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Saturday

Penelope tucked into the corner chaise lounge at 'Eden' with her new favorite book and a moist piece of cinnamon crunch coffee cake. She started frequenting the college hot spot on Justice's recommendation. She sighed. Her daughter…who had recently kicked a girl upside the head for "Grabbing her man's ass." Parenting was not getting easier. A rich baritone voice interrupted her non-mommy time.

"May I join you?" Dean Hamilton stood before her like a Black Prince. His bold thighs were covered in black Levi's and a purple crew neck sweater stretched across his muscled chest. His Caesar cut and goatee were lined to perfection while his green eyes sparkled.

This man just jumped off the pages of Ebony-damn! "Of course, how are you enjoying your Saturday?" she responds cool, calm and collected.

He retrieves a chair from the neighboring table. "So far so good," he states while lowering himself onto the chair. "I just left the Barber Shop and Carl recommended I check this place out so I figured today was a good a day as any other," he shares. "How about you…how is your Saturday?"

"The usual…errands, Beauty Shop later," she pauses, "I need to thank you for what you did for Justice yesterday. I don't know what she was thinking. Her entire future could have been destroyed," he doesn't let her finish.

"May I call you Penelope?" he questions.

"Please," she offers.

"Penelope, I have hundreds of parents that would kill to have your problem. Justice is smart, capable, mature and fiercely determined. She has everything you have worked so hard to develop. For once she acted like a typical 16 year old. Cut both of you some slack."

She exhales, "Thanks, but I just want her to have every opportunity and you and I both know Mrs. Cole or any of the others would have expelled her Black behind with a quickness."

"Not true. Thanks to Carl's statement alleging sexual harassment and assault citing Penal Code and legal precedent the outcome was pre-determined…that boy is a phenom. He is not letting anything happen to his girlfriend on his watch," he chuckles.

She laughs, "I won't lie…I feel like we both hit the jackpot with him."

"I am pretty sure he believes he is the winner and he is not wrong." Malcolm eyes roam her face slowly lingering on her mouth, "Women like the two of you only come around once in a lifetime." I hope she takes the hint.

Penelope stares and her mouth parts slightly before she gulps and stares at her lap. He reaches across the space with his left hand and places his finger under her chin raising her face so he can look directly in her eyes, "You are stunning, formidable and the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I am being completely inappropriate but I am not passing up this chance. When you are ready you know where to find me." He removes his finger, stands, turns toward the exit and saunters out with a soulful strut.

She watches him leave. Her breathing is shallow and her heart pounds. Now that is more than a baby step.

Maggie rolled over on the couch waking from her nap. She groans angrily tossing the blanket off her body before sitting up. The smell of French fries causes her to turn her head toward the kitchen.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Rhee," Glenn greets without turning away from the stove, "I have a hearty lunch just about ready for you." She enters the kitchen and lowers herself into the chair but doesn't respond. "I know work has kept me busy but I plan to make it up to you. We can do whatever you like…binge watch some girly show, drive in the country," she cuts him off.

"Dick! You are neglecting a top husband priority," she exclaims. He places the plate in front of her while running the other hand between her thighs. He makes sure his finger tips only graze the crotch of her jeans.

"You think so…I haven't heard you complain. Are you sure you are not exaggerating? What was that comment you made about wasting minutes of your life?" How much more riled up can she get?

"Glenn, you know how my mouth is…it was a joke. I didn't mean it…come on-stop punishing me," she whines.

He pushes his finger harder against her. He feels her hips move forward to create some friction and he draws his finger back. "I don't know…you aren't really begging yet-the sex can wait. Enjoy your lunch." He removes his hand and walks back down the hall.

Maggie stares in shock. She snatches up a handful of fries and shoves them in her mouth chewing forcefully. No one is leaving this house until I get some dick.

Aaron and Eric stand outside Victoria Secrets wide-eyed trying to summon the courage to enter. Judith stands between them looking up glancing back and forth. They have been standing there for almost ten minutes. The awkward family is approached by an energetic group, "Hey Aaron, what are you up to?" Justice greets with the 'Geek Squad' surrounding her.

"Oh, thank God...we need your help. We are trying to take Judith shopping and we are in uncharted territory," he explains glancing at the store.

"No worries," she turns to Judith, "My name is Justice. Would you like to do some shopping with me and my Girls?" she nods her head back toward her friends.

Her eyes widen, "I remember you from the wedding…you are a really good dancer. I don't want to be in the way though," she offers as a means of explanation.

"Not a chance…right ladies?" Justice seeks to reassure the young girl.

"Absolutely…It will be fun," they smile to encourage Judith's agreement.

Justice embraces Judith around the shoulders and pulls her over and begins introductions. The Girls engage Judith in a lively conversation to allow Justice to speak with Aaron and Eric. "What does she need or do you know?" They shake their heads back and forth before handing her a stack of bills. "You may want to wait in the food court. This is going to take a while," she explains before returning to the group.

