In which Michonne has to leave Carl for a conference... I know nothing of the Atlanta airport, please don't mention that bit

"You're leaving again?" Three year-old Carl asked as he stood at his parents' bedroom door.

Michonne looked up to see her step-son still in his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles pyjamas and socks. "Only for two days this time." Michonne replied dramatically as she stuffed her heels into her small suitcase.

"But you're taking a lot of clothes." He whined loudly.

"Because I have to dress up, babe."

Tears threatened to fall down Carl's face. His big brown eyes were misty and Michonne stopped all her efforts to close her suitcase. She motioned for her buddy to come to her; she was sitting crossed legged on the floor and he walked up to her so they could be face to face.

"I always come back don't I?" She asked him while rubbing his back. He nodded. "You think I'd leave you here with your daddy alone?" He shook his head. "So why the tears?"

"I don't want you to go." He finally cried.

Michonne thought she would have been used to this by now. Every time she left for another city for work, Carl would make a big deal out of it for the first few hours, but then forget that she had even left by the end of the day. She could be leaving for South Africa for two weeks and Carl would think that she was in the next room working. She thanked God for his short-term memory.

She wiped his tears with the hem of her bright yellow dress. "You wanna come to the airport with me?" She asked, hoping to cheer him up. He nodded his head again. "Go brush your teeth and put your shoes on." She patted his bum and he skeptically made his way to his bathroom while Michonne attempted to close her suitcase again.

"What was that about?" Rick asked as he stepped out of their on-suite bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist.

"He's coming to the airport with us; he couldn't bare to see me go." She said as she attempted to shut her suitcase once again.

Rick pinched the bridge of his nose with his left digits. "You gotta stop entertainin' this."

"He's my baby." She said, matter-of-factly.

"He can't be getting attached to you like this, he's starting school soon. He knows better."

She snorted in response. "So do you and that's why we're still here." She looked at him.

"No. We're here because you decided to pack last minute." He retorted.

"And you wanted a 'proper goodbye'." She said while doing air quotes.

"It's tradition." He corrected.

"It's time consuming."

Rick walked to one of the drawers in the bedroom and dropped his towel. His naked back faced Michonne as he spoke. "You mean to tell me that me takin' the time to pleasure my wife is time consumin'?" He finished as he put on a pair of purple boxer-briefs. He sprayed some cologne and was facing her now, the bulge in his pants was visible.

"No, but yes." She faltered.

He started walking towards her and she tried to look away. "So me wantin' you to feel stress free and happy before your flight is slowin' you down?" She just stared at him. "You don't like it when I fuck you till the cows come home or when I play with your-"

"Carl's in the next room, Rick." She loudly whispered.

"He's three." He started as he lifted her up to stand before him. "He doesn't know what we're doin' in here." He finished, bringing her body flush with his.

"What if he walks in?" She asked as she felt him stir and quickly glanced at the bedroom door.

"I bet you five bucks he's still tryin' to put toothpaste on his toothbrush." He said.

"Don't make fun of him, he's little." She giggled.

"You really don't like it?" He asked, nuzzling her neck and leaving a trail of wet kisses, already knowing the answer.

"I never said that." She said as her hands made their way up to his neck. "I just said it was time consuming." She went to kiss him but he had other plans in mind. He pushed her backwards onto their bed and lifted up her dress.

"I like this dress." He said as he slowly pealed off her underwear. "I like this more." Michonne waited impatiently for what was to come. Rick raised an eyebrow?

"Rick."

"Yes?" He asked, amused.

She rolled her eyes and pushed herself up so that she was but a few inches away from his face. "Hurry up!" She kissed him hard and dragged him back onto the mattress with her. He didn't ask for permission before plunging his tongue between her lips. His hands made fast work of his boxer-briefs, but he gave up once his member was out; it was all he needed anyway.

