"Michonne we gotta go." He said, exasperated. He knew he shouldn't have brought her here.

"I can't." She responded.

"We've been here for hours, they're about to close up."

"Rick I can't, not without him." She replied. They had been at the animal shelter for over three hours now. Michonne had insisted they visit the dogs there because they had nothing else to do for the day. He had agreed because he loved dogs, but now he was regretting it because his girlfriend would not let go of the French bulldog pup she had met earlier on in the day.

"Michonne!" He said in his cop voice, hoping it would knock her out of whatever trance she was in. He was wrong. She looked at him with tears in her eyes and he knew that he was done for.

"I can't." She began to tear up. The Frenchie started licking her face, unaware that she was crying because of it. "I can't just leave him here, I can't!" He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You're gonna have to put it back in its cage, we can't take it with us."

"Why not?" She asked him. "We have space. We don't have hectic schedules, we both work days, we-"

"Babe-"

"We can take care of him, Rick." She nearly wailed. "We can." He sighed, he knew that he was losing this battle.

"How do you know it's a he and not a she?"

"Because I picked him up and saw." She said showing her boyfriend the dog's privates. Rick turned away, slightly disturbed by what she had just done. He sighed again and she knew he had conceded.

"Well hurry up!" She kissed him and practically ran to the front desk. How he had managed to find a woman who got everything she wanted from him was a mystery... However, it was one he had no desire to solve.

He followed her to the receptionist's desk and watched as she quickly filled out the paperwork. The young woman gave her a small body leash as a gift and Michonne hugged her before tying it up around the body of their new and permanent house guest. She laughed as he attempted to run out of the door and Rick couldn't help but smile at the sight. Maybe this won't be so bad, he thought.

When they got into his truck, the dog was seated on her lap. He had made himself comfortable and slept all the way back to King's County.

"Wait till Carl sees him, he'll be so excited." She said as she petted her new friend softly. "Then I'll be the coolest person he knows."She mumbled to herself. Rick tried to stop himself from laughing, but his grin gave it away.

"You should also probably tell him how much you cried for him." He chuckled.

"Yeah, right!" She screamed, startling her new furry companion out of his sleep.

"What was that all about back there anyway?" He asked, referring to her near tantrum.

"I don't know. I couldn't control myself." She admitted honestly. "I saw him and knew he was the one for me and I didn't want to let him go."

He continued to stare at the open road in front of them before saying, "Is that the same reaction you felt before you told me you loved me the first time?"

She shifted her body so that she was facing him. "My aren't you cocky?" He laughed loudly. "I don't remember crying, but I do remember other things." She caressed his thigh. "Things that a lady shouldn't talk about in public."

"So you're a lady now?" He laughs.

"Why I never!" She clutched her invisible pearls and gasped. The corners of his eyes crinkled.

The rest of the drive was spent in a comfortable silence with the occasional whimper from their new resident. He was no longer sleeping but wide awake and happy to be out of his cage. When they arrived home, Michonne went straight to the living room to set up her new child's bed before gently placing him in it. She then walked to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. She took a sip and closed her eyes.

"What are you thinkin' about?" Rick asked when he joined her a few moments later.

"How you basically let me get away with murder." He rolled his eyes and she took another sip. "I've decided to name him Simon."

"Really? Why?" He crinkled his nose.

"Because it's cute and he's cute." She emphasized, looking him in the eye. There was a pregnant pause before she asked, "Are you okay with this? With him?"

"Yeah, I'll get used to him soon enough." He sighed.

"We're his parents now." She said with glee.

"Does this mean we have two kids now?" She smirked. "Because there's only so much poo I can handle, and I've seen quite enough to last me a lifetime."

She approached him and kissed him. It started off with a peck but then he wrapped his arms around her waist. She pulled back for air and quickly put her glass in the sink.

"Thank you." She whispered between his lips. He used the opportunity to snake his tongue into her mouth where it was greedily welcomed. He moaned and rocked his hips into her lower stomach.

"You're welcome, baby. How else are you gonna thank me?"

"Anyway you want, daddy." She replied in her bedroom voice.

Rick picked up her wine glass and took a sip from it. "Get on your knees." He said, glass still in hand.

Michonne slowly sunk down Rick's body. He watched as she made herself comfortable, eye level with his crotch. She waited patiently for his next command. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and let them fall to the ground at their own speed.

"Am I gonna have to ask you?" He asked, his voice hardened by desire.

She shook her head and he smirked. She kissed him through his boxers, leaving a clear and evident wet mark. She heard him inhale deeply when she pulled the restricting material down. As she was about to take him in her mouth, he stopped her.

"Are you gonna to be a good girl from here on out?"

"What?" She asked.

"Are you gonna listen to me when I say no?"

She blushed, embarrassed for being caught off guard. "Yes."

