Rick's P.O.V

Dammit, why am I so freaking stupid?

Everytime I get close to someone,  I find a way to push them farther then where we started.
I had a bit too much to drink last night and I lost Michonne because of that, and I feel horrible. Incredibly bad.

I'm in love with her and I'd do anything to have her back but I bet she's long gone by now.

"I'm sorry about it." I sighed,  staring back at Jay and Carl as they listened deeply.

"Well go get her," Jay bellowed "apologize for your mistakes."

"I don't even know where she is at this moment," I groaned "she won't answer my calls or texts."

"Where do you think she'd go?" Carl asked, now perching upon his hospital bed.

"Far away from here, probably." Jay shrugged "If you know her well enough, you'd know she likes to run away from her problems."

"I do." I sighed "I dunno where to though."

"Well, all her family lives in Atlanta --"

"But she swore she'd never go back there." I barged in, cutting Jay off.

"Well if you'd let me finish, yo. I was gonna say, maybe shawty got crazy enough to go to California."

"Why would she go there?" Carl chuckled.

I thought for a moment, about all the things she's ever told me and that's when it hit me.

"Her parents!" I exclaimed, jumping out of my seat and grabbing my jacket.

Jay nodded and pursed his lips.

"Her parents live in California and knowing her, she is crazy enough to buy last minute plane tickets.." I panted.

"Go get her dumbass!" Carl shouted, but I brushed the curse words off.. very seldomly  he curses and it's usually not a serious matter.

"I can't leave you here."

"I'll be fine." He shrugged, glancing over at Jay.

"I've got him, Grimes."

(A/n: that was for my one fren who ships jarl. She knows who she is.)

I stared at both of them, anxious for me to get Michonne back..
Jay was on the edge of the bed beside Carl, he came a little early today so Carl could teach him chess. I don't know why, I think Jay is trying to join the school chess team for some college credits..

And Carl, he sat with his back against the bed, his eye patch over his right eye socket, and a little bit of hurt in his other.

Things haven't been going good for him, I mean, he lost his eye... and on another note, Ron broke up with him.

He said he just needed space, but I know it's cause Carl chose to be homeschooled from now on.. and because he has one eye..

"Alright!" I smiled, and with that, I ran out the hospital room, not shutting the door behind me.

Nope, no time.

I ran past doctors and nurses, anxious to get to the parking lot.
Anxious to get to my woman.

And once I finally reached my big black truck, nothing stopped me.
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Michonne's P.O.V

"You don't have any weapons on you, right Ma'am?" The guard smiled, as he took my suitcase from my hand.

"No." I sighed, just flat and plain, without a smile. All my happiness is gone.

"What about your little boy?" He asked, eyeing down Andre as he held tight to my hand.

"We don't." I nodded.

He proceeded to take our suitcases and place them upon a tread mill like machine, and sent them off to be checked.

The man then indicated for us to spread our arms so he could scan over us with his metal detector, but before he could, a loud, rowdy southern voice yelled my name from behind me.

"MICHONNE!"

I quickly turned around, I knew it was Rick but I couldn't believe he was here.. I was dumbfounded.

All the people in line began to stare at Rick and I could feel tears forming in my eyes from just staring at him.

In an instant, I quickly flipped back around in my best attempt to ignore him, but Andre had pulled away from me and ran toward Rick.

I glanced at them as they hugged in merriment, and my heart even broke a little.

Rick clutched tight to Andre and began to walk toward me.

"Michonne--"

"Rick, don't," I bellowed.

"Don't try to stop me. Just carry on with you life." I finished.

He reached out to me but I gently hit his hand away.

"Don't you go," he nodded "I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't fix the things you said." I shrugged.

"Yeah? Well I don't know if you know, but alcohol does that to you. It makes you say things you'll regret --"

"And that's your problem!" I shouted.

"I'll give it up then! I'll give up drinking, golfing, hunting-- even my job. I'd give it up for you, Michonne, anything you want."

"It's too late now.."

His expression faded to pure woe and all he could do was glance at the ground in shock.

"Mommy, can we please stay?" Andre asked, with his head cuddled on Rick's shoulder.

"No," I jarred "I can't stay here. I don't want to."

"You can't stand here and tell me I'm not what you wanted." Rick grinned. Not a happy or playful grin, but a rather despondent one.

"You are," I smiled back "well, were."

"Michonne c'mon, don't go. I'm sorry for whatever stupid shit I said, I didn't mean any bit of it."

"Forget us, you said."

"I didn't mean it, okay?!" He yelled "I can't forget you, Michonne, I am in love with you."

The word love left his mouth and I watched his pink lips part and purse as he realized what he just said. It had shocked ne and it sure as hell shocked him.

But he owned it. He nodded with confidence and placed his other hand on his hip, staring back at me with his sorrowful blue eyes.

Silence.. no one made a sound, no one even breathed...

Until a woman from the other side of the airport anonymously shouted, "girl you better get your man before I get him for you."

"You're not in love with me, you're in love with the thought of me. You're infatuated with m--" I began, only to be cut off.

"No!" He demanded "I'm in love with you, and I am in love with Andre and everything about you two. I love you and I, I can't stress it enough."

He loves me?...

I didn't know what to say because no one has told me that in a while..it felt to good but so wrong at the same time.

"I love you too, Rick. But I just need a little time."

"Time and space is just word made up by someone who's afraid to get too close, remember you said that?" He argued
"if you love me, don't go. Stay here with me, we'll go live in the house my grandfather left for me.. together. Me, you, Andre and Carl."

It all felt too fairytale like. My dreams of living with him and starting a family were happening, all cause he got a little too drunk last night.

"Why are you -- why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Move it!" Someone yelled from far behind.

"I'm trying to win my woman. over here!" Rick shouted back

The voice chuckled and mumbled loud enough for us to hear, "If you lost her bud, you've never had her."

"That's not true!" I said.

Rick's head shot back toward mine and he stared at me with desperate eyes.

"You've always had me."

"You'll stay?" He smiled.

He held his arm out to me, and Andre wrapped his arms around Rick's neck.

Without hesitation, I ran into his embrace, snuggling  myself into his broad chest, and the airport bursted out in applause

"You're my girl and I love you," he whispered "I'm glad I get to spend atleast one more day with you."