Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in updating, but this chapter is very long and very... Well, I'll let you all decide. With what's going on in the world and specifically the United States, I think of this offering as an escape. Thanks for all of the reviews and all the support and interest in my take on this version of Richonne's story. It has been wonderful and truly appreciative!

"Let's not have this be emotional, okay?"

Michonne nodded, but Mike saying that meant he was on the verge of being emotional. She gave his hand a squeeze. With Mike minutes away from being transported to the airport and flown to the clinic in L.A., Andre was insistent on getting his dad a gift. Rick had volunteered to accompany Andre to the hospital gift shop while Michonne continued to the room. She had wanted to spend some time alone with Mike, and these minutes this morning would be her last opportunity to do so for a long time. She was going to miss him. "I won't be emotional if you won't," she said.

"Me? I'm - I'm… A little anxious and a little nervous," he confessed, glancing at his severely broken leg. "I bet you're feeling a little of that, too." His thumb brushed over her engagement ring. "You're getting married tomorrow."

"I know, right?" She managed to suppress the excited squee itching to get out. "I wish you could be there."

"I can't help it that you and Rick believe in long engagements," he cracked.

"Touche," Michonne replied, joining in Mike's laughter.

Somehow she and Rick had pulled this wedding together...mostly. A few flowers and an officiator is what they had in mind. Their parents and family knew, although her mother had conniptions to discover she couldn't throw something lavish at her country club and Michonne would be getting married at home. With the ceremony definitely happening at the house on Friday, Lynda insisted on taking care of the details as a wedding gift, and wouldn't take no for an answer. She flew in Tuesday afternoon, and hijacked their den. Denying them any access.

Sasha and Andrea were as giddy as could be about the news, and the boys couldn't be more excited. Even Rick's brother and sister, who Michonne had shared a couple of telephone and Skype conversations, would be in attendance. A family dinner was tonight at five, followed by bachelor and bachelorette parties immediately after. Tomorrow at six, she and Rick would be exchanging vows.

Long engagement? She smiled. Four days was a lifetime for her and Rick. They wouldn't be having a honeymoon yet, Rick had to work on Monday, but them being married and together with the boys to celebrate Carl's birthday was more than enough.

"My ribs are paying the price, but it feels good to laugh with you," Mike said.

"It is, and it's because you made it so."

"Come on, I'm not a perfect man, Michonne."

"Oh, I know. I mean, c'mon, you squeeze toothpaste from the middle of the tube and place empty orange juice cartons in the fridge," she said with an exaggerated groan. "Talk about exasperating. Ugh!" She laughed. "But you're still a stand-up guy, Michael Conner."

"Stand up? You say that with this leg?"

Michonne laughed. Mike's body was broken, but his wit was in perfect condition. "You know what I mean. My mother will always be one of your biggest fans."

"Lynda came by yesterday. We had a good talk. She's very excited about the wedding."

"She'd be more excited if I were marrying you."

"Me, too, but things are the way they're supposed to be with us, Michonne. We're in a good place, and I'm very happy about that."

"So am I. I'm going to miss you not being with us tomorrow, and after."

"I'm coming back. And, look, my presence isn't exactly necessary at your nuptials. While I'm happy for you and Rick, I'm also not a glutton for punishment, this still stings a bit. Besides, while you're saying 'I do,' I'll be dealing with a whole other kind of pain."

"This clinic is rigorous. I did some research."

"So you know I chose it because it's holistic. Being there won't just heal my body, it'll heal my heart and soul." Mike was in traction and choosing to fly across the country to continue recovering and to rehab his leg. Michonne knew it had to be about more than a physical recovery. She hated he was going and that she hurt him, but she wanted what was best for him, and this clinic was amazing. "Some healing has already started. Who knows, if I'm lucky, maybe one day I'll find the kind of love you and Rick have."

"You'll have it, and she'll be the lucky one."

"You really think so?"

"I know it, Mike." Michonne spoke with conviction and she meant it. She was marrying her soul mate tomorrow. If getting married wasn't enough of a surprise, loving someone as much as she did Rick and wanting nothing more than to spend her life as his wife truly was. If something Mike had always wanted for the two of them could happen for her, it would certainly happen for him. "She's coming."

Michonne turned at the knock on the door. "We're here," said Rick, entering with Andre. "You 'bout ready, Mike?"

"I am, but that's the question for you," Mike replied. "Time's winding down."

Rick kissed Michonne's cheek. "I know," he said, "and I'm absolutely ready."

"I got you something, Daddy." Andre rushed toward Mike with a light blue gift bag and climbed onto the chair he used while visiting. "Here," he said, extending his present.

"Thank you, buddy." Mike looked into the bag and then looked curiously at Andre. "You got this for me?"

"Chose it all by himself," Rick explained.

Andre nodded. "Yep."

Rick brought Michonne close and whispered, "Wait till you see it."

Mike pulled out a stuffed toy lion. "This is...great."

