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Date Posted: Thursday, December 15, 08:53:39pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 349+" on Saturday, December 03, 08:17:06pm
Michael grabbed Nikita’s arm as she tried to exit the kitchen to follow Sabina into the room that Walter and Adam had went to when they were told the exit the kitchen. Nikita stopped and looked at Michael. “What?”
“We have to talk,” Michael declared as he continued to pull Nikita, not allowing her to break away. But even as he did so, it was clear that Nikita was confused and she had no idea why he was making her stay and talk to him. And that almost hurt more. “Sit down, Nikita.”
Nikita pressed her lips together to ask why as she heard Michael call her by her full name. She rubbed her arms. “If this is about the PTSD… it wasn’t that bad, Michael… I had a flash of my mother yelling at me…. I think it was just everyone talking at one time… and I just needed that to stop.”
“You lied,” Michael declared as pulled a chair over and sat it directly in front of Nikita.
“I’m not lying about the flash, Michael. It wasn’t that bad… but I haven’t had any in a while… so it really shocked me,” Nikita shook her head. Michael took her hand and held it. He looked at her fingers and then at Nikita. “You told Sabina that we are married.”
Nikita yanked her hand away. “Michael… it’s the easiest thing for her…”
“Marriage isn’t about what is easy for Sabina… it’s about us,” Michael corrected as he shook his head and cleared his throat. “And you’ve been against it.”
“But the ID is one that I’ve used… that is what I use for the photography… and my check… and our accounts…”
“Some of our accounts,” Michael snapped as he shook his head. Nikita pulled her arms against her body and started to rub her elbows. Nikita pulled her legs up. “I am a Pomeroy, Michael. This is my family. Family is what you make it… and it isn’t like we can have a real wedding…”
“Kita, it matters so much,” Michael rasped as he shook his head. Nikita looked at the sadness in Michael’s green eyes and swallowed. “You are mad at me…”
“I want to understand –“
Nikita stood up and walked to the counter while shaking her head. “You are mad... and you should be… because I lied to our daughter… and I hurt her… like I hurt you… and because I was being selfish… trying to stop the pain…”
Michael brought up his hand to his mouth, shaking his head as he wished now that he had just let Nikita go with Sabina. But he hadn’t and now he had more to figure out. “Kita… what are you hurting about? I don’t know how to help…”
Nikita turned and looked at Michael. “You want to marry me…”
Michael saw Nikita’s lip trembling and he nodded his head slowly as she pulled her arms tighter around her body. “And… everyone wants me to marry you… and I know that it is something that you want… but other than what I did today… It scares me too much… and I hate that I can’t man up on this… because my heart entirely belongs to you… especially after you saved me…”
Michael stood up and tried to reach for Nikita, but she slipped away while pushing him away. “No… not now Michael… because I hate how I can’t give you something that you want so badly… and it is something that I know is a symbol… of what we already have… but… it hurts… to know… that I can’t… give you…”
“Kita,” Michael whispered very slowly as he took his hands and placed them on the sides of Nikita’s shoulders gently, stopping her words. She looked at him. “A wedding between us… isn’t just for me. It’s for you also. For you to know fully my promise to you.”
“But I don’t need that,” Nikita declared as she looked at Michael. “I knew that when you saved me… and I didn’t admit it then… but when you came to the church… and sat next to me... not once, but twice… you saved me over and over again…”
Michael leaned his head forward as he felt the sting of tears. Nikita was gasping for air and slowly she started to calm down. Michael just continued to press his head against Nikita’s not moving until she was ready.
Nikita pulled away and swiped the back of her hand across her face. “You are right. We aren’t married yet.”
Michael pressed his lips together and Nikita touched his face. “And Apr—Sabina is going to figure it out… probably already has.”
“Adam,” Michael nodded his head up and down. Nikita rubbed her hands across her face. “I’ll fix this.”
Michael leaned his head back and groaned. “Kita… we both are trying to figure this out… don’t be so hard on yourself right now.”
“I lied to my daughter about something that I shouldn’t have,” Nikita answered as she stood up straight and brushed past Michael. He was right behind her because he knew that he couldn’t stop her right now.
“Mommy… Adam said that you aren’t married to Daddy…” Sabina loudly spoke as she stood in the living room and looked at her mother.
“We have the same last name,” Nikita winced as she squatted down. “And one day… we will be married. But to us… our family is special… we have decided who are the important people… and it might not be like everyone else’s family… I’m sorry that I lied to you.”
Sabina looked at her father and then her mother. “So I can be a flower girl when you get married?”
Nikita was stunned and ended up sitting down on the floor. When she first saw Sabina’s angry face when she accused Nikita of not being married, Nikita feared that she was going to throw a temper tantrum when Nikita admitted the truth. But Sabina just took the information and went onto the next thing.
Walter stood up and looked at Michael. “Look… I’m sorry… I guess I was trying to break the ice and such…”
Michael shook his head and swallowed hard. “We are all trying to figure this out, Walter.”
“And I made it harder for both of you,” Walter spoke as he pushed Michael slightly towards the door. “Why the hell haven’t you called Beatrice yet?”
Michael didn’t have an answer. He was just moving from minute to minute right now. He hadn’t had a chance to really think about the next hour let alone the next five minutes. But Walter was right but still, Michael didn’t know how to start.
“Hey, you know that it is hard for me with her around… she reminds me of Belinda so much… but Sugar…. She is trying to be perfect and we aren’t going to be able to tell her that she can’t be perfect.”
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