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Date Posted: Sunday, January 15, 10:43:58pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 372+" on Sunday, January 15, 12:29:17am
Michael walked across the grass, knowing that Nikita knew the moment that he had slipped out of the house. Her head had moved up slightly from the bowed position. Something that if she didn’t know that it was him that she wouldn’t have done. She rubbed her elbows as she didn’t turn to look at him as she sat on the middle round bench, looking towards the back of the property. “How are you feeling, Kita?”
Nikita turned her head to look at Michael and he was pleased to see that she hadn’t spent all of this time out here crying. But she was clearly disappointed with what had happened. She had wanted to come home to a happy house. He was sure that she was also very disappointed that with all that had happened no one, not Walter, Adam, Lisa, or Sabina had noticed the ring that she now wore. She was disappointed that all the other adults had already departed so they wouldn’t see the ring either.
Michael knew that it disappointed him that he couldn’t get to see the joy of the ring being discovered on Nikita’s finger today either.
“Mostly?” Nikita asked and Michael nodded his head as he slipped beside her on the bench and dipped his head across his body to lean closer to her. “Most of all… I’m sore.”
Michael raised an eyebrow and Nikita half chuckled-half groaned as she took Michael’s hand. “I wouldn’t change a thing about being sore, Michael. That’s why I’m not worried about being tired either.”
“But you are probably sorer because of what happened…” Michael whispered and Nikita bopped her head up and down. “Can you believe Walter thought that what he was doing was good?”
“I feel like I’m still not getting the whole story about what went on last night,” Michael spoke as he took Nikita’s hand and kissed her fingers. “And Walter is getting older…”
“That isn’t an excuse, Michael,” Nikita shook her head from side to side. “But it’s done… but it also means… we’ll probably have to take Sabina with us when we go to contact Reagan.”
“Can we talk about that in a moment?” Michael inquired as he shifted to face Nikita a bit more. She looked at him and he could see her eyes were tired. She wanted to show her ring off and then Nikita wanted a nap. Michael wondered if he could make everyone take a nap this afternoon. “I talked to Sabina.”
“Was she upset with me stopping her?” Nikita’s voice cracked and Michael shook his head from side to side. “I know that you had a sense of what was going on… that she was pretending to be always happy… and I know that you were sure that it would pass in time…”
“It would,” Nikita declared and Michael sighed. “But she is very intelligent, Kita. So I talked to Sabina about being herself… that she doesn’t have to pretend to be anything that she isn’t.”
“Michael…” Nikita groaned as she closed her eyes. Michael pushed the hair out of Nikita’s face and kissed her lips gently to bring her eyes back to look at him. “I know that you have mixed feelings on this, Kita. You wanted to find out that your daughter is always happy… but she has parts of both of us… and I think there is more reserve nature in her than she has allowed us to see.”
“I don’t want to see her unhappy…”
“This isn’t about being unhappy,” Michael clarified. “While Sabina might be very intelligent with knowledge… her social skills… they aren’t. She equates happiness to be all smiles and laugh and energy. It’s better to handle this now… although I don’t think she would have continued much longer.”
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