"I got him so you won't be sad or scared when you go. Lions are strong and king of the jungle," Andre said with a growl. "Kings are important, just like you, and you said you need to get strong. I can't go with you, but he can be your friend and keep you safe 'til you come home."

"That's a very thoughtful present, Andre," Michonne said, her heart swelling with pride at her clever little boy. She leaned in to Rick. "You really didn't help him?"

"Nope," Rick whispered. "Andre saw it and knew that was it. He's somethin' else."

"This is the perfect gift, son. Thank you. I will always keep him close." Mike pressed the lion to his neck, giving it a squeeze. "I already feel stronger. Leo is doing a great job."

"Leo." Andre nodded, smiling. "That's a good name."

"For a great new friend that came from the best little boy ever." Mike held out his arms. "Come here."

"Be careful," Michonne advised as Andre settled softly against Mike's chest.

"It's okay." Mike brought his arms around Andre. "He's fine."

"I'm gonna miss you, Daddy."

"Me, too I will miss you so much, but you gave me Leo, and just like he'll always be with me, you'll always be on my mind. My job will be to get stronger, and your job is to keep being a good boy for your mom and Rick. You're going to do that for me, right?"

Andre lifted his head and nodded. "Yes."

"Good. We'll video chat every day, and these three months will fly by. I'll be back before you know it."

"I wish you could see me carry the rings at the wedding. Carl's gonna be Rick's man."

Mike laughed. "Is he now?" he said, as Michonne and Rick stifled laughs.

"Uh-huh," Andre said.

"Tomorrow will be a big day for you and Carl and especially your mom and Rick. A very happy day. Daddy's sorry he can't be there, but I have to work on getting strong. That's really important. While I'm gone, you'll be getting more family who are gonna love you and take care of you forever. It will be so exciting. And I have a favor to ask."

"What?"

"You have to remember everything that happens tomorrow, so you can tell me all about carrying the rings, okay? I want to hear it all."

"Okay." Andre placed his head on Mike's chest. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, Andre." Mike held his son again. "I love you so much. Everything I do is for you, and to see that we're all happy." Mike kissed his cheek, smiling at Michonne and Rick. "We're all gonna be happy."

"Yes, we are." Michonne brushed away tears as Rick pulled her closer. "We all are."

Rick shook his head as he zipped his packed overnight bag. Michonne had insisted they not tempt fate, so after the family dinner she didn't want them to see each other until the wedding. Rick thought the sentiment was cute, but unnecessary. Sadly, with two and a half hours before the dinner, he still hadn't convinced her of that.

With Lynda picking up the wedding tab and appointing herself wedding planner extraordinaire, Michonne wasn't willing to take any risks. Rick was determined to give it one more shot, sensing he could get her to waver. He left the bedroom in search of his intended, figuring Michonne was making another futile attempt to peek into the den. That room was now like Fort Knox. There was a tarp on the entryway and the windows and glass on the French doors were all covered. They could only guess what was happening in there.

"Michonne," he said in a sing-song voice. "Babe, I really think we should…"

"You have lost your mind! The answer is no."

Rick froze midstep. Maybe he had lost his mind, but he didn't think she'd be that angry at his suggestion. Sure, he'd been trying to change her mind for days, but... Yeah, he'd probably pushed it. He continued to the kitchen, his hands raised in submission, only to find out she was on her phone.

"Stop talking, okay!" Michonne closed her eyes, blowing out long, deep breaths. "I'm not doing it." She ended the call and tossed her cell phone on the counter. "The hell!" She groaned.

"Wanna tell me who that was?" Rick massaged her tight shoulders, appreciative sighs accompanying the loosening knots at his fingertips. "Please don't say your mother."

"Worse than that. Sybil."

That explained Michonne's anger. "And she called why?" Rick asked.

"She wanted me to write a letter of support for her. Seems she's been brought up on disciplinary charges by the judge who overturned the order, and he shared his complaint with the State Bar of California, too. Gross misconduct. Her licenses to practice in both states are in jeopardy and she deserves it. Mike loves her, but I don't. She did this to herself, and I'm not about to help her."

He kissed the top of her head. "You'll get no complaints from me."

"Thanks for your magical fingers." Michonne turned in his arms and pecked his lips. "Now, what were you saying when you came in here?" she asked, draping her arms around his neck. "Oh, wait, let me guess…" She playfully rolled her eyes.

"Baby." Rick trailed kisses along her neck, palming her delectable bottom. "Tell me you've changed your mind."

Her soft purr and fingers in his hair, the erogenous zone she'd created the first time she'd touched his scalp, sent a direct call of attention to his cock. "No, I haven't," she murmured.

Rick whined. "You want us to be apart on the last night of our engagement? When all this is happening?" He pressed against her, letting her feel what she'd inspired. "We're getting married tomorrow."

"Mmm. Say that last part again."

