A/N: Hello Lovelies! Are you all still with me? I hope so! I am sorry about such the long wait! I'll try to do betta!

Chapter 17

They're both morning people. Earlier risers. Even with the late-night love making they indulge in, Michonne felt the remnants of sleep leave her as Rick pressed his body against hers. He places soft kisses on her neck, then her shoulder before pulling her closer to him. Against the curve of her ass, Michonne can feel his morning glory. She smiles lazily at the thought of another round of love making before they start with their day.

She pulls her eyes open and chances a glance at the digital clock, the time reads 6:14am. It is the big day. Friday. The day she'll meet Rick's son and daughter, Carl and Judith. Apprehension and excitement wrestles within her belly at the thought. Rick wants to be at his mother's house no later than noon, meaning they had to leave Kings County by nine, no later than 9:30.

Rick places another kiss on her shoulder while Michonne calculates how long it will take to ride him until they both succumb to white hot bliss, take an hour power nap, before showering and leaving for the road. She glances at the clock again, it is 6:16am; she surmises they have plenty of time.

Michonne rolls over to her side until she's face to face with Rick.

"Mornin' wife."

A wide smile pulls at her lips at Rick's pet name for her. She expects him to her call 'sweetie', 'baby', or 'honey' but somehow his term of endearment and title seems fitting.

"Good morning, husband."

"I love waking up next to you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Rick whispers before leaning in and placing a soft kiss against Michonne's lips.

"I like-"

"Like?"

"Love waking up next to you too."

"Yeah?" Rick asks.

"Yeah," Michonne whispers into a smile as she leans in and kisses Rick's lips. She moves back, crinkles her nose, and says, "Morning breath and all."

"Hey, it ain't that bad!" Rick claims moving to smell his own breath, he grimaced at the smell which caused Michonne to giggle. She leans into him again and presses another soft kiss to his lips. Slowly the kiss deepens and Rick's tongue asks for entry into hers. Moaning against her lips, Rick moves Michonne onto her back but she resists and pushes against him.

"What?" He asks with a confused expression thinking he misread Michonne's cues. She pushes against Rick's chest until he falls upon his back a lopsided grin spreading across his lips as Michonne straddles his waist.

She lowers her lips to his and kisses him deeply while Rick's hands settle onto her waist pulling Michonne closer to him. Michonne pulls away from his lips and starts raining soft kisses upon his face starting with his forehead, then his eyelids, his nose, cheek, and chin. The shower of kisses doesn't stop at his face, she continues kissing and nibbling on his neck before moving to his shoulder, collar bone, and chest.

Her lips move to his right nipple licking him slowly enticing a long moan from his own mouth. After licking his right nipple, she places another kiss before moving to his left and repeating the process then lowering to his abdomen. Snaking down his body Michonne feels the hardening of his manhood; the feel of him hard for her grows her own desires for him. She releases a moan of her own when she comes face to face with his strength. Michonne ignores the engorged member and places soft kisses on each of Rick's hip bone then his upper thighs causing Rick to groan and call out her name.

After a few more teasing kissing, she final takes hold of his hardness and gently strokes him before taking him into her mouth. He tastes slightly salty and tangy but her mouth still waters at the taste of him. She hollows out her cheeks and uses her tongues to stroke the underside of his dick and pleasures him with her mouth. Michonne relaxes her jaw and throat to take as much of Rick in her mouth as possible. She settles on her knees and uses one hand to stroke his shaft and the other to play with his balls, rolling and gently messaging them in her hand. She loves on him slowly and deeply.

"Michonne, stop… I'm going to cum."

She releases him with a soft pop but she doesn't stop worshiping him. She licks the underside of his shaft from his scrotum to the tip. She places soft kisses upon his head before nibbling on the sensitive flesh.

"Uhhh… Damn… mmm," Rick groans and flinches as she bites him gently moaning even louder.

She licks and kisses the spot she bit before moving on repeating the steps while moving up his length. Swiveling her tongue around the tip of his dick before taking the head in her mouth and sucking feverishly all the while stroking his penis.

"Fuck. Shit… Michonne."

