Rick's P.O.V

I place three knocks on Andrea's door and wait for a response.

God.
Although I've been dating Michonne for 2 months now, date nights still make me anxious.

She's just so bubbly, and wonderful, and stunning, and nonetheless beautiful...I guess what I'm trying to say is, she gives me butterflies since the day I took her out for yogurt.

Unanticipatedly, the door swung open, and there stood Michonne in a tight red dress and black pumps that made her my height. She didn't wear makeup this time, only her naked face.

And she was beautiful.

She's so got damn beautiful.

Her locks were crinkly, as if she braided them the night before, but the style was cute. I liked it.

"You look stunning." I smiled.

She shyly smiled and moved her loose dread behind her ear.

"You look pretty good yourself."

I looked myself up and down, and ran my hands down my white button up, stopping my hands at my belt.

"Damn right I do."

She giggled lightly and I held my hand out to join hers.

She gracefully placed her hand upon mine and interlocked our fingers.
It's always the best feeling when I get to hold her hand. I don't know, it just seems to speak volumes.

When we're both dead silent, and holding hands. When we can't find the words to say to each other. Holding her hand is the best feeling.

Taking her home at 12 in the morning, on the ole back road when it's super dark outside. I hold her hand as we drive in silence, because deep down, she makes me feel safe. She gives me comfort, she gives me love. And the way I absent-mindedly rub my thumb over hers, it creates this spark in my body, and my mind fills with all the great things we are going to do next in life, and it puts a smile on my face.

"You're doing it again." She laughed, breaking me of my thoughts.

"Sorry." I smiled.

I often find myself so deep in my thoughts, I just forget that I'm staring her dead on with my cold blue eyes. She doesn't like when I stare at her for a long period of time though, she's afraid of my eyes and what they can do.

I'll tell you what they can do, huh. These blue eyes aren't for show, they seduce!

Anyway, I walked her to the truck and opened her door for her, also helping her in because she couldn't move much in her tight red dress--- that was incredulously appealing.

"Thank you." She panted softly, before shutting her door.

I then ran back over to my side and hopped in.

I glanced at her beautiful face one last time before cranking the car up. Agh she's so beautiful.

Once out the drive way, and on a clear road, I held my hand out and connected with hers.

Our hands rested upon her thigh and she fiddled with my dirty nails.

"I'd give you a pedicure but I don't think you'd let me," she smiled.

"Nonsense," I declared "anything for you."
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When we arrived to the park, Michonne actually couldn't contain herself.

She squealed as soon as she saw the instruments and the people with them on stage, and the squeal got higher and higher.

Without my help, she opened her door and hopped out.. anxious much.

I grabbed the blanket and picnic basket from the backseat and joined her outside.

"Where we gonna set up?" I asked.

We both glanced around the park, that was almost full now. Blankets with people on them, chairs, and even people just sitting on the plain ole grass.

Wow. Who knew that so many people in King's County liked classical music?

I thought country music was where the heart was.

But as Michonne likes to say, "some people still enjoy fine art."

I guess Mozart is fine art to her because when I told her about this symphony in the park, she nearly forgot how to breathe.

"Here!" She exclaimed.

She grabbed the blanket from me and spontaneously spread it below us. She then grabbed my hand and we sat down together.

"I packed fruit." I smiled, handing her the picnic basket.

I hand cut 9 slices of watermelon, pineapple, grapefruit, peach, and apples each last night... I also topped it off with a bunch of cherries and small banana bits. I did this all by hand, because I know how much she'd love it.

"Oh my gosh, this is so amazing. Mozart in the park with my favorite guy and some really good fruit," she took a bite into one of the watermelon slices and closed her eyes as she savoured the taste.

"I'm in heaven."

She finally opened her eyes, and rested her head upon my shoulder, to which I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

"So Michonne," I started.
"I was thinking.. maybe we could drive up to Tybee Island one day, and I'll introduce you into my parents. I mean, they're dying to meet you."

She flipped around so quick and faced me like I was crazy, "do they really?"

"Yes." I nodded.

I remember calling my mom the night Michonne and I went bowling, I told her all about Michonne-- how happy the woman made me.

Overall, mom was happy that I've finally found the courage to love again, but she still wasn't sold on the idea.

But then Carl talked to her, he told her that Michonne was amazing and that he really liked her..and then mom was sold.

