I just copy pasted MY STORY formely titled "I'm Not Jealous" into my Richonne collection because it looks cleaner on my profile. I've also made a few changes, but nothing to cry about!

Let me know what you think.

Michonne stares at her heavily pregnant naked body in the bathroom mirror. Her locs were longer since the end of her first semester which meant that she looked more like a hippie than the corporate lawyer she really was. She rubs her stomach – adoring the fact that she is carrying life with the love of her life – but hating the fact that it was covered in stretchmarks.

She exits the on-suite bathroom and walks to the white six-chest drawer - that houses their intimates - and picks one of Rick's university t-shirts. She then opens one of her drawers and grabs a pair of purple cotton panties. Comfort was the name of the game at this stage in her life. After a few grunts, she finally makes her way to the bed, plopping herself across the California king-sized mattress uncomfortably.

"Can you move your legs?" She asks the man watching her intently.

"This is my spot." He responds and she groans.

Rick shifts his body to be able to rub her belly and relieve some of her discomfort.

"What's up?" She asks, struggling to move.

"I should be asking you that." He smiles.

"What's wrong?" She demands more than questions, willing herself to sit up.

There is a pause before he responds. "Are you happy?" He asks, still running his hands across her small stomach.

She makes a face that he reads as meaning 'what the fuck' and she actually says, "What the fuck?" She turns to face him. "Are you asking me if I'm happy after five years?"

He stares at her, he isn't joking.

Her eyes widen with unshed tears. In a 'normal' situation – one where she wasn't pregnant – she would have given him the silent treatment and allowed him to figure out what he did wrong, but this wasn't a normal situation; she was pregnant and highly emotional.

"Michone, babe, please don't cry." He starts to say once his wife starts to use his Ole Miss football shirt as a handkerchief. "You're being dramatic."

"Dramatic?" She yells. "You're the one that wants to break up!" He tries to mask his smile, but he can't help it, her ugly crying face remains one of his favourite things. "So this is funny to you now?"

"No, it's not." He says, not making eye contact with her for fear of laughing in her face. She glares at him and pushes herself off the bed. He watches as she crouches to grab something. "What are you doing?" He asks, but is ignored. She pops back up with a bright yellow body pillow made for pregnant women. "What are you still doing with that?" He asks, annoyed.

She continues to ignore him as she makes herself comfortable on the bed.

"Michonne, the doctor said-"

"I don't care what the doctor said, I like it and I don't want to look at you anymore."

He sighs loudly as she blocks his view of her body with the snake-like pillow.

"Babe, come on."

"No!" She huffs.

"For a ruff-n-tuff lawyer, you sure are a crybaby." He teases, hoping to make her laugh.

"This is my house, I'm allowed to be whatever I want in here." She says and he chuckles. "Laugh all you want, Richard."

"Do you even hear yourself right now? You're being ridiculous."

"Why did you ask me if I was happy? What made you ask me that question?" She cuddles the pillow tighter between her legs, scared of his answer, but he doesn't respond. "Why?" She asks again.

"Because-" He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, he had wanted to avoid this conversation for as long as possible. "Because I see the way you look at yourself, Michonne; the way you look at your stretchmarks in disgust as if you forgot the reason you have them. I see the way you struggle to adapt to your changing body – not wearing comfortable shoes or clothes that fit because you're in denial. Things are changing and I don't think you see how beautiful you are."

He pauses. "Sometimes I try to make you feel beautiful and wanted, but it's like you don't want that at all. I know you think you're large for how far along you are, but you're carrying my child, my son-"

"So, it's about you now?"

"See?" He exclaims, "This is what I'm talking about! You're not happy because if you were, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"I am happy, end of discussion!" She responds.

Rick wants to respond, but is interrupted by a small face with shoulder length brown hair.

"Mommy?" The little boy asks and Michonne sits up immediately. She didn't like arguing with Rick, but she especially didn't like arguing in front of her [adopted] son, Carl.

"Yes, baby?" She says, wiping her tears. He takes her response as confirmation to his unasked question and hops onto the bed, bypassing his father along the way.

"Is everyone against me tonight?" Rick asks as Carl makes himself comfortable in Michonne's arms; his small body covering her small belly. "Really, Carl?"

"Leave him alone." She says, smoothing out his hair.

"He's almost seven years old, he shouldn't be doing this anymore."

Carl was already drifting off to sleep. "He's also my baby." She leans back against the headboard, ignoring him. Rick scoffs at his wife's audacity; he watches his firstborn and his wife comfort one another and couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy.