She moans and the vibration moves up his body causing him to thrust his hips against her face. Both hand grip the bed sheet as his hips wildly thrust against her mouth. Michonne opens her mouth wider and drops further onto him, taking Rick deep into her mouth again. Determined she relaxes and takes more of Rick into her mouth and throat until she feels her nose press against his groomed pubic hair. She hums and bobs up and down on his swollen member, massaging him with her hollow cheeks, tongue and throat muscles.

"FUCKKK!"

Rick threads his hand into Michonne's hair and thrusts into her mouth. Her jaw starts to ache as well as the muscle in her cheek but she continues her loving on him.

"Please… fuck… wife… I'm going to…"

Michonne renews her vigor and sucks on him harder, massaging his heavy balls. He thrusts and Michonne feels him expand and swell in her mouth seconds before she feels spurts and spurts of his essence hit the back of her throat but she never stops her administration of loving every part of him as she swallows his release. Once he's spent, Rick softens to half-mast but still fills Michonne's mouth. She continues her stroking and worshiping her husband's manhood with her mouth until he's hard and at the ready again.

She expects his recovery to take longer but within minutes his length stands firm and steady. She gives him one final lick before she starts to crawl up his body; she continues to slowly stroke his hardened length while placing kisses on his abdomen. Michonne licks each nipple which causes another tremble to pass through Rick.

A wide smile splits her lips when she locks eyes with his lust laden baby blues, Rick pulls her down and captures her lips. He presses his tongue into her mouth, their mouths and tongues unite with an unhurried need but desperate urgency. Michonne breaks the kiss and settles herself over his manhood. Using the tip of his dick she rubs it against her wet opening coating him in her juices before stimulating herself even further with the head of his dick against her swollen clit.

Michonne trembles at the sensation, she gazes down to see Rick watching her mesmerized. She aligns herself with him and slowly takes him into her body. He stretches her as she allows him to fill her; Michonne's head lolls back then drops forward at the overwhelming feeling. Rick's eyes are glazed over with desire and his mouth partially open as he completely embeds inside of her. She places a hand on his chest, one on his thigh and throws her head back moaning loudly enjoying the sensation of being completely filled. Never has a man touched her to the depth Rick has, it feels as if he was crafted especially for her. Michonne flexes her inner walls and swivels her hips around his member causing Rick to groan.

She slowly raises off him until only the tip of his manhood remains then just as slowly descends onto him. Rick grunts and groans as Michonne repeats her wicked dance upon him; beginning their journey to a new stratosphere of ecstasy. A loud moan falls from her lips as Rick's hands cover her breast, he squeezes the dark mounds before gently pinching a nipple. One hand slides down her body and rests on her waist as the other alternates heightening her pleasure by toying with her sensitive breasts.

"Yessss Rick! Yessss!" Michonne hisses. She bends over him placing her hands on either side of his head, her sensitive nipples brushing against his hard chest as she rapidly rises and sinks her hips onto him.

Wetness pools around his nature as the pace of her movements increase, Rick falls in rhythm with her as he thrusts his hip to eagerly meet hers. Michonne is lost in the sheer bliss of the slowly building release; waves of pleasure start in her belly tumbling south to her core then slithering to her toes causing them to curl before leaping from her limbs into her chest causing her breathing to hitch and loud moans to fall from her lips.

Michonne dives downward while Rick thrusts up hitting a potent spot causing Michonne to flex and tighten her grip on him; she yelps out and he moans producing a sensual melody while their skin wetly slaps and comes together. His hands fall from her hips, he grips her tightly as he plows up from beneath her.

"MICHONNE!"

"RICK!"

"Fuck… baby… I'm going to come!"

"Yea! Me… too!"

Ripples of pleasure start to bloom at Michonne's core, her body trembles at the overwhelming sensation her body is experiencing. Michonne's pace doubles, she rides him harder and faster. She chases her climax with a vengeful need. Raising her hips off him, she rotates grinding back down, rocking back and forth before she quickly repeats her covetousness process. Rick matches the pace she sets, both hands move to her ass, squeezing it while he helps guide and press her deeper onto him.