Rick nipped her delicious, kissable lips and gazed deeply into her soulful brown eyes. "We're getting married tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." Michonne pulled up on her tiptoes and ravished his mouth with a kiss that was the equivalent to pouring accelerant on a flame. The suggestive suckling of her lips and swiping of her tongue giving an all too vivid picture of how she would handle 'all this.' "To be continued after you say 'I do.'"

"I do. I do. I do!" Rick declared, reaching for the button of her jeans.

"No, no, no." She swatted his hands away. "Tomorrow."

"C'mon, we can do this now." He continued his attempt at her button. "The boys are with our fathers planning the 'basher' party Andre's so excited about."

"'Basher party,' that's so cute." She chuckled. "But Mother's people are in the den."

His hands stopped. "Still?"

"Yes."

"How do you know?"

"I can hear them. Noah's in there, said he'll be sticking around until they leave around seven. It's why Mom chose the den over the dining room, for its larger size and access to entry from the patio. Besides, you can't disappoint the boys, they're looking forward to the sleepover with you, and Sasha's sleeping over tonight. My maid of honor and I are going to spend some girl time before I become an old married lady. Sorry."

"Me, too." Rick groaned, grudgingly accepting his hopes for private time were completely dashed. "Can we at least go to the dinner together?"

"Yes. The party's at Sasha's, she'll drive me back."

"Can I come by after the parties to say good night?" Her eyebrow arched curiously. Rick raised his hands. "Just a quick goodnight, before midnight, and I'll be good." He crossed his heart. "I promise."

She nodded and smiled. "Okay."

Rick nudged his head in the direction of the den. "What's she got happenin' in there?"

"Plans for the wedding her daughter deserves. I'm not superstitious, but we've had some surprisingly astonishing things happen since we got engaged. Carl's stunning Lori dream/vision, hmm?"

"I still can't get over that."

"I know, right? Lori speaking positively about me on top of Carl describing the Thanksgiving dress that he'd never seen before."

"Don't forget the little sister mention. Carl didn't know she was pregnant."

"Right!" Michonne bristled. "That was very eerie, but it would be over her dead body for Lori to say something nice about me." Rick snorted a laugh, but it was true. "God knows I've had my issues with her, but she did love Carl, and he needed that - whatever it was."

"A mother's love is a powerful thing. Look at Lynda. I'm not her first choice for you, but she's moving heaven and earth and a lot of William's money to give you something spectacular."

"To give us something spectacular." Michonne nibbled nervously on her lower lip. "I hope it's something spectacular and not something…" She groaned. "I don't know."

"I don't think you have to worry. I'm not Mike, but she cares too much about how things look to give this wedding anything but her all. This will be a good surprise. One you deserve, because you deserve the world."

"You've given it to me." The look of love in Michonne's eyes made Rick want to pinch himself. He didn't know how he got so lucky, but to see all the love he felt staring back at him, he knew he was. "I want to give it to you, too. Our new life together starts tomorrow, and you haven't said anything, but if you want to invite Shane…"

"Shane? Did Andrea say something?"

"No, but they are exploring things. He's moving away, but maintaining a relationship with Carl and your parents. He hasn't seen you brother and sister in years, and Jeff and Wendy are in town now, and with the stroke. If you want to invite him, it's okay. I was never afraid of him, just disappointed, and since he and Andrea are kinda together…"

"You want him at our wedding?"

"I want what you want."

"I have it. Shane is important to Carl and my parents, but tomorrow is about you and me." Rick kissed her adorned hand. "He's not important to me anymore, and he lost his chance at being a part of our happiness a long time ago. I don't begrudge him his. I'm glad he's getting well, and I hope this thing with him and Andrea works, but Shane and I have an understanding, and there's no place for him at our wedding."

"Our wedding." Michonne sighed. Her eyes brightened with her happiness. "I can't wait to be your wife, Rick."

"Neither can I, baby." He kissed her softly and brought her into his arms. Feeling happy and blessed to have such an amazing woman. "Neither can I."

"I needed that shower," Michonne said, returning to the living room in her 'Bride to Be' pajamas to find Sasha in her PJs inspecting the haul from the bachelorette party. She joined her cousin on the couch. This sleepover would be fun, but hopefully not as fun as that crazy, wild party. "How in the world was my mother and Claire coaxed into being okay with that?" Michonne returned the lid to the jumbo box of 'gifts' from her party. The police officer-themed gathering of rowdy women was nothing she'd expected. The two stripping cops not going full monty was one of the tamer aspects of the evening. Her mother and Rick's mom, sweet Claire, were just... Michonne shuddered. She saw sides of them she didn't know existed and wished she could forget. As did Wendy who Michonne had found a commiserating ally in the live version of "Mamas Gone Wild." Andrea, Deanna, Maggie, and Karen rounded up the guest list. "I still can't get over what I witnessed tonight."