She told my father and now they really want to meet her. Matter of fact, they insist. And I think it's that point in our relationship where we should be meeting each other's family, you know?

"I- I'd love to meet them." She smiled.

But this time, she smiled with all her teeth. She was genuinely happy.

"Yeah?" I kissed her lips softly, and she nodded with her forehead against mine.

"I wish you could meet mine but they live in the hills of California." She shrugged.

Ah, that's okay. I'd take a trip up there any day.

"It's okay."

Unanticipatedly, Michonne pulled away and cocked her head to the side, eyeing the man sitting beside us--- who was unknowingly staring at us like a TV screen.

"Can I help you?" Michonne faked a smile and he scoffed lightly.

The man had brown skin, with several tattoos. He wore a hat on his head and I could barely see his face-- but he was well built.

"That's your man?" He asked.

Michonne nodded and pulled me closer, still eyeing the man evilly.

Uh oh.

"Us brothers ain't good enough for a girl like you huh?"

Aw man.. that was completely unnecessary. Why can't we just be happy with whoever?

"You know what?" Michonne started, running her tongue over her teeth.

Nope. Not today. Nope nope nope. I will not be the one to take her to the police station because she lost her temper.

Thinking quickly, I grabbed a handful of cherries and began shoving them into her mouth.

"Wh- Ric- Rick whadda doing?"

"Let it go. Don't scoot down." I sighed.

"Why don't you mind your goddamn business?" She barked back. Although I JUST told her to lay off.

She's so stubborn.

"Hey," he lifted his hands in the air and shook his head "I'm just saying. You don't need a white man to tell you you're worth it."

What the hell is wrong with America?

"That's it." She mumbled.

She tried to break loose of my grip but I held her back with all my might. She is a strong woman.

"Michonne, baby listen," I gently grabbed her face and turned it toward mine "don't listen to him, okay? Don't."

She narrowed her brown eyes at me and sent a shiver down my spine.

I know she's tired of all the hate we get, hell I am too but I'm not giving up on what's mine.

She turned back toward the man and I turned her head back toward mine once more, "Hey, tell me about Mozart. Tell me who he is."

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before exhaling deeply.

The man was no longer paying attention to her but she still wanted at him.

"Well if you must know sweetie," she smiled, and I did too.

"Mozart's real name is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, which many people don't know--let along the name he was baptised as,  Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart. I don't even know how I remember it myself. He was a prolific and influential composer of the Classical era--"

"Could you keep it down?" The man asked.

"The music ain't even started yet." I sighed.

"I know, I just can't stand to hear traitors babble and babble."

That's it.

I dug into my pocket and pulled out my wallet, still holding Michonne back at the same time.

I then popped it open to reveal my police badge to the man.

His eyes widened and he stood on his feet.

"No hard feelings. I'm just stating my opinion that black birds should stay with black birds, and doves should stay with doves. Nun' else. I'm allowed to state my opinion, aren't I?"

I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head no, "You're not stating an opinion, youre harassing her. Stop. You don't want to bark up that tree, trust me." I bellowed.

The man shook his head and walked away, to which Michonne stopped trying to fight her way out of my arms.

She sighed and placed her face in her hands and I just watched because I didn't know what to say.

"You're mine and that's all that matters, right?" I smiled.

She sat up and nodded uncontrollably.
She's so cute.

"Now tell me all about Mozart. As much as you can before the concert starts." I chuckled.

And with that being said, her mouth went a million miles per second. Saying things I've never heard and words I've never used. And the only thing I could do the whole time was stare at her lips, and her eyes, and the way her nose cutely curved at the bridge.

"Rick.. you're doing it again." She smiled.

But I just can't help it! I can't help but to lose myself to someone so beautiful.

And as Fitzgerald would say,

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is so beautiful.
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2 hours into the concert and Michonne fell asleep on my chest, so I caressed her back as she slept, and I ran my fingers through her hair so she could sleep better.

And when it was over, and the crowd around us was waking up (cause frankly everyone fell asleep), she was the cutest.

She yawned and stretched, and smiled widely at me before mumbling,

"You know if Mozart had lyrics, they'd spell out your name."

Well, If I'm a lullaby that puts her to sleep.. then so be it..

"Because you make people feel safe." She finished.

And with that, I fell a little bit more in love with her as she smiled back up at me.