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Date Posted: Saturday, August 25, 07:47:06pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 469+" on Wednesday, July 25, 06:47:58pm
Michael was drained, but Nikita had finally fallen to sleep and he was sure that it was because of pure exhaustion. After those first couple hours, Michael had stopped his own tears from hearing about Nikita’s worries, but that didn’t stop Nikita’s tears. While he wanted to curl up beside his sleeping wife, he had things to do for the morning.
He didn’t even care what the clock said. It was time to act and act now.
It was as he was slipping out of the bed that he felt his muscles aching from all of the tension and worry. It was also when he worried about what had gone on with Sabina. There was no way that she didn’t hear something going on in their room and he hoped that Sabina hadn’t heard about Nikita possibly being pregnant.
Michael knew that it had to be confirmed but Michael didn’t doubt Nikita’s instincts.
Sabina would be overjoyed and wouldn’t understand what Nikita was going thru, and therefore what her father was going thru.
Michael felt sick to his stomach that he didn’t think about it hitting Nikita this hard. He knew that it would be difficult, but this wasn’t what he had imagined. He doubted that this one night would be enough for Nikita. She was scared to her core and Michael knew that it couldn’t be shoved into a mental box and planted far far away.
Opening the door, Michael saw Reagan leaning with her head back against the wall, looking towards their door. Michael blinked his eyes and rubbed his hand over his face. “What time is it?”
“Just before six… Sabina came downstairs around midnight,” Reagan spoke as she pushed up and stood up. “After I got her to go to sleep… I came up.”
Reagan watched as Michael paled even more. “Your room doesn’t hide the screams and the crying… but words are muffled… So whatever was going on…”
Michael exhaled as he didn’t realize that he had been holding his breath. Clearly Sabina didn’t know. He swallowed several times as he leaned back against the wall right beside the closed door to their room. “So Sabina…”
“Did what we taught her to do when Nikita has PTSD flashes,” Reagan nodded her head up and down. “But that wasn’t what was going on.”
“I can’t…” Michael rasped as he swung his head from side to side. He looked towards the closed door and Reagan rubbed her hands together. Michael looked up and down the hallway and blinked. “You didn’t call anyone?”
“I figured if you felt that you needed someone more, you would have done that yourself or somehow got me,” Reagan spoke as she lifted her shoulders in a slight shrug. “I guessed right, right?”
Michael nodded his head up and down. Reagan swallowed as she watched Michael look at the door again. He didn’t want to go far. “I can go get the portable phone… and a cup of coffee. I put that on to brew about a half hour ago.”
“Thank you,” Michael rasped as he rolled his shoulders back and winced with the pain. He shook his head. “I can’t call…”
“Yes you can,” Reagan firmly spoke as she walked down the hallway and then stopped. “She is ok, right?”
“Will be,” Michael nodded his head as he walked down the hallway and then stopped. He had many conversations with Nikita on the landing just a few steps below and he would still be able to hear if she woke up in the room.
Reagan started down those stairs and stopped. “I’ll go back to my room afterwards… check on Sabina… keep her occupied if she would wake up.”
Michael didn’t sit on the landing, but he sat on the stairs and rubbed his face. He allowed himself the time to compose himself from everything. But he couldn’t think too much. He had a job to do right now.
Soon the coffee and phone were in his hands and Reagan was gone. The house was almost eerily silent and he found his heart pounding. He felt queasy as he thought about how he had even offered Nikita the option to end this pregnancy. It wasn’t what he wanted until he saw how broken apart that she was. He wasn’t sure if that would be something that she could live with doing, but he saw how heartbroken she was and it was killing him to see that pain. Nikita didn’t deserve more pain.
He finally dialed the number and listened to the hallow rings on the other side. “Michael?” Ellie picked up way too quickly. “Hi Ellie…”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m going to need you to come over here this morning….” Michael spoke with a voice that was too metered but he didn’t know how else to say it.
“Later?” Ellie was confused.
“Nikita just went to sleep… and I want her to sleep,” Michael explained as he frowned, knowing that he wasn’t giving the doctor the answers that she wanted. But he hadn’t called that house just for Ellie. “Please, Ellie… I haven’t slept and Nikita just went to sleep… and I don’t… no, I can’t discuss what is going on over the phone.”
“Michael…”
“I need to talk to Davenport,” Michael interrupted as he rubbed the back of his neck. He heard the groan as he knew that the doctor was not happy with what he was providing, but he was doing what he needed to do.
“Yo, Michael…” Davenport answered and Michael shook his head. “You are awake.”
“I got an early morning shoot… Nikita should know that… it’s a charity run…”
“I’m calling because I need some help covering her assignments today…. She isn’t going to be able to do the two.”
“Ah, that’s three,” Davenport corrected and Michael shook his head. If she was pregnant as they both believed, that was going to have to change.
“No worries, Michael,” Davenport continued to talk and Michael jerked his head out of his worries of Nikita’s busy schedule. “How? I know that you have a thing tonight…”
“When Nikita went home early yesterday, Whitney called me…” Davenport explained. “We’ve been trying to get Nikita to bring on another full time photographer. Whitney has one…”
“What does this have to do with covering Nikita today?” Michael interrupted Davenport with a snap.
He heard Davenport sigh loudly. “I’m sorry, Davenport… I haven’t slept…”
“And something is wrong with your wife,” Davenport continued with a patient sigh this time. “We could see that something was up… Nikita has been tired all week… so Whitney prepped Dmitry for today and tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Michael inquired. “That was to be Nikita’s day off.”
“Ah, she took something… a charity at the last minute,” Davenport revealed with a sigh. “But it’s covered, Michael. Dmitry and Whitney got it all covered. They were going to be there with Nikita even if she didn’t ask them… in case.”
Michael sighed in relief but then felt even more guilt. Her friends had noticed that something was wrong and he should have too. Instead he had been too busy with the case he was working on and busy with enjoying the free moments with Nikita.
“What’s going on, Michael?”
“I couldn’t tell your girlfriend, do you think I would tell you?”
“You’ve known me longer,” Davenport quipped and cleared his throat. “Sorry…I know that you and Nikita try to have a private life…. And I have to go… runners get up too early.”
Michael didn’t know what to say. He held onto the phone and Davenport cleared his throat. “You take care of her and I’ll take care of the work, Michael. I got the easy part.”
“Thanks,” Michael whispered as he then dropped the connection and then dropped his head. He felt tear in his eyes again and he swallowed but just allowed it to come. He needed this release away from Nikita and he gave himself the time.
Because he knew that it was going to be a long day.
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