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Date Posted: Sunday, January 22, 04:42:00pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 372+" on Sunday, January 15, 12:29:17am
“I’m going to go upstairs,” Nikita announced as Michael pulled up to the house, as they had given up on the thought of staying the night at a hotel. After Nikita had settled from her PTSD flash, working out the details of what they were offering to Reagan was secondary. Sabina had wrapped Reagan’s heart up around her little finger and Reagan didn’t have any reason not to say yes to what they were offering.
Yet they hadn’t admitted that Davenport was living in their house.
Michael looked at Nikita and stroked her hair back. They had dinner at an Italian restaurant about ninety minutes ago and everyone had a lot to eat except Nikita. He knew that this flash was throwing Nikita off and wished that there was something that he could do to make it ok.
“Bed already?” Michael inquired and Nikita shrugged her shoulders slightly. “Maybe… I just have a headache… and maybe I’ll just take a nap.”
Michael nodded his head up and down. “I have to make some calls about a place for Reagan.”
“I want Reagan to live with us,” Sabina protested and Michael sighed. “We have no room in the house, Sabina.”
“Kick Davenport and Ellie out,” Sabina declared. Michael shook his head as Nikita looked out the window as he put the car in park. “Obviously I have some things to work out before I can come up.”
“I’ll be fine,” Nikita forced out a smile as she unlatched her seat belt and got out of the car as Adam opened his door. “Can I run over to Lisa’s? We are going to play some video games for a bit.”
“Adam, you haven’t even been gone a day,” Michael protested and then shrugged his shoulders. It was the last couple days before he would start high school and he had a feeling those things were going to change a lot for Adam. “Ok… just be back by ten.”
“Dad! I’ve been given an eleven o’clock curfew… and I’m only going to Lisa’s.”
“And you don’t know what Rhoda and Nat’s schedules are like,” Michael shook his head from side to side. “Just for tonight, Adam. Please.”
“Yeah,” Adam frowned as he saw Nikita slipping into the house. “I won’t be gone long.”
Michael soon was in the house, seeing that Sabina had run off to the den to find another book to read. He had things to do; instead he sat at the kitchen table with a beer in his hand. The door opened from the garage apartment and Davenport walked in with his arm around Ellie. “I thought you’d be home tomorrow…”
“Plans changed,” Michael spoke and Davenport dropped his arm. “Reagan said no.”
“She said yes,” Michael sighed as he rolled his shoulder backwards. “Nikita had a flash while we were talking to Reagan. I guess… we had gotten used to not having to deal with them.”
“She had a good run,” Ellie stated as she walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer for herself and Davenport. “But this shouldn’t be seen as a setback, Michael. Obviously Nikita had seen a lot of traumatic things...”
Michael took a sip as he nodded his head. “I tried to tell Nikita that it was nothing to worry about.”
“Well, telling Nikita that is asking her to go against her nature,” Davenport snorted as he sat down and leaned back in the chair. “She is good at worrying.”
“I think it was because Sabina had to see it,” Michael dropped his hands from the beer. Ellie waited and then shrugged her shoulders. “Your daughter should know what Nikita was dealing with so it isn’t a shock when it happens again. And it will happen again.”
Michael felt the pain in his chest as he thought about Nikita having to continue with having flashes. He had hoped that they were over and he knew that Nikita felt disappointment in this more than he did right now. “We’ve been a bit out of our routine of late. We all struggle when we get like this.”
“And we should be thinking of other things,” Ellie commented and Michael tilted his head to the side. “What?”
“Like your wedding,” Ellie questioned and Michael chuckled. “Ah… most people haven’t even realized the ring.”
“Ring?” Davenport asked and Michael nodded his head. “You were already staking out your former girlfriend,” Ellie retorted as she looked at her boyfriend. “It’s a beautiful ring.”
“About time,” Davenport slapped the table. “So… when is the date?”
“It was difficult enough to get the ring on her finger,” Michael warned and Davenport shook his head. “Only because you made it that way. Nikita loves you. You love her. That ring is just a symbol. That’s all a wedding will be too. You’ve been married to her… well… since you found her.”
“Before,” Michael rasped as he knew what Davenport was thinking about. Michael stood up and poured the rest of his beer down the drain. “I’m going to go upstairs and talk to Nikita… Sabina is in the den and Adam said that he would be home before ten.”
“Got it,” Davenport winked and Michael paused. “You can’t let that boy sneak around you because you feel we are being too protective, Davenport. Ten o’clock.”
“I got it,” Davenport replied as he didn’t comment to what Michael was accusing him of doing.
Michael had no time to continue this conversation with Davenport when he had Nikita upstairs. He wasn’t sure what he was going to find when he got upstairs but Nikita was leaning against the headboard with a pillow in her arms. “Hey, Kita.”
“Hey,” Nikita replied back as the bed dipped while Michael settled in beside her. “You normally aren’t this withdrawn afterwards…”
“I hate that Sabina had to see that,” Nikita blinked back tears as she thought about it. “Was she scared?”
“She was worried about you,” Michael admitted as there was no reason to not admit that. “But don’t worry about it, Kita.”
Nikita leaned her head back slightly and swallowed hard. “I thought I was over those… and to have it morph… those are the worse… type.”
Michael shifted closer to Nikita and then took her hand. “Reagan had a couple suggestions on how to approach this with Sabina. She knows of a book that Sabina can read first. We both know how well Sabina understands things that she reads first… and then we can talk about what happened with you.”
Nikita nodded her head and looked at Michael. “I just don’t want her to think that I’m weak… that I can’t protect her… that I’m sick… or something is wrong…”
“She loves you, Kita,” Michael stroked her hair back and kissed Nikita’s forehead. “And she is smart enough to learn what is going on.”
Nikita leaned her head down on Michael’s shoulder and sighed slightly as her stomach grumbled. Michael touched his hand there and snorted. “You should have eaten your chicken parm, Kita.”
“I wasn’t hungry, “ Nikita defended her decision with a heavy sigh. “I knew that I’d be hungry later… but I was queasy…”
Michael shifted and stood up. “How about I make you some French toast? It has been a long time since you’ve asked for it.”
Nikita blushed and nodded her head. “I like the sound of that.”
“And we can figure out what this week is going to be like while you eat,” Michael stated. Nikita pulled her legs up to her chest. “Yeah, because tomorrow I have to go see Mick.”
“Mick? Why?”
“He broke up with Helen... and he thinks that he doesn’t need our help,” Nikita stated and Michael shook his head. “I thought you had to meet with Whitney tomorrow.”
“I can do both,” Nikita commented and Michael leaned over and kissed her lips. “I think you are getting busy so we can’t talk about our wedding.”
“We just got engaged, Michael,” Nikita protested as she touched his face with her hand. “Most people don’t even know.”
“Ellie mentioned it to Davenport earlier… and you know what kind of gossip he can be.”
“Everyone will know tonight,” Nikita stated and Michael nodded his head. “We are going to get married, Kita. And you aren’t going to put it off forever.”
“I have plans for tomorrow. I owe Mick this,” Nikita announced and Michael nodded his head while Nikita’s stomach growled. “I got my marching orders, Kita… French toast first.”
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