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Date Posted: Wednesday, August 01, 08:28:57pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 469+" on Wednesday, July 25, 06:47:58pm
“I think it is really cool that you are going to help another student like me,” Sabina gushed as she helped peel the potatoes that were for Potato Salad for the next day. Nikita looked at her daughter back to Reagan who was finishing up with the dinner dishes. Nikita had told Reagan that ultimately, it was Sabina’s decision that had to be made.
Sabina decided that it was ok for Reagan to help teach Max Campbell like she did her, even if Max was younger.
“I’ll talk to the principal tomorrow,” Reagan replied and Sabina continued to peel the potatoes as she kicked her feet about. Nikita looked at Reagan as Reagan was still fretting. “Jason cleared the parents, Reagan.”
“I know,” Reagan turned the water off and pulled the hand towel out. “I just have a lot of things on my mind right now.”
“Like Mick,” Sabina interjected and Nikita watched as Reagan turned bright red. Nikita smirked as she held her head to the side so Reagan didn’t see the response. “I do like what you have done with Mick… and what Mick has brought out in you, Reagan.”
“Stop it,” Reagan rolled her eyes as she tossed the towel on the counter. “Aren’t you done with those potatoes yet?”
“Rea-gan!” Sabina called out and Nikita chuckled. She was relieved to have moments like this after spending the past week looking for help for at the studio. Reluctantly she allowed Whitney to take on two interns that she wasn’t absolutely sure about having around. Nikita had narrowed down the Office Administrator position down to three possible candidates but none of them seemed to be a perfect fit right now.
“Nikita, when is my dad coming home?” Adam asked as he walked into the room and leaned against the door, still in his workout clothes from sparring with Davenport. Nikita knew that Adam was not happy with how Nikita was allowing Lisa to shadow her this weekend and he was going to have to get used to it – she was going to do that for the whole summer.
“I don’t know Adam. I told you during dinner that he said that he had to finish some tests,” Nikita replied and Adam groaned. “It was so much easier when his lab was here.”
Nikita pressed her lips together and looked at Adam. “We wouldn’t have had a place for Davenport to stay and Reagan wouldn’t have her place now.”
“There is a house across the street that is open. Maybe Reagan can move there now,” Adam retorted as he turned on his heels and left the room. Sabina dropped the potato and her chin started to quiver. “You can’t move Reagan! Not until you marry Mick!”
Nikita knew that this was Sabina’s newest obsession. Instead of nagging Nikita about being pregnant, Sabina had decided that Reagan and Mick had to get married and soon. She knew that Reagan hated it, but Nikita was relieved for the break from the focus being on her. In reality, it was probably just something that showed that Sabina was still a young girl and not as old as her intelligence would make someone think she was.
“I’m not moving… and I’m not marrying Mick. I’m barely dating him,” Reagan declared as she came over to the table and sat down, grabbing one of the potatoes. “You, little miss, wanted to help out but you are so slow…”
“I am not slow at peeling potatoes!” Sabina protested and Nikita nodded her head at Reagan at the smart way of distracting her daughter.
Nikita stood up and kissed the top of Sabina’s head. “I’m going to go work on those photos I took today… Remember, you have school tomorrow.”
“And you have work,” Sabina leaned her head back to look at her mother. Nikita kissed Sabina’s nose this time and moved down the hallway to find Michael walking in the door. Nikita walked up to Michael and wrapped her arms around her tired husband. “You just missed your son having a hissy fit.”
“Why is he only my son when he is acting up?” Michael inquired after kissing Nikita gently. Nikita dropped her hands and smirked. “Well, he is mad at me.”
“Because of Lisa,” Michael rolled his eyes. He was kind of sick of the games these teenagers were playing with each other and the teenaged years just started. “I can’t wait for him to find a new girlfriend.”
“Well, he is going out on a date tomorrow with Miranda Fellows,” Nikita shrugged her shoulders slightly. Michael was surprised about that. “Really?”
“Yes,” Nikita nodded her head but Michael caught her frown and knew that there was more to this. “But it was after he was talking to one of his friends about how Lisa was going out on a date with some Junior… so I don’t really think he is interested in Miranda.”
Michael wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her neck. “So it is a little like how you dated Gray…”
“Michael!” Nikita playfully smacked Michael and didn’t say anything else as he sighed against her neck. “Doesn’t matter, Kita… I got you now.”
Nikita leaned back into Michael’s arms and sighed. “Are you going to tell me what you are working on? Or let me help?”
“You are busy enough,” Michael chided his wife. He had been about to tell Nikita about what Nat had brought him when she started to explain to him how busy she was at the studio. He listened to her worries about bringing on interns and having to hire staff. Right then he offered to go back, because no matter what, Nikita mattered more. But Nikita insisted that it was ok that he needed to go back to the lab.
And Michael couldn’t let it touch her yet.
Maybe things would have been faster if he had told Nikita, but he didn’t care. He would put in the long hours because he was making some headway with the help of Jason so far. It was best this way. Bringing Nikita into a situation where she had to think about Section, he didn’t dare think about what that would do to her PTSD.
“How did we get so busy?” Nikita inquired and Michael shook his head. “I don’t know… will you sit with me while I eat dinner?”
“Sabina is in there… with Reagan…”
“Torturing Reagan about marrying Mick?”
“Oh yes…”
“Perfect,” Michael smiled as he kissed Nikita’s lips. He rubbed his hand along her neck and sighed. “We need some time alone… soon.”
Nikita growled in her throat and nodded her head as she touched Michael’s hip. “Oh yes… we do.”
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