Michonne's POV

I always had to use the bathroom around 1:47 A.M.

It's like a schedule. I always wake up at the exact same time to use the bathroom. The baby pushes against my bladder at the times when I'm most comfortable and that's the thing that drives me insane. It's all going to be worth it though.

I sit there for a little while staring at the ceiling, hoping that the need to use the bathroom would go away and I can continue sleeping...but it never does, so when the clock strikes two, I sit up and I glance over at Rick. He's such a beautiful human being when he's asleep and even when he's not. And, I can't help but to think -- he will always be beautiful to me, before and after our days have seen age and our two tired souls have been through it all, there will still be a fire sparking at the bottom of my heart for him and I'll never forget the way he looks when he sleeps, or how much I live for him even though It's the hardest thing for me to do at this time in my life, and I won't forget the way he lived for me.. everything he gave up and everything he gave in.. and I will never forget the way my bones made love to his every time he held me close.

At 2 a.m., in the middle of the night, my heart flutters a little faster and I fall all little in little in love with Rick Grimes again.

"Rick." I whisper, maybe only loud enough for me to hear "Rick?"

His body shifted and he tossed his arm over my legs.

"Baby." I lean over and kiss his forehead, his eyes fluttered open, "I love you." I smile.

"Mm, I love you more." He grunts, gripping my thighs like he didn't want to let go.

Somehow, I slip from his grip and wiggle off the bed. I tiptoe to the bathroom so I won't wake him. After I use it, I quickly flush the toilet, wash my hands and make it out in no time.

When I stepped out the bathroom, the room light was on and Rick was gone.

"Rick!" I shouted.

"I'm downstairs," he shouted back.

Strange. Rick isn't the one to be up at 2:00 A.M.

I gracefully walked down the stairs and glanced around. He was standing at the kitchen counter, a gallon of milk in front of him.

"Ew," I laughed, glancing at the milk mustache above his lip, "you drunk from the carton!"

"So?" He smiled "what you gonna do about it?"

"Put a lock on the fridge until you learn not to drink from the carton."

We both shared a laugh and I went over to the fridge to grab my Pedialyte.

"Why are you getting a drink of milk anyway?" I flipped around and stared at him distinctly while absent mindedly shutting the fridge with my hip.

"Can't sleep," he chuckled "that movie is messing with my brain."

"The Loving?" I laughed.

He nodded shyly.

"Aw, why?"

"I dunno. It just made me appreciate you even more for being such a woman." He chuckled. "And over the past year, we've been through so much racist shit."

"Yeah," I smiled-- even though it was no matter to smile upon. "Remember that time we went to the symphony in the park and the guy just snapped at us for no reason?" I shook my head "blah blah blah, us men ain't good enough for you?"

"Yes." Rick shook his head "I had to hold you back. I made you tell me about Mozart."

"Geez." I chugged my drink and wiped my mouth.  "I'm sorry I get rageful sometimes."

He nodded and smiled, "if I wasn't a cop, I'd have you let you beat him. Buut, I am so I would've had to take you and him downtown.. and then i would've had to handcuff myself and lock myself up cause I would've stomped him into the ground if he would've touched you. Though I know you can handle yours. Yours and then some."

I laughed thinking about the night I tackled Rick and he was about as confused as a baby.

"Do you remember when we met?" I chuckled, faintly.

"I saw the way you looked at me when I walked through the station's doors."

"I couldn't imagine the reason such a beautiful woman was walking through the doors of a jailhouse." He shrugged.

I shot him a look and he smiled absentmindedly.

"Fine." He leaned against the counter and sighed, "when you walked through that door..My vision went blurry and my blood pumped a little faster than normal and, the time on the clock slowed because I swear... I was completely smitten with you. I had never in my years seen someone's skin glow the way yours did. It was so dark but light in a way, and your eyes sparkled when you blinked.. your legs made me tumble over myself--"

"Hush." I stopped him, trying so hard not to blush "you're too much."

"Remember the first time I said I loved you?" He raised an eyebrow.

I nodded, remembering the way he broke down in the airport, running his scarred fingers through his curly hair.

"Yeah."

"I still can't believe you've stayed. I can't believe you put up with me."

"Why wouldn't I?" I approached him and wrapped my arms around his waist "we're the ones who live.. you said that."

"I remember. I said that the minute we found out you were pregnant. You were so scared but look at us now, living and what not."

His big hand reached from behind him and firmly rested upon my stomach, my  fingers placed on his.

"Rick?" I mumbled.

"Yes?"

"Let's go back to bed."

He rubbed his temple gently.

"Everything's going to be okay,"

Though I wasn't too sure myself.

"The doctor's appointment Is going to go great, okay?"

"Yeah." He smiled.