"Mich-mmm." Her name melds into a moan as she rotates, rocks, and grinds her hips tightening her slick inner walls around his manhood. She feels him swell nearing his release, stretching her further. Michonne loves feeling every inch of Rick deep inside her, there's a wholeness and a sense of completeness to their coupling. Even though she's close to her orgasm Michonne wants to prolong the moment of release but that thought ends as soon as a hand slides to the apex of her thighs and lightly caress her engorged clit.

"HUSBAND!" Michonne cries out as ripples explode into a glorious combination of throbbing pleasure and sheer ecstasy. She stiffens as her inner muscles violently squeeze Rick's manhood; he thrusts several more times gripping her ass and pressing her down onto him as he deeply embeds himself into her and finds his own release.

A power spurt of his release hits a potent spot causing a chain reaction deep within Michonne, another orgasm steals her breath as she feels his essence coating her inner cove. Unable to speak she grasps for air as she starts trembling uncontrollably; her legs quiver fiercely while Rick grinds out his release into her. Michonne is suspended in euphoric splendor for a full moment before exhaling and collapsing onto Rick.

"Shit," She starts off after several minutes in silence, "Next time you have to warn me."

"For what?"

"Before you cum like that… it was intense."

His chest rumbles and shakes with a deep laugh under her cheek; her head resting on the center of his chest. His breathing has evened out and his heart has fallen into its normal beating pattern. Michonne finds the sound of his heartbeat mesmerizing and lulling. Michonne's limp limbs refuse to listen to her mind and move off Rick; he doesn't seem to mind, he cradles her against his chest with one arm as the other hand gently caresses her back. Rick's manhood has softened but he remains securely rooted within Michonne; both husband and wife are content to remain connected as one as sleep pulls them under.

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A deep scowl graces her face as she chews on her bottom lip in anticipation. Michonne fidgets in her seat as she watches the landscape change from the sporadic homes of the farmlands to more of the densely-populated homes of the city. Rick takes I-75 South out of Kings County to Macon where he takes I-16 South towards Savannah; the couple fill the three-plus hour drive talking, laughing, singing along to the satellite radio and enjoying each other's company. Michonne is surprised to discover Rick is actually a good singer, she sings along with him as the miles and miles of Georgia farmland pass them by. She feeds him snacks they stocked up on before they left as Rick gives her random history facts of eastern Georgia. As they near the city, Michonne growls quiet and starts to fidgets, allowing her nerves to seize her. Rick keeps on I-16 South before he exits onto US-80, Michonne watches as the city grows before her eyes as Rick navigates US-80.

"I've never been to Savannah," She admits.

"Really?"

She nods watching landscape before her, "There was an overnight field trip when I was in ninth grade but I had other obligations. I always wanted to come and visit."

Michonne is slightly startled when Rick reaches over and takes her hand. She smiles at him as he does the same.

He squeezes her hand and says, "You're here now."

They allow the silence to take over as they drive through the residential side of the city down US-80. Savannah reminds her of Atlanta with the houses and businesses spread long side of the busy street; the familiarity helps calm some of her nerves. Michonne glances at the dash, it is a little after noon. The drive down is quick and easy but now Michonne wishes to hit all the traffic lights to postpone the meeting. She tries to get her nerves in order but she knows how important it is meeting Carl and Judith. She prays internally that all the traffic lights turn red to prolong the meeting. Her thoughts shift from Rick's children to his mother.

Oh God! She thinks to herself, what if she's like my parents?

"I've been so worried about your kids liking me I forgot your mom. What if she hates me?" Michonne asks her eyes on the houses and buildings of eastern Georgia.

Rick tugs on her hand to pull her attention to him, a wide smile gracing his lips, "She's going to love you."

"How can you be sure? What if it is like when you meet my parents or worse?"

He chuckles at her nerves, "Nothing is worse than meeting your parents."

She rolls her eyes but he's probably right, "Fine but what if she doesn't like me?"

"She'll love you. My mom is good at reading people."

Michonne nods once before returning her eyes to the window. Rick drives them out of Savannah continuing east, once they are out of the city the houses are less densely populated and more spread apart. The houses at the edge of Savannah completely disappear into the horizon as they continue US-80, the southern channel of the Savannah River lays to their left and fields of grassy land occupy their right.

