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Chapter IX: Legally Mrs Grimes?
"No…" Michonne says without the subsequent explanation.
The analgesic has worn off, and her broken arm is killing her. However, the cause of her migraine is Rick Grimes. She stares at him, and Michonne wonders what his goal is. She draws a deep breath, and she tells herself to ignore him. Rick is an adult, and he can understand primary body language. However, he purposely ignores Michonne.
"Can you be reasonable?" Rick asks with growing exasperation.
He knows the choice of words is poor, and he utters those words to provoke a reaction. Despite his best effort, Michonne's Inflexibility has begun to weaken Rick's patience. They have had the same conversation for the last forty minutes, and Michonne sticks to her initial stance.
"Reasonable?" She draws a deep breath, and she forces the word to come out as a whisper.
She smiles at the nurse, who quietly takes her vital. Michonne refrains from rolling her eyes, and only noisiness keeps the nurse glue to Michonne's room. Perhaps, she also stays to ogle at Rick. When the nurse timidly smiles at Rick, Michonne rolls her eyes.
"Yeah," Rick drawls, and his nonchalance irritates his wife.
Michonne looks at Rick, and she knows his aim. He wants a reaction, and Rick needs proof that he is right to demand that of her. Michonne closes her eyes, and she exhales to release some of the building frustrations. Rick Grimes won't draw the insanity out of her, or at least, she won't lose her mind in the presence of a third party. Michonne glances at the nurse, who holds the record for the slowest physical examination.
"We won't have this conversation now," Michonne says as she gains an emotional upper hand on the situation.
Rick crosses his arms, and he glances at Michonne with a challenge in the eyes. She thinks he is giving her the look. Michonne is familiar with the look. For many years, the specific expression preceded Rick's decision to neglect everything that Michonne says. Rick is about to treat her like a stubborn teenager with no ounce of common sense. Rick's expression suffices to frustrate Michonne.
"I'm fine." Michonne shifts her frustration to the noisy nurse.
Rick scoffs at her lies, and Michonne glares at him. He does not care much for her murderous look.
"She needs painkillers," Rick tells the nurse, "She needs more than two pillows to be able to sleep. It would be lovely if you could bring her a few more pillows." He finishes with his most charming smile for the nurse.
Michonne's irritation increases, and she does not know what Rick Grimes is doing. Well, she knows, and he needs to stop playing that game with her. Michonne's eyes travel between her husband and the nurse. If her nurse suddenly wants to flirt with a blush and a small smile, Rick is very much her husband, and she should find someone else. Michonne cannot prevent the emergence of possessive thoughts.
"I'm fine," Michonne repeats.
The beginnings of the conversation and the man snatcher nurse have added to her frustration, and Michonne has missed the important details of the exchange. Many years down the lane, Rick remembers that Michonne stacks her pillows. She cannot sleep without an unreasonable amount of pillows, and she has not slept last night.
"I will ask her doctor for the pain killers, and I will try to get more pillows." The nurse replies, and to Michonne's ear, she sounds too eager to please Rick.
Michonne glares at Rick, and in her brown irises turning onyx, and he can see her irritation. Something hardly changes, and Rick does not want to point out that Michonne has no reason to murder the nurse. He would rather let Michonne stew in her boiling jealousy and possessiveness.
"You do just that," Michonne mumbles.
Rick rolls his eyes. It feels as if they are back to being children, and instead of five year Maggie, the nurse is the object of Michonne's wrath for playing with her Rick. Rick miraculously does not extend his arm, and so Michonne can drag him by the sleeve away from the nurse. They are no longer children, and Michonne is acting like the territorial wife for no real reason.
"My wife is a bit tired and in pain, and so we will appreciate if she could have the analgesic as soon as possible," Rick adds an emphasis on the word wife.
Michonne's jealousy is unreasonable, and any argument only worsens his position. The nurse ultimately understands that the pair is eager to see her vacate the room.
"Of course…" She adds with embarrassment while she throws the last yearning glance at Rick.
His wedding band is suddenly visible. The nurse chastises herself for not noticing, and Michonne's murderous glares are understandable. She would be as territorial as her patient is if her husband looks like Michonne's husband does.
"I love your music, and I am a big fan," The nurse quickly says.
Michonne mysteriously does not roll her eyes, and her grandfather would actually give her a lecture for being rude to a woman trying to get in her husband's pants. Michonne pushes down her anger, and she brings out her southern charm.
