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Date Posted: Thursday, September 13, 11:08:14pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 482+" on Saturday, September 08, 08:23:21pm
Nikita walked beside Michael as they started to cut thru the park to get to the restaurant that they were going to meet Walter and Beatrice at for lunch. Nikita had a wee bit touch of morning sickness this morning, but it had quickly passed once she got up and moving.
It was another thing that was new for Nikita about pregnancy.
Michael had been there rubbing her back as she almost heaved into the toilet, but with his touch, the queasiness passed. Until Michael started to make French Toast. Nikita hoped that it was a one morning thing. She loved Michael’s French toast too much that it was sad when she couldn’t stand the smell of it this morning.
They were near the playground and Nikita took Michael’s hand. She pulled him close and sat down on a bench, watching the younger children run around with parents abound. It was clear that the milder weather had more people out and Nikita sat there, watching for a while.
She never got to take a child to a playground.
“I don’t think Sabina has ever come here,” Nikita spoke and Michael nodded his head. “I tried the one time… but it was before she was in school… I think she’d enjoy it if her friends were here.”
Nikita leaned her head against Michael’s shoulder and then started to notice the mothers walking with the strollers. There were a good bit of them. Nikita never had pushed a stroller except as part of a prop for a mission. Never had her child been in a stroller. But yet, the thought of pushing a stroller brought a smile to Nikita’s face.
“Do you mind if I sit here for a second?” A mother asked as she pointed to the other half of the empty bench while she angled a two seat stroller towards them. Nikita shook her head as she sat up from Michael’s body. The mother sighed and sat down. “I had to get them away from the house…. The movers are so loud and there are boxes everywhere.”
“Wow,” Nikita murmured and the woman sighed as she sat down, but then the cries started.
“Did you get the corner house on Smithon Road?” Michael asked and the weary mother nodded her head as the crying didn’t stop. Nikita stood up and rounded the corner to look to the cries to find twin girls, the one very upset. “How old?”
“Six months,” The woman answered. “Hazel and Gretel”
Nikita picked up the crying child and the crying started to settle slightly and the girl wrapped her hands into Nikita’s blonde hair and yanked. “Which one is this?”
“Gretel,” the woman replied as she winced. “You didn’t need to do that…”
Nikita shrugged her shoulders as she swayed from side to side. The girl was calming down and started to loosen her grip from her hair. Nikita then watched as the girl smiled at her. The mother sighed. “They both are usually well behaved… but the car ride and the trip from Maine… it was enough to get them off schedule... and the movers…”
Nikita moved back to where she had stood up and settled with Gretel in her arms. She looked at Michael and then at the child. “They are beautiful…. Must be difficult with twins.”
“Thank goodness they aren’t identical,” the mother answered. “But we tried for such a long time to get pregnant… that I wouldn’t change a thing in the world… even when they are upset…”
Gretel yanked at Nikita’s hair again and the mother winced once again. “Or even when they are pulling on polite stranger’s hair.”
“I’m Nikita,” Nikita supplied as she shifted Gretel and used a hand to pry her hair out of infant’s hands. She looked at Michael and lifted her wrist, where she had a hair band. He took the band from her wrist and looped Nikita’s hair up into a sloppy ponytail. “That’s my husband Michael.”
“I’m Angie… Do you have children?”
Nikita looked at Michael and nodded her head. “We have a teenage son, Adam… and a daughter who is about to start second grade.”
Nikita looked at Gretel and smiled. “And another on the way.”
It felt so right to say it.
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