Sorry about the delay, dealt with a break up... You know the drill. This is the last chapter, I hope you've enjoyed the journey!

Not a lot of smut in this chapter, I wanted them to have a sweet reunion, with a little bit of heavy petting.

He sighed and sat down beside her. "Where do I start?"

"The beginnin'." She looked at him.

"Hey, no tears, I said I'd come back and I did."

"You almost died, Rick."

"Can't be worse than the war."

"In Ohio..." She mumbled.

He was silent. "...So you found the medal?" She nodded. "Means nothing, told you I volunteered to get away from my Ma."

"Would you go back?"

He shook his head, "Couldn't if I wanted to. I'm a traitor, accordin' to them."

She held his hand in hers and kissed his knuckles. "The posse stopped lookin' for you. Said you was found three months ago."

"Daryl was shot, the rest of them decided it wasn't worth it anymore."

"Were you hurt?"

"Got lucky." She nodded.

"We have enough money..."

"Got a lot more... Enough to last three lifetimes." Michonne's eyes narrowed. "Came back a few months ago and buried some. Saw you too."

"But—"

"Wasn't safe yet."

"You knew."

"Yes." He looked at her. "Didn't believe it at first, but then I saw you smile and I knew I was done with that life."

There was a pregnant pause before Michonne added, "Well, you home now." She held his grimy face in her hand.

Home. Rick nodded and closed his eyes.

Michonne kissed the side of his lips and Rick captured hers greedily. He said nothing but laid her down on the bed. "Be gentle with me." She whispered as she grabbed his cock and guided it to her slit. She leaned back and let Rick familiarise himself with her body. She had not yet moved her hips when she felt him pulsing inside her.

Rick's body began to shake. "What's wrong? Rick?" She asked worriedly. She heard him chuckle. "Rick?"

"Been too long." He shook his head in disbelief. "Give me a minute. I made a mess of you." She ruffled his hair and he wiped the remains of his liquid with the towel he had come in with.

"I like you in trousers." He said, rubbing her thighs. "I like you even better naked." He lifted her top, revealing her bare breasts. Rick's eyes widened. Her breasts were fuller than he remembered. He cupped both breasts, they spilled out of his hands. "Sweet Jesus."

"Gentle." She warned.

True to his nature, he took one breast to his mouth. In a few months' time he would be able to suckle her breasts like a baby. Her hands cupped his head as she ran her fingers through his hair. She held him close to her chest so he could taste the fruits of what he had done to her the last time they were like this.

Rick's hand went to his hardening member. He pumped his cock up and down, never breaking eye contact with his goddess. He gently nipped and tugged at her breasts, mimicking his hand movements. He came quickly, closing his eyes as he did so.

"Been thought you needed that."

"Needed you more."

"Would have been back sooner if we hadn't been followed for almost a week. Had to head west for a few days before heading back this way for good."

She gave him a playful grin as he wiped his hands clean. "Had me worried about you gettin' caught."

"I hope I didn't cause you too many sleepless nights."

"You did. I didn't like the thought of you out there with the law hunting you down like a dog." Anna commented, fearing that this might be the last time she would be with him, but also feeling that he was still stiff inside her.

"Can I get somethin' to eat before we talk about this?" He helped her dress. As much as he'd rather have her naked, he owed her an explanation. "Then I'll tell you everything, I promise." He picked her up playfully and Michonne squealed.

"Put me down!"

"Never." He said as he led her into the kitchen. Before she could answer, his lips were on hers. She loved how his tongue mingled with hers and his body pinned her to him, making her love him as a woman ought. Even though his manhood was not inside her, she could not help but feel her sex constrict with pleasure from just the kiss.

She felt his hand move down her stomach until it hovered over her mound. Rough fingers parted her swollen inner lips and grazed the aching tip of her clit, causing a shudder. Then two large fingers plunged into her pussy. He lazily rubbed his hardness generously between her swollen lips.

He pumped his fingers mercilessly in and out of her little cunt, his skin slapping against hers. His face met hers, the tips of their noses touching briefly before his lips pressed against hers, consuming her with a wet kiss. Then he slowed, rotating his fingers to tease her helpless body. She tried to catch her breath as his fingers pumped inside her wet, tight pussy.

"So good..." Rick moaned, closing his eyes momentarily. He placed each hand firmly on her hips, driving further into her pink opening.

Michonne felt the euphoria take root in her sex, digging into her skin like his calloused fingers. She felt so close to orgasm, the sensation becoming an increasingly overwhelming fireball, but just as she was about to cum, he pulled out. Michonne almost lost her mind.

"Rick!" She moaned.

"I need you." She whispered, her lips hovering above his. "Please?"

"I'm right here. I ain't goin' nowhere."

. . .

Three months later

Michonne put her dress on, careful to not disturb her sleeping baby. Rick watched as she slowly made her way to the bathroom, her body still recovering from birth.

"He looks like you." She whispered. She knew he was watching her.

Lee walked over to the crib as she finished putting on her dress. "He's beautiful."

As he reached into the crib to touch his son she walked over to the stove to cook for him. She then looked over at him. "People gonna start talkin' when they see me in these dresses."

He then walked over to her. "Are they?" He didn't care. Michonne rolled her eyes. "There's a place in the Wyoming Territory that I have been thinking about. Raise horses and start without anyone looking for us."

She narrowed her eyes, she'd been through this before. She remembered George saying he was going to work for the railroad and find a place to live out west. Then it was to find a nice place to raise horses. Then it was just a place where they could be left alone. She knew Rick wouldn't lead her astray, but the fear of history repeating itself was like a stone hitting her head. She held her tongue.

"I know you're nervous." He started. "This ain't some dream, I already bought it, just need a woman to call it home."

Michonne turned to look at him. "You bought it?"

"Yup." He sighed contently, "Got your lil girl a man too."

"Rosie?" She guffawed, covering her mouth as to not wake their baby up.

"Yup!" He grinned.

"Rick that's too much!"

"She didn't seem to mind at all." He said while she rolled her eyes. Michonne had gotten accustomed to living alone on the outskirts of town, she didn't know how she was going to fare in another state with a white man and a biracial baby in tow.

"'Sides, who you got in this place 'cept us?" She rolled her eyes again. "Think of it as a new adventure!"

"Haven't you gotten enough of that? I thought you said no more adventures!" She said, eyes wide.

"Honey, we're just getting started." He winked at her.