"Thank you," She flashes a half-smile, and Michonne can't wait for the nurse to leave so she can give Rick a piece of her furious mind. "If you have a disc, I will love to sign it." Michonne remains polite.
"Of course," The nurse excitedly replies, "and let me get you those pain killers." She rushes out of the room.
"I will see with the nurse for your pillows," Rick stands to leave.
"Go fuck yourself, Rick," Michonne almost hurls her anger, and she has not forgotten about their conversation.
"Your nurse was willing to do that," Rick casually reminds Michonne, and she does not miss his implications.
Michonne is about to engage in an argument with Rick when there is a knock at the door. She sighs, and Rick goes to the door.
"What are you doing here?" Michonne hears the aggressiveness in Rick's voice.
"Who is it?" Michonne's curiosity propels the words out of her mouth.
"Michonne, we need to talk." Philip's voice fills the room. "Tell your husband to let me inside the room," He adds with frustration.
Michonne attempts to look past Rick's back. She has no memory of the accident aside from the fact that Philips was in the car. She remembers trying to catch up with Rick, and later, Philip was taking her hand to drag her into his car. He threw her to the passenger side, and she was too drunk to escape him successfully.
"Rick?" Michonne says with a quiet request. "Don't do whatever his going on in your mind." Her eyes narrow on his closed fist.
Rick ignores Michonne, and he leans in the doorframe to block Philip's entrance to Michonne's room. He stares at Philip, and since Michonne's accident, he did not have the time to confront the other man.
"What do you want?" Rick demands, and his anger begins to rise.
Philip attempts to be charming, and in his present situation, he needs anyone with the financial power that Rick has. Philip came with a purpose, and he has to swallow his pride.
"I need to talk to my client," Philip replies with a smile," and she is in deep water. I think you have heard about the victim of our car accident." He adds to influence Michonne's reaction.
Michonne's heart halts, and she looks at Rick's back. She hopes that he can turn to help clarify her doubts. Since she woke up, Rick has been by her side, and he has told her nothing. The most meaningful conversation has been the one, which they had a few minutes ago.
"What is going on?" Michonne asks, and she stares at Rick's back.
"Your little husband did not tell you about the manslaughter charge pending over your head?" Philips maliciously states.
He smirks at Rick, and Rick draws a deep breath. Michonne senses the brewing chaos. She wants to rise from the bed to intervene. She presses the button to call for the nurse.
"Philip, can we have this conversation later?" Michonne quickly says, "And better, we can never have this conversation." She knows that her words sound like a lie.
Michonne intends to talk to Philip, but she will do it when Rick is not present. Michonne needs to know more about the situation.
"Michonne?" Philip insists, and he misses Rick's aggressive stance.
"Fuck off, Philip," Michonne begins to lose patience.
"Mi..." Philip does not get to finish his sentence, and Rick presses his hand to Philip's throat.
"Are you trying to ask her to take the blame for what you did?" Rick knowingly asks, and he pulls Philip inside the room. "Because I heard what you told the police," he continues to speak. "You told her that she was driving, and that you moved her to the passenger seat because you wanted to protect her from the press." Rick relates what Shane told him.
For a second, Michonne cannot follow the conversation. She only focuses on the fact that Rick is losing his control.
"Rick, let it go." She pleads with him, and she begins to pull on her IV to move out of her bed.
"I will ruin your miserable life," Rick warns Philips, and he barely holds on his anger, "If you come close to Michonne, I will kill you."
"Are you threatening me?" Philip asks Rick with an amused tone, and he attempts to shove him away from him.
Rick shoves Philip into the room's wall. He distantly hears Michonne's voice. However, his fury consumes most of his thoughts.
"Michonne, what is it?" Philip says with a provoking tone, "Did your little husband find out that I was still fucking you?" He adds to push on Rick's button.
"Fucking shut up," Michonne says when she ultimately manages to leave her bed.
"Rick, please." She squeezes between the arguing men.
Rick grabs Michonne to move her out of his way. Michonne fists the collar of his shirt, and she strives to gain his attention.
"Richard, snap out of it." She pushes him to shake him out of his anger.
"Tell him, Chonne." Philip continues to mock, "you were busy fucking me while you were convincing him to marry you."