"Well I don't wanna waste anymore of your time." He teased, rubbing his cock up and down her pussy. Michonne's eyes rolled back and Rick took that as a sign to do whatever he wanted. He pushed into her in one swift move. He stood motionless for a few seconds. First, to let her adjust and second, to decide whether he would make her suffer by going painfully slow. He decided against the latter when he felt her fingers nearing his ass.

"No." He gently moved her hand. He knew that if she made it to her goal point, he would be a goner.

"Yes." She whispered as she moved against him. She attempted to place her fingers on his ass again, but he pinned them above her head with his right hand and then shifted them both so that her thighs were laying directly above his.

"No." He said as he thrust into her hard; his left hand went to her neck. He pumped in and out of her hard and fast while she tried her best not to scream aloud. Rick kissed her open mouth again and she latched onto his bottom lip for dear life. "You like that?" He grunted and she nodded. "What was that?"

"Yes!" She cried out between two thrusts. Rick's hand went up to her mouth and he stuck his thumb in it. She sucked on his tongue with fervour which made him lose his tempo. He slowed downed as he watched the love of his life suck his thumb like his dick through hooded eyes. He moaned aloud at the sensation - he could feel every swirl of her tongue on his finger - and nearly came. He felt her tighten around him.

Rick heard the tap in the main floor bathroom, Carl had finished brushing his teeth. He speed up his movements - every thrust making her moan. "We gotta cut this short, babe, I can hear him."

She laughed, but it was mixed in with a moan. "I told you."

He let go of her wrists and grabbed her waist. He used her body to keep her where he wanted her, his thrusts hitting her g-spot harder and harder.

"Oh fuck!" She whispered on repeat. He moved one of his hands to her clit, knowing that her orgasm would trigger his. He rubbed her clit quickly, wanting a reaction more than anything else. Within a few minutes, he could feel her pulsing around him. "Oh, fuck, Rick." She said as an orgasm rippled through her core.

"Yeah?" He breathed out in her ear, he was working on his own release.

"Cum inside me." He didn't say a word. "Cum inside me, please."

He looked into her eyes. "Yeah?"

She nodded. He pumped into furiously a half a dozen times before filling her up. The couple stayed glued to one another until the water tap shut off. Michonne rolled over to her stomach and Rick smacked her ass.

"You should get cleaned up." He said.

"Shut up." She giggled.

"I love you." He kissed the spot he had just slapped.

"That's right, kiss my ass."

He slapped her ass again and walked to the dresser where he had left the towel. "Keep talkin' and you're not making it to whatever meeting you have."

She laughed, causing the bed to shake a little.

The two stayed quiet for a few moments, wondering where Carl was and what he was doing. They couldn't hear his footsteps so they assumed that he had gotten momentarily distracted.

"Are you still on birth control?" He asked awkwardly. He hadn't felt this awkward since the first time they met two years ago.

"No." She said, turning her back to look at him. His eyebrows shot up.

"Oh!" They usually didn't use a condom, but Rick never finished inside her for fear of getting her pregnant. He wanted to respect her wishes to wait until she was ready.

"I want this." She said, distracting him from his own thoughts. He was like Carl in that way, always getting lost in his own mind. "I want Carl to have a little sister or brother." He said nothing. Instead, he approached her with the towel and wiped off the liquid that had seeped out of her. She looked at him tentatively, wondering when he would say something.

"Okay." He said after a few moments.

"Okay?" She repeated.

"You want me to be your baby daddy, okay." He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"You need to stop hanging around Sasha, Rick."

"No, she's teachin' me things. I'm starting to get all your references." He lifted her up from the bed and gently planted her on the ground.

She giggled as she smoothed down her dress. "Whatever."

Carl appeared in the room just in time, with his shoes in tow. He hadn't removed his pyjamas, but had instead added a coat and a hat.

"Carl it's hot outside, take your hat off." Rick said as he zipped up his pants.

"Mommy, I'm ready." He said, ignoring his father which prompted Rick to roll his eyes.

