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Date Posted: Tuesday, July 03, 08:23:23pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 440+" on Friday, June 15, 11:10:04pm
Michael walked down the hallway and shook his head at Walter as he stood outside the room. “Walter, I don’t need to have any talk to.”
“I know,” Walter nodded his head as he broke into a huge silly grin. “I would never tell you what you won’t ever mean to do… and I’m more in awe… that this is happening.”
Michael sighed and shoved his hand into the pockets of the suite. “That was a different life.”
“Michael, it is… beyond a miracle… that she even survived… she was such a mouse when you first brought her over to me… I wanted to put her in my pocket and smuggle her out of there… an innocent… and so scared… a lot like someone else that I knew,” Walter spoke and then tilted his head to the side. “You were much like her when you first came in… I lost you there for a while…”
“She brought me back,” Michael commented as he looked at Walter. “I know that you won a large bet when she made it…”
“That was all you,” Walter shook his head as he looked at the door. “And now… today… finally.”
“Yes,” Michael agreed as he nodded his head as he reached out and slapped Walter’s shoulder. “Now, get into that room or I’m never going to be able to walk Nikita out there and get this ceremony started.”
“She would look for any reason not to do this,” Walter chuckled and Michael shook his head. Maybe at the beginning Nikita would have gone away from this, but he knew that Nikita wanted this now. It was exactly the way that she wanted it.
Michael waited as Walter walked down as directed and started to knock on the door when it opened up. Nikita stood there, a smile on her face. “I thought he was never going to leave.”
Surprised, Michael stepped into the room and closed the door. Nikita arched an eyebrow. “Second thoughts?”
“Never,” Michael shook his head from side to side as he reached out for Nikita’s cheek. “Kita… I know that you are doing this for me.”
“I was,” Nikita admitted as she nodded her head and placed her hand up onto Michael’s. “But it started to be for us a while ago.”
Nikita stepped closer to Michael. “Why are we in here?”
“I wanted time with you,” Michael whispered and Nikita smiled gently. “You’ll have that for two weeks.”
“But never on this day… never again will you not be my wife… my wife,” Michael rasped as he blinked his eyes and looked at Nikita with the greenest eyes. She shivered and she now took her hand and placed it on his cheek. “My husband.”
They stood like that for a long time and the chatter from outside started to get louder. Nikita was the first to break and laugh. “God knows what they are thinking.”
“I know what Walter is probably thinking,” Michael commented with happiness crossing his face even more.
Taking Nikita’s hand off of his face, he turned and presented Nikita his elbow to hook her arm within. Nikita looked at Michael and swallowed. “Do you remember the first time that you did that?”
Michael paused and nodded his head. “You had no idea what I was trying to do.”
“You had to teach me so much,” Nikita whispered.
“You taught me to love,” Michael whispered as he brushed a kiss to Nikita’s lips.
“You taught me to trust,” Nikita rasped in response and Michael patted Nikita’s hand as he reached out for the door. “We can’t be late.”
“I think we are years late.”
“Never,” Michael shook his head as he saw not a pause in Nikita. She was ready for this and Michael, if he was the dancing type, would have danced into the room with her. There was always a worry that this wasn’t what Nikita wanted, but now, he knew that he had been right.
She wanted this as much as he did.
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