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Date Posted: Wednesday, December 14, 08:59:59pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 349+" on Saturday, December 03, 08:17:06pm
“You must be Walter,” April declared even as Walter walked into the house. Walter nodded his head up and down. “And you must be April.”
“For now,” April smiled as she bounded forward and grabbed Walter’s hand. “Adam said that you are like my grandfather. Does that mean that you are my Gramps?”
“Oh, little gumdrop… you are not going to call me Gramps,” Walter laughed as he shook his head from side to side. “You can call me Pap. Ok?”
“And you can call me Sabine,” April declared as she entered the kitchen and smiled broadly at her mother. “Paps is here.”
“I heard,” Nikita looked at Walter as he started to assess Nikita. She looked like she had plenty of aspirin already today. He glanced at Michael and Michael diverted his eyes. “And, April… about your name.”
“It’s Sabine,” April spoke firmly as she stood there. Michael got up and moved towards Nikita. “We are going to almost honor that, April…”
She raised an eyebrow and Walter chuckled. “She looks just like you Sugar.”
“Who is Sugar?” April turned and looked at Walter. Walter pointed to Nikita and April frowned. “Why? She is mom… and Adam calls her Nikita… why is she Sugar too?”
“Just like I’m going to call you Gumdrop and you are going to call me Paps. That’s what my Sugar is to me… and that is all that matters,” Walter explained as he sat down and looked around. “And what is this about another name?”
“It’s my real name,” April jumped in and Nikita winced. She looked to Michael and Michael sighed. “Sabine was my mother’s name… somehow April thinks that it should be her name…”
“How did she…”
“Just stop,” Nikita whispered to Walter the plea. He lifted his hands and Nikita squatted down to face April. “Ok…. We would have never just selected the name Sabine…”
“But that is my…”
“Listen,” Nikita directed as she touched her daughter’s shoulder. “But given a chance to talk about it… if you still want to… we would change your name to Sabina… which is much prettier in our minds… and it is uniquely yours.”
April, or rather Sabina, started to jump up and down, singing her name out. But then she stopped and looked at her parents. “What’s my last name?”
Walter chuckled as he leaned back in the chair and looked at the new parents. “Yeah… what’s the last name?”
Nikita looked right at Sabina and replied. “You have your father’s last name, Pomeroy.”
“Sabina Pomeroy… Sabina Pomeroy…” she started to sing out while she turned in a circle. Walter tilted his head to the side and saw the glare from Nikita. She didn’t want him to say anything but he didn’t care. “But Sugar… that isn’t yours, is it?”
Sabina stopped and looked at her mother. “What?”
“Walter,” Michael snapped as he couldn’t believe Walter had done this. He had no idea how hard it had been the first two days that Sabina had been home with them. This wasn’t even the way that they wanted to talk to their daughter about this, but Walter had forced their hand. Now Walter was trying to get Nikita to talk about marriage and that wasn’t something that she was ready for.
“You are my parents…” Sabina stated as her face fell. “You are married, right?”
“Sabina… we are engaged…” Michael spoke and Sabina jumped backwards. “What?”
“What is going on in here?” Adam asked as he walked into the kitchen and looked at Walter. He tilted his head and shook his head back and forth. “I think you are the root of the cause Uncle Walter.”
“He isn’t our uncle, he is our Pap!”
The room started to all talk and Nikita leaned back against the counter top as the voices seemed to just get louder and louder. She blinked her eyes and rubbed her face.
”You little brat! You won’t ever listen to me! I’m your mother!” Roberta yelled at her as she shook her back and forth. The tears wouldn’t stop and she couldn’t even tell her mother to stop, that she was hurting her.
“You think you are so important…well, you little thing… I shouldn’t have had you ever…. I don’t know who you belong to… you are just some… street thing...”
“Stop,” Nikita shouted as she lifted her hands and shook her head from side to side. “Adam… thank you for saying hello to Walter… but you can leave the room…”
“But Nikita…”
“Leave the room,” Nikita pointed and Michael nodded to his son to listen to Nikita. Nikita glared at Michael that she had this under control. So she turned her attention to Walter. “You shouldn’t have pushed this, Walter. You should know that this is a difficult time for all of us… and you should have allowed us to handle this. So you are leaving this room too… so we can talk to our daughter.”
“Your daughter, Sabina,” Sabina added with a nod of her head. Nikita felt Michael touching her back to let her know that he had her physically and that they were on the same wavelength also.
Walter got up and stopped to look at Nikita. “I was only kidding about the last name, Sugar… You two are more married than most married people I know... soul mates don’t need a license to prove anything…”
“It all counts on what license I carry, Walter,” Nikita quipped as she cleared her throat. “Please… we need to have this discussion with Sabina.”
Sabina sensed that it turned very serious and she sulked as she moved to a chair and sat down. She looked up at her mother and father and gulped. “Are you going to call Todd to take me back? He won’t let me keep my name.”
Nikita felt the tears as she shook her head ferociously from side to side. “You are ours, Sabina. You are staying with us…”
“And we are a family?” Sabina inquired as she looked from her mother to her father.
“We are always going to be family,” Michael spoke as he knelt down in front of his daughter and took her hand. “But we had a hard time for many years… and you are just too young to learn it all… but what matters is that we love each other… and we love you.”
Sabina looked back towards Nikita. “But you aren’t married.”
Nikita sighed and got up to her purse. She pulled out the license and looked at Michael. “We have the same last name, Sabina.”
Nikita nudged Michael’s hand and he pulled out his wallet. This was a very temporary fix and Michael wasn’t sure if he liked it. But he showed Sabina the license as Nikita showed hers, that showed her name as being Nikita Pomeroy. “I love your father so much… but that is between us at times… and we don’t always need others to know everything about us… and I don’t use this last name for my work… but I’m a Pomeroy just like you are, Sabina. We all are.”
Sabina threw her hands around her parents and hugged them tightly. Michael looked at Nikita and she swallowed hard and mouthed the letters, “PTSD.”
Michael hugged Sabina back and rubbed Nikita with his other hand. This had been a hard couple days and this was a band aid at best, but hopefully it would be enough to let Nikita start to heal. She just needed some time.
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