"Yes what?" He asked her, lifting her chin.

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl."

He grabbed the back of her head and forced her to open her mouth. He breathed a deep sigh when he felt her mouth on his cock. It wasn't like she did this once in a while, it was just that she seemed to put in extra effort when he let her do as she pleased - which was more often than he would like to admit. Michonne kept her doe eyes locked to Rick's and her hands on his thighs. She bobbed her head forwards and backwards, wanting to get every inch of his dick in her mouth. She lifted his dick up with her left hand and started sucking and kissing his balls. She knew his weak spot, but he wasn't going to let her finish the job the way she wanted. After a few minutes of teasing, he grabbed a handful of her hair and slowly started pumping in and out of her mouth. He wanted to make her understand who was in charge. She moaned when he started moving faster and the sound made his dizzy. He was close. He pulled out and rubbed his dick over her lips with his free hand.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow?" She nodded and he lightly tapped her face.

"Yes, daddy." She replied. He brought his cock back to her mouth and started pumping excruciatingly slowly. Michonne took the hint and relaxed her jaw. He came in her mouth immediately and not because he wanted to. Michonne coughed, caught by surprise.

"What's wrong?" She asked, her nose runny.

"Your damn dog licked my foot and scared the shit out of me." Michonne tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't. She laughed out loud in spite of the punishment she knew awaited her.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise." She said, laughing in his face.

"Yeah, yeah." He responded, pushing her hand away and zipping up his pants.

ONE WEEK LATER

"Am I goin' crazy or are there two dogs sleeping in the living room?" Rick asked as he entered their bedroom. Michonne had just come out of the on-suite bathroom and pretended to not hear him. "Chonne, did we not talk about this?"

"You said pets, this is his girlfriend. Her name is Frida." He looked at her incredulously. "Like Frida Kahlo."

"I don't care what her name is, she's goin' back wherever she came from. We can't have anymore animals."

"She's the last one, I promise. He was alone and they don't do well alone so I thought how about another?" She walked to the dresser drawers and let her towel fall down her body. She searched through her pyjamas drawer in her nakedness, a trap Rick had fallen into.

"You should have never gotten the first." He said, trying to sound angry.

"So they could both be euthanized because they're homeless? No, thank you, Rick. They both stay."

"Says who?"

"Me!" She was starting to sound like a brat.

"This is my house, I pay the bills, and-"

"Blah blah blah! You pay the bills because you didn't want to move to the city or did you forget that part?" He stared at her knowing he lost lost his second argument of the week. "Besides, you love Simon." She said as she put on one of his t-shirts.

"I don't love him." He huffed.

"Yes, you do. I see you with him. You put food in his bowl every morning and watch him eat it all."

"Because he's so skinny, I don't want him to starve." She raised an eyebrow at him. "That's besides the point, 'Chonne. I said no more pets and you went and got another dog anyway."

Michonne put on a comfortable pair of underwear and made her way to her man.

"No, Michonne." She ignored his protests and sat on top of him anyway.

"I'm not doing anything." She giggled.

"It's not funny."

"No, you're right, it's not." He looked at her, suspicious. "And I'm sorry." She gently kissed his lips. He resisted at first, but then she ground her hips and he instinctively reached out for more.

"Why do you do this to me?" He moaned. "Why must you disrupt my peace?" He whined as his hands reached for her ass.

"Because it's my job, babe." She said between kisses. "They both stay, end of story." She got up from his lap and walked into the walk-in closet. He followed her, watching her ass jiggle with every move she made.

"And whatever happened to listenin' when I said no?"

"Richard if I spent my time listening to you when you say no we wouldn't have an apartment in the heart of the city, we wouldn't have this home hell, we wouldn't even be together because you said no to going out on a blind date with me in college. And you also said no to-"

"Alright alright!" He was done arguing with her. The truth is, he had gotten attached to the little guy, he just wished she spoke to him before going back and getting him a girlfriend... whatever that meant.

"I love my babies, please take care of them like you do me." She finished, as if she were never interrupted.

"Just promise me that there will be no more."

"No more, I promise!" She said as she kissed him on the cheek and walked towards the bed. He groaned audibly which lead to two little figures come running into the room and charging and at him. Frida was the same colour as Simon but even smaller.

"Great! No we have to deal with dogs on the bed."

"They love their daddy!" She cooed as she picked both dogs up to give them kisses.

Rick ignored her comment - he didn't want to acknowledge the truth in her comment - and picked Frida up. She was so skinny, he was a bit concerned. "We need to add rice to her food. She's very small."

"Look at you, already being a concerned father." He swatted her hand away again and she laughed. "Let's go kiddies, before your daddy yells at us again!" Michonne walked out of the bedroom with their children in tow, laughing as she did so.