Michonne pushed their bedroom door open and nearly slammed it in Rick's face. "You've absolutely humiliated me tonight." She said as she walked further into their teal-coloured bedroom, a place where they had vowed to never argue.

"What are you talkin' about?" He replied as he walked over to the left side of the bed, his side of the bed.

She stared at him, un-moving for a beat before saying, "The comment you made earlier on tonight, about Mike Brown being a thief... You realise that, that could be me on the sidelines watching my child - our child - die right?" He said nothing. "You understand that what is going on to Black people in America can be compared to a genocide right? It might not be happening as quickly as some would like," She stressed, "But it's happening." She tiredly finished, holding onto her stomach for comfort. His eyes followed her hands, finally understanding the weight of his words.

"After everything I've told you, after everything I've experienced, you still decided that it was okay defend the cop, to say that he shouldn't have resisted. How do you resist when you have multiple officers holding you down and another pointing a gun at you? How do you resist when you're actually complying to what their asking? How Rick?" She didn't give him time to answer. Instead, she sat down on the light grey chaise in the corner of the room. Cold realisation hit her. "Oh my God, this is how you talk when I'm not around."

"No, it's not, I swear." He finally said.

"You swear!" She yelled. She titled her head at him and stood up. He moved to go and help her, but she glared at him. "Racism is always an accident, isn't it? It's always 'I didn't mean to say that, it just slipped.' No you meant to say what you said, Rick because you're a racist." It was his turn to glare at her. "You don't care that a mother lost her son last night because of his race, that Black children have to grow up in a world that thinks they're subhuman-"

"Stop." He said, clenching his jaw.

"Or what? What are you gonna do, Rick? You've already humiliated me and made me look like a fool. What else can you do?" She paused. "Oh wait, you've impregnated me." They were silent for a moment. "How are you gonna talk about race with your Black child when you've just proven that you don't care?" She asked him as tears threatened to fall.

"Is that who you think I am, a racist?" He set his watch down on the nightstand. "I've listened to everything you've ever told me about race and Blackness and I've even developed my own biases because of it and now, because I've said one thing which I acknowledge was wrong, you think that I'm a bigot? You've said worst things about white people than I could ever say about Black people, Chonne."

She laughed, but there was no humour in her tone. "Black people can't be racist towards white people, Rick, it doesn't work like that. You guys set the rules when you decided to civilize us; we don't believe we're the superior race." She wiped away a tear. He sighed, no longer able to defend himself.

"I need you to go." She said, wiping more tears. His head snapped up to look at her. "I'm really tired." He nodded as she sat on the other side of the bed. He walked out of the room and quietly shut it. He stood there for a few minutes before the sound of his wife's tears became too much.

For the next two weeks, Michonne went about her day alone and in a constant state of grief while Rick went about his. She didn't know where he went and hadn't contacted him since their last argument and truthfully, she didn't know if she was ready to do so. She sighed as she stirred her tea, the only thing that would help her put her mind at ease before bed. She missed him, but there were bigger things at stake here, including their unborn child. She rubbed her small belly and smiled. Rick had been so happy when he found out and immediately started picking up everything baby related. She remembered laughing when Daryl had said that Rick was in nesting phase. She teared up at the memory, wondering where he was right now and if he was okay.

Just as she was about to wipe her tears, her phone rang. "Hello?" She had picked up without looking at the caller ID.

"Hi, dear." Elaine Grimes said.

"Hi." Michonne replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

The older woman sighed before beginning her speech. "Now I know I'm probably the last person you wanna talk to, but that husband of yours has been drivin' me crazy." Michonne laughed. "Do you mind if I send him home tonight? I love him to bits, but I can't stand him right now. Even his daddy is tired of his presence and he's already senile." They laughed together before Michonne sighed.

"I don't know." She honestly replied.

"He loves you very much and he's been miserable here since you kicked him out. I know it's not my place to say this, but shouldn't you give him a chance to explain himself? You gave me one and gave his daddy god knows how many, but we're better people now because of you." Michonne wiped away a tear. "You deserve all the happiness in the world and so does Rick."

