She watched him closely. She could see how he fidgeted once the questioning started. He would look at the clock and probably counted minutes. He knew she was up next and she wasn't there to play nice.
Michonne kept her fingers crossed and listened to his bullshit testimony. She didn't sigh, she didn't roll her eyes, she didn't let the lies that were coming out of his mouth phase her. She elongated her neck, moved it from side to side and pushed her shoulders back. It was almost her time.
As his lawyer finally sat down, she waited for her cue. This man would stare at her. He really thought he was being intimidating, but in reality she only saw eyes that were filled with fear. God help him, she thought with a smile as she stared back.
"Miss Anthony." The judge nodded at her.
Michonne stood up, her heels and black pantsuit making her look like a black panther on the prowl. She walked up to the man on stand and smiled again, "So, Mr.Thompson," She addressed him, "You're bankrupt?"
He sighed dramatically, "I've explained this to my ex wife. Three years we've been going back and forth! I don't work for fifty hours a week for fun," He got agitated, "I don't understand why she thought after draining me out of everything I got and even taking the kids I would have anything left to give to her. I've proved it time after time. There is nothing left!"
The sob story was great, Michonne was dying on the inside. Some people were just plain stupid.
"Your ex wife who provided everything for your three young children since your divorce and is barely paying her rent has the right to question you Mr.Thompson," She got even closer to the stand, "You have yourself, posted these images on your social media since everything started."
She flashed series of photos of him on the screen that was to their left. The photos showed him in private yachts, dinner parties and everything in between.
"My friends are wealthy," He raised his voice, "Is it a crime?"
"No," Michonne walked up to the desk and took the files Kelly handed her, "But it is a crime to hide your assets and launder the money back into American soil."
"Objection." His lawyer stood up abruptly, "Speculation!"
"Your honor, I would like to present new evidence," She walked up to the judge, "You will want to see this."
"Overruled," The judge sighed and took the papers, "Miss Anthony would you pass the files to the other parties present?"
She quickly tossed the thick files on the opponents desk with a smirk. Someone didn't do their homework.
The judge looked over the papers, checking the legitimacy and sighed repeatedly.
"For years this man has violated this courtroom with countless lies." She looked at the judge.
"Objection!"
"He has hidden over two million dollars in a bank account over at cayman islands and viciously uses his power over immigrants who deliver this cash to him regularly. He uses these people and their businesses to launder significant amounts. Imagine going through this sort of set up just so you don't have to provide for your children."
"Objection!" the lawyer was practically screaming now, "There is nothing that proves my clients guilt here. Only hearsay!"
"I have a witness who is willing to testify," Michonne said firmly and took a paper from Kelly again, "Your honor, Mr.Thompson is already in trouble with the Irs. His ex wife provides everything to these children and works around the clock while he goes on vacation and drinks himself silly."
"Objection! Hearsay!"
The judge shook his head and looked at her, "It's never a boring courtroom with you Miss Anthony."
She returned her seat and nodded at her client. It took some connections and hard work, but again, it was for sure another win under her belt.
As the hearing ended in their victory and the downfall of this man, she remembered vividly why she started this in the first place. Her client rushed to hug her and thank her, Michonne had wished this outcame came sooner, but she would accept this and be relieved it came now.
"You could have just went to the prosecutor." Kelly chuckled as they packed up.
"If I did, I wouldn't have seen the look on his face." She pointed out.
"Yeah, dude was slimy as hell." Kelly laughed.
They walked out of the courtroom and Michonne looked at her phone.
Kelly could see her face brighten up, "Yo what's cowboy up to?"
She shook her head and laughed, "What cowboy?"
"Really? You still wanna stay tight lipped about it?"
"Kelly." She warned.
"Everyone knows you're banging this white dude, spill the tea already."
"By everyone, you mean Sasha and Connie."
They walked up to her car.
Michonne tossed her bag on the backseat and Kelly took her place on the passenger seat.
"I don't care if you are," She continued as Michonne sat inside the car and started the engine, "Just don't be moving away like my sis. I don't know whats up with y'all and these country folks."
"That's not happening, I promise you."
Kelly nodded as they drove back to the office, the silence in the car was broken by her phone vibrating. There were small pauses in between and the phone kept blowing up.
She laughed loudly, "Dude texts like my dad. Man why do old people do that? You know you could write everything in one message. You should educate him."
