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Date Posted: Saturday, June 23, 05:01:56pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 440+" on Friday, June 15, 11:10:04pm
Sabina hopped down the hallway and stopped to smile into her parent’s room. “Do you like my walk?”
“Your what?” Nikita asked as she leaned to the side to look at Sabina, who had been noisy all day long.
“When I walk down the aisle of the wedding tomorrow. Didn’t you like it?” Sabina questioned and Michael now leaned to raise an eyebrow up at his daughter. “You were hopping.”
“It’s going to be my signature walk,” Sabina quipped as she dashed down the hallway. Nikita looked at Michael and then shook her head. “I just… don’t know where she gets it from.”
“I think that was America’s Next Top Model,” Michael deadpanned as he got up and moved to the bed beside Nikita. She frowned and Michael stroked the hair out of her eyes. “Nervous?”
“No,” Nikita swung her head from side to side. “Tomorrow is special… but we are already a family.”
“But we’ll be married,” Michael touched Nikita’s nose slightly.
Nikita remembered that it was just a couple months ago that she thought about moving the wedding up because of the health scare with Sabina. Michael wouldn’t let her do it then and he continued to have control of the plans, but Michael had slowly given Nikita details.
So much had settled in their lives. Nikita still had flashes from time to time, but she wasn’t struggling with the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as badly as she had in the past. She also had settled into doing more photography jobs and less time as the Angel.
But the Angel was at work tonight, in the capable hands of Tom.
“What I’m more concerned about is how long we are going away for,” Nikita admitted. Michael shook his head. “Oh no… you already got me to tell you about the already scheduled Skype chats every other day… and everyone will have a way to get in touch with us if needed.”
Nikita narrowed her eyes and Michael sighed. “Ok… so there are multiple ways to get in touch with us… codes and all kinds of things like that.”
“It won’t be long enough,” Michael whispered as he pressed a kiss to Nikita’s forehead. She rolled her eyes as she didn’t believe it. “Michael… I couldn’t leave the hospital while she was sick.”
“And this time, she is perfectly fine… it’s a different situation,” Michael pointed out as he looked at Nikita. “They are not coming with us. We’ll have a family vacation this summer.”
Nikita nodded her head up and down as she knew that it could be hard to schedule. She was in demand for her photography right now and she was holding onto some free dates. She was just relieved that Whitney had agreed to do the photography for their wedding tomorrow and she indicated that she was tired of traveling. Maybe she would be willing to take on some of the jobs and Nikita was almost ready to beg Davenport to help out the weekend before the Fourth of July.
Nikita didn’t commit and Michael couldn’t worry about it. Tomorrow was their wedding and it was going to be special, even if Nikita was down playing it.
That was when the hopping started in the hallway again and soon Sabina was looking in on them. “I think I was better that time.”
Nikita looked at Michael and he blinked his eyes. “Sabina… I think you have a very pretty walk… and a very pretty smile… you don’t need to hop like you are for the attention… you are perfect walking.”
“I’d have a chance to see for real if we would have had a rehearsal,” Sabina retorted as she ran down the hallway again. Nikita shook her head as she looked at Michael. “She is too young to be acting like this.”
“She has a mind of an adult in some ways,” Michael groaned as he knew that they were going to have their hands full of Sabina but knew that they both felt that they were doing the best thing for her by keeping her with children her own age. “She wants to be a teenager… and not a kid…”
Michael nodded his head up and down. Nikita looked at Michael and stroked his face. “I’m so glad that she is most like you.”
“Oh no,” Michael shook his head back and forth. “She is more you.”
“She got her intelligence from you, Michael… absolutely not me,” Nikita snorted and Michael frowned but let it go. He had told Nikita so many times that she couldn’t have lead Section One without being as intelligent as her daughter was and that it had been Nikita’s mother that stopped her from being a brilliant child. But Nikita didn’t believe those words and that wasn’t going to change tonight.
“I still can’t believe how much like you Adam is… and you know what I mean with that statement,” Michael spoke as he knew that Nikita would blush with that statement. Nikita was about to speak again when the hopping started again and then there was a few walking steps, then another hop, and then a pose in the doorway. “Is that better?”
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