doesn't even look over.

"Your Girls, Sasha and Rosita, set me up to present to the City Council," he squints at the screen.

She stifles a laugh, "Wow," she continues to read. "We are going to have to re-arrange our schedule today."

"Why?" he types with purpose responding to their e-mail.

"Aaron and Eric want to buy the house…they are adopting Judith," she explains excitedly.

Their conversation is stopped by wild honking. They look at each other in confusion placing their laptops on the coffee table in front of them. Michonne reaches the door first opening it slowly. Rick reaches above her head and pulls the door open wider. "Is that them? What are they driving?"

Jolene is waving from the open window. "You moved so close," she shouts. Jeffrey parks the Infinity SUV in front of the house. The both exit and unload food from the back seat. "Welcome back," Jeffrey announces.

Rick and Michonne meet them halfway, "Dad, is something wrong with the car-is that a loner?"

"No Son that is the finest in grandparent transportation. Hey Sweet Girl," he greets, "You want to check it out," he smiles wide.

"Sure," he replies. Michonne takes the containers from Jeffrey and enters the house with Ms. Jolene.

Jeffrey rattles off all the features as he opens the doors, "The baby can watch movies, we have storage space for toys and books. I got the camera so I can back up with peace of mind. The trunk has plenty of space for a stroller," he finally stops to breathe.

Rick looks back and forth between the car and his father. I have never seen him like this. He opens his mouth to speak but instead he grabs him in unexpected embrace. Jeffrey gives words to what they are both feeling, "Yep, I am all the way gone."

Michonne and Ms. Jolene tour the house. "We were able to fill some of the rooms with what we already had which is nice…I have other ideas and a lifetime to get it done," she shrugs.

Ms. Jolene's eyes never stop roaming as they move from room to room. "I can already feel the love and warmth…that is what matters," she assures.

They enter the kitchen. "You want to feel something else," Michonne takes her hand and places on her bump, "Say hi to Grandma Baby G."

Jolene burst into tears, "Oh…I…," she adds her other hand staring down, "This is so much better than I imagined. Thank you…I am so grateful." She looks up. Look at that magnificent glow radiating from her heart. "How are you feeling? Morning sickness? Any Cravings?"

They move together opening containers to prepare lunch. "Not really…a little at the beginning but so far so good…Rick is amazing. He is attentive and thoughtful." Their conversation is interrupted by Rick screaming her name. She giggles and whispers to Jolene, "He found my surprise in the garage."

Spencer stares at his laptop and glances over at the notes he made to the contract Shane offered. This is a straight ponzi scheme. He picks up the phone, "Shane, I am still considering your offer. I would be interested in a ride along to get a better understanding of the work and the client base…great I will wait for your assistant's call." Now I need to secure the capital for when the bottom falls out.

"I am going to have to pull this duet from the competition schedule if we cannot convey the intention. Christian, you are indifferent to the relationship and Justice is desperate. She is the one begging for mercy."

Justice takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and waits for her cue.

But you've got me good…I don't know what you do…I'm under your spell

Christian poses with his back to her on the opposite of the dance floor. She moves toward him with frantic steps, kicking, swinging her hair and spinning before she executes a killer tilt and falls into his arms.

They body roll against each other before he drags her back across the floor and dances away. She split leaps before giving chase and he grabs her possessively and pulls her up onto his chest. When she attempts to slide down he is holding her too tight. Ms. Debbie cuts the music and glares.

"Ms. Debbie may we have a minute to see if we can work through this on our own?" Justice suggests.

"Fine, but this is the last time-get it right today or I am moving on to another piece," she marches out of the studio.

"Sorry…I know you need a certain amount of strength from me for you to feel safe enough to slide," he explains.

"Christian, what do you think about when we perform this piece?"

"A relationship that drives me crazy…hot one minute and cold the next," he replies.

She nods, "I think about my Guy." Please take the hint.

"I am sorry. I didn't know he was so indifferent to you. You deserve better," he faux sympathizes.

Justices shakes her head and exhales in frustration, "He isn't and I don't think there is anything or anyone better than him." She watches his eyes turn cold.

"Got it," he snaps, "I will let Ms. Debbie know we are ready," he stomps out of the room.

Rick sleeps plastered against the bed with the pillow half over his head. They spent most of the day unpacking before major grocery shopping to fill the French door refrigerator and family friendly pantry. Michonne settles amongst the pillows and starts a journal entry:

We are finally home. Things are coming together but it will not be complete until you are sleeping safe, sound and happy in your crib. The negotiations on your room theme haven't been finalized yet. Daddy loved your gift of a ceramic and charcoal grill set. We have your ultrasound appointment this week. Keep growing strong-I can't wait until you start moving. If you stay off my bladder for as long as possible I promise treats.

Love Mama