Michonne stood on her tip-toes in front of their bathroom mirror, she was applying eyeliner when Rick walked in, half dressed. She leaned forward, her lower half spilling into the sink.
"Are you almost ready?" She asked him without turning to him.
"I can be ready in five minutes." He replied as he flushed the toilet. Michonne wiped the powder off her face and began applying highlighter. "How much longer, 'Chonne?"
"You can't rush perfection." She replied as she applied mascara. They were getting ready for Abraham and Sasha's wedding. Sasha hadn't wanted any bridesmaids for fear that she would have to pick a maid of honour. Everyone was to be dressed in light colours to match the theme of the wedding, but the men could opt for traditional black suits. Michonne had decided to wear a knee-length, light pink strapless dress with a plunging neckline while Rick decided on cream-coloured dress pants and a light blue button-down.
"Do you think we'd ever get married or have kids?" She turned to look at him, he was putting on his socks. He didn't respond. "Do you want to get married?"
"One day." He said as he tucked in his shirt. Michonne stared at him with a blank expression on her face. "What?" He asked.
"Nothing." She replied as she walked towards her closet to get dressed. Rick could feel an argument bubbling so he went back to getting dressed. "I just find it funny how, when I asked if we would get married you said nothing, but then when I asked if you would like to get married, you responded." He rolled his eyes as she slipped into her curve-hugging dress. "Just hilarious."
"Don't start, Michonne."
"Don't start what, Rick?" She looked at him.
He sighed. "Never mind." They were going to be late.
"No, tell me. What am I starting?" She asked as she made her way to the washroom again to do her hair. "What am I starting?"
"I'm not getting into a fight with you, we're gonna be late." He finished tying his yellow tie and was prepared to walk out of the door.
She ignored him. Instead, she made her way to her white vanity and picked up a bottle of perfume. She applied a small amount behind her ears, her wrists and her calves. She then went back to their walk-in closet where she picked up a pair of beige heels.
Rick watched his girlfriend in silence. He wasn't in the mood to fight so, he let her be petty. "I'll be downstairs, we're leaving in five." He waited for her response but none came.
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The couple drove in a silence that was unusual for them. Michonne focused most of her attention on the fields to the right of her while Rick focused on the road; the tension could be cut with a knife. Michonne was not going to ask him again if he wanted to get married, she had already gotten her answer and she did not like it one bit. She pouted a little, but quickly resumed to maintaining a stoic face.
Rick, on the other hand, was hyper aware of his surroundings. He didn't like to argue with Michonne but sometimes shit happened, they weren't going to get along one hundred percent of the time. He glanced over at her and caught her mid pout; he felt like an asshole. It wasn't that he didn't want to marry her, it's that he had already done this and it ended up falling apart less than a decade later. He was happy with the way things were now and he thought she was too.
"Look," He started, making her jump. "The truth is: I don't know if I want to get married again. I did it once and it sucked and I don't want us to suck."
Michonne frowned at his vocabulary, he was spending too much time with her nephews Noah and André. "It's fine, Rick. Marriage isn't everything."
"But it's important to you and I just realized this." He paused to switch lanes, they were really going to be late. "I'm not going anywhere, I'll stick with you until you get tired of me, but I'm not sure if I want to get married." He repeated and she nodded. "That's the honest truth."
"Okay." She understood, she wasn't going to push him on the issue.
He grabbed her hand and placed a gentle kiss. "I love you, kiddo."