"Shut up." Michonne smacked her arm playfully from behind the wheel.
Negan, Daryl and Glenn kept looking at each other as they took in the strange view. Rick Grimes was smiling ear to ear, completely mesmerized by his phone.
Negan tossed his legs up on Daryls outdoor table and laughed, "It's been almost two weeks and this idiot is still smiling like that?"
Daryl pushed his legs down with a grunt.
"She must have a magical pu-"
"I dare you to finish that sentence." No expression passed Ricks face as he interrupted his profanities and shot a look towards him
Negan held his hands up in surrender, "Jeez, you must be really in love."
His casual remark caused Glenn to clear his throat uncomfortably and Rick just kept staring at him blankly. Daryl, well, he always looked uncomfortable when it came down to talking about any sort of feelings, so it was hard to tell.
"What?" He looked at his friends, one by one, and wondered why stating the obvious was somehow shocking.
Daryl looked at Rick then and changed the subject quickly, "What's up with the house? You put it on the market?"
"How the hell is he supposed to do that when he sleeps in my fucking garage," Negan answered for him as he rolled his eyes, "He is hiding from the wifey all day long and texting his girlfriend."
Sometimes being friends with Negan was exhausting. He hated how he said it, but there were literally no lies told there.
"Lori is the one avoiding me," Rick defended himself, "I filed a week ago and since then she just acts like nothing is wrong. She spends time with the kids and goes to work. If I try to talk about it she shuts me down immediately."
"I gotta say I kept my distance for a reason," Glenn wanted to be honest, "In like a span of few months everything has changed for you and Lori. I honestly didn't know how to take it because Lori is also our friend and I tried to keep my ears away from the gossip. Then I heard what she did with Shane... Ugh, that just didn't sit right with me."
Rick took a swing from the beer Daryl had opened for him.
Glenn was very neutral about the subject, he could understand the struggle they were each going through, "Maggie told me how she thinks you guys shouldn't give up and it got me thinking. I don't think you are giving up if there is nothing to salvage. Both of you hurt each other. What's the point in being with someone you are capable of hurting like that?"
Rick thought about his words and he knew he was right. They simply weren't happy together.
"You like Michonne, you have feelings for her, " Glenn continued bravely, "It's okay to admit that. I'm not saying go marry her in Vegas," he shot a look towards Daryl and rambled on, "That would be polygamy at this point, but anyway you want her over Lori. You want to pursue her over fixing your marriage that's built on fucked up lies. That's understandable. You can admit that and we won't hold it against you."
"Cheers to that." Negan lifted his beer and drank, "What Lori did is way worse."
"It's not a competition." Rick said silently as he looked at his bare hand. He had taken his wedding ring off before anything happened with Michonne. The few days they shared together were like a dream. Never in his life had he felt so connected to another humanbeing. Everything about her was so captivating. It had been tough to say goodbye. He missed their talks in bed together. He missed her laughter and smile. He just missed her and everything felt dull without her. Rick was not sure how to handle this long distance thing. The messages and phonecalls made it bearable, but if he could choose he would be with her from the moment sun was up, until the sun was down.
Daryl looked at Rick and muttered, "We are driving up to Atlanta this weekend. We need to clear Connies home. Wanna come?"
He couldn't hide his smile and Negan caught on, "You look damn ridiculous when you're this happy."
"You think it's too much too soon if I just show up?" Rick ignored Negan and looked at Glenn and Daryl for advice, "We didn't really talk how this would go."
"You should've done more talking instead of the fucking." Negan kept going.
Rick threw the cap from the beer bottle at him in frustration, "Oh shut up already."
"I think you should go." Glenn nodded at him with a smile, "I mean sometimes you just gotta be a little selfish. Make it happen."
"I'm sorry I have to be the party pooper, but have you all lost your damn minds?" Negan was loud as always as he kept his eyes at Rick, "I'm all for this, but man, you have to do this smoothly or Lori is gonna flip out and she will make your life a living hell. Don't be stupid now."
"I don't care," He blurted out, there was no use in lying anymore, "I'm done being the guy who just settles for things and takes the high road. Fuck, that's what I've been doing all my life and look where it got me."
"Talk to Lori," Daryl grumbled as he looked at the clear sky, "Make her listen and if she don't then leg go, let God."
Rick looked at his friends and gave an unsure nod. It sounded simple, but he knew it was far from it.
