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Sunday

Sasha wriggles out from under Daryl's thigh pulling out of the bed covers to make her way to the bathroom. Her muscles strain from exertion and a smile dances across her lips. He had her six ways to Sunday reminding her of one of the reasons she was going to be Mrs. Daryl Dixon. She looks down at her engaged hand lying on the bathroom counter as she finishes brushing her teeth. She turns on the shower and returns to the bedroom. I need underwear. She looks through the top drawer of the large chest but comes up empty. Looking to the left she notices a new piece of furniture…a vintage styled lingerie chest.

Sasha walks over and opens the first drawer. Her bras are clumsily folded and awkwardly placed in crooked rows in the satin lined space. This man is beyond amazing. He even included a delicate, fragrant sachet. She takes her time exploring each drawer pleasantly surprised by each new reveal: panties, chemise gowns, camisoles, and pajama pants in every fabric imaginable. "Am I forgiven?" his morning voice rumbles roughly.

She turns and embraces him around his thick neck, "Not only are you forgiven…you will be celebrated within an inch of your life," she replies applying juicy open mouth kisses to his neck. She steps forward moving them toward the bathroom. She positions his already naked body under the shower head lowering to her knees making sure her nails scrape across his nipples and skin. He releases a sexy wince on a labored breath. Sasha inhaled his dick to the back of her throat with a tight grip on his ass. She sucks with relish chasing his release. She licks and sucks as if her very existence depends on swallowing every last drop of him.

Daryl arms flail wildly. He tries bracing against the shower walls but his hands can't maintain contact. Eventually he fists a handful of her wild curls letting his hips move against her mouth. Her throat is relaxed the tight suction from her mouth bringing him to a quick end. "Fuck…woman…argh!" he roared losing his balance.

Sasha stands helping to hold him up, "Now that I had my breakfast of champions I am going to the kitchen to make yours," she smacked his ass before exiting and grabbing a towel.

Rick and Michonne hold hands leisurely walking down the sidewalk making their way to the elder Grimes home. They wave and greet neighbors, "Nice to see you…your garden looks great."

Their older neighbors respond cheerfully, "Hey y'all…such a lovely couple…nice to have a young family in the neighborhood."

Ms. Jolene meets them at the gate, "My goodness…you look amazing," she pulls Michonne away from Rick. "I have so much planned for today…I am glad you had time…are you hungry?" her energy is electric.

Michonne giggles wrapping her left arm around Jolene's right arm, "We better get started…we always have time for Grandma and I spent the entire walk thinking about your chicken salad."

Rick follows behind, "Hey Ma…nice to see you again…I am fine…I could eat," he responds facetiously.

"Ricky stop being so dramatic…you have had my undivided attention for decades. Share the wealth," she quips without ever turning to face him. She continues to guide Michonne into the house.

They turn toward the kitchen and Rick goes in search for his father, "Dad?" He enters his study and notices the boxes lining the walls. "What is going on?"

"Hey Son…where is Michonne?" he questions looking past Rick's shoulder.

He shakes his head, "Ma has her in the kitchen. We are having chicken salad for lunch. What are you doing?"

He gestures to the boxes, "Purging my library so I have space for the babies' books," he points to stacks of books on his desk.

Rick walks over picking up books from the mid-sized stacks reading titles, "Dancing in the Wings, I Love My Hair, Tar Beach, Goodnight Moon, Amazing Grace, Love you Forever, The Watsons go to Birmingham, Mixed Me, More Than Anything Else."

"The babies are brilliant…I can feel it and I need to prepare to feed their little brains," he states with conviction.

Rick smiles with his heart, "Thanks…you need some help?"

"Yeah, take the boxes by the door up to the storage room," he directs.

He lifts three boxes and makes his way up the stairs. The door is opened slightly and he pushes against the wood with his shoulder. He moves across the room and squats to place the boxes within the closet. He turns to exit glancing to his left. His feet move slowly approaching the old piano. His eyes turn nostalgic raking over the walnut wood. Before his brain can catch up he bends his knees and lowers himself to the leather cushioned bench. His hands ghost the keys before his fingers press out the scales on muscle memory alone.

