A/N: Hey everybody it's been a while! I had to sit with the pace of polyamory and approach it with care and respect while moving the story along because, if you read the Prologue, this ain't even the meat of what's to come. However, I hope this chapter makes up for my absence. Enjoy ;)

~ Kivonshe

MICHONNE

LAST NIGHT

Michonne lay atop Rick's chest, making small circles with her fingers as they both regained normal breathing. Rick stirred, kissing her forehead. "Chonne, that was, you were…wow." Both Rick and Michonne erupted in giggles at Rick's failure to express the mindblowing orgasm they both experienced. Michonne bit her lip, wondering how she would explain to her husband that there was a third person involved in tonight's love making. Michonne sat up and kissed Rick deeply and unhurriedly upon his lips.

"Baby," she bit her lip, "I have to tell you something." Rick could see the worry in her eyes so he sat fully and leaned against the headboard. He placed her hands in his, soothing whatever fears she had at the moment. Michonne felt comfort and strength from this small act. "Amethyst…she watched us."

Michonne watched as Rick clenched his jaw while trying to maintain measured breaths. He was failing. "What do you mean she watched us? Like Jadis? Like some creep—." Michonne placed a finger over his lips.

"Shh. No, not like Jadis. Not…exactly." Michonne's eyes dropped before she spoke, "I saw her through the door and…it's why I rode you reverse tonight." Silence. Michonne looked up to see Rick look as though the wind had been knocked from him. They had been experimental, exploring and testing each other's limits and finding very few. Rick and Michonne as lovers, partners, husband and wife found that even after all this time, they would do anything to make the other happy, in and out of the bedroom.

Rick suddenly cleared his throat. "Tell me…how did her seeing us make you feel?" Michonne stared at her husband, stunned by his curiosity. Michonne decided to take advantage of this moment of understanding. With her left hand, she reached between his thighs and began stroking his cock while her right hand played with the curls at the base of his neck. Rick moaned. "Chonne…"

"When I saw her," Michonne began, "I felt bold. I've noticed for some time that she looks at me the way you look at me." Michonne leaned in, kissing Rick softly, snaking her tongue inside his mouth, teasing, chasing. Rick groaned as she pulled away. "I wanted to watch her watch us. See how we made her feel… I felt turned on by her gaze. Powerful. It made me want to fuck you harder. Faster…" Michonne quickly took the head of Rick's cock into her mouth, slurping loudly while wetting him even further. She took both hands and began a twisting motion as her own breathing became erratic.

"I wanted her to see me, see my breasts bounce while you took me and fucked me until I came for you. I—." Rick moved so fast Michonne didn't have a chance to react. Suddenly, Michonne was face down on her stomach with one knee bent, held in place by Rick's thigh.

"Bring it to me" he whispered in her ear. As if they had a mind of their own, Michonne's hips tilted upward, keeping her breasts on the bed. Rick wrapped his right arm around her, his middle finger making small circles against her clit. Michonne released a loud moan, just as turned on by her recollection as her husband. Rick leaned over and bit her earlobe hard, followed by gentle licks, sucking her lobe into his lips. "What else?" he whispered.

Michonne could only moan in response due to overwhelming pleasure. "Aaahhhh!" Michonne gasped at the hard smack that landed on her ass followed by a soothing rub. Michonne felt as if all her nerve endings were firing at once. Retelling the story turned into a waking fantasy that she didn't want to leave. "Ungghhh!" Another smack landed, repeated soothing making Michonne's inside burn with desire.

"Tell me." Rick demanded. Michonne felt the length of his dick slide lazily against her wet pussy, lubricating himself while he continued his measured strokes against her clit. She couldn't remember a time he was harder but right now, he felt like a hot pipe pressed against her sensitive opening.

"I wanted her to take me." Michonne reluctantly admitted. Maybe it was the desire from the way Rick was stroking her to oblivion, but she would never lie to her husband. "I wanted her mouth on my breasts, sucking on my nipples while you took me from underneath. Oohh—."

Rick no longer held back and slammed into Michonne to the hilt, allowing her walls to contract on him viciously as Michonne released a long and loud orgasm. Her back tried to buck but Rick held her hips in place as she squirted against him. He groaned, unable to quell his desire to make her cum over and over again. Slowly he began to rock into her, sliding all the way out to the tip then pushing deep with each stroke, his balls slapping her clit at every connection.

"Rick!" Michonne cried out without a care to wake their guest or the babies. "Baby, I'm coming. Don't stop, please" she begged. Rick pounded ferociously, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the small of Michonne's back, rocking in and out like his life depended on it. Michonne suddenly bucked against him, knocking him backward momentarily before he released all he had inside of her, pushing them both forward on the bed.

They lie there, Rick atop Michonne, his cock still pulsing inside her while her pussy squeezed every drop. Their breaths were ragged, shaky, and shallow. Suddenly, Rick began to giggle. Then it turned into full blown laughter. Michonne joined.

"Well…that was one way to tell me" Rick said as he placed a kiss on the side of Michonne's lips.

"You're not…weirded out are you?" she asked, her prior nerves settling in. Michonne felt his dick jerk inside of her and it made her laugh.

"I think you have your answer." Rick rolled off her, turning her over so he could stare in her eyes. Michonne held her breath as he took a serious tone. "Listen, since the whole world ended, nothing has been traditional anymore. Tradition is who we are. What we make it. Now, I can't say that I ever thought about…this in this way. This is different. We're all here raising the kids, we're a family already. I was hesitant about her at first but, she fits."