Michonne listened to Sasha. Or at least she thought she did, but she didn't have time to register what she was even talking about because her mind was too occupied. She came back home and it was surprisingly hard to go back to regular life. Rick was not an after thought anymore. He was all of a sudden living rent free in her mind. Twenty four seven.
She looked at the Chinese takeway box on her desk and it reminded her of his crazy craving for kung po chicken at ten am. He had explained how he didn't really eat at work and the night shifts were the worst. After waking up in each others arms that particular morning it was insanely normal. Everything just moved in a calm flow. Like it had always been the two of them. He joked, and she laughed. He got his takeaway and she watched him eat while doing her workout. He kept his attention at her as he waited for her to finish up.
"You know I'm all sweaty and gross right now." She warned him as she stood on her yoga mat and he approached her, he was clearly hungry for something different.
"You and gross don't go together. " His voice was low as he stopped in front of her. His self-control was out of the window again as he roughly backed her against the wall.
"We have maybe three hours left." She had to remind him with a shaky whisper, his hot breath on her neck disrupting her train of thought. He kissed her there slowly, her sticky skin making him even more aroused.
"Better make em' count." His southern accent drove her wild and she groaned softly into his ear as she guided his hand inside her tight shorts.
"Michonne?"
She bit her lip awkwardly as she tried her best to come back to earth, "mmh?"
"You want to take it or not?"
The question made her flustered, "Take what now?"
Sasha gave her the proper side eye, "You know this is why people need to have sex regularly. It makes them lose focus when they do it after a long time and the rest of us have to deal with the daydreaming."
"I wasn't daydreaming."
"And I'm the pope," Sasha groaned, "What's the deal? You haven't really said anything about what's going on."
It wasn't easy for her to talk about it because that would mean it was real, and everything being this real scared the daylights out of her.
"It's complicated... but I think it's worth it." Michonne smiled softly.
"He file for divorce yet?" She crossed her arms.
"A week ago," She sighed, not too excited over the subject, "I asked Weston for a favor and he is helping him with that."
"Really? You're using your connections now?" Sasha narrowed her eyes at her partner, "I don't know Michonne..."
"You did the same thing with Abraham." She bit back quickly, "You got Rosita off his back with his help."
"I'm only saying this because I love you," Her friend tried her best to keep her voice calm, "I've been there. Rosita hated my guts and made my life a mess, you remember that right? He didn't get to see his daughter for six months because of me. It felt like shit. I didn't think it would be that bad, but it was. We almost didn't make it."
"In the end it was worth it right?"
"Sure, but now looking back I think I should have waited until they were completely separated before dipping my spoon in there," Sasha explained further, "I'm just saying, don't forget what's at stake for him. His grown son has a mind of his own, but his daughter could end up in the crossfire."
"I won't allow that." She was determined as always.
Sasha smiled nervously, she was too familiar with the path they were taking on, "I told you I want you to be happy. I really do, but please come to me if it turns ugly. I don't want you to be alone in it."
"I promise you Sash," Michonne reassured her, "He is not stupid. I know his kids are a priority. Just like Andre is mine. We talked about it."
"So..." Sasha wanted to dig deeper, "He is serious about this?"
"I guess."
"And you are?"
"I guess I'm on board too." She didn't know how else to put it, "We didn't really sit there and ask each other to be boyfriend and girlfriend."
Sasha snorted, "Yeah he was probably too busy devouring your ass."
Michonne laughed hard, "You're nasty." she catched her breath and wondered aloud, "You think it's too much if I ask him to come visit me?"
She shrugged, "How do you think Andre will take it?"
"We'll figure it out," She said more to herself, "I'm not saying I'm going to ask him right now. He has his life there and he can't just drop everything for me. I know that."
Sasha nodded and smiled. She was truly happy for her, but at the same time she knew how hard this would get. Their journey would be filled with obstacles and she hoped he was serious about her because the harsh reality would set in and she was not going to let Rick Grimes destory everything her best friend had built.
Rick tossed his bag on the bed and looked into his wardrobe. He grabbed a few things and felt good about choosing himself.
He heard the door slam and cursed under his breath, "Shit."
The steps got louder as they approached. Lori stomped into their bedroom.
"Where are you going?"
He didn't look at her, he just kept packing his essentials, "Negans, I just needed to grab more clothes."
"No, I mean this weekend," Lori snapped, she was upset, "You were supposed to be with the kids because I have a double shift."