"That you are, baby." Michonne finally shut her suitcase and lifted it so it stood on its wheels. "Aren't you hot in that hat?" He shook his head. "Well then, let's get going." He wrapped his arms around her legs, not wanting to be away from her.

"Carl." His father said sternly. Michonne glared at Rick and he backed down.

"Come on, buddy, let's get you some snacks for the ride there." She made her way to the door with Carl in tow. "Rick can you grab my bag please?"

Rick rolled his eyes again. "Sure, 'Chonne."

"Thanks, babe."

Rick couldn't be mad at the fact that Carl had latched onto Michonne the moment they met. She was a good influence on him - and much to his dismay - his best friend. After Lori left, he didn't know how he was going to handle raising a child on his own and being a Sheriff.

"We're going to be late, daddy!" Carl yelled from downstairs.

Rick rolled his eyes and grabbed his wife's suitcase.

...

The trip to the airport had been a smooth one - that is - until Carl saw planes. He immediately started crying and nothing could console him. Rick opted to ignore him for the time being because he would have to deal with it the entire ride home.

"Carl, we talked about this already." Michonne pleaded. She hated seeing Carl cry, it usually made her cry.

"I don't want you to go!" He whaled in his booster seat.

"Carl." Rick said sternly, for the second time today.

"No Mommy!" He cried.

They had stationed themselves in a parking lot close to the Atlanta international airport drop-off entrance, but had not been able to get out due to Carl's consistent crying.

"I have to go, babe." She said.

"No!" He screamed.

Rick and Michonne stared at each other before turning back to Carl. It was as if they both knew what they needed to do.

Carl stared at them with tears in his eyes, not knowing what they were thinking or going to do.

Michonne unbuckled her seatbelt and Carl immediately reached out to her. He was obviously prevented from doing so from the seatbelt, which caused him to cry even harder. Rick followed suit and exited the vehicle. Carl turned his head to look at his father who was standing right outside the back door; he calmed down a bit at the sight.

Michonne discreetly made her way to the trunk while Rick focused on getting Carl out of his booster seat. The duo shut the doors at the same time to prevent him from focusing on the other parent.

"Wanna go see the planes, buddy?" Rick asked while drying his son's tears. Carl nodded in the affirmative and the two made their way to the entrance, followed by Michonne who immediately regretted she brought so many articles of clothing.

Once Rick and Carl had entered, he was too occupied on the amount of people and the noise to realize that Michonne had walked in the opposite direction, to check her bag.

"Let's go see how they take off!" Rick said. He walked them to the large windows to distract Carl. He could see his wife rushing herself and he couldn't help but chuckle. Perhaps he did make her late.

"Daddy that plane is blue!" He quietly noted.

"It is, isn't it!" His plan was working, Carl was momentarily distracted.

After a few minutes, Michonne was making her way towards the two and Rick was preparing himself for another tantrum.

"Hi, baby." Michonne whispered.

"Hey." Rick responded.

"Not you, Rick." She said as he rolled his eyes. Carl turned to face her slowly. She could tell that he was still upset. "You wanna give me a hug goodbye?" He nodded and she placed him in her arms. He wrapped his arms around her neck and nuzzled into her neck. "Are you gonna be a good boy for daddy?" He nodded. "And you're gonna help him around the house like you help mommy?" He nodded again. "Good." She kissed him and rubbed his back.

Rick's eyes filled with tears, but he fought them. He didn't want to make it seem like Carl got his emotional habits from him, but sometimes he couldn't help it.

"Are you okay over there?" She asked with a smirk on her face.

"What? Yeah!" He coughed.

"Seemed to me like you were getting a little emotional." She giggled.

"Well you're wrong."

"Okay." She said, gently backing off.

"This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89B to Chicago. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you." The announcer interrupted, much to Rick and Carl's chagrin.

"I better get going soon." She kissed Carl a couple more times before moving onto Rick. Neither seemed to want to let her go, but she forced it to happen. "Take him before I change my mind and get fired." They both laughed.

"I'll see you soon." Rick said, kissing her again. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She said as she walked away.