"It was a blast, girl, and they didn't need any coaxing. My sister-in-law and Maggie twerking. That party was a good time." Sasha laughed, flipping the lid and reaching back in the box. "Your future mother-in-law's got some imagination," she said, pushing aside the blue dildo and pulling out its matching furry blue handcuffs. "And who knew Aunt Lynda could get down like that! You and Wendy got a reminder that your mothers are women who didn't get you two from a department store." Sasha giggled, twirling the cuffs around her finger. "Can I keep these? Rick already has a pair."

"No." Michonne returned the cuffs to the box just as the doorbell rang.

"Speak of the devil," Sasha said. "Do I need to make myself scarce?"

"No, he's just saying goodnight." Michonne hopped off the sofa. "You're fine."

"He could've done that with a phone call. We both know you two can't stay away from each other, so if I need to..."

"It's another reason for you to stay put, okay? Insurance." Michonne opened the door and greeted Rick with a smile. "Hey."

"Hey." Rick pulled her into his arms, devouring her lips with his. His tongue found hers, leading it in a tango that took her breath away.

"Ahem! Hello, Rick," said Sasha.

He broke the kiss with a cough and Michonne caught her breath. "Sasha, hey, I didn't - I didn't see you."

"No kidding."

"Yeah." He stroked Michonne's cheek. "Did you enjoy your party?"

"Uhm, it was enjoyable, sure," Michonne said, grinning. "Very entertaining."

"What does 'entertaining' mean?" His head tilted. "Strippers?"

"It means you'll find out more details and see some of my gifts tomorrow night." Her gaze swept longingly over him. His perfect lips puffier from their kiss. Rick was so damn sexy. "Be ready." She poked his chest. "How was your party?"

"With a four and nine-year-old in attendance, it was different. Good clean fun. Go Fish, BINGO, root beer, and bubble gum cigars. And since no 'basher' party is complete without bashing, we watched Thor."

"Thor?"

"Uh-huh?"

Sasha giggled. "Loads of fun, huh?" she quipped.

"Tons. There was an explicit adult's only shadow puppet competition between Glenn and Noah when the boys crashed." Rick laughed. "That was different, too. Tyreese and Ezekiel can tell you all about it. Since I'm not the typical bachelor, I thought it was great." Rick curled his arm around Michonne's waist and twirled his finger around a loc. "I left the boys with our brothers, and since I think Jeff and Noah wanna go out and find more age-appropriate fun, I'm gonna head back." He sighed. "I can't wait to see you walking toward me in that secretive den." He brushed his lips against her. "I love you."

"I love you." She pecked his lips. "Good night. Kiss Andre and Carl for me."

"I will. Good night." He backed out the door. "Good night, Sasha."

"Bye, Rick," Sasha said with a wave.

After Rick stole another kiss, Michonne closed the door, sighing against it. "God, I love that man." She floated to the sofa and tucked herself in the corner of the armrest, hugging a pillow.

"I thought you were crazy when you told me about him, especially when I saw him race in your office calling for you, but you never doubted your feelings, even as messy as it all was. Look at you now. In less than twenty hours, Rick is going to be your husband. Are you nervous?"

"No. I'm happy and lucky. I know it sounds hokey, but finding Rick and the love we have is a miracle, Sasha. I loved Mike, he's still very important to me, but I was never going to marry him. I thought I didn't want marriage, although I was fully committed. But Rick..."

"Yeah, I know, he's your Big Ben. The bell is tolling, cousin. You'll soon be Mrs. Rick Grimes."

"With all of our family and those we love most to share it with us." Michonne's heart skipped a beat. She didn't even care what her mother had done to the den, whatever it was wouldn't matter. Happiness had taken root and it was unmoving. She had the perfect dress and more importantly the perfect man. "Tomorrow."

Rick adjusted the knot of Carl's tie. The three-piece beige suit with a chocolate brown tie, pocket square, and shoes was a miniature replica of Rick's. It seemed the perfect choice for the wedding considering he was wearing his uniform when he met Michonne. "How are you feeling, son?" he asked.

"I'm supposed to be asking you that," Carl replied.

Rick laughed. "You've been studying up on your best man duties." He rubbed Carl's shoulders. "I'm feeling ready." Rick took a turn around Michonne's office where Lynda had tucked him and Carl when they'd arrived just a half hour before. She was keeping that den a secret to him and Michonne until the final moment, which was less than five minutes away now. Going a whole day without seeing Michonne had been torture, but the wait was almost over. Andre, looking dashing in the chocolate brown suit and beige tie Rick had chosen for him, had just been escorted out by Jacob, so time was drawing nigh. "You're not nervous?"

"Nope. This is an early birthday present. We're becoming a forever family with Michonne and Andre. I remember the way you were when you came home the day you met her. How happy you were. Now, we're all happy together. Last night, Grandma Lynda told me about losing her mom."

"She did?" There was a lot of mingling at the dinner, everybody getting to know each other, but Rick didn't think such an intense conversation had happened.