"I know, I remember," Rick finally raised his gaze and looked at her, "Carl is staying with Enid. His parents are taking the kids to the cabin, we had agreed to that like weeks ago. I asked Judith does she want to come with me, Daryl and Connie to Atlanta, or if she wanted her grandma to pick her up. Well, she chose grandma."
She felt like he was being unfair and said bitterly," Of course she chose your mom who buys her everything she wants."
"So what?" He snapped back, not understanding what the big deal was.
"Rick you can't do this," She whispered and fought back the tears that were ready to spill over any second, "I know you're going there because of her. You promised me you wouldn't move on when everything is a mess."
"Lori," He didn't want to hurt her feelings, but in their situation it was impossible, "I know I promised you and I'm sorry for that, but I can't just pause my life because I'm in debt to you. You chose yourself over and over again. Don't guilt trip me for finally doing something I want to do."
"You are screwing her now aren't you?" She was angry again, "That's why you were in such a hurry to get a lawyer and file for divorce. That's why you don't give a shit if you're a selfish asshole all of a sudden. Never, ever have you taken time off work for us, but for her all of a sudden you can do that."
Rick tossed his head back and rubbed his face in frustation,"I've taken time off work for the kids countless times. Or did that conveniently slip your mind? You're making things up now."
She gave him a mocking applause, "Bravo! Blame me for everything!"
"I don't want to argue with you," He said quietly, mentally exhausted with everything that was going on in their household, "I know I did something wrong. I apologized for it, but it doesn't change the fact that I don't want this anymore. You don't want this either!"
She fought back, "I've known you for almost twenty years of my life and this is how you treat me? All I wanted was a little respect from you. I needed you to be kind and honor the last moments of our marriage and you can't do that because it's more important for you to live your own life?" She laughed bitterly, "You're running off into the sunset with a complete stranger and you think I will let my kids be around that. Are you insane!"
"What the hell are you saying?" Rick raised his voice at her.
"You'll see." She threatened and walked off with a venomous glare in her eyes.
Her words struck him like lightning.
Was he an awful person after all?
The few days in between moved too slowly for his liking. He couldn't sleep. He felt guilty again. It clouded the excitement he felt for seeing her again. It had been two long weeks. Too many days, hours, minutes and seconds without her. Michonne was good at keeping him centered. She knew exactly what to say or what to do when he doubted his own mind. He couldn't tell her about the last blow up with Lori. Rick was afraid she would get scared and it would be too much of a burden for her. The funny thing was as he battled this guilt Lori inserted in him, his kids thrived. Carl was happier and talked more to him than he had in years. He would constantly text him and send him stupid shit he found off the internet. He knew where he was headed and wished him a good trip. It was like a strange alternative universe and he hoped it stayed this way for the rest of their lives. Judith wasn't old enough to understand everything, but for now she seemed content with this separation her parents were going through. She just told him she wished they could all be together at Christmas. At this point a miracle would be needed for that to happen, but maybe one day they could get there.
As he thought about the relationship with Lori, he understood that this wouldn't actually change a lot in their lives. Sure. different addresses and all that, but for years they had lived separately. He just didn't see it before. He hadn't craved for her presence in his life in years. He admired her for giving him his kids, for holding the house down, for helping him through recovery, but he wasn't in love with Lori anymore, as cliché as it was. He loved the idea of a white picket fence and a Sunday morning with the family, but in reality their life was far from that. It was hectic schedules, empty conversations as neither wanted to communicate their deepest thoughts and top it all off it was routine sex that felt like a chore. He struggled being present with her and he knew he should faced the facts sooner. Rick could only blame himself.
He smiled at the Atlanta sign as they passed it. Daryl was flipping through the channels as Connie dozed off in the back.
"You tell her you're coming?" Daryl asked from behind the wheel.
He looked at the view from the car window and chuckled, "Nope."
"She is gonna hate that." His friend stated.
"Yep."
The last thing she wanted to do after a long day at the office was move furniture. Or pack stuff. Moving was one of the most annoying things in the entire world, but for her friend she couldn't say no. Even when it required getting a sitter for Andre.
She parked her car where she always parked when she went to see Connie at her apartment. Her home was located in the center of Atlanta, right by their office. The red brick building was a sad sight when she drove by these days. She missed her friend.
