He hadn't slept this good in a long time. Having her home meant the world. As his eyes adjusted to the light coming into the room he turned to face her. She was still asleep, her body clearly needed more time to heal. The bruises and cuts were barely visible now. It had been a whirlwind for these past couple of weeks. Carl was still adjusting to his life and his kids visited them many times during the day. They never really did any formal introductions, they just blended together like everyone had known each other for years. Andre was still learning how to receive the attention he now got. Carl was scary to him, he didn't know how to act around him yet because he wasn't used to teenagers. Judith and Andre sort of went back to the friends they were. Judith was still avoiding Michonne. Rick picked up on it, but it was understandable. She felt awkward over this sudden change in her dads life. Other than that things were going smoothly.

His gaze dropped on her flat stomach. It was indescribable. After everything her body went through, their child remained unharmed.

Their child. The thought was wild. This woman had been a stranger to him and now she carried one of the most important things to him. He felt nervous about what the doctors told them when she had her last checkup. They weren't in the clear. The chances of miscarriage were higher because of the surgery she went through and the trauma from the crash. They didn't know what affect everything had on this innocent life yet.

Rick tried his best to keep the talks about the baby minimal. He knew she was on the edge about it, she was still taking it in and she didn't need him gushing over it every single second. She also made it very clear she wasn't ready to share the news. So it was hush hush at this point. They didn't really do much. They just hang out with the people they loved.

She yawned as she finally opened her eyes, "Don't you get tired of staring? How long this time? "

His voice was low and scratchy, "I don't know, maybe two hours?"

Michonne smacked his chest, "Such a creep."

Rick laughed lightheartedly, pulling her to him gently, "I'll take that title and wear it with honor."

"And still clearly corny." she continued.

His mouth dropped on the curve of her shoulder and he kissed her, teasing, it was the spot that always got her and she knew exactly what he was doing.

"As much as I would like to," she met his eyes as she squirmed under his touch, "I really have to pee."

Rick laughed and allowed her to sneak from under his touch. He watched her hold her side as she stood up. She went to the bathroom and he sat there waiting.

Michonne emerged back and he really tried his best to keep himself in check. She sat back on the bed and held her side again. He took notice of every little detail and she couldn't stand it sometimes.

"You're still hurting?" He had to bring it up.

She appreciated the question, but Rick... sometimes went a little overboard.

"You remember what the doctor said right?" Michonne sighed, "It might take months until I can move around without soreness. I'm fine."

He had to take her word, "If you say so. I just want you to tell me if there is anything-"

"I'll tell you." She promised and turned to him with raised eyebrows, "Besides where was this energy last night?"

Rick raised his brows back, panicking, "I asked you like a hundred times if I was hurting you-"

"It was just a joke." Michonne laughed.

He grabbed her with a chuckle and pulled her gently down with him. She echoed the same playful energy and kissed him while his hands ran down her back. Suddenly this sweet little moment was derailed by their hunger for each other. In seconds it's heavy breathing and goosebumps rising on skin. They were rolling around, her wound didn't bother enough to interrupt their desire for each other. Michonnes hands found his broad shoulders and she pulled him close as possible. She gasped softly at the feel of him between her legs.

"I kind of get now how you're pregnant." He said out of breath in between kisses. He couldn't help himself and smirked proudly after the comment.

She froze, suddenly dropping her hands off of him.

Rick pulled himself away to look at her face, realizing the tension changed drastically into a different direction,"What? Did I say something wrong?"

Michonne didn't know why it caused her to panic. She couldn't stop herself from feeling like this. They hadn't really even talked about it.

She scoffed awkwardly and raised herself a little, "I don't know. I'm just..."

Rick waited for her to find the right words.

She pulled her hair back and avoided his eyes. He knew she was in need of some support because she couldn't form a sentence. Michonne hated how the mood changed so suddenly.

"Hey," He took her hand, "Tell me. What's going on?"

"I just keep forgetting," She admitted while fiddling with edge of the white duvet, "or maybe I'm avoiding it."

Rick thought back to what she had said earlier when they discussed children, "You having second thoughts about it?"

Michonne flinched at his question, "No."

He nodded, relieved that it hadn't crossed her mind, "Listen, I know it's not what we exactly had in mind."

"It's not what I had in mind at all."