Michonne firmly stands between Rick and Philips, and she wonders why the noise does not attract the medical staff. However, she focuses too much on Rick to notice anyone in the room. She does not notice the security dragging Philip out of the room or the nurse, who tries to get her back to her bed.
Michonne frames Rick's face, and she presses her forehead to his. She draws a deep breath, and Rick finds himself imitating her. With each breath, Rick's anger decreases.
"Please, stop, Rick." Michonne pleads, and she barely can stand with her painful ribs.
"I need a minute," Rick says, and he walks out of the room without a glance to the chaos, which he created.
" I think that we can talk sense into Rick," Jessie quietly tells her husband, and she waits for his reaction.
Carlton moves away from his wife, and the mention of his son feels like a threat to his manhood. He looks at his naked wife, who lies by his side. He has always wondered if Jessie prefered the sex with Rick. Carlton draws a deep breath to drown his thoughts. Rick forced himself on Jessie, and so Carlton prefers to believe his poor self-esteem. How can he deal with their past?
"Why do you feel the need to speak to him?" Carlton spits with venom.
" Do you want to unbury your father? Do you have no respect for the dead?" Jessie replies with impatience.
She has no patience left to handle Carlton's foolishness. Jessie is desperate, and she wants to stop Carlton from unburying Richard's senior. She is not paying for a murder, which did not help her to further her plans. Rick's bitch obtained everything that Jessie wanted to win.
Jessie wants to fix the situation. She deserves everything that the Hollywood starlet has. Jessie believes that she earns Rick's love, and she intends to take it back. Carlton is an obstacle to her plan.
" I want what is mine, and I know they kill my father to take it," Carlton replies, and for once, he is ready to argue with his precious wife. " Are you trying to protect Rick after everything that he did to you."
Jessie rolls her eyes, and she no longer can pretend to care for the dense man, who stands in front of her. She rises from the bed, and she begins to dress up.
" No, I'm trying to stop my senile husband from doing something stupid." She says with false concern. " What the fuck do you expect to achieve? What do you think would happen when you did up that bastard?" Jessie says with venom.
For a long minute, Carlton is at loss of words. He does not recognise his soft-spoken wife. Jessie finishes to dress up, and she returns her attention to Carlton.
" You want to act like an old fool, and I won't stand by your side. I will leave your senile ass behind, Carlton." Jessie says calmly, and Carlton fails to answer in a meaningful way.
"Jessie?" He calls after his wife, and he ultimately finds a voice to hurl his anger. " Stupid bitch."
Jessie returns to the room, and she is the picture of fury. She slaps Carlton, and she dreamed of doing it for years. Her slap carries years of frustration and her disgust for his old body.
" I should have left your old ass years ago. A fucking useless man and you show it every day." She returns his anger, and Carlton stutters.
"I stayed and loved you. Now, you have lost everything to your son. You want to act impulsively instead of thinking about the better way. Do you think that Rick wants the world to know what he did to me? We can force his hand, and the Hollywood bitch will surely leave him," Jessie slowly begins to regain her hold on Carlton, and she knows how to stroke his ego. " I love you, and I want you to get what is yours."
" Rick?" Carlton barely dares to argue.
" Rick is between your money and you. I can try to talk to him." Jessie insists. " However, you will only look greedy if you unbury your father."
Carlton ponders on the idea, and he almost loses all abilities to think for himself as Jessie presses her lips to his. He draws a deep breath, and he passionately kisses his wife.
"I know," Carlton breathes the words with regrets, " and It's too late to correct my mistake."
" How can it be too late?" Jessie pulls away from Carlton, and her heart begins to beat very fast.
" Rick and Morgan agreed to have my father unburied. They will do it tonight," Carlton finishes, and Jessie cannot keep her rage buried.
"Idiot,"
Michonne stares at Rick, and he remains unfazed under her glare. For a minute, Michonne cannot stand the silence between them. However, her confused emotions do not allow her to utter the first word. Rick peers at her, and he pulls his phone out of his pocket. When it comes to infuriating Michonne, he has mastered the art.
"Rick?" Michonne sighs, and she cannot continue with this tense silence," I won't change my mind." She chooses to return to the topic of conversation, which the nurse interrupted.
Michonne does not think that they can afford to explore the chaos, which follows his loss of control. The last time, they ended up having sex. Now, she will rather avoid to be in similar situation. Rick does not raise his eyes from his phone, and he continues to infuriate Michonne with his silence. Someone, she is the victim of his loss of control. He returned an hour ago, and he has not uttered a word. Perhaps, Philip' words have added to his frustration.