Michonne, dressed in her workout gear climbed up the stairs when she heard grunting and panting coming from the floor above her. She reached top of the stairs and stood there confused.
"You need to turn left."
"It won't fit."
"It will. Just turn left."
"I'm telling you, it ain't fitting that corner."
"Yes it will, just, ugh, turn left."
"Daryl-"
"Man, stop telling me what to do!"
The sofa hit the floor and Michonne looked back and forth between the men. Daryl nodded at her with a grunt as a simple hello and Rick wiped sweat off his face and smiled nervously.
"I'll let Connie know you're here." Daryl climbed over the sofa and escaped the situation into Connies apartment.
Michonne approached him nervously , the grey sofa between them.
"I guess I'm the one who is gross right now." He broke the silence, his white t-shirt spotty from sweat. She lost herself into the crystal clear blue eyes again, her brown eyes never leaving his.
She smiled finally, "You and gross don't go together."
He sighed in relief and smiled back. It wasn't just a dream. It indeed was very real and a tiny part of him worried if he was on her mind like she was on his. He needed those words more than anything and he was glad he got them. He took hold of the sofa and jumped over it swiftly.
Rick didn't hesitate to grab her face between his hands and claimed her lips. She smiled against him and pushed up into him. He then pulled away and stared into her eyes, feeling centered again, "Hey."
"Hey." Michonne whispered back.
"My office really is a janitors closet compared to this." Rick looked around her office and wondered what the hell was this woman doing with him. Her world was crisp clean and everything about it screamed success.
Her diplomas hang on the wall and he could be in awe of her accomplishments.
She had thought about this before, what would it be like to have him in her world. Now that he was here, it felt like he had always been there. The boots kept her grounded though.
"I forgot to tell you," She reached for her desk and handed him a draft she had made, "She came to her senses. Jessie Anderson is filing for divorce."
He looked at the papers, eyebrow cocked, "How did you do it?"
"I told her she does this or I make sure they remove the kids from her home."
Rick gulped, "You- what?"
"I told her the truth, it's what's up next if she doesn't protect those kids," Michonne wasn't sorry about it, "She'll thank us one day. I got her a place to stay. He doesn't know that she is leaving and I'll make sure he won't find them."
If he hadn't been impressed before, well now he was.
She felt nervous as he looked around. The Sheriff in him clearly interested in the tiniest details. Thankfully, Sasha and the rest of the team were done for today.
"How long are you staying?" She changed the subject, she didn't know why she felt so shy all of a sudden.
"I promised Daryl to drive the other uhaul, so only for two days," He stopped in front of her desk and looked at her, "But it's better than nothing."
Michonne nodded in response, feeling those butterflies inside her take over. He couldn't keep his hands off of her and pulled her to him.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
She swallowed hard, "I'm just surprised you came here."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," he pushed her hair from her face, "Daryl needed free labor."
It made her laugh because they helped for an hour tops before fleeing the scene. Though Connie encouraged them to leave before Daryl lost his mind with Rick. She took him into her favorite cafe and he realized the coffee he drank really tasted like shit. Time just seemed to stop as they catched up on their lives.
"Yeah, well, you're kind of a bad employee, ditching the job soon as your girl arrived."
Rick wrapped his hands around her waist, "My girl?"
Slight panic crossed her face, but she regained her composure and nodded, "I hate titles and all because we're grown, but I think I have rightfully claimed that one."
"Yeah, you have." His hands groped her backside shamelessly.
She couldn't keep her breathing steady as his hands explored her body, the touches turning more rough and slow.
"I missed you." Rick whispered, his voice coming out strangled and out of breath.
"Yeah me too." The matched intensity in her eyes didn't make him flinch, quite the opposite. The waves of desire seemed to wash over both of them, but this time before they could act on it her phone started ringing.
She looked at the screen and sighed when she answered, "Jenny, I'm sorry I didn't realize it's this late. I'm on my way. Is Andre sleeping?"
He watched her finish her phone call. Michonne looked at him apologetically, "My sitter. I have to go."
Rick grabbed her by the shoulders and smiled, "You mind if I come?"
She hesitated, "Where are you even staying?"
"Don't worry, I'm not trying to have a sleepover. I know it's not up for discussion because of Andre," He didn't want her to feel awkward about it, "Connie said she has room for me. I'll just walk back there. I don't mind."