"Where are we?"

"Tybee Island."

"How long has your mother lived out here?"

"Four years," Rick says. One hand grips the steering wheel while the other holds her hand, "My parents discovered this place during their honeymoon. They visited it several times while they were married. My mother always wanted to retire here and after my father passed, she finally moved out here."

"It is beautiful."

"Yeah it is. Every so often, my parents would bring my brother and me down here for the summer. We would spend most of the weekend on the beach before driving back home."

"The kids come here every summer?"

"Since my mother moved here, yes. Summer and a week during Christmas break."

As they draw closer to the populated areas of the island, Michonne slowly sees the beauty that Rick's mother saw about the island. Tybee Island is small and quaint. Some of the houses are large and imposing like the Buckhead area of Atlanta but there is a relaxed quiet charm to the large houses that do not look ostentatious but welcoming and homely.

Rick holds her hand the remainder of the drive, once US-80 turns into Butler Street, Rick slows his truck; the street is short a few blocks deep before it ends. Before he reaches the end of the road, Rick turns left onto 19th street and Michonne inhales deeply as she takes in the scene of the Atlantic Ocean before her, the water glistens blue reflecting the warm rays of the sun. Rick drives to the end of the street where he pulls into a private driveway of a massive three story beach house.

"This is your mother's house?"

Rick chuckles releasing her hand and putting the car into park before pushing the stop button on the truck. Michonne gawks at the house, it is a three-story house with three garage doors on the first level, the second and third floor each have a large screen porch that runs the length of the side of the house. There is a spacious open back deck with stairs that hug the rear of the house and leads down to the driveway. Michonne realizes she's lost in thought when Rick appears at her side of the truck and pulls open the door. He reaches for her hand and helps her down.

"This house is one of her few splurges."

"It is beautiful," Michonne states with awe as Rick shuts the truck door behind her, "Do you come here often?"

"When I drop, and pick up the kids during the summer and New Year's. It is beautiful here during New Year's Eve with all the Christmas lights still up, one of the neighbors puts on a big firework display. You will-"

"DADDY!"

Rick's words are cut short when he is called. They both look up to see a blonde hair wide blue eyed toddler running full speed down the stairs of the back deck towards him. A large smile splits his lips as the little girl launches herself into Rick's arm as he takes several steps toward her with stretched out arms. Rick catches his daughter's leap and pulls her against his chest before holding her out arm's length and spinning her in several circles before he pulls her into another embrace and showers her face with kisses.

Michonne stands back and smiles at the scene before her, Judith, is adorable with curly blonde curls and blue eyes matching her fathers. She is a fit of giggles as Rick kisses and tickles her. She squeals and wiggles in his arms fighting her father's affection with glee. As she takes in the beautiful sight a pang stabs her in the chest at the thought of Andre. She misses him dearly and would do anything to have him in her arms again.

"Carl!"

At the sounds of Rick's son's name Michonne refocuses her attention on the family reunion. The young teen gives a lopsided smile as he reaches his father and sister. Rick pulls Carl and gives him a tight embrace before the teenager pulls away embarrassed by the display of affection. Judith wiggles out of Rick's arms, he places her on the ground and glances over his shoulder at Michonne. He reaches his hand out to her, locking onto his cerulean spheres, she steps closer to the family and takes Rick's hand. He smiles widely as he pulls Michonne closer to him.

Michonne takes her eyes off Rick and looks at his kids taking in their expressions. Judith looks confused and intrigued at her presence. It is the look on Carl's face that causes her stomach to drop. His eyes narrow into a distrusting squint, his mouth downturns into a hard frown, and his forehead folds into a scowl. There is no doubt he is not happy with her presence, before Rick can introduce her, Carl clarifies any doubts Michonne may have concerning his dislike.

"Who the hell is she?" He growls out.

"Hell, is she?" Judith repeats.

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Surprise. Hurt. Embarrassment. Disappointment. These are the few words that come to mind at Carl's reaction to Michonne. He was expecting some resistant but the look on Carl's face is more severe. Rick's dream of having his family happily reunited is deflated by his son's reaction. Rick quickly reprimands Carl's behavior and blatant disrespect, if it isn't for Michonne squeezing his arm, Rick's reprimand would have been harsher. He even chides Judith for repeating after her brother, even though the four-year-old's intent wasn't the same as his eldest child.

