In which Judith and Carl are their children.

The silence between the couple was deafening. They had argued before, but this, this was different and Rick knew that he was the reason as to why she had demanded he move into the guest room once they got back to Atlanta. He could hear her soft sniffling and he knew that she was trying to hold it together. He sighed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

It all started when that son of a bitch, Spencer started handing him drinks like the world was ending. Rick didn't have a problem with alcohol, but he knew that whenever he took it too far, there would be hell to pay the next day. Usually it was in the form of a hangover.

He sighed again.

"What? What is it, Rick?" She snapped. He furrowed his brow, but stayed quiet. "You have my attention, what do you want?"

He clenched his jaw, trying to refrain from getting mad. He knew he was in the wrong and knew nothing he could say could fix their current issue so he stayed quiet. She stared at him for another moment before turning her gaze back to the passenger side window.

They continue to drive for another half hour before he spoke. "I'm sorry." He said

"Fuck you." She replied.

"I deserve that." He nodded.

"Stop talking... Stop the car!" She demanded. "Stop the car!" She yelled. He pulled to a safe area on the dark road.

She quickly unbuckled her seat-belt, opened the truck door and slammed it shut behind her. He sighed for the millionth time today, unbuckled his seat-belt and jogged after her. "What are you doing?" He yelled. "Michonne! Come back here!"

"Fuck you!" She yelled even louder while she walked away from him. "Fuck you and that stupid white bitch. You fucking bastard!" She stopped to pick up a couple of rocks to throw at him.

He cowered at her attack, trying to protect himself from the rocks. "She didn't mean anything by it." He yelled back. "Once she found out that I wasn't single, she backed off, ow!" He said as she hit him in the head with a rock.

She started walking towards him again, but stopped halfway. "Because I told her that you were married not you! You just laughed!" She paused to pick up more rocks. "She asked if you wanted to fuck and you laughed like it was the joke of the year." She threw another one at his head, but missed. It hit the passenger side window instead. "I hate you, Rick Grimes, I really do." She turned back around and slumped to the ground, defeated.

Rick tried to hold back the lump in his throat. He knew exactly where this was going and felt like he couldn't do anything about it. After a few minutes, she stood up, but still refused to face him. He knew that she was thinking about what to do next, he only hoped that whatever it was, it meant that they could work out whatever was happening right now.

"I love you, Michonne. I love the life we live, our home, our stupid dog." He knew she smirked a little bit at his comment, but also knew that it was short lived. "I can't live without you. I've been through this before and I don't think I'll be able to come back from this, this time." She stiffened. "I should have never drank that much, I should have never approached Jadis and I should have said something when she propositioned me. I should have-" He stopped abruptly when she turned around.

"You let that woman disrespect me, Rick. I am the mother of your children! Who is she anyway? A shareholder in your company?" He shook his head. "Then how come you didn't stop her?"

"I was drunk."

She scoffed. "Unbelievable."

"I'm not the best husband, I've been told that many times before," She looked away, tears threatening to fall; their first night together he had let her know how his marriage fell apart and she held him when he cried, "But believe me when I tell you that I can't live without you by my side. I'm trying to apologize and I'm trying to fix it, but I don't know how because how do you fix this? How do you stop the past from happening again? I know it was wrong - it was evident - and I know I should have said something, but I didn't. I try to do the best I can - I'm present, I'm attentive, I work closer to home, I keep myself in shape, I call Carl everyday and tell you both that I love and appreciate you... But I'm somehow still fucking up."

She walked passed him and re-entered the car. He sighed followed suit. She stared out the window when she shut the door; they stayed there for a while and only drove away when she stopped crying.

"Let's go home." He whispered and she nodded. "I'm sorry." She nodded again. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She replied. "But I'm still upset with you." He rubbed her thigh with his right hand.

He quickly started the engine in case she changed her mind, but was pleasantly surprised when she shifted closer to him instead.

They sat in a comfortable silence then he shifted in his seat. Michonne had noticed the movement and looked at him quizzingly.

"Children?" He asked.

"What?" She squinted her eyes at him, confused as to what he was asking.

"Back there you said children. We only have Carl... Unless?"

"I'm pregnant." She said matter-of-factly.

He nodded and turned his face back to the wheel. He wanted to smile, but knew that this would not be the right time. "When did you find out?"

"Two months ago."

"When were you going to tell me?" He sounded desperate, she smirked.

"Tonight."

"Oh." He said before taking a few deep breaths to stop himself from getting emotional. "I see."

"Yup." He stayed silent and nodded his head. "Don't fuck with me again, Rick." She threatened. "Rick?"

"Yeah?" He cleared his throat, and turned to face her for the first time in a couple minutes.

"You missed the exit, take the next one." She said after a beat.

"Yeah." He agreed.

She watched as he struggled with his emotions; he was sad, but he was happy at the time. She smiled a bit and ran her fingers through his hair.

...

Michonne slipped out of her dress and unhooked her bra. Her breasts were already tender to the touch. She slipped on one of Rick's old t-shirts and put on a trusty pair of underwear.

"Are you okay?" She asked him once she had pulled back the covers and made herself comfortable. He was sitting on the chaise in the corner of the bedroom, deep in thought.

His gaze remained focused on something else.

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" He asks.

"No."

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I wanted to make sure."

He nodded. She watched as he had an internal battle with himself. Deciding that she no longer wanted to fight, she pushed the covers off her body and walked towards him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her hips and kissed her stomach.

"I don't like fighting with you." He said.

She raised an eyebrow. "Because you know you're in the wrong?"

He chuckled. "That and because it reminds me of a time where arguing was the only form of communication I had with someone I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with." He lifts her shirt even higher. "I don't want that to happen to us."

"I can't promise that we won't argue; all couples do."

"I know."

"And sometimes you will be sleeping in the guest room. No amount of pouting will change that."

He smiled and kissed her flat stomach. "I know that too." He ran his hands up and down the sides of her waist. "You're so beautiful." She leaned forward so that her body was hovering his. "Your boobs look great, I forgot to mention that." She snorted and then gasped when he put a nipple in his mouth.

"Rick!"

"Am I hurting you?" He asked, breathless.

"No." She whispered.

"Good." He leaned back into his seat and brought her with him. He massaged her breasts with his hands as she placed gentle kisses of his face. He paused his ministrations. "I absolutely adore you." He said.

"You can stay for tonight, I guess." She giggled before he was carried onto the bed where Rick would show her exactly how much he loved her.

"Did I tell you that I love you?" He asked once he back was resting on the bed.

"Only about five times in the last two hours."

"Well I do and I'm sorry again."

"I know... But next time-"

"I know, I know." He cut her off.

"And I'll stab a bitch too." He stared at her in disbelief. "Right through their fucking skull." He wanted to laugh, but he also didn't want to be the first of her victims. "Understood?"

"Yes, dear." He smiled.