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Date Posted: Saturday, March 24, 11:10:14pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 399+" on Thursday, March 01, 08:02:50pm
“I hope that us being here isn’t going to make this more difficult,” Rhoda spoke as she stood in the kitchen with Nikita, having just placed her sweet potato casserole into the oven to finish off cooking before dinner. Nikita was cutting the rolls that came from the bakery with Mick, shaking her head from side to side. “We are friends and the kids are going to have to learn to deal with it.”
“By forcing them together?” Rhoda asked and Nikita smirked. “By making Adam buy Lisa a Christmas gift.”
“What?” Rhoda questioned and Nikita laughed as she placed the knife down. “I was kidding.”
Rhoda nervously chuckled and sat down at the table with a shake of her head. “Seriously, Nikita…”
Nikita put the rolls into the cupboard and pulled out a couple wine glasses. “They have to work it out, Rhoda. I tried to get Adam to talk about it this morning, but he is hurt about it. It’s best that we let Lisa spend her time with Sabina today and Adam can hang with the guys.”
“I heard that I could help out,” Daisy spoke as she entered the kitchen with a casserole in her hands. “I made green bean casserole… but I’m not sure…”
“I’m sure that it is fine,” Rhoda spoke as she smiled at the woman. She looked over her shoulder as Jason came in behind her. That was when Nikita started to grin broadly. Rhoda looked at Nikita and then back to Daisy.
And then saw the ring on her finger.
“You’ve grown up, Jason,” Nikita commented and Jason nodded his head. “I had to catch up to my big brother in a lot of ways, right?”
“He’d be very proud of you Jason,” Nikita nodded her head up and down as she walked over and hugged Daisy. “You’ve been unofficially in the family… but now it’s real.”
“Thanks,” Daisy chuckled as she then was hugged by Rhoda. That was when there was a roar down the hallway. “Man… you did the stupid thing, didn’t you, Jason?”
“Davenport,” Nikita snapped and she watched as Davenport playfully slapped Jason’s shoulder. “Now Ellie is going to expect one of those things…”
“I’ve learned not to expect things from you, Dav,” Ellie stated as she walked into the kitchen and walked to the refrigerator to put her cranberries into the refrigerator. She stopped and hugged Daisy, although she had helped Jason to pick the right ring when he got stuck between two rings.
“Now you are going to have to plan a wedding like Michael has been doing…”
“Oh no,” Daisy turned and shook her head from side to side. “I’m planning the wedding.”
Nikita blushed lightly and Davenport saw that she looked a little bit uncomfortable. He didn’t mean to make Nikita feel that way so he pulled at the couple. “Come on, Jason. Show the men the mistake you have made.”
“I’m going to make sure that they keep it clean,” Rhoda spoke as she slipped out of the kitchen too. Nikita exhaled and moved to the stove to check on the turkey. It was ready to come out and rest. She pulled the turkey out and placed it on the table as Reagan walked into the kitchen. “You look tired still.”
“Sabina had a lot of energy last night,” Reagan commented and Nikita winced. “I’m sorry…”
“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Reagan smiled brightly. She looked around and tilted her head down to her right shoulder. “I thought I heard Mick come in?”
“He is in the living room,” Nikita replied as she nodded her head up and down. Reagan looked at the turkey and Nikita shook her head from side to side. “Oh no you don’t… leave it alone… I’m proud of it!”
“It looks really good,” Reagan confirmed and Nikita sighed in relief. “Then I can make more than cookies.”
“I heard that Sabina is going to be helping you with those this year…” Reagan started to walk out of the kitchen. “Is she upstairs?”
Nikita blinked her eyes and shook her head. “I think she came down when other started to arrive… in the living room.”
Although Nikita was almost sure that Reagan was heading to the living room for another person.
“Nikita, I can’t believe you did this to me…” Adam pouted as he practically stomped into the kitchen. He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. Nikita tilted her head to the side. “Really?”
“She is torturing me!” Adam declared and Nikita shook her head. “I told you that Lisa was coming today, Adam. You are going to have to work things out. Both of you are old enough to start acting your age.”
“Like you acted like a grown up when you were my age,” Adam retorted as he turned and took his bad attitude out of the kitchen. Nikita swallowed hard as she sat down at the table and took a moment to breathe. She wanted to tell Adam that she had acted like an adult when she was his age. That she was more adult that her mother was almost at any point in her life, but she hadn’t. She wouldn’t drag Adam into that. Especially on a holiday.
Michael walked into the kitchen as he had seen the foul mood that Adam had been in when he stormed down the hallway towards the kitchen. He didn’t know why Adam was blaming Nikita solely for Lisa’s presence and he had watched as his son had stormed out of the kitchen. To see Nikita with her head down, it saddened Michael. She had been absolutely amazing with both Adam and Sabina in the past few days. “Why don’t I pour you a glass of wine and you can go mingle with everyone while I coordinate getting the finishing touches on the table and the food out to it?”
Michael crossed to the wine rack and pulled out two bottles. “White or red?”
“Michael,” Nikita shook her head from side to side. “I have this under control… I’ll just need you to take the turkey in… that will be your job.”
Michael put the white wine down and pulled out the cork screw and opened the red. He took the glass from in front of Nikita and poured some. “Go relax… you’ve done enough.”
“Michael…” Nikita protested and Michael sat down and turned her face to look at him. “Have I told you how magically you have been with Sabina and Adam lately? I wouldn’t have thought to do either of those things with them…”
“What?” Nikita questioned. “I was winging it.”
“That’s being a good parent, Kita,” Michael stroked her face tenderly, seeing that she saw it. “You are going to take this glass of wine… and enjoy this holiday. And tomorrow you aren’t going to shop.”
“I wasn’t going to shop,” Nikita declared and Michael smiled. “We are going to spend some time alone.”
Nikita arched an eyebrow but Michael simply turned and handed Nikita the glass of wine. “Tell everyone that dinner will be ready in just about ten minutes… and enjoy the company.”
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