"Yeah. She wasn't my age, she was older, but it was a good talk. She's a different kind of cool from Michonne, but she's cool, too. She wants me and Andre to come to Connecticut in the summer. Can we?"

"That can happen, sure." He and Michonne needed to take a honeymoon, and summer would work for him. Give him more time to plan something amazing. "Sure you're okay?"

"Uh-huh. Mom's being gone still feels weird, but I know she's happy, finally, and that makes me feeling happy feel good, you know?"

"I do, son, I do."

Carl smiled. "That's good practice, Dad. Say it again."

Rick drew a breath and squared his shoulders. "'I do.'"

"Yeah, you're ready."

"Good. Got the rings?"

"Right here." Carl tapped his right side pocket. "Why do I have the rings if Andre is the ring bearer?"

"Because the ring bearer's rings are a symbol of the wedding. They represent the importance of the ceremony. Your rings are a symbol of the marriage. Our union."

"Oh." Carl shrugged. "Okay."

Rick didn't know if what he said was true, but it sounded good, and Carl seemed to accept them, and that's what mattered. He and Michonne wanted both boys involved in the ceremony, and Andre was four, so ring bearer was the choice.

They turned at a knock on the door. "It's time to take your places," said Noah.

"We're marrying Michonne now?" Carl said.

"Yep." Rick sucked in a breath. He was so ready. "We're marrying Michonne."

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Michonne smiled at her reflection in the full-length mirror as Lynda and Sasha looked on. The crème-colored embroidered lace creation had long sleeves and a sweetheart bodice that covered just enough not to be scandalous. Floor-length, with a hint of a sweep train, and curve-accentuating, the dress was sexy, yet tasteful, and would blow Rick away. Especially the split on the left side that showed a whole lot of leg. It was a home wedding, but she was only getting married once, and this was the dress she wanted to do it in.

A stylish updo, accessorized with decorative bridal hair pins, showcased the diamond and pearl earrings, something borrowed, from Lynda. Her engagement ring, the dress, and the garter were the old, new, and blue that covered the good-luck bridal tradition. Michonne was feeling very lucky. Her parents hadn't argued once. They even managed to get along without sniping at the dinner last night. Everyone was on their best behavior, and it seemed effortless.

"Baby, you look absolutely radiant." Lynda pressed her hand to her chest, beaming. "A very beautiful bride."

"You are stunning, Michonne," Sasha concurred. "Rick already loves you to pieces, but his jaw will drop when he sees you in that dress."

"That's the reaction I'm going for. You both look sensational, too."

Michonne and Rick had no input in the details of the wedding, just the attire, but she wanted Sasha and all the guests to wear fall colors with the season ending in mere weeks. Sasha's flowing orange dress and her mother's auburn cocktail dress were perfect splashes of color.

"Autumn colors were a good idea, and believe me, I do listen to what you say." Lynda motioned to Sasha who stepped out of the room and returned with two bouquets of red, yellow, and orange roses, lilies, and carnations with complementing foliage and ribbons. The largest of which she handed to Michonne.

Michonne gasped. "It's...it's perfect," she said, breathing in the fragrant scent. "My goodness."

"Yes." Linda closed an arm around Michonne's waist as she stared at their reflection. "Now, the look is complete." She sighed, reflectively. "My baby is getting married." She sniffled and then quickly shook her head. "No, no, I'm not going to ruin my makeup. Not before I take my seat."

"Of course not," Michonne replied with a little chuckle, blinking back tears.

"I'll bring in your father and Andre and tell Noah to get Rick into place. It's that time."

"Thank you, Mama, for everything."

"You're welcome, sweetheart." Lynda cupped Michonne's cheek. Michonne sighed, nuzzling her mother's warm hand. Maybe it was getting married, but she didn't realize how much she needed this attention from her mom. "This last week has been a whirlwind, high highs and some unfortunate lows with Sybil, but I want you to have your heart's desire, Michonne. I want this wedding, this night, to be everything you could ever dream."

"So far, so good."

"It's going to get better, I promise. You're the best thing I've ever done. My first baby. I can be hard, but never doubt how much I love you."

Michonne nodded. "I don't, and I know." She fanned her face. "You're going to make me cry."

"A teary face wouldn't matter to Rick. These last few days have been good. Being around him and seeing how he is and the way he looks at you. That gorgeous ring." Linda glanced at Michonne's hand. "No, he doesn't have a corner office or high six-figure income, but he can put a smile on your face and happiness in your heart, and even I know that's something money can't buy. In the case of your wedding, there are many things it can buy and make happen," she said with a pleased smile. "It's time to bask in my creation before you steal the thunder." With a wave, Lynda departed.

The cousins clasped hands and squealed like teenagers. "I take it you're ready?" Sasha said.

"I've been ready from the day I met him."

The door opened following a quick knock. "I understand someone wants her dad…" Jacob's words trailed as his eyes fell on Michonne. He sighed, arms crossed against his mahogany-colored suit. "My goodness."