"Yeah," He agreed, squeezing the hand he was holding, "And it's a big deal. We are living in Daryls house and my divorce... It's not the best scenario for having a baby, but it's a blessing. Ain't it? "

"It is," She was quick to agree, "I just don't want to think about it because we have so much shit going on. The kids are still confused over what is going."

Rick kissed her hand and ended up repeating himself, "And we'll figure it out. It will work out."

Michonne took a deep breath, since the conversation was already going into this direction she had to say it out loud, "I'm not moving here. I can't, you know that right?"

His eyes narrowed at her in his usual manner, "I thought we could talk about it."

"No, Rick," She pulled her hand away, frustrated because this was exactly why she was avoiding the conversation in the first place, "I have huge deals coming up at work. I'm talking about things that are big accomplishments for a black woman like me. Things that don't fall into our laps and things that I have worked for my entire life. These will solidify my entire career and I'm not going to abandon those goals because of this."

He felt defensive,"I get that work is important to you, but how is this going to be then? We are going to do long distance with a baby now?"

Now she was over it. He wasn't understanding what she was saying. She got up, wincing a little as she moved too quickly for her wounds liking.

"Please take it easy." He got up after her, grabbing her hand to support her.

"I'm fine." She snapped as she pulled her robe on.

"You are gonna have an attitude with me now?" He drawled huskily as he put on his boxers and t-shirt , "You have to tell me what you're thinking Michonne. I ain't a mind reader."

She rolled her eyes as she hugged herself, "I don't have the answers. I don't know how we are going to do this, but I'm not going to move here."

He couldn't belive her, "There is no room for discussion?"

"No," She said, "I can't leave my responsibilities. I can't take Andre away from his family and friends. Our lives are in Atlanta."

"Well I can't leave either." He almost growled out as the reality hit him, "I want my kids close by."

Michonne sighed sadly, "I know."

"We have to find a way," He was not letting this go down like this, "We didn't go through everything for this to go south."

"Why do you think this will go south?" She asked, annoyed, "You're assuming the worst because I refuse to be a stay at home mom."

"What?" He didn't understand her hostile behavior, "I never said that."

"Well, gee, Rick that's exactly how it sounded," Her response was sharp as she stared him down, "You automatically think about the worst possible outcome. I don't see what's so bad about living where we are and going back and forth. It's not impossible and it's not a permanent solution. I need a year. That's all."

"Because it's insane to go back and forth with a baby," He pulled on his jeans and buttoned them with irritation, "I get it you're used to doing things alone. I get that, but you ain't alone this time. I want to be there and it's not okay if I miss anything. I want to be there for the doctors appointments, the mornings when you feel like shit, I want to rub your feet when they ache. Am I selfish for wanting that?"

She could see his point, but her resilience was the thing that carried her through all of her life and she had sacrificed a lot to get here.

"If you want that," She didn't know how else to put it, "You're coming back home with me."

She wasn't apologizing for this one. She wasn't going to be the losing herself and abandoning her dreams.

Rick wasn't good with controlling his feelings. He was still practicing at this age on how and when it was appropriate to do certain things. With Michonne it all went from zero to hundred. They were like ice and fire. Similar in ways that would baffle anybody, but at the same time at odds because they were used to being the leaders in their own households. They were only capable of loving fiercely.

He caught her offguard when he smoothly walked up to her. She stared into his eyes and hoped he got the memo. He rubbed his long stubble that was starting to look more like a beard.

"Fine."

She was shocked by his answer, "What about-"

"You said it yourself," His voice was raspy and low as he played with the tie wrapped around her robe, "It ain't permanent. My kids are older, they can adjust to change. I need a break from my job anyway."

She was still shocked and speechless over how he just decided to change the course of his life in seconds for her. With the familiar wicked gleam in his eyes, he pushed his hands under her silky dark blue robe.

"You know we aren't going to solve every fight with sex right?" Michonne hated to admit it, but she was already turned on. His assertive and cocky way of handling differences did it for her. It sometimes felt like he wanted to get her riled up just so he could undo her himself.

"Are we fighting?" Rick played stupid and carefully backed her against the bed.

"I don't know," Her voice was breathy all of a sudden, it was impossible not to play along, "Are we?"