Michonne stared at her husband with more love than she could have ever imagined. Playing in his curls, she leaned up to kiss him, relieved. "I don't know what any of this is. I don't know what I want it to be. But I know something has been happening and I don't want you in the dark." Michonne admitted.

"Chonne, I'll follow your lead. But before you go tellin her you want her mouth on your breasts," he teased, taking one of her nipples in between his fingers, "let's have a chat with her. It's about that time we revisit our livin dynamics anyway." Rick placed a confirming kiss on Michonne's lips, answering every question she had. "We do need to take her up on that karaoke, though. I heard her singin to Ruby. It wasn't half bad."

Michonne laughed "oh and what are you gonna sing, Rick Grimes?"

"Hey, I got some chops, don't you worry." Rick began to hum a song out of tune, causing Michonne to laugh, releasing all tension from her mind.

"Okay well you work on that. In the meantime, we will talk to Amethyst after the kids head off to school." Michonne kissed Rick one last time before crawling back to her side of the bed. Rick got up to get a warm towel to clean them and to lay a blanket over the wet spot on the bed. "That's your fault by the way." She giggled sluggishly, immediately overtaken by the nights activities.

Rick placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder and spooned against her. "Goodnight, Mama."

Those were the last words she heard before drifting into a blissful slumber.

NOW

Michonne awakened to Rick singing in the shower, apparently beginning his practice for future karaoke nights. She laughed as she began to get ready for the day. Her morning felt brighter than normal, her and Rick more in sync than ever. Michonne didn't understand why she underestimated how caring and gracious her husband was. He'd proven time and time again that he would do anything to make her happy.

But confronting Amethyst…would that make her happy? What does she want to gain from it. Having never been with a woman, Michonne didn't quite figure out the best plan of attack. She couldn't not have her shit together before having possibly the most uncomfortable conversation she'd ever had in her life.

Lost in her thoughts, Michonne didn't hear Rick come up behind her until she felt his damp arms around her. "Chonne, stop worrying. We're all adults here. We can just…ease into it." He said, swaying them gently.

Michonne closed her eyes and relaxed her head against his shoulders, drawing strength from him. Postpartum really had her emotions scattered. She didn't know if she experienced this with Rj due to the looming threats but Mj had her second guessing herself more than normal. "I know" she sighed. "I just feel unlike me since Mj. What if this some postpartum crisis?"

Rick kissed her temple, still rocking her gently. "Whatever it is, I got you. What's it you tell the kids all the time about consent? As long as everyone is a consentin adult, we will be fine. Besides, it's just a conversation. We won't do anythin that would impact the kids without knowin what it is we're doin. So, how about this. I'll stay here, get dressed and get the room made up while you go to her first. That way, it doesn't seem like we're gangin up on her or overwhelmin her. That sound like a plan?"

Michonne pondered Rick's proposal then acquiesced. "You're right, thank you."

"You don't ever have to thank me." Rick pressed is forehead against Michonne's and they stayed that way with their eyes closed until Mj broke their moment.

"I'm gonna bring you your daughter before she wakes up Ruby."

"Thank you, Mama." Rick playfully slapped her on the behind before she headed out the room to retrieve her namesake.

When Michonne entered the room to retrieve Mj she saw Ruby wide awake. "Well hi there princesses. Come here Mj, let's take you to papa. I'll be back for you, Rubear." Michonne placed a kiss on Ruby's forehead before grabbing Mj. When she returned, she found Ruby talking and laughing. "Someone had a great night! Tell me about your dreams, sweetie…Really? That's crazy. Then what?" Michonne loved talking to her kids about their dreams, ever since Judith was a baby. It was her way of opening the doors of trust and communication before they were old enough to keep secrets.

"Well, Mama Michonne had dreams about all of you too! We were all swimming at the lake and having so much fun. You like that?" Michonne continued to talk to a happy spit bubbling Ruby as she walked her down the hall to Amethyst's room.

As she entered the room, Amethyst was hurrying toward the threshold. Michonne took note of her pajamas; a large white tee with her nipples poking through. Long legs stretched from underneath the fabric, kissing her curves gently.

Has she always looked like this, Michonne thought.

Michonne was shaken from her thoughts as Amethyst reached over to take Ruby, talking to her sweetly as Ruby cooed back with her garbled responses.

"I hope she didn't wake you." Amethyst stated, causing Michonne to look into those piercing cognac eyes, feeling the gnawing pull she felt the first time she'd seen them.

Michonne smiled, "she is such a good baby, sleeps through the night…can't say the same about her mom though."

Amethyst's head snapped up, her eyes piercing Michonne's. They stared at one another, not speaking. Michonne held her breath.

There it was.

The elephant in the room.

Michonne couldn't tell what Amethyst would say as her stone face mirrored the one she possessed. If Amethyst pretended last night didn't occur, she would follow her lead. Besides, the dynamic would not only affect them, but also the children. How would they tell Judith? Rj? Ruby and Mj would never know the difference.

"You…I…" Amethyst began, forcing Michonne's mind to the present. All the "what if's" getting answered right here, right now.

"I like you…" said Amethyst, rocking Michonne in the stomach while simultaneously lifting a giant weight from her chest.

"Well then," Michonne began, "get dressed and meet us in the den."