"Yeah."

"We're gonna drop him off tonight and leave you two to talk things through, okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay, see you later, dear."

"Okay, bye." She hung up and sighed into her hands. She was still angry with him, but his mother had made a point despite the fact that she hated giving people more chances than they deserved. She put her cup in the sink and walked upstairs where she decided that she would wait for him. As much as she was disappointed in him, she was glad he was finally coming home.

After a few hours of waiting, she decided to go back downstairs and see if Elaine had left her any messages. She was getting extremely anxious. Michonne sat on one of the chairs nestled beneath the marble island and unlocked her phone. She was desperate to know if he was coming home tonight, but her hope was quickly shattered when she read the message. Rick had gone out and she didn't know when he would be coming home.

"So much for missing me." She pouted as she set down her phone and made her way back up to their bedroom. She missed him more than she had thought she would, but she guessed that she had underestimated how quickly he could get over her. She walked into the on-suite bathroom and prepped herself for bed. First, she cleaned her face with an unscented baby soap and then she moisturized her skin with a night cream. She was damned if she was going to age prematurely. She wiped her face and then picked up her toothbrush.

When she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was changing to bring life into the world. She was happy, but terrified at the same time. However, she didn't know if she was terrified because she would be doing it alone or because she was afraid of being a mad mother. She gently applied Shea butter on stomach and her thighs and entered the bedroom.

It was dimly lit and quiet, just as she had left it. She sighed and pulled back the covers. She attempted to sleep, but was kept awake with thoughts of Rick. She wanted him back home and in her arms. She wanted to work things through with him because she loved him with every fibre of her being. Michonne pushed the covers away from her body and started for the door when she heard the front door click.

Panic setting in, she froze. She heard footsteps making their way through the foyer, but as they progressed, they became muffled. They were getting closer. Michonne started breathing in and out, not understanding why she couldn't move to hide or to defend herself. "If die tonight she thought as the unknown body stood right in front of the door. She took one last deep breath and calmed herself just as they turned the knob.

Michonne's eyes immediately welled up upon seeing her husband's shaggy brown hair. It was a bit longer than she had remembered, but his nonetheless.

"Hey." He said, scratching the back of his head.

"Hi." She replied, relieved.

"My mom said I needed to come home." He chuckled. "Said I was drivin' her crazy with my moping." His face flushed in embarrassment. Michonne smiled at the comment she heard earlier on in the evening.

"I uh... Spent a lot of time thinkin' of what I said and realized that you were right - not that you're never not right - but that what I said was inappropriate and insensitive to you and to every person of colour... In the world basically." She didn't say anything so he took it as a sign to continue. "When we got together, I lived with this mindset that I was fine and that everyone else was just crazy. I didn't even think of our child-" He stopped, not wanting to think of his unborn child being murdered. "There's no excuse for that." He paused again. "I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that I'm sorry." He wiped his eyes.

Michonne continued to stare at him until her vision blurred with tears and he all but ran to envelop her in his arms. He inhaled her scent and wrapped his arms around her waist protectively, having missed seeing her everyday and touching her as well. "I can't live without you." He started. "I love you." He finished while Michonne wept into his collar. "I'm sorry."

They stood there for what seemed like hours with Rick holding onto her tightly and rocking her. He couldn't let go, even when Michonne gently nudged him towards their bed. She sat down on her side of the bed and watched as he removed his clothes until he was clad in nothing but his boxers. She smiled a small smile as he pulled back the covers.

He immediately wrapped his body around hers, not wanting to be away from it and their unborn child. "I love you." He said again, repeating every so often like a mantra.

"Get some rest, Rick." She whispered after the sixth 'I love you'. "It's late."

"Will you stay?" He looked into her eyes, scared.

She shifted her body to face him. "Yes."

"Forever?" She asked. When she didn't reply he sniffed and buried his head in her shoulder. "We'll talk about this tomorrow." He nodded. "I'll stay with you tonight."

"Okay."