Andre rushed past Jacob and into the room, disrupting the building tender exchange. "Mommy, you look brootiful," he said, wrapping his arms around her legs.

"Thank you, baby." She kissed his nose as he looked up her.

"Can I be with Rick and Carl? They went-they went to the den. Can I go?"

"Soon, sweetie." She rubbed his back. "You have to carry the pillow with the rings. Remember how you told Daddy?"

"Uh-huh." He nodded.

"Where's your pillow?"

"Uncle Noah."

The door opened with another knock, bringing the sound of a lovely string version of "The Wedding March." Michonne's heart raced. It was finally happening.

Noah popped his head inside. "Sasha, Andre, it's time." Noah cat-called. "You look great, sis."

"Thank you, Noah."

Sasha took Andre by the hand. "It's time for us to make our walk," she said.

"I'll see you soon," Michonne remarked, raising her bouquet.

"Ninety seconds," Noah specified, checking his watch. "Mom has this timed to the second. She and Dad are following Mr. and Mrs. Grimes in right now, and Rick and Carl are already in place. You and Dr. Rameau have a minute and a half before you need to be outside the den, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

The three left and the door closed.

Jacob released a breath. "This is it." He shook his head, tears glistened in his eyes. "You haven't been a little girl for a long time, but I look at you as this gorgeous bride and all I see is the beautiful baby I cradled in my arms. The idea of 'giving' you away."

"See it as escorting me to a lifetime of love and happiness."

"I know how Rick feels for you. Is he it for you, baby?"

"He's everything, Daddy."

Jacob kissed her hand and curled it around his arm. "Let's take this walk."

Rick remained stunned from the amazing transformation of their den to this wedding dream. He'd spent hours in this room, and as currently staged, nothing about it was familiar. He expected flowers and candles, but Lynda had brought those things and more. She'd brought her country club to this den, and it was beautiful.

Waiting under the canopy altar at the center back wall, Rick took in the full effect. A bountiful array of flowers bordered the canopy and gathered the crème, burgundy, and brown chiffon panels that draped the four canopy poles and the walls of the room in sweeping loops. Small flower bouquets and candles decorated the spacing between each loop. He gazed up to a crystal chandelier and clear lights crisscrossing the colored panels of the tenting, giving the appearance of twinkling stars in the slightly darkened room. Orange, Michonne's favorite color, dominated the color scheme of the blooms, mostly roses, her favorite flower. His boutonniere was an orange rose accented with the colors in the room, and an orange aisle runner, edged with greenery and clear lights, separated two rows of eight covered chairs for the fifteen family members and friends in attendance.

Pedestals in three corners of the room housed floral candelabras. The flickering flames seemed to sway in harmony to "The Wedding March" being played by the cello, harp, and violin trio tucked in the remaining back corner. Rick looked at Carl and then glanced at his beaming parents as they entered and joined his siblings on the front row. His father flashed a thumbs up and his mother wiped happy tears. Rick smiled. It was good to have his whole family here to share in his happiest day. His parents has been lifesavers for him and Michonne this last week.

Rick gazed across the aisle at Lynda as she settled down with William. He mouthed an earnest 'thank you' to which she nodded and covered her heart. She could be a pill, but she did love Michonne, and this room and her caring with Carl showed it.

The officiate, who introduced himself as Rev. Hosea Danner when Rick arrived on the scene, touched Rick's shoulder. "How are you holding up, son?" he asked with his distinctive New Orleans accent. There was something familiar about the man, but Rick couldn't put his finger on it.

"I'm good, Rev. Danner. Just ready to marry the love of my life."

"Any second now." The man motioned to the entrance.

Rick looked straight ahead as a grinning Sasha made her way down the aisle carrying a bouquet that was a smaller representative of the many surrounding them. Her eyes met Ezekiel's as he smiled with pride. Rick suspected there might be another wedding before the end of next year. Seconds later, to a chorus of sighs and little chuckles, Andre traipsed down with a speedy walk, the pillow swinging in his hand, and planted himself between Rick and Carl.

"Mommy and Grandpa are coming," Andre announced with a loud whisper.

"I know," Rick replied, gently squeezing Andre's shoulder and giving the top of his head a kiss. "You did good."

Carl tapped Andre's back. "Didn't look scared at all," he said.

"I wasn't." Andre smiled. "It was fun."

The musical trio ended the processional and began to play "Can't Help Falling in Love," as Michonne approached with her father and stopped at the entryway. Rick's breath caught and throat tightened. He'd always been amazed by Michonne's beauty, but he'd never seen her more stunning. She was an absolute vision in that dress. His eyes burned, and he knew there would be no stopping his tears. He couldn't help falling in love with Michonne, and he loved her so much, it almost stopped his heart with its fullness.