Judith's eyes tear-up as she quickly states she's sorry. Carl mumbles a half-ass apology with a scowl etched upon his face that almost gets Rick riled up again but once again Michonne gives him a squeeze. When he glances at her, he sees a small smile on her face as she shakes her head. He gives her a curt nod acknowledging her silent request.

"RICK?" a voice calls out from inside the house that pulls his attention from Michonne.

"We're not finished discussing this," Rick says to his son. Carl's eyes remain on the ground, avoiding looking up at his father, Rick already knows the defiance that is set in the young boy's eyes. He's thankful Carl is smart enough to glare at the ground and not him or worse, Michonne because if he did, Rick was sure no amount of Michonne's squeezing would stop him from snatching up his son. He holds out his arm for Judith who eagerly climbs up his arms, he takes Michonne's hand with his free one and starts inside the house. Carl follows behind at a distance, still simmering with his own anger.

Rick navigates up the stairs towards the back deck of his mother's house as Judith chats softly in his arms while stealing glances at Michonne. He realizes that he hasn't properly introduced his daughter to Michonne.

"Judith sweetie, this is my very special friend, Michonne," He says pausing once he and Michonne reach the middle of the back deck that leads to the kitchen. Judith leans over and silently regards Michonne, she takes her in slowly before she looks back at her father.

"Hi Judith," Michonne says softly with a quick wave.

"Myshawn?" Judith repeats.

"Michonne," Rick corrects her.

"Mee-chonne," She repeats slowly.

Rick nods encouragingly at her.

"Is she your special friend like Artie is to Me-maw?"

Rick tries not to flinch at the comparison of Michonne to his mother's boyfriend.

"Yes, something like that but Michonne is more special," Rick states glancing at Michonne who watches the interaction between father and daughter silently.

Judith nods, she shyly glances at Michonne and then her father. She lowers her voice but fails at whispering in Rick's ears.

"She's pretty. She looks like Storm but her hair is the wrong color."

Rick chuckles and looks to Michonne who heard the girl as well, a wide smile lighting up her face.

Rick lowers his voices but says loudly enough for Michonne to hear, "Yea, Daddy thinks she's pretty too."

A groan from behind him brings his attention to Carl who he catches mid eye-roll. Carl promptly returns his eyes to the ground as Rick introduces Michonne to Carl.

"That one is Carl. If he's not careful Judith is going to become my only child."

She chuckles and turns to the disgruntle young man, "Hi Carl, I'm Michonne."

His blue eyes flicker up to Michonne briefly before they touch the floor again, he grumbles a greeting.

"RICKY!"

All eyes turn towards the sound of Rick's name. A tall statuesque woman stands in the entryway of the house.

"Ma," Rick says.

Swiftly his mother moves from the doorway to stand in front of him, how quickly she moves always catches him by surprise even when he was a child but especially now. He only has a moment before he's swept into her arms, Rick hugs her tightly, smothering Judith between them, the little girl laughs pleasantly from the affection of her grandmother and father. His mother pulls away from the hug and catches his face in her hands, she exams his face before she showers him with kisses as if he's a child. Rick allows several kisses before he pulls away embarrassed at his mother's attention. He glances at Michonne who stands slightly off to the side, she stifles silent giggles as she watches them. His mother catches him staring off, her attention shifts from her son to the woman who stands by. Before Rick has a chance to introduce Michonne, his mother has already moved from him to capture a surprised Michonne in her arms.

"You must be Michonne!"

Rick beams as he watches his mother hug Michonne tightly, she releases her before she repeats the same process with Michonne grabbing her head in between her hands. She exams his wife before she glances over her shoulder at him.

"She's beautiful! Oh and her eyes, so soulful! I can see why my son is so smitten!" His mother claims, she places a kiss on Michonne's cheek before hugging her again.

"Ma-"

Michonne's giggle cuts Rick off before she says, "Thank you, Mrs. Grimes."