He couldn't help himself. It was like being a kid in candystore when she was around. It was the hardest thing in the world to not to touch. He made sure to be gentle, her injuries never fully leving his mind as he pushed her down on the bed. She giggled like a teenager, trying to keep her voice down.

His hands were on her thighs, rubbing her up and down as he gazed down at her, "I told you. I got you. If you need me in Atlanta, I'll make it happen."

His whispers were almost lost in translation. She concentrated on her own needs and murmured quietly, "Yeah."

"Yeah?" He whispered back as he lowered himself between her lean legs.

"Yeah." She repeated breathlessly and tossed her headback in ecstasy when he finally dropped his head even lower.

"It's a full house," Sasha looked around as they sat on the backyard, the spot that was always occupied by someone, "Daryl and Connie should start charging folks."

Michonne snorted at her friend, "They were the ones who practically forced me here."

"I'm glad they did," She raised her sunglasses off her face and looked at Andre who was playing with Dog, "Your boyfriend is homeless where were you going to go?"

Michonne shot her a look, "My boyfriend," she laughed, cackling a little, "That still doesn't sound right."

"Well what is he?" Sasha inquired. For her their whole relationship was reckless from the moment they met. It was very obvious this was really going somewhere because now the kids were involved with each other. She thought Michonne would be over it quickly, but they had proved her wrong.

"Boyfriend makes it sound like he is twenty."

Sasha laughed, "Are you dragging him and his old age?"

"No," She kept laughing with her, "Stop that. He is my partner."

"Well that sounds romantic," She said sarcastically and sighed, "Whatever he is. Grimes is homeless so you are in the right place. Thank God for Daryl and Connie."

"He is not homeless," Michonne rolled her eyes, "We can't exactly show up at his ex wives door step. Not after I basically tore her head off at the hospital."

"Well she was being a bitch for no reason," Sasha was blunt, "I mean who the hell is she to question your relationship with your partner."

"Okay, partner sounds ridiculous I get it," She wrapped her arms around herself and sighed, "I really appreciate the fact that you've been here and going back and forth with Connie."

"Well you're my sis," Sasha was nonchalant about it, "Of course I do what I can for you and Andre."

Michonne was reminded everyday how loved she was. She knew how much Sasha and Connie did for her during this difficult time. They were the only family she knew. They would always be her family.

"I need to tell you something," She gathered the courage, it was time to talk about it, "I hope this doesn't change anything between us."

Sasha was twisting her face in confusion as she tried to figure out what she was saying.

She took a deep breath and adjusted herself, her eyes darted from her son to Sasha nervously.

"Girl you're freaking me out. What's wrong?"

Michonne felt nauseated, anxiety kicked in and whenever that happened these days it felt like she wanted to hurl her guts out.

"I'm pregnant." Her voice was soft as a feather when she said it.

Sasha kept staring at her. Her dark brown eyes trying to figure out from her expression if it was a bad joke.

"I know, It just keeps getting messier, shit, I know. It wasn't like we planned-"

"Pregnant?" She repeated the word as if she was trying to convince herself.

Michonne nodded. She felt ashamed and it was hard to look her in the eye. She knew how badly Sasha and Abraham had hoped for a child of their own. Their journey to have kids had been difficult and it hadn't moved forward in years. When their business bloomed, the baby making was put on hold. Sasha was a tough girl, just like she was, and it was hard to imagine how horrible this must have felt.

She raised her finger and narrowed her eyes at her, "You two are having a baby?"

"If everything goes well," She felt like her throat would close up as she said the words, "yes."

She put her finger down and wondered what the fuck did she just hear.

"When that raging psychopath kidnapped you, you were?"

"Yeah," Michonne could see she was carefully assessing the situation, "I didn't know then, I had a feeling, but they confirmed it in the hospital."

"And he knows?"

She nodded.

Sasha chuckled over dramatically, "I was wondering what the hell was he taking since he was so fucking happy. I mean, you almost died, his son almost died and he's been over here singing and making breakfast."

"Sasha..." Michonne could see the irritation build up.

"I bet his little swimmers were like let's knock this African queen up because well she is way out of our league anyway," She was rambling now, "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to say congratulations when you told me you didn't want kids. So, I don't understand how did this even happen? Why didn't you make him wrap it up if babies were not your agenda? You remember how Andre was conceived right?"