" I'm not playing any form of games with you," Michonne insists with wavering determination.
Rick's quietness does a better job at provoking Michonne than any of his words could. She looks at him, and her blood boils. Michonne grasps that Rick is gearing to treat her like a stubborn child, and he does it from experience. Rick has a mind prone to tyranny when he wants something. Michonne knows it, and it does not matter how much she argues.
"What's your lawyer number?" Rick finally speaks, and he looks into Michonne's eyes.
"What?" Michonne stutters, and she does not understand why the sudden shift into the conversation.
Rick appears mildly irritated, and he impatiently waits for the number of Michonne's lawyer. He passes his phone to Michonne, and she reads the text that he has been typing.
" What the fuck is this?" Michonne blinks, and she resists the impulse to hit Rick.
"Whatever the fuck you read," Rick deadpans, and she always knows how to rile him.
Forgotten are his thoughts of peace, and Michonne wants to have it this way. Michonne looks at Rick, and she wonders how someone can be such an asshole. She ultimately scolds herself for finding him attractive. Now, she will offer him to that nurse with a bowtie pinned in his curls.
"I hope it is not what I understood, Richard junior," Michonne emphasizes Rick's name.
He mockingly smirks, and Rick crosses his arms. Michonne reads the message a second time. She reads it five times more to confirm that she understood every word.
"You're an asshole," Michonne expresses her frustration.
" Are we stating facts? Is it my turn to say something?" Rick chuckles, and he continues to rise Michonne's blood pressure, "look, Mimi..." He begins to speak until Michonne scoffs.
"Don't?" She warns him, and Michonne draws a deep breath, "Don't you dare, Richard." She adds his formal name to establish a form of distance between them. " Don't treat me like a child. Don't hide thing to me. Don't coerce me into doing what you want, and so you can have a form of control."
"Stop being a child, Mimi." Rick challenges Michonne, and he uses his most honeyed voice.
Michonne glares at him, and she does not want Rick to ruin the memories attached to her nickname. Michonne does not want to melt at the soft way, which he utters that nickname.
"I'm the child," Michonne rolls her eyes, " I'm a child for not automatically agreeing with your decision over what I should do." She summarises the situation, and Rick does not argue with her points. " You had no problem fucking this child," she throws with frustration.
"I had no problem enjoying it if you need to know," Rick remains unfazed, and his fury has entirely disappeared.
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Michonne takes a minute to assimilate his reply, and his eyes on her take a different meaning. She sinks under the hospital blanket, and her skin tingles. Rick chuckles, and he comfortably leans in his chair.
"You have a broken arm, and that bed is too small," He confidently adds.
" You're so cocky," Michonne says, "you think I want to fuck you after the last time." She adds with resentment, and she hopes her voice does not betray her.
Rick crosses his legs, and he leans closer to his wife. Rick's fingers graze the side of Michonne's arm.
"You like it right, baby," Rick whispers the words, and his hand begins to explore the curve of her hips, "Tell me that you did not like my tongue on your pussy, Mimi," He challenges, "you taste so good, and I get hard thinking about you moaning my name." He adds while his hand stops moving when he grazes the hem of her hospital gown. " your pussy was so fucking wet for me," Rick leans over Michonne to breathe those words in the hole of her ear, and his hand possessively rests on Michonne's lower abdomen. "I'm fucking you again, and I'm going to enjoy chasing you until you are the one telling me that your pussy is mine, Mimi." He whispers, and his lips flirt with the curves of Michonne's neck. " However, this is off-topic, Chonne."
Michonne understands that part of Rick's act is a result of Philip's words.
Rick moves away from a slightly confused Michonne, and she does not know the adequate response to his statement. She does know that she must have an expression frozen between lust and the desire to slap that cocky grin from Rick's face.
"You left me alone in that bed and with a fucking note," Michonne groans, and she is ultimately angry against Rick and her body reaction, " you think I'm going to jump back on your dick because you're the best sex of my life. You think I'm that whipped, or I'm a special kind of dumb." She asks at the edge of hysteria. " How many chances have you managed to destroy? Now, you want to own me. Now, you want to have a claim on me because it pleases you. You're jealous. Of course, my dumb self is going to wait for you with open arms. You're a delusional asshole, and you wasted ten years. You wanted me out of your perfect life, and I'm going to grant you that wish, baby. I have enough shit to deal with now," She finishes with a touch of irony that fails to hide her fears and frustration.
