Michonne's P.O.V

Rick gave me the keys to his house a few nights ago...

Carl's been in the hospital for nearly 2 weeks and Rick wouldn't continue to let me stay up there with them.
He thinks I should be home getting rest, or at work CAUSE I GOT THE JOB, but I just want to be there for them.

So, instead of going back to Andrea's, Andre and I are house sitting for Rick until he and his son are out of the hospital.

He has a really big house, it's nearly over whelming... but I don't mind walking every inch with Rick alongside me.

"Andre please take a seat," I smiled as he continued to fly around the living room in circles with a sheet tied to his back.

"No mama, I'm superman!" He argued.

"True..you're whatever you wanna be." I agreed.

He then smiled and continued on with his journey.

You know, I really wish Rick was here..

We could cuddle, and watch Andre act silly, or even play some video games with Carl..
Ugh. I really hope things go back to normal really soon..

Suddenly, the door bell rang, and I quickly hopped to my feet.

I signaled for Andre to quiet down before I casually strolled over to Rick's big brown door.

I straightened out my clothes before gently opening it, greeting an unfamiliar man with a welcoming smile.

"Hi," he smiled.

"Hello." I nodded.

The man was tall, with glasses as big as his face, and a perfectly fitting suit. He held a briefcase in one hand and the other rested in his pocket.
His hair was so freakishly blonde, it almost didn't match his fair skin tone.
It wasn't the type of blonde that was golden and perfect in every way, it wasn't the blonde that was more so brown, and it wasnt the blonde that Donald Trump claims his toupee is.
The man's hair was blonde like the beach boys in California, which was strange because I had never seen an adult with beach blonde hair. It usually darkens over the years.

"Hi, I'm Jeroff Hostodon and I'm here today looking for an, uhhh.... Richard Grimes?"

"He's not here at the moment but I can take a message." I said, whilst moving my dreads from my face so I could see him more clearer.

"I was in hope that I could get a hold of him for his grandfather's will."

"Will?" I gulped "as in death?"

The man nodded, and I face- palmed frantically.
This is not what Rick needs!

He's got enough on his plate now, with his son in the hospital and all, but imagine him finding out his grandfather is dead.

He'll be such a broken soul.

"Are you friends with Mr.Grimes?" He asked.

"Why in fact I am. I'm his, his uh, fiancée. So you could leave the information with me, I'll definitely give it to him." I lied, plastering a fake smile across my face.

His eyes wandered my fingers and he noticed that I clearly didn't have a ring. I'm such a bad liar but all I do is try to help. God bless.

"You know what Jeroff?" I groaned "how about I take you to where he is."

"That would be fantastic." He smiled.

"Pipe it down." I bellowed.

Now is not the time to be excited... his freaking grandfather died!

"Stay here," I turned around and gently cracked the door behind me, nervously eyeing Andre up and down as he tried to re-tie the sheet around his neck.

Ugh!

"Baby we've gotta make a run. So go get on shoes." I smiled.

Astoundingly, he obeyed and hurried off.
His soccer coach is teaching him discipline and I'm so happy he is, cause when it comes to punishments and rules, Andre gives me the puppy face and I just  give in.
But lately, things have been different.

Eventually, Andre and I gathered our things and met Jeroff outside. He was still awaiting as I had instructed him, so the next move was to take him to the hospital to see Rick.

Let's do this  ....
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Arriving to Carl's hospital room door, I gestured for Jeroff to stay behind while I went ahead and talked Rick down a bit.

I picked up Andre, placed him on my hip and sashayed into the room.

"Michonne?" Rick exclaimed, hopping from his seat with a smile across his face.

"Back by popular demand." I smiled.

We met each other in a hug, to which he kissed me passionately and laid a peck upon Andre's head.

"Where's Carl?" Andre asked, noticing that he wasn't in the hospital bed.

"Uh, recovery group." Rick answered.

"What's that?"

"Well, uh, it's this thing that the hospital does.. that puts him with kids like him, in a group to make friends and discover new things about yourself."

"Oh." Andre smiled.

Rick's always been good at explaining things. I mean they're not always golden but he's talking to a four year old here...

"Why the drop by? Not that I don't want you here or anything." He smiled.

".. I have some bad news." I sighed.

"Really? Bad news?" He groaned.

I nodded and sadly draped my head, simply because I couldn't look him in his solemn blue eyes.

"Jeroff!" I yelled.

And in a split second, the room door swung open and in stepped the freakishly blonde Jeroff Hostodon.

"It's nice to meet the man himself, Richard Grimes, I'm Jeroff Hostodon." He smiled, shaking Rick's hand with a little pressure.

"It's just Rick." Richi murmured.

"Well, Just Rick." Jeroff started "I came here to talk about the death and the will or your grandfather, William Grimes."

"Wait woah woah woah." Rick began to walk away frantically, with his hands over his face and  mouth.

"Dead?" He jarred.
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I'm prolly gonna update later bc I have nothing other to do but wish I had frenz

The next update is gonna be supER LIT