She didn't know what to say and leaned closer to her friend who sat across from her,"I don't know Sasha. I was stupid. I didn't think it would happen twice like this. I mean what are the odds? The pills have worked seamlessly for almost ten years."

Her eyes were glossy, she was emotional and she pulled her sunglasses back on quickly to hide her sadness, "How far along are you?"

Michonne looked at Andre as she spoke, "Ten weeks, it's so early, but it might have been the reason why the baby remained protected."

Sasha nodded, trying her best to keep herself intact, "You love him?"

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

Andres little giggles in the distance reminded Sasha why she didn't need to take this personally, "What's the plan? You need time off work?"

"Rick is apparently willing to move to Atlanta," She explained quietly, "He'll figure out a way and I'll be able to do all the clients we have in our schedule. This won't affect work. I promise you."

Sasha was skeptical, "The Sheriff is going to be a homemaker? I don't see that happening."

She could only mutter in frustration, "I don't know Sasha, we are still working on it."

They fell into awkward silence. Both were equally overwhelmed. Michonne didn't even want to have this conversation, but she knew she owed Sasha the truth because this would impact their business. She was the only exception. Nobody else would know in a long time.

Still, as hard as the situation was to understand for Sasha, her family always came first. She took a hold of her best friends hand,"This doesn't change anything between us. You're my girl Michonne. If you are willing to take this leap of faith, you bet your ass I'll be there. Like I was with Andre. There is no question about it."

Michonne took her other hand and smiled, "Thank you Sasha. I love you."

"I guess we call him baby daddy number two from now on then." Sasha said back dryly.

Michonne rolled her eyes and chuckled.

Rick was hoping Shane wasn't back. The last thing he wanted was to go to his house and run into Shane. He didn't care who kept Loris bed warm, it wasn't about that. He just didn't have the brain capacity to deal with the both of them when his own life was doing cartwheels.

He jumped out of his car and walked casually to the front door. It felt draining to think about this upcoming conversation. Lori came to open the door quickly after he rang the doorbell. Out of respect he didn't use his own key.

She looked at him with a blank face, "Oh it's you already. Come on in."

Rick followed her inside their home and she stopped by the kitchen, "There are more boxes in the garage and Negan has some that didn't fit."

He nodded as he looked at the sea of boxes with his stuff sticking out, "Thanks."

"Yeah, well, I do have a life of my own so the rest of it you're going to pack yourself." She deadpanned, "I only helped because Carl asked me to."

She might have gotten up from the wrong side of the bed this morning or Shane was still a no show.

"I wanted to talk about some stuff." He sat down casually.

Lori started at him silently. Her whole appearance was disheveled and you would be blind if you didn't take notice.

"I'm glad we can sort things out without court Lori," He kept staring at her and she avoided him like always, she returned to wiping the counter, "I know, I'm no saint in this, but for the kids-"

"Judith and Carl are always going to be fine," She interrupted him, "No matter what you get yourself into, they will be fine."

He raised his brows at her agressive demeanor as she kept cleaning, "I'm not going to have this conversation by myself, could you stop and sit down?"

She tossed the rag into the sink and sat down with a huff, "Better?"

He didn't want to dwell in her negative energy and ignored it, "Sure."

"You know Rick, I don't care what you and your little girlfriend are heading towards, but after she came at me in that hospital room.. I'm not going to even try. I apologized, I took ownership," She felt justified for her rant, "do you have any idea how hard that was? And she treated me like I was the problem. You both are delusional and I'm relieved you found someone who will make your life a living nightmare after she is done with you."

Rick yawned as she went on and on. It was nothing new. After Michonne blew up at her she brought it up every single time they talked about anything at all.

"Sure." He repeated again.

She picked her fingernails, "Is there any point to this? I have work unlike you."

"I'm on temporary leave because of our son and, yes, also for her," He had to raise his voice a little, "I was saying,"

"Say it then."

He rubbed his eyes in annoyance and sighed, "I'm moving to Atlanta at some point. There is no days set, we'll see how she heals and then we'll go."

Lori jolted, "What?"

"It's not really possible for us to go back and forth-"

"Why?" She asked, eyes wide, "You've lived your whole life here. Your friends, your job, your children are here. You can't just go."

"I can and I will," He kept the most important part a secret until Michonne was ready to share, "It's not final. She has important things coming up, Andre can't be ripped away from his life when he is so young."