Eric and Aaron breathe a sigh of relief. "We need to get her number and keep it on speed dial," Eric suggests.

"Yeah…we should have called Sasha. I guess it does take a village," Aaron responds.

Sunday

Contemporary gospel music fills The Café and Journey moves between tables greeting patrons. As assistant manager she pitched the idea of a Gospel Brunch to compete with the Bistro and the idea proved popular and lucrative. The bell chimed and the large party that reserved the center tables entered with boisterous voices and laughter. "Welcome, follow me…we have your tables ready," she gestures toward the medium-sized tables pushed together in the middle of the room.

Daryl and Sasha lead the way followed by Rosita, Abe, Jesus and Xavier. They review the specialized menu; "Sorry we are late," Rick announces ushering Michonne into the closest empty chair.

"Where's Maggie and Glenn," Rosita asks without looking up from her menu.

"I don't think they are joining us…they have some business to handle," Michonne offers.

"So they're bumping uglies," Abe interjects only to receive the side-eye from the group. "I know I'm right and so do y'all. Stop being so touchy," he huffs.

Moments later the group enjoys each other's company while waiting for their food. "I have got to shop today. Wrap dresses, definitely maternity jeans, over-sized tops and new bras. We were running late because nothing fits," Michonne explains to the ladies. She paired one of Rick's light blue v-neck sweaters with a pair of leggings and accessorized with an assortment of long beaded necklaces.

"You look great though…the pregnancy glow is real," Sasha compliments.

"Thanks, I am nervous about how big I am going to get but it will be worth it once we have those healthy babies in our arms," she shrugs.

Rick responds to her comment by kissing her temple and rubbing her protruding belly, "You look amazing and I look forward to having more of you to love."

"Awe," most of the table responds. "Yeah, you better kiss ass after knocking her up with a litter," Abe jabs. The table erupts in laughter.

Rick lowers his blushing face and shakes his head from side to side. I am never going to hear the end of this. Michonne reaches over and runs her fingers through his curls, "Leave my Superman alone," she chides.

Maggie lays spread eagle on the bed. Every inch of her is quivering. He used his mouth and tongue to map every inch of her skin, "Please…I was a bad girl…I am begging…every part of me is begging," she whimpers.

Glenn strokes his rock hard dick before pushing into her with just the head. "Is this what you need?" She moans. He keeps his right hand on his dick and guides it around her entrance in a clockwise motion never allowing more than the head inside of her throbbing walls. Maggie squirms and lifts her hips desperate for him to plunge deeper but he continues to tease. The torture is testing her sanity. He ups the intensity by using the thumb of his left hand to flick her clit back and forth.

"Hot damn!" she exclaims as an orgasm ripples through her body. Glenn surges in and pounds her without restraint. "Yess…this…is…the…best…dick of my life," she shrieks as multiple orgasms slam into each other.

Hours later their exhausted bodies languish in the steamy shower. Glenn leans back as Maggie shampoos his hair. She giggles styling his wet locks into a Mohawk. He wipes the soap from his eyes and pulls her in close to whisper in her ear, "I love you with everything that I am-never forget that." She closes her eyes to let his words nourish her heart and soul.

Michonne and Sasha rifle through the racks of clothing. "Are you sure we are in the maternity section because this stuff is too cute. I may have to buy this wrap dress for myself," Sasha praises holding up the hanger.

"I know…I thought it would be a bunch of moo-moos but clearly I was wrong."

"Not to bring down the mood but how are things going with Queen Cray-Cray?"

Michonne offers a resigned sigh, "She completed her sessions successfully-whatever that means so we can't extend the current order beyond the initial time frame. She no longer works at the court house so I don't see us having to interact."

Sasha nods, "You know I hate to be like this but…have you seen the bus benches? Why do they look like they are re-living the prom," she snickers.

Michonne's mouth twitches, "Please stop."

"Girl I am serious. The only thing missing is a corsage and a crown. What is the slogan again?"

"Kings' County Security Firm will keep your Queen safe," she repeats. They share a glance and burst into laughter.

One hour later they are in the shoe section checking out, "I am buying one pair of black flats as a compromise but I refuse to give up my shoes," Michonne rants.

"That's right girl-fight the power," Sasha holds up her left hand in a fist.

They turn to exit, "Speak of the devil…remember I have my knife," Sasha offers.

"What?" Michonne looks up from returning her wallet to her purse and comes face to face with Lori.

"Wow, I guess the grapevine got it right. Congratulations…I can see you really are eating for two," she attacks with a fake smile.

Is this heifer calling me fat? Michonne slowly slides her hand over her baby bump drawing Lori's attention. "Actually I am eating for four…when Rick Grimes wants you to have his babies he doesn't waste time…I know you wouldn't understand. Enjoy your day. I am going home to my adoring husband to work on our babies' nursery."

Sasha tries to smother her laughter but the effort is futile. Lori's eyes narrow and simmering rage pulses at her temples watching them walk away. She laces her fingers through her hair tugging at the roots. Triplets...this isn't happening…I can still win.