Rick's P.O.V

This morning, I stopped by Andrea's and picked up Andre before Michonne went off to be interviewed by a really high up law firm.

I really hope she gets to work for them, she deserves it. She deserves to be happy, no matter what. I'll make sure of it too.

But, here I am on my day off.. with my girlfriend's son, teaching him how to fish..
What could go wrong?

No, seriously..what could go wrong?
What if he falls in the lake and drowns and Michonne strangles me.. or what if he goes behind my back and tell her bad things.. or what if he's unteachable!

I'm over thinking .. I'm over thinking..

Or am I?!?!?

God.

I took a deep breath and continued to fasten him into his car seat. He dangled his small legs and fiddled with my curls but I didn't mind.

"You ready bud?" I asked, sitting up from the buckle.

"We're gonna catch fishies!" He exclaimed, whilst throwing his hand in the air.

"I still can't believe you've never been fishing," I smiled "but if you're gonna be a southern boy, you've gotta learn someday, right?"

"Yes." he giggled.

"Alright let's get to it."

I moseyed back to the drivers side and hopped in all at once, cranking the car up and pulling out the driveway.

A little way down the road, I watched him in my rear view mirror as he jammed his head along to the faint guitar in the country songs on the radio.

I hope Michonne sticks around. I would love to see this boy grow.

Abruptly, I cut down the radio and his eyes met mine in the mirror.

"Heyyy," he groaned.

I chuckled lightly and he narrowed his eyes, "So, Andre, what was something fun you did this week?"

"Um," he stroked his chin as if he had a goatee and he was thinking hardly.. "I went to soccer practice yesterday and our coach took us to get ice cream.. and I really like ice cream!"

"Me too bud, what's your favorite flavor?"

"Chocolate!"

Chocolate, eh?
..me too, if you get my drift.

"Me too." I chuckled.

"Do you have any exciting stories to tell?"

"Oo oo! One time mommy took me to the zoo and a giraffe licked my hand!" He exclaimed.

"Really now?"

"Yes!"

I smiled at how enthusiastic and happy he was. Such a sweet little boy.

Arriving to the lake, I parked the car and sat in the lot for a minute.

"Hmm, if you catch a fish today-- how about we go get chocolate ice cream?"

"Really?" His eyes lit up with joy and his smile seemed to grow wider.

"Yeah man."

I'll buy him ice cream even if he doesn't catch a fish. Partially because I really want some ice cream and I can't let him go home sad.

Plus, it's really easy to catch a fish. Really really easy.

So we unloaded the car and set up by the lake. We had our chairs, our poles (I let him use Carl's old one), our umbrellas so the sun won't beat us down, and most importantly, we had caprisuns.

Now, if I were with the guys, meaning Abe and Glenn and Daryl, I would pop open a beer-- and sometimes I'd let Carl take a sip or two.. but let's keep this PG with the four year old..

After we took our seats near the lake, I taught him how to string and hook his pole, and then I taught him how to add bait. He was a little disgusted with the worms, but when I told him it was food for the fishes, he was in.

So we baited out hooks and tossed them into the water, and nearly for the rest of the afternoon, we tugged and pulled at our poles whenever we had a biter, and we shared laughs and deep conversations about things like future careers and school, things he's into. We bonded.

It was nice hearing him go on and on about how he wanted to be a famous soccer player, how he emphasized his plan to get there.. and sometimes I'd catch him moving his feet around like he was kicking a ball.

The kid is devoted.

Time went on, and I had caught my 4th fish..
After I held them each for a while and let Andre examine them, I let them back into the water.

He was trying his hardest. He was determined to catch a fish.

But, time was running low and the sky began to darken. Meaning, it's time to go home..
And right when I began to pack up, he squealed in excitement.

I turned around to see him yanking back with all his might, reeling and reeling his handle until his string couldn't go anymore.

I could see the fish in the water that he had caught, and IT WAS BIG. It was jumping and flopping everywhere. I tried to run over and help him but he kindly declined, hell, kid had it under control.

After a few more minutes of struggling, and my rooting, he finally reeled the catfish in.

Yes, CATFISH.

"Holy moly Andre!" I exclaimed, pulling out my phone so I could take a picture of the bass.

"I did it!" He hopped around with the string in his hand and the hooked fish at the end.

"Be still." I smile.

I held the camera up at him and he held the fish with a smile ear to ear!

I quickly snapped the picture and told him to go release it before it was too late, and he did.

I stared back at the picture and clicked share, anxious to send it to Michonne. She'll be so proud of him -- and of me for teaching him how it's done.

But before I could even press send, my phone began to ring from a private number.

I quickly answered it and plastered the phone against my ear, "hello?"

"Sheriff Rick Grimes?" A voice spoke. In the background of the call I could hear the sirens and wails of ambulances and police cars, and suddenly, I felt scared.

"This is he..."

"Sir, there's been an accident."
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