Lori rolled her eyes, "And our children need to just accept this? Their dad can be ripped away from their lives?"

"I'm not going anywhere," Rick sighed, "I'll see them on the weekends, holidays and whenever they want to come around. I'll visit here and pick them up. I'm gonna extend my leave from work-"

She laughed loudly, "Are you going to just sit around and do nothing? Cater to her needs twenty four seven?

"No, I'll have my hands full with Andre and," He stopped himself and changed the subject, "All I need from you is the promise that the kids will be fine here."

Lori got up hastily, tossing her hands around in frustration, "Rick I've been doing this practically alone since Judith was born! You were never home!"

"That's not true." He got up and matched her energy.

"Oh, but it is," She couldn't believe him, "Now you come here and think we won't be fine because you will leave and parent another mans child," She was shaking her head and walked out of the kitchen, "Get your stuff and move wherever you want, but don't you ever come here again questioning if my kids will be fine."

Rick heard the upstairs bedroom door slam shut and closed her eyes tiredly. This discussion turned out exactly like he imagined it would.

She wasn't feeling good today. Her symptoms were slowly coming back, the waves of nausea disrupted everything. She was doing her best to focus on the puzzle Andre was piecing together. Connie sat next to him and drank her coffee. The smell just made everything worse.

Her friend would glance at her and smile nervously. She smiled back, trying to keep it together.

"You alright?" She signed at her.

Michonne nodded, not able to speak because she was afraid she would puke the moment she opened her mouth.

"Momma,when are we going home?" Andre wondered aloud again, he would ask the same question daily now. He was missing his routines and it was understandable.

"Soon baby," She swallowed slowly and hoped she wouldn't have to run to the bathroom, "I have just a couple doctors appointments and then we are all done here."

Connie could see her discomfort, but didn't want to make a big deal out of it. She kept smiling and helping around in the best ways she could. Her and Daryl had postponed their trip until everything was settled. Michonne needed support and it was a no brainer to stick around. Secretly she enjoyed being in this house a little longer and hearing the stories Daryl had whenever she discovered a new little crack on the floors. Michonne and Rick didn't bother her. The kids didn't bother her. She just was soaking in every moment because it was a very uncommon situation. They would never be under the same roof like this again.

"Carl! Stop!"

Michonne was fast and looked out of the window. Connie followed and looked at the teenagers on their yard, she signed at her friend, "Are they fighting?"

Michonne watched Carl and Enid closely, by their bodylanguage and by the screaming, they certainly were, "Yes I think so." She signed back at her.

They watched the boy stomp away with his skateboard. It alarmed her. Carl had never raised his voice towards Enid before. It felt strange.

"I'll keep Andre company." Connie signed and pointed outside, "You should-"

"Yeah," She nodded and kissed her sons curly head, "I'll be right back baby."

Michonne hugged herself and walked out, the fresh air was actually a blessing right now. She looked at her feet and the dusty crocs she had just thrown on from the porch. She really needed to get back into the city. Her former self would be ashmed by the endless leggings and the tanktop collection her whole wardrobe seemed to be right at this moment.

Enid was wiping away her messy mascara as she appeared next to her, "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell like that."

"What's going on?" Michonne looked at the girl.

She sighed loudly and looked at her feet, "Carl is not being honest."

She was confused by the answer.

"He is acting like he is fine," The girl clarified, "he can't sleep, he won't take my advice and talk to his mom and dad. He just keeps avoiding it and I'm afraid it's going to make him do something stupid."

Michonne felt blindsided. She had only seen him joking and being like he usually was. This reminded her that she didn't actually know him well enough to pick up on his strange behaviour. It surprised her that Rick didn't see this coming either.

"What do you mean he can't sleep?"

"He literally won't sleep. He will go to bed, but he isn't sleeping. He'll just wander all night in his room or wherever he is staying. First it wasn't this bad, but lately it's been worse," Enid looked hopeless and sniffled, "I don't know what to do. I can't even talk to him without him getting upset."

She was trying her hardest every single day after she came back from the hospital to keep it together. She remained optimistic, they would build this amazing life together with Rick and everything would work out. That was the mantra they kept repeating even before this pregnancy. It would work out eventually.

Michonne shook the thoughts away and squeezed Enids shoulder, "I'll talk to Rick and I'll try to talk to Carl. I won't tell him you said anything."