Rick stares at Michonne, and he does not show how much Michonne's words shake his confidence. He draws a deep breath, and Rick never expected it to be easy. He knows that she has seen that ugly side of him, and the anger is frightening.
"I don't want to own you, but you're mine. We know it, and I was slightly slow there." Rick calmly states, and Michonne glares at him, " You want to give me the hardest time of my life, good luck trying to top this." He points at the hospital bed where she lies.
" I'm not asking you for another chance because I know you won't give me one. I don't care if you don't want to give me another chance, and I will find a way to get one. I wasted ten years." Rick agrees with Michonne, and he draws a deep breath to make his next statement.
" Well, I'm going to step up, and you can do your best to make me as miserable as I made myself in ten years. You're my wife, and I'm not going to screw this up. I'm going to make it less hard for you to love me, and it is going to be hard because I have no idea how to win you. I'm good at pushing you away, but I can't shove you this far." Rick pursues, and Michonne already has her rebuttal ready to leave her lips.
" Rick..." Michonne decides to silence her heart, and she does not want to allow hope to blossom over promises, which Rick can easily break.
"Do you know how scared I was?" Rick challenges Michonne, " you can't do this to me, and you can't make me think about losing a future with you." He adds with slight frustration. " I have my demons, Mimi. I'm fucking angry at you and the world, but I want to heal from that shit. I don't want to lose you, and I am going to grow a pair. You don't want to give me a chance. Don't give me a chance. Make it impossible for me to win you back, and so when I do, you won't have any doubts on how much I want this marriage to work."
Michonne looks at Rick, and she has no responses to his statement. She wipes the tears before they can fall, and Michonne feels as if Rick is too late.
"She broke you beyond what I can fix, and Rick ..." Michonne whispers the words, and her effort to hold her tears are futile," I don't want whatever you promise. I don't want to jump between you and men that you want to kill. I can't deal with this anger, which you carry. "
Rick looks at Michonne, and his hand clasps her fingers. Her words have a weight almost impossible to carry. However, Rick Grimes is not one to fret.
"You don't have to fix me, and I swear that I will do that on my own." He confidently tells Michonne, and he stares at her, "Do you want to stop loving me?" Rick asks, and the response to that question might undo Rick.
Michonne wipes her tears, and she looks at his hand in hers. The thoughts swim in her mind, and she can't find a day when she considers those options. Michonne has loved Rick at every corner of her life. How far the fracture in their relationship expands does not change that fact. She loves him even when it goes against her well-being. Michonne would only stop loving Rick if he asked her to do it. He did ask, and at the crossroad, they stand.
" I wanted it for ten years," She replies with a harsh truth, " I wanted to stop loving you for what it did to us. You didn't need my love, and I'm tired of shoving it down your throat. You won Rick," Michonne finishes, and she wants to bite her tongue to spare him the violence of such a truth.
"I'm sorry," Rick has nothing more sincere to say, and he wipes Michonne's tears.
"I'm going to do what I do best and be an asshole. I'm going to make it impossible for you to quit loving me. If it means using legal means to get that chance, I will send that damn text to my lawyer. You're my wife, and it's your legal obligation to live with me. You can do your best to stop me from winning you back, but you will do it at my house, Mimi." Rick finishes with the same confidence, which makes Michonne want to claw at those beautiful eyes.
"Your lawyer's number," Rick casually requests, and he blesses the heaven that Michonne has no access to a shoe.
"Richard Grimes Junior, I'm not moving in with you," Michonne repeats with exasperation, and she knows how weak her resolution might become with lengthy contact with Rick.
"Tell that to the court and the law, Mrs Grimes," He replies with amusement, " How long until that nurse talk to the paparazzi? I'm going to play that card of the estranged husband who tried everything to get you back, and your public image is going to suffer. Be reasonable, baby?" Rick undoubtedly reminds Michonne why he can be ruthless and oppressive.
"You are trying to win me?" Michonne questions with slight confusion about the method, "Now, I only want to kill you."
" At least, you want something with me," Rick counters.
"I'm not moving in with you," Michonne insists, but her instinct told her the contrary. "You're not winning me back."
"Goodluck, resisting the love of your life every day, dear wife,"