The tune transitioned to a harp solo of "Here Comes the Bride" as puffs of orange, red, and yellow rose petals emerged from the greenery along the aisle runner, dusting the path. Lynda had thought of everything. With a tap to Michonne's hand curled around his arm, Jacob escorted her down the aisle.

Michonne hoped a loud sob wouldn't escape, but her tears couldn't be dammed. She'd never imagined her den, while a large room, could look like this. The details, the colors, the music, her family and friends, her boys, and Rick. Rick. He looked so handsome in that suit. Everything and everyone that made her happy was in this room right now, and she was overwhelmed. Who knew her mother could do this? She was an art history professor, she knew colors, but she also knew a lot more than Michonne gave her credit for. The previous song was perfect. Michonne couldn't help falling in love with Rick. Many thought their love was foolishness, but here they were, at their wedding. She was the bride, and now she was coming to her groom.

As she edged closer to her beloved, Michonne took in all the smiling faces. Rick's parents and siblings. Tyreese and Karen, Maggie and Glenn, and Andrea dabbing tears after receiving a handkerchief from the always noble Ezekiel. Deanna's little nod of encouragement, and William rubbing her mother's shoulder as she quietly wept provided support to her emotional parents. It seemed William was misty, too, but that might be due to the price tag of this wedding. Michonne had spotted at least two dozen orchids sprinkled among the dozens of other flowers around the room. Good thing her stepfather was extremely wealthy.

Leaning forward, Michonne kissed her mother's cheek. "Thank you for this. It's beyond my wildest dreams."

"I was happy to do it," Lynda replied.

"Yes, we were," William added.

"Go on, your man is waiting."

Michonne continued on her father's arm. Her tears streamed faster. She wondered if someone could die from happiness. Her heart had never felt so full.

Rick sighed breathlessly when they stopped before him. His teary gaze swept over her. "You are so, so beautiful."

"And you're just as handsome." Michonne sniffled. "I love you."

"I love you," he said, leaning forward for a kiss.

A throat cleared. "Not yet," said a voice that Michonne hadn't heard in three years.

She looked over Rick's shoulder and gasped. "Rev. Danner?" How did she not notice him?

"Hello, Michonne, it's been a long time."

"You know Michonne?" Carl asked.

"Yes."

"How did…" Michonne began. She'd only visited the church a couple of times since her grandmother died. Going back to New Orleans didn't feel the same, but this man was a huge part of her summer memories.

Her father rubbed her back. "Your mom can't be the only one to give you a nice surprise." Jacob kissed her cheek. "What could be better than your Grandma's pastor performing your wedding ceremony?"

"Nothing," she said, hating that she didn't think of it herself when she suggested her mom find a justice of the peace. Wanting to feel her grandma near, Michonne wore the cherished initial pendant. But being married by Rev. Danner, her grandmother's spiritual advisor for the thirty years he'd been at the church, was very special. He and his wife were like children to her granny. "Nothing at all."

"That's what I thought, so I convinced Lynda to let me do this, and I flew him in from New Orleans."

"That's why you seemed familiar," Rick said. "I saw you in a group picture with Grandma Lillian."

"Michonne's grandmother was a wonderful woman," replied Rev. Danner.

"Thank you, Daddy." Michonne kissed her father's cheek.

"Yes, Doctor, thank you," Rick concurred.

Jacob gave Michonne's hand to Rick. "Take care of my baby."

"I will forever, sir. I promise."

Jacob took the chair next to Deanna as Rick and Michonne faced the pastor and locked fingers. Andre moved between Michonne and Sasha, his brown eyes dancing happily.

"I guess we're all in our places now," said Rev. Danner, with a pat to Andre's head. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this evening to join Richard Grimes and Michonne Rameau in the holy estate of matrimony. I have known Michonne since she was a little girl, so being here gives me a specific joy." He turned to Rick. "Young man, you've got yourself a good one."

"The best." Rick leaned forward and whispered, "I prefer Rick to Richard."

Following a subtle nod, Rev. Danner opened the book he carried while Rick and Michonne gazed lovingly at each other. "Ordained by God in Eden and confirmed in Cana of Galilee by the presence of the Lord Himself, marriage is declared by the inspired Apostle Paul to be honorable among all men. Therefore, it is not to be entered into lightly or unadvisedly; but reverently, soberly and in the fear of God. It is into that holy estate that Rich - Rick and Michonne come to be joined. If anyone here can show just cause why they should not be lawfully wed, let them now speak or forever hold your peace."

Rick and Michonne each peered over their shoulders to the giggles of the crowd.

"I think we're okay, Reverend," Michonne said. If Lori were still alive that would be something else, but now it was a quick moment of levity for this very happy but serious occasion.

"Yeah, we're good," Rick agreed, squeezing her hand.

"Please join hands." said Rev. Danner.

Michonne passed her bouquet to Sasha and held both Rick's hands, losing herself in those eyes of blue. In the love she felt for him. "Do you, Rick, take Michonne to be your wife? Do you promise to live with her according to God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony? Do you promise to love and cherish her as a devoted husband for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, from this day until your last?"