She nodded sadly, "I just want him to be okay."

"He needs time," She explained, "And help. The kind of help neither of us can give him."

Enid agreed.

Rick was sweating and cursing when he arrived back at Daryls. His truck was filled with boxes and this wasn't even close to being the entirety of his belongings.

He arrived inside, whistling away and stopped when he noticed that the whole house was quiet. It was never quiet these days.

"Andre? Michonne? Daryl?" He yelled out their names and his whole face tightened with worry.

He took off upstairs, panic was rising, something felt off. The Sheriff inside of him was already doing his inner dialog as he wondered what was going on. He barged into the guest bedroom that had been theirs for the past few weeks.

Rick opened the door and exhaled in relief when he saw her back.

"Jesus, I thought something was wrong," He started off, but quickly stopped when he noticed the bags on the bed, "What are you doing? Where is everyone?"

She had kept her focus on the suitcase and then finally raised her eyes to his, "I'm packing."

His whole forehead was scrunched up as he tried to comprehend what she was saying, "I thought we were gonna wait until you got Deannas permission to go back home. I haven't gotten anything done. I need some time before we leave."

Michonne hated this. She wanted to be in his arms and forget rest of the world for a second, but it was important to be responsible. She had to really look at her life and find a peaceful path.

"Rick," She did her best to keep herself level headed, "I'm going, you're not going."

"What?" He shut her suitcase with agression and stormed towards her, like the words cut deeply, "What are you talking about?"

"Connie, Daryl and Sasha took Andre for his farewell dinner," Michonne dodged the question entirely, "We'll leave tomorrow."

"No," He shook his head and desperately took her face in his hands, "You are not going anywhere."

She pushed his hands away, "Rick, I need a break. I need to go home and figure out my head before bringing another human being into this. I need to be in my own home. I need time to process everything. I miss my life and if I don't do this now I'm afraid I'll regret this. I don't want this baby to come into a mess that we created because we couldn't control ourselves. I need a breather, but it doesn't change the fact that I love you."

He didn't want to hear it, he kept shaking his head, "That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard."

"Rick..."

"You can't fucking decide stuff like this on your own." Rick was upset and she could see him turn red.

"Watch your tone." She warned with an attitude. Unspoken heat flashed between their eyes.

"I told you I'm not going to miss out on anything." He felt like he owed to keep her safe, no matter what.

"You need to be here for Carl!" Michonne raised her voice, her heart ached, "You can't leave him behind when he is not well. We've been so caught up in our own shit that we haven't even seen him battling. We were doing it before Pete and now we're doing the same thing. You need to be his dad. He needs you more than I do right now."

Rick rubbed his stubble, his voice was hoarse,"You can't just leave me. Leave us hanging like this."

He tried to reach for her again and she pushed his hands away, remaining withdrawn because it was easier this way, "Stop it."

He was so damn stubborn.

"I can't just stay here and wonder how you're doing." Rick was relentless and reached for her again.

She kept pushing his hands away because she knew if she stopped and settled into his touch she couldn't say no.

"You can't do this to us right now."

He was desperate.

Michonnes eyes flicked to him and she could see how miserable he felt, "It's not a goodbye. It's not even a see you later. I'm here. You got me and I got you. We promised each other that the kids came first, do your part and I'll do mine."

"What about our kid? Huh?" he couldn't stand the idea of staying behind when he knew the risks, "What if something goes wrong?"

She couldn't mutter out anything because they were valid questions. It wasn't easy to admit that love wasn't enough right now. The future they would share together was not going anywhere. There was no need for the rush. It was important to stop and heal.

Her pleading gaze pierced his heart.

"Rick, please just do this for me. We need this. Our kids need it."

Rick finally gave in, his throat tightened and a sense of deep sadness washed over him. He kissed her passionately and as their foreheads touched when he pulled away, he nodded. He wanted to be selfish and keep her for his own comfort. It scared him to death that she would suddenly realize this wasn't what she wanted.

Her hand reached up to his hair, she pushed it back and smiled, "You got this cowboy."

God, he loved her.

I think I have to extend to fifty chapters to get everything in place until the sequel. And yes, there is a sequel in the works. Im a total loony and mapping it out already...

Anyway, have a beautiful week. What a wave of love on the last chapter, thank you tons!