"Oh honey, call me Helen!" She says releasing Michonne from the tight embrace but keeping a hold of her arms. Her eyes narrow and Rick follows her line of sight onto Carl who still scowls and glares at the ground, "What's wrong with him?"

Rick doesn't say anything, inside he shifts his eyes to Michonne then back to Carl. Helen rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

"Mom-"

She flicks her wrist at Rick to silence him before she turns her attention to Carl, "Young man, go upstairs and fix your face."

Carl looks up at his grandmother through his long eyelashes; he nods at her command, he slinks pass them making his way inside the house to follow her order.

"I want you back down here in ten minutes. We're just waiting on Artie to have lunch!"

Carl nods before disappearing inside the house, Judith wiggles out of Rick's arm and he gently puts her down. She rushes to her grandmother's side and tugs on her skirt.

"Can I help Carl fix his face Me-maw?"

"Yes honey, go help your brother he's going to need it," Helen says. The adults watch Judith scurry off after Carl. Once she's out of sight, Helen turns to Rick, "I told you to tell him."

"I did!"

"You told him you were bringing her here?"

He falters for a moment, "I wanted it to be a surprise. I didn't think he'll act this way."

"Oh hush, that boy is just like you! Of course, this was going to be his reaction! You should have known better," Helen chides her son.

"I'm sorry maybe I shouldn't have come."

"Oh sweetie, it is not your fault. It's that knuckleheaded boy of mine, he should have told his son he was bringing you here," Helen declares guiding Michonne inside the house from the deck, "I use to put the switch to his behind so often because of his brilliant ideas that my wrist hurt."

Michonne laughs as his mother guides them from the entryway to the center of the kitchen where she parks Michonne on a stool at the marbled kitchen island.

"I'm surprised he told you about my arrival today."

"Sweetie, I heard about you the day after y'all met! Rick called to check up on the kids and he was gushing over you, talking about 'Ma, I met the woman I'm gonna marry'," Helen chuckles as she turns away from Michonne. She and Rick exchange a knowing glance, he shakes his head answering her silent question that his mother didn't know they were already married. Michonne nods and turns her attention back to his mother as Helen faces her again continuing her story, "Now I was scared he was talking about one of them Vegas showgirls but he assured me you weren't. He said you are a lawyer here in Georgia. I heard all about how beautiful, smart, sweet, and lovely you were. I've never heard my Ricky talk about a woman like he talked about you. I was over joyed when he said that he was bringing you down with him. I just wished he told his son."

"I told Carl I was seeing someone."

"But did you tell him you were bringing her here?"

"No ma'am."

"Hmmph... that's what I thought!"

"I'll talk to Carl."

"You better because you ain't too old for me to take a switch to your behind," Helen jokes with a slight undertone of seriousness.

Rick groans as Michonne giggles again, Helen swiftly moves around the kitchen finishing preparing lunch, Michonne moves to stand and asks if she needs help.

"Yes sweetie, take the chicken out the oven."

"Mom, Michonne is a guest, let m-"

Helen swats Rick away and frowns at him, "Guest? This is the first woman you bring to meet your mother and kids and you callin' her a guest? I know you know better than that, she ain't no guest! She's home and I am going to treat her as such; so, leave her be."

His heart swells with joy at his mother acceptance of Michonne so quickly. He smiles, "Yes ma'am."

"You hear that Michonne you are not a guest passing on through; you're more than that, you're home."

A/N – I wanted a stark difference in the reception of Michonne's parents to Rick's mom to their relationship. Another reason for Helen Grimes quick acceptance of Michonne has to do with her own relationship with Rick's father. Remember when Rick tells Michonne about how Helen's parents disowned her for falling in love with Rick's father? Helen doesn't want to repeat her father's past mistake but more so, she trusts her son and knows he wouldn't bring a woman around that he's not serious about.

Carl's reception is cold but we'll find out sooner rather than later why he reacted like this. Poor kid, I feel bad for him in this story. I just want to hug him.

Once again sorry about the extended wait. To be honest, this has been ready for a while (months) but I kind of forgot about it. I am so sorry about that. I'll try not to go so long in between updates but life gets in the way. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

Thank you so much for reading, commenting, following, and favoriting! Thank you for sticking with me. I appreciate you all!

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