After what seems like hours, Michonne finally decides to bring Carl to his own bedroom. Rick takes this opportunity to go out on the balcony. He feels her presence before he sees her. She goes to sit beside him.

"Carl's asleep." She says like he doesn't know.

"He's a suck."

She scoffs. "He's seven, he's allowed to be clingy."

"He's not clingy with me."

"Are you jealous." She smirks, but he doesn't answer. She shivers after a few moments of silence and goes back into the bedroom. "Put a sweater on if you're going to stay out here for any longer."

He doesn't watch her go back inside, but he hears her push back the covers and the shifting of that damn pillow. Another cool breeze runs through him and he decides that it's time to go inside. He scowls when he sees the pillow between her legs – the very legs he used to live between before she got pregnant.

When he lies down on the mattress, he sees her body relax. He moves closer to her, gently removing the pillow and replacing it with his body.

"I need that." She protests.

He snakes his right hand around her waist and kisses her shoulder. "I need you… And I hate this thing, get rid of it."

Michonne places her hand above his. He moves his hand so that his is lying above hers, she rolls her eyes in amusement. "I love you and I never want to be away from you."

"I love you." He kisses the crook of her neck and inhales her scent. "My big jealous baby."

"I'm not jealous." He pulls away to defend himself.

"Of course." She agrees.

"I just don't like sharing, there's a difference."

"Sure, Rick." She giggles.

They lie motionless for a while before her body gets sore. "Are you going to let go of me and let me sleep or are you still having a tantrum." He laughs and shifts away. "Thank you."

He twirls a couple of her locs between his hands and she pushes his hand away. "Go to bed, Rick, you're being annoying."

"I can't help it." He tugs at her shirt next.

"Fuck off."

"I hate that pillow, it's ugly."

"You're ugly." She says and he gasps dramatically. "Go to sleep."

"I'm not tired."

"Well, I am."

"Are you?"

"Yes, Rick, Jesus."

"Doesn't sound like it to me." He scoots back up to her and traces a line down to her panties with his right hand.

"Grimes." She warns.

"I'm not doing anything." He kisses her neck again.

"I'm serious."

"So am I." He dips his hand inside her underwear.

"What if Carl wakes up again?"

"Then we distract him with the pillow." She laughs aloud before he spreads her lips, playing with her clit. He plants soft, feather-like kisses on her neck while making small circles with his fingers. He wants to be in control.

"Really, Rick?"

"The doctor said you should be taking it slow, especially when exercising."

"The doctor also said eat my ass."

He nibbles her ear. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She shivers involuntarily and he moves from her clit to her vaginal walls. He inserts two fingers inside her and starts pumping in and out of her slowly. Her soft moans break his concentration, his boxers feel too tight. He pumps his fingers deeper into her walls, imitating the length and motions that he would do with his member. "Maybe when you're being good. Right now, I want you to cum on me."

Michonne grips Rick's hand, she wants him inside her instead. Thankfully her moans make him change his mind. He lifts her right left up and pulls out his member and places it at his wife's entrance. Michonne wraps her free arm around his neck and he sloppily kisses her, more concentrated on fucking her than how he kisses her. He starts off slow, rocking his hips back and forth while rubbing her clit. She moans louder, but catches herself, not wanting to wake up their son.

"If he wakes up, it's on you, not me." He breathes out.

She wants to laugh, but he picks up the pace of out nowhere, forcing her to scream. "Jesus Christ, Rick!"

He grunts in response, he can feel her release.

"Fuck, Rick… Keep going."

"Cum for me." He says immediately. He feels his balls tighten, but wants her to finish first. He thrusts in her slower and harder, making it impossible for her to fight it off anymore.

Their awkward positioning was restricting her breathing, but she wouldn't let him move her. He removes his fingers from her clit and licks them. His wet digits then return to their original position, shocking Michonne – the sensation wasn't new by any means but it wasn't expected.

"You want me to cum inside you?" He asks between slow thrusts.

"Yeah." She mewls.

"Yeah?" He was getting cocky, he knew what he was doing. He kisses her again and after a few more thrusts, he feels her walls tighten against him and her body shake. She moans but it comes out sounding breathless. He groans, his release begging to be inside her. He picks up his pace once again, groaning a little too loudly.

He struggles to get the next few words out of his mouth as he fills her. Instead, he nuzzles her damp neck and breathes her in.

"Are you still jealous?" She asks, laughter in her voice.

"I was never jealous."

"Of course not, you were just being-"

He bites her shoulder and she yelps. "I love you."

"Just for that I'm keeping the pillow." He smiles in her shoulder and rubs her belly. "I'm serious."

"Fine."