"I do," Rick answered, staring deeply and lovingly into her eyes. "Forever, I do."

"Michonne, do you take Rick to be your husband? Do you promise to live with him according to God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony? Do you promise to love and cherish him as a devoted wife for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, from this day until your last?

"Yes, I do." She nodded. "I absolutely do."

"The rings."

Carl reached into his pocket. "Here they are."

Andre raced over and held out the pillow. "I have to carry 'em, Carl."

The witnesses chuckled.

"Okay." Carl placed the rings on the pillow and nudged his head at Rev. Danner. "Take the rings over."

With three tiny, slow steps, Andre presented the pillow to the reverend.

"Thank you, young man. Both of you," he said, as Andre returned to his spot.

"You're welcome," the boys replied in unison.

"They're a good team," Michonne murmured. "We are."

"The best," Rick replied, as they returned their attention to the officiate.

"A ring is a symbol of eternity, with no beginning and no end. In marriage, this circle is a symbol of the love given that comes back to you over and over and for forevermore." Rev. Danner handed the smaller ring to Rick. "Repeat after me," he said. "I, Rick..."

"Uh, Reverend," Rick interrupted. "I wanna say my own vows, if that's okay?"

"It's your wedding, son. Speak from your heart."

"My heart." Rick brought Michonne's hand to his lips. "Michonne, you are my heart. You are so kind, smart, funny, nurturing, and so beautiful. Your honesty blows my mind." He stroked her cheek. "The moment I met you, and I looked into your eyes, I knew I'd found - me. You were the part of me I didn't know I'd been missing. You make me better. You make me whole. Our love, our love has been so easy, but getting here, to this now, the day I make you my wife... Well, we've earned this."

She nodded, sniffling. "Yes, we have."

"You and Andre have joined Carl as the center of my world. The people I love most. 'We're marrying Michonne.' That's what Carl said before we walked out, and that he and I and you and Andre will become a forever family. I promise to spend the rest of my life keeping this family, our family, happy and safe. I'm not rich, but I vow to provide your every need and to love you through whatever comes our way. You are my partner in this life, and these hands will always be there to hold you, comfort you, lift you up, and love you until my final breath." He slipped the ring on her finger. "I love you, Michonne, and I will cherish, honor, and adore you now and forever."

Michonne received the ring from the pastor and stared into Rick's teary eyes. "Before I met you, I never imagined I would want this," she said, looking around. "I knew love, and I was happy, but you, without breaking a sweat, showed me a truer love and more blissful happiness. Feeling so much for you so fast scared me, but I couldn't deny it was true and real. In one moment, one look, you etched a forever place in my heart with my Andre. And when I met Carl, he joined the two of you right there." Michonne smiled at the boy she loved like he was her own. Carl smiled back. He was hers. "Rick, you are my truest friend, my most loyal confidante, and my dearest love. On this day, I vow to stand with you as we raise our family, comfort you, laugh and cry with you, and honor you as my husband from now until my dying day." She slipped the ring on his finger as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I love you, Rick, and I'm yours always."

Rev. Danner held his hand over Rick and Michonne as their hands clung together. "Let us pray," he said. "I pray God's blessings upon you, Rick and Michonne. That the love you've shown the assembled and share with each other and your family continues to sustain you in the years to come. That your life is fruitful and blessed in all ways. Amen."

"Amen," replied Rick, Michonne, and the assembled.

"We have witnessed Rick and Michonne commit to be loving and loyal to each other with the exchanging of vows and giving and receiving of rings. As such, I am pleased to pronounce them husband and wife." Whoops, claps, and whistles erupted. "What God hath joined together, let no man put asunder. Rick, you may kiss your - bride."

Rev. Danner didn't have to get the words out before they had initiated sealing the deal. She and Rick had shared countless kisses, the first at the cabin was magical, but this kiss, their first as husband and wife, was like their first meeting. Powerful and life-changing. Lightning struck, fireworks exploded, and the earth moved.

Michonne parted her lips, granting Rick's tongue the access it demanded. His arms curled around her waist, holding her close. Her fingers threaded his silky curls. Their sighs of pleasure mingled. Rick dipped her as they continued the kiss, a fiery celebration of their forever tie.

A clearing throat, Andre's giggles, and Carl's groan and mumble of "Oh, brother," preceded Michonne's return to an upright position and her awareness that she and Rick were far from alone. The kiss ended.

"Finally," Rev. Danner muttered. Michonne's cheeks burned, but discomfort made way for desire from the promises of later flaming in Rick's eyes. Her husband's eyes. They were married. She pecked his lips once more, and hand in hand they faced their friends and family to a louder eruption of applause. "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Rick Grimes."

Author's Note: We're almost at the finish line. There is one more chapter to go.

~Thanks for reading!~