“What are you doing?” Rick stood in the doorway, regarding her curiously.
into my pajamas,” Michonne laughed lightly, holding her towel in place
as she bent down slightly to open their dresser.
Rick shut the
door to their bedroom, the lock clicking. “Everyone’s left the house.
Carl is holed up in his room and Judith is finally asleep.” He stepped
behind her, pressing his chest flush against her backside. Gently, he
closed the dresser drawer. “I don’t think you’re going to want pajamas
“Is that right?” She asked. A shiver ran down her spine
as Rick’s hands brushed her hair, gathering the locs in a fist and
sweeping them to the side.
“In fact, I don’t think you’re going to
be needing pajamas for the next seven nights,” he pressed kisses into
the back of her neck to punctuate his statement, dusting his lips
lightly over the sensitive skin.
“You sure you’re up to the
challenge?” she teased, rolling her body backwards against him. Rick
inhaled sharply, grasping her around the waist.
“It’s been a
week,” one hand came up to where her towel was knotted closed. Michonne
traced his fingers, pressing them firmly into her. “I know you missed me
too.” His low, rumbling tone undid her completely.
Rick and Michonne can’t keep their hands off of each other, but not everyone in Alexandria is a fan of PDA. When a neighbor offers an unusual bet, will they be able to abstain? Richonne fluff, as usual.
“Where are you going?” Rosita questioned. The sun was just beginning
to rise over Alexandria, highlighting a layer of frost coating the grass
around the wall. Rosita glanced down at Rick from the guard tower, her
eyes darting to Carl meandering along just behind him.
me you forgot,” Rick twirled the keys to the van around his pointer
finger whimsically. He could practically hear her resulting eye roll.
“Day 7,” she sighed, pouting just the slightest.
“Might want to get comfortable up there,” Rick grinned up at her, pausing to wait for the gate to be opened.
“I still say you cheated,” her response was half-hearted, her smile poorly concealed.
got to be really clear when it comes to my dad,” Carl came to his
father’s defense, cracking an identical grin. Rick patted him on the
“It’s a hard-learned lesson. Rosita is going to have plenty
of time to think about it over the next week,” he waved cheerfully at
the woman’s dour expression, climbing into the van behind Carl.
“Whatever,” Rosita stuck her tongue out, waving them off. “Tell Maggie that I say hello.”
do,” Rick agreed, shutting the door behind him. He started the vehicle,
the rumbling of the engine breaking the silence of the morning.
“Think she’ll be happy to see us?” Carl asked from the passenger seat.
Rick nodded. “I’m sure.”
“Think she missed us as much as we missed her?” Carl titled his hat back to glance sidelong at Rick.
paused. He hadn’t had a solid night of sleep in the entirety of the
week. “Maybe not quite as much as we missed her,” he ventured,
“So, what’s the surprise?” Carl was practically vibrating, his
excitement reverberating around the inside of the van. He was on his
knees between the driver’s and front passenger’s seat, gripping
Michonne’s armrest expectantly.
Michonne regarded him amusedly, a
smile frozen on her lips. “I was planning on waiting until we get home…”
she laughed, her eyes flicking to Rick.
“We can wait,” Rick’s tone was firm, a direct contrast to his feelings. Carl was not the only one anxiously awaiting her news.
“Dad,” Carl rolled his eye, looking exasperated. “We’ve waited a whole week.”
Rick chuckled, meeting Michonne’s eye over their son’s head. He raised a brow, silently attempting to coax her.
“All right,” she acquiesced, retrieving her pack from between her knees. “You may want to pull over.”
complied, bringing the van to a stop just inside a crop of trees,
shaded from the view on the road. Michonne took a deep breath, holding a
small square of paper to her chest. With a long exhale, she handed it
to Rick. His thumbs brushed over the waxy surface, flipping over the
small black and white photograph. Immediately, his chest contracted.
“What’s that?” Carl stood up, leaning over his father’s shoulder.
we have to start thinking of names,” Michonne’s voice was quiet. “But
for now, I’ve been calling the little guy or gal "Peanut”.“
"A baby?” Carl’s voice cracked around the word.
“A baby,” Michonne confirmed, watching him carefully.
mouth had gone dry, his pulse pounding in his ears. He stared at the
fuzzy black and white photo in his hands until his vision began to blur.
I cannot wait for the day you enter my life. I’ve dreamed of you all my life, raising you all, dressing you in cute outfits and teaching you life lessons. I don’t expect the road of parenthood to be smooth. I anticipate all the arguments, all our disagreements and everything in between. But I want to teach you that life is more than being the #1 student in class more than being the best at everything; I want to teach you that life is about being a good person and doing good things. I plan on providing well for you and giving you what my parents gave me plus more. I want to GUIDE your life but not dictate it. I want you to try everything so you know what you and what you don’t like. I want to be there to listen. I want to be the one you’re excited to introduce your first boyfriend/girlfriend too. I want to raise you in a household where you learn the value of family, money and hard work. I promise that when you do arrive, I’ll work my hardest to never let you down. Mommy will make mistakes but I can only hope that you learn from them. I don’t expect you to be Valedictorian. I don’t have your career set in concrete. But I want you to make the best fit choices for your own selves. Whether you choose to pursue a career as a journalist. Whether you choose to marry someone of the same gender. Whether you decide that you want to move out at the age of 18. I want to be the one who buys your first published piece. I want to be the one who gives you away. I want to be the one to help cosign for your first apartment. Life is not about making me proud, it is about making yourself proud through your choices. And I can only hope that I am one of your role models to do that.