The Unexpexted Pregnancy Pt. I

"I'm pregnant!" She blurted. Rick stopped in his tracks and stared at her in confusion - they only had sex once, last week. "But... it's not yours." She finished.

...

Earlier that day

"Congratulations," Maggie Green, her gynaecologist started, "You're pregnant!"

"What?" Michonne nearly yelled.

"You're about eight weeks along! It's a small little fella, that's for sure." Michonne watched her doctor and best friend happily walk about the room, ignorant of the fact that her patient was newly single and not ready to be a mother.

"This can't be happening… Can't we get rid of it?" She said without much thought.

Maggie paused her movements, shocked by the news. Usually when people found out they were pregnant they were over the moon. Michonne was a different story. "We can… If that's what you really want. Have you talked to Mike about it?

Michonne tucked her white t-shirt into her blue jeans and sat up. "Mags… Mike and I aren't together anymore, we broke up two months ago." She paused, talking to her friend now. "He doesn't want anything to do with me now that he has her." Michonne had caught Mike cheating when she had come home from work feeling like hell. At first she thought that she had caught him in his "alone time" but when she noticed that the woman's voice was getting as loud - if not louder - than his, she knew that something much worse was happening behind their bedroom doors.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry." Maggie said, enveloping her in a tight hug. "We'll figure something out." Michonne nodded. "What about Rick? Are you gonna tell Rick?"

Michonne pulled away from Maggie and took a deep breath before answering. "I don't know." Maggie raised a brown eyebrow at her longtime friend. "We just started seeing each other and I don't know if he'll want to be with me if..."

"If you keep it." She finished for her and Michonne nodded once again.

...

Present

"What?" Rick finally said after a long silence. "How?"

"How else, Rick?" She answered, exasperated.

"I don't mean how, literally how, I meant how as when?"

"Before we got together... When I was with my ex."

Rick ran his fingers through his curly brown hair. He was frustrated and confused and she didn't know how to make it go away. "You told me you broke up with him months ago."

"Two months ago." She corrected. "I broke up with him two months ago when I caught him with another woman."

"So now you're what? Two months pregnant?" He assumed, still frustrated. Michonne said nothing which confirmed his estimation. "Christ." He said. He couldn't be here right now, his night had gone from a high note to a very low one. He paced in front Michonne and occasionally stole glances at her black strapless dress-covered body. If she was planning on roping him in for the long run she was doing a good job, but one look at her doe eyes told him otherwise.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, quickly wiping away a tear that had made its way down her face. She attempted to play it off by tucking a stray dreadlock behind her ear, but he had caught her in the act. "I found out today after I missed my period-"

"What are you gonna do?" He interrupted.

Michonne let out a shaky breath and shrugged. "I don't know." She really didn't know. She had suggested aborting it, but Maggie had given her other options just in case. "I don't know..."

"It's getting late." He said, not looking at her. "I'll drive you home."

The two had been standing in the parking lot, near his blue pick-up truck for the past fifteen minutes, talking and pacing about her new revelation. It was a beautiful summer night and Rick had wanted nothing more than to spend all night with her, but now he felt the need to distance himself from her; he was hurt.

"Okay." She agreed as he walked her to the passenger side to unlock the truck's old car doors. He opened the door for her - staring at her body for signs of her pregnancy - and shut the door with more force than needed, scaring her a bit. He roughly opened and shut the driver-side door and started the engine without so much as a glance at his date. Michonne let out a small sigh, already knowing where this was headed.

...

The drive to downtown Atlanta was a long one as neither one spoke. Michonne wanted to say something - anything - but the periodic glances she took at the man she was once excited to see told her otherwise. She rolled her eyes and stared out the window.

Rick, on the other hand, was seething. He didn't understand how someone couldn't know they were pregnant. Lori had found out three weeks after they tried for Carl and Sasha had found out nearly a month after. His knuckles whitened from their tight grip on the steering wheel and his jaw clenched.

After a few more minutes he finally spoke. "How could you not know? That doesn't make any sense."

She finally turned to face him. "I guess I wasn't paying attention." She was tired and didn't want to argue.

Rick scoffed. "You weren't payin' attention." He repeated. "Incredible."

"Some women don't find out until they're fifteen weeks. Some women don't even know until they give birth. It happens sometimes." Rick rolled his eyes this time and Michonne seethed. "You know what, Rick? Maybe going out with you wasn't such a good idea." She looked out the window again. When he didn't respond she continued, "I don't think we should see each other anymore."

"Agreed." He coldly replied. He drove into the driveway of her modest mid-century townhouse and kept his eyes forward as she grabbed all of her belongings. She then opened the door and shut it behind her. He stayed outside her driveway to make sure she got inside safely, but then stayed a bit longer when the reality of what just happened hit him. Disappointment didn't even begin to describe what he was feeling.

...

Rick fell face first on his bed. He didn't want to get changed or shower, he just wanted to wallow in his own stupidity and misery. It would have been easier if Michonne was just a girl from Atlanta that he dated, but she was the new district attorney, she worked and spent most of her time in King's County, she just happened to have a house in Atlanta.

He groaned loudly, thankful that he didn't have Carl this weekend. He didn't want his son to walk in on his miserable state. He racked his brain to try to understand what had possessed him to react so aggressively to her pregnancy. They had only gone on a few dates - albeit those dates always spilled into Saturday or Sunday afternoon - she hadn't revealed too much of herself yet, and she hadn't yet met Carl.

He was still angry, but confused nonetheless. He would talk to Maggie about it tomorrow. For now, he needed to sleep and further think about his actions.

...

Michonne's heart had sunk to the floor the moment she got out of his truck. She had no idea how she managed to make it inside and to her bedroom without crumbling. She looked at her naked body in her bathroom mirror and noticed no visible changes, but the moment her eyes rested on her stomach, she realised that everything was going to change whether she kept it or not.

She sighed, too tired to decide whether she was ready to be a mom or if she wanted to remain fiercely independent for a few more years. She was nearing thirty - she was thirty - and if you had asked her ten years ago what her life goals were, she would have said that she would be on her second child by the time she was thirty-one. She scoffed at her memory.

"Yeah right." She verbalized.

She picked up one of the long t-shirts draped on her bedroom chaise and put it on. At this point, she didn't care if it smelled like it hadn't been washed in three days, she was tired, upset, and angry that a man like Rick Grimes could even pass judgement on her. The same Rick Grimes who - during their first meeting - illustrated just how unorganized, immature, and (sometimes) unqualified his men were in a court of law. She laughed at how stupid she had been to trust a man with kind eyes and a nice body. She was thirst alright.