(I'm sorry in advance for this shit chapter)

It took me a day to fully sober up. Michonne fed me alot of bread and helped me with my major headache and soon enough, I felt fine.

"Do you want more water?" She asked, grabbing my glass from the night stand.

I grabbed her hand and placed the glass back down.

"No. Thank you, sweetheart."

"Anything else you want?"

"Put on some comfortable shoes, we're going out."

"Why? Aren't you a little hung over." She chuckled.

"No, I don't know. It's just we haven't had a date night in a while, plus the boys are gone  so why the heck not." I chuckled.

She nodded agreeingly, a sly smile across her face.

"Any place in mind?" She trailed off to the other side of the room to get her shoes.

"Maybe see a movie?"

"Ooo!" She exclaimed "Ooooo!"

"What?" I laughed.

"There's this new movie out, uh, I think it's called 'The Lovings' or something like that. Sasha and Abraham went to see it.. they said it was amazing."

"What's it about?"

"It's about an interracial couple in the old days.. how they fought for their marriage license but instead they got kicked out of their state and a ton of hate. I really want to see it. Sasha says it has a powerful message."

That's how it used to be around king's county. That's how I was raised. When I was younger, if I ever thought I would be with a black lady then I'd be insane. I guess fate's got a mind of its own.

"Yeah." I nodded "we can go see that. Anything you want."

She squealed anxiously and ran to the closet that was filled with 89% her clothes. I mean, I have a shirt or two in there. She has so many clothes.

I got up and went to browse through my clothes until I finally decided on a blue plaid shirt, khakis and my cowboy boots with blue lining. After she took a shower (even though we took one together this morning), s

he decided on a loose white top, with high waisted jeans that emphasized her leg muscles, and white sandals.

We met at the front door. Her face lit up with the biggest smile when she saw me. It was like she fell in love again.

"Damn." She nodded her head "how did I ever get you?"

"I should be asking the same."

I grabbed her hand and we interlocked our fingers tightly, and without further ado, we made our way out the house and into my big, redneck truck.

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Michonne's P.O.V

We had to wait in Rick's car for a solid hour until the movie started, which we had no problem doing because talking to each other is the best thing we can do. Of course when it was time to get out the truck, he literally picked me up out the seat so I wouldn't hurt myself getting down from such a height. He's so cautious with me but I love him for it.

"You can put me down." I giggled.

He placed me down and wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked into the movie theater together like we were the best couple to ever walked planet Earth.

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The movie was incredibly beautiful, meaningful and sad. It was beautiful because--- damn. It resembled Rick and I so much, and it was meaningful because it taught us to ever see each other for color, though I already knew that, and it was so damn sad because of the tragic death toward the end.

Some of the things that the people said to the Lovings in the movie hit me at home. It reminded me when the kids in my school days (even college) would make fun of me because of how dark my skin is. But Rick, he would squeeze my hand a little bit tighter-- and soon enough, at one part, I looked over and he was crying his eyes out.

When we left the theater, we walked in silence. We didn't know what to say to each other until we got into the truck.

And still, he stared out the window.

"You want me to drive?" I whispered.

"No." He mumbled, then he turned toward me and bit his lip haphazardly, slowly revealing a smile.

He rested his hand upon my thigh and gripped me a little tighter.

"Just know that... I've got no reason to doubt you." He chuckled faintly "and certain things hurt but you're my only virtue but I'm virtually yours."

I nodded. I could read between the lines of what he means when he said certain things hurt.  It was Lori.

"And there's certain things that I adore about you. Like the way your lips form a heart when you smile, and all the dark pigments in your skin, the way you tell me you love me at 2 am when I'm light sleeping and you're wide awake." He smiled "there's certain things that I adore about you. Like when you get angry at me but still show your slightest bit of mercy. When you throw my damn hat at me and call me stupid, I still love it because I love you and I am so certain that I'm yours."

"I love you too." I smiled, trying so hard not to cry but my tears were already forming in my eyes.

"And I don't care who agrees with our decisions. I'm going to make sure you are the happiest woman alive and I'm gonna keep you safe out here in this world cause right now, things are crazy and all I can do is protect you with all I have. You, and Andre and our soon to be. You won't ever feel like you don't belong."

"I know I  belong." I ran my hand along his jaw and his lip quivered like a puppy.

"I love you." He leaned his forehead against mine, and for a solid minute-- we sat like that in front of the theater.