"I could just drop you off-"
Rick kissed her suddenly, cutting her off. He didn't understand where the courage came from when he was with her. He had never in his life experienced this sort of confidence with himself. She made him feel like he could do anything. He pulled away, both their breathing ragged.
"I'd walk hours if it meant I got more time with you."
Michonne bit her swollen lips and nodded.
He was too good to be true.
He would glance at her and smile. As if he knew. As if he could read her mind. She was nervous, but his relaxed attitude reminded her to follow Connies advice. Just let go and let life happen.
"Do I look pathetic now if I say I'm probably going to get a cab and skip the walk." He joked as he looked outside from her car.
"Ouch, so you wouldn't walk hours for me?" Michonne joked back from behind the wheel.
"I might have underestimated the distance."
They stopped at a red light and he took her hand, squeezing it softly, "Do I make you nervous?"
"No Rick," She said straight away, "I mean, not the bad kind. The good kind."
"What does that feel like then?" He asked, curious and a little flattered at the same time.
"Are you going to make me spell it out to you?" Michonne laughed as she turned her gaze momentarily at him before looking back towards the road, she was silent for a moment before telling him softly, "It's... like standing on the edge of a tall building in complete darkness. You can't see what's waiting for you if you jump, but something in your gut tells you it's got to be good. It's got to be filled with softness. Like those foam pits you would jump into as a kid. So yeah, you know it's going to be good, but before you jump your skin is all hot, your mind is racing, your adrenaline is pumping and it makes you feel alive."
He was staring at her in thought when she quickly glanced towards him, there was a tiny shift in his eyes. For the first time it felt like he really saw her whole.
They drove in peaceful silence, his hand just tracing circles on her arm with his fingertips. When they finally pulled into her driveway, he looked around, visibly shocked, "This is yours?"
She chuckled, "This can't be mine?"
He hopped out of the car and wondered again why this woman bothered with him. She had a secluded home by the end of the road. It was a modern white house with huge windows that made it partly appear like a glass cube.
"What?" Michonne laughed at his dumbfounded face.
"Are you a millionaire?" He laughed nervously, "I mean, I've never seen anything like this."
"This is called modern architecture Rick Grimes," She teased him, "And no, I'm not. If I was I wouldn't work ."
The door opened and a tiny redhead with glasses walked out, "Sorry, I heard talking. I really need to go."
"I'm sorry Jenny," Michonne reached for her purse and pulled out money, handing it to her, "There is a little extra for the trouble. Tell your mom it's on me."
She nodded with a smile, "It's fine you know I like spending time with Andre, but I have a test tomorrow and I need to be up early. Just call me when you need me again."
The girl glanced at Rick quickly and then waved as she walked off.
"She is definitely going to tell her mom and that means by tomorrow everyone in close proximity will be nosy," Michonne was mostly amused, "It's not a small town thing after all."
Rick chuckled as he reached for his phone, "I better call a cab."
Without much thought behind it she took his hand and handed him her car keys, "Just pick me up tomorrow. I'll text you when."
"Are you serious? That's like your second child. You're gonna trust me with your car?"
She looked at him and then at the keys, "It's just a car. Don't worry about it."
Michonne smiled wide, it felt good to share with him. She had been so worried over the future, but just this one evening proved her fears were not rational. She was the one to close the distance between them this time. She kissed him softly, first the corner of his mouth before moving onto his upper lip and he responded with hunger. His hands explored her body and she could only give in. He could feel her react to his touch and it made it worse.
He whispered against her ear, "I have to go."
She felt like she was on fire, skin on goosebumps and her whole body tense. She nodded against him and backed away, him still holding onto her. Rick rested a hand on her cheek and kissed her once more before reluctantly letting go of her.
"Goodnight." She whispered, still a little out of breath.
"Goodnight." He said back, gathering his thoughts, and standing still like he was glued to the ground.
Michonne twisted the key to her lock and walked inside. Her mind was mush. She closed the door quietly and leaned against it for a few seconds to catch her breath. Her thoughts suddenly cleared and she made a very big decision.
She smiled to herself and quickly turned around to open the door. Rick still stood there, he eyed her uncertainly. He didn't want her to do anything that she would regret.
"Every minute counts right?" Michonne said finally, she reached for him and Rick took her hand with a smile.
As she allowed him inside her home she knew she was also allowing him into her heart.
This was a long chapter, hopefully not a bore. Gosh I love writing these two now that we get to go deeper.