Please enjoy this mess, it was all I could think of in the midst of my scholarship essays.
As she runs her fingers through - and tries to fix - his hair in order to make him presentable for their son's big day, he can't help but think of how blessed he is to have her by side side and if it's possible to fall deeper in love with someone.
"Stop staring at me like that." Michonne softly says, eyes still focused on his unmanageable hair.
"Like what?" He smiles crookedly.
"Like you're about to confess something."
"What if I am?" He says as he pulls her towards him. Michonne's body comes flush with his without hesitation. She loves being close to him.
"Save it," She jokes, "We have more important things to do."
"Like what?" He says, placing a kiss on her shoulder blade.
"Like getting your son ready for his big day." She states as she pulls away from him.
"Our son." He corrects. "And he's fine. He's been waiting for this longer than we could ever know."
Michonne smiles a small smile knowing that her husband was telling the truth. The moment Carl had spotted Enid in his eleventh grade biology class, it was over. She was all he could think and talk about, but it would take him another year and a half before he could muster the courage to ask her out.
"Still... He needs his dad." Rick groaned dramatically which made Michonne giggle. "Stop being dramatic and go."
"Fine, but this isn't over."
"It never is."