Ms. Jolene and Michonne settle in the den. "I need you to pick some colors," she directs placing skeins of soft yarn on the table in front of them. The colors range from soft yellow, green, blue, silver-grey, lilac, blue, and pink. "I took a class so long ago and now I get to use it…I have pattern books too," she continues to pull items from a canvas storage box.

Michonne smiles wide placing a hand on each cheek, "I can't choose…they are so beautiful. Are you making blankets?"

"I am making everything," she beams, "Blankets, hats, booties," Jolene carries on. The sound of piano music rolls down the stairs.

Michonne's head whips toward the stairs, "OG plays the piano?"

"No…Rick…he hasn't touched that instrument since high school…I guess he is feeling inspired," she nudges her sofa-mate with a twinkle in her eye. "I bet y'all can get him to sing again," she whispers conspiratorially.

"He sings," Michonne exclaims. She leaps off the couch and makes her way up the stairs on quick feet. She follows the rhythmic, hypnotic melody down the hall. She stands in the doorway watching him. His posture simultaneously firm and relaxed; he appears lost within the song created by the hands that made her body sing the night before. "What do you have to say for yourself Grimes…keeping secrets from brand new wife."

Rick stops and turns toward her never leaving the bench, "No secret…more of a surprise," he suggests and motions her over with a tilt of his head. She joins him placing a lingering kiss on his cheek. He begins the song again and Michonne bounces her shoulders up and down smiling like a teenage schoolgirl with a crush.

You're a carousel, you're a wishing well and you light me up when you ring my bell…and I can't believe, uh, that I'm your man and I get to kiss you, baby, just because I can…It's you, it's you, you make me sing, you're every line, you're every word, you're everything

So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

He stops playing and turns toward her kissing her softly…You're everything. He slides back on the bench and kisses her bump after each word of the lyrics…You're my everything.

Monday afternoon

"Hey Aaron…how was your weekend?" Carl greets entering their office.

"Sweet…Jude finished her research paper on butterflies. She better get an A because she worked her little hiney off," he brags.

"I am sure she will…anything brewing here or business as usual?"

"So far, so good…we need to review, revise and edit the final draft of the security protocols," he directs, "How was your weekend? You had the dance-right?"

"My weekend was amazing," his eyebrows dance.

"Hmm-hmm…I bet," he responds while reading the Kings' County Middle School newsletter. "Hey, do you know anything about Renaissance?"

"Yeah…we have it at the high school too. You earn school prizes based on your grades...Front of the taco line or homework passes and community gift cards," Carl explains.

Aaron's face lights up, "Jude earned silver. Is that good?" he turns to his office mate.

"Impressive…she has at least a 3.5 grade point average. The top is gold 3.8 and above. The school has a BBQ during lunch with hot dogs, chips and soda. A lot of parents bring treats," he shares.

Aaron places a call, "Hey…did you read the newsletter. She is on the list and we can send treats. I figured this was your wheel house…definitely the fun part…I agree-surprise. Love you," he hangs up.

"You guys are cool," Carl compliments unsolicited.

Monday evening

"What do you think?" Beth asks anxiously.

"I think this place is amazing but are you sure? We have not known each other very long?"

"True…but you are a good person and we survived happy hour. I think we have a good shot as roommates."

Rae-Ann extends her hand, "We can work out boundaries and chores over the next few weeks."

Beth returns the gesture, "See…you are already better than the last one. This is exciting…I cannot wait. Ooh, let's get some magazines so you can decorate."

"Grab your purse…we can get some take out too." Now this is a life.

The partners from the law firm meet behind closed doors. "Are you sure about this? To be clear…do you have credible evidence and witnesses prepared to testify to support your findings?" the managing partner questions.

"We have junior associates prepared to be deposed, affidavits from former associates, and recordings. Our team is confident that the trial with her husband as plaintiff will only strengthen our case to execute the morality clause of her employee contract alongside the civil and criminal charges we can file. At a minimum we can bankrupt her but more importantly we have more than enough to protect the reputation of our firm."

"Excellent work…looks like a partner position will open soon." Andrea Harrison picked the wrong firm to attempt to bamboozle. "I need to make a call to the DA of Kings' County."