| Subject: Traumatic Amnesia 83 |
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Date Posted: Sunday, April 05, 03:41:15pm
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's message, "Traumatic Amnesia 81+" on Saturday, April 04, 06:53:47pm
“Your hair is so beautiful,” Aggie spoke as she placed the brush down and ran her fingers through Nikita’s blonde hair. “Can I put it into a braid?”
“If you think that Michael would like it,” Nikita replied which caused both Aggie and Belinda to chuckle. They couldn’t think anything that Nikita would do that would make Michael not like it. The man was madly in love but neither Michael nor Nikita seemed to just now how much in love he was. Nikita seemed to be in love with him too, but she was having a harder time showing that. But little things like caring if Michael would like something showed that she was concerned about what Michael thought about her.
Belinda had helped Nikita take a shower. Although she trusted Michael, she didn’t trust him that much. Nikita had found the water relaxing and she found it helping every bit of her body to just relax.
“He can always take it out… that will probably be a lot of fun for Michael,” Belinda spoke up as she nodded to Aggie to continue. Michael had asked for them to keep Nikita occupied for some time and Belinda wasn’t sure why. But she was going to do as Michael had asked. Belinda didn’t know much about Michael before his accident but Walter had seemed to think that all the best things in Michael were back.
“I don’t want it bother him…” Nikita turned her head to look at Aggie. Aggie laughed. “You can wear it for a couple days if he doesn’t take it out… and I’m going to be here.”
“So you are staying?” Nikita inquired and Aggie nodded her head. Belinda did not complain at all. They just were bringing in some extra beds out of storage for Walter and Belinda to sleep in the den on and a small roll-away was put in Gus’ room for Mick to sleep on as he still wanted to be nearby, although he had ran out of the house several hours ago.
“My dad’s is ok… but this is home. Plus, you want to eat something good… I’m the best cook around here,” Aggie bragged and Belinda tilted her head, but couldn’t protest. Aggie had been cooking for years and somehow she had the chef’s touch. If her daughter wanted to cook, Belinda wasn’t going to stop her.
“How did you get to be the mix of a girly-girl and tom-boy?” Belinda inquired as she handed Aggie the brush as she started to work on Nikita’s hair. Aggie shrugged her shoulders. “I got the best parts from you and Walter?”
“Neither of us cooks very well,” Belinda dryly spoke and Nikita chuckled. “He makes really good French Toast.”
“You soaked it in syrup. You don’t know how it really tasted,” Aggie pointed out and Nikita smiled. She closed her eyes as Aggie worked on her hair. It felt really good. Then out of no where, Nikita jerked her eyes open. Doing hair was something that a mother normally would do. She had thought that she had memories of that activity, but something told Nikita, that her mother had never done this to her.
“Nikita?” Belinda inquired as she looked at the confused eyes that were staring ahead. Nikita blinked her eyes and forced those thoughts away and Belinda forced herself not to frown. Nikita needed to be in control and she fought away anything that threatened to take her control away. That was probably the reason why Nikita couldn’t remember the three days of just not talking and sleeping. She wasn’t in control and Nikita probably could not handle knowing that she was like that. It was safer to just forget it.
“I just like this girl time. I didn’t ever get it with Madeline,” Nikita spoke as she rubbed her hands together. She wondered how Madeline was and if she was handling things well. While Nikita knew that she had to be with Michael, she also thought about her foster mother a lot since she woke up today. For some reason, Nikita really missed her. Maybe Madeline had seen Nikita on bad times like this and maybe Madeline had some answers about what had gone on.
And if there was truly someone else that Nikita had been.
Patting Nikita’s shoulders, Aggie smiled broadly. “All done… Let me show you…”
Nikita had been expecting a simple French Braid, but that was not what she saw when Aggie turned a mirror to let Nikita see the back of her hair. “Wow…. What is this? I’ve never seen a braid like this.”
“It’s called a Double 5-Strand Braid… it takes two five strand braids and braiding them together to make a seven strand braid… I just learned it a couple days ago… your hair is the perfect length to do it on,” Aggie explained as she touched Nikita’s hair. She winced slightly. “But Michael might have to some trouble taking it out… but he can spend time working on it.”
“I think Nikita likes the sound of spending time with him,” Belinda smiled as there was a knock at the door. It opened and there stood the man that they had been basically chattering about since Nikita got out of the bath. “Hello ladies…”
“Let me start working on dinner,” Aggie spoke as she rounded away from Nikita and reached for her mother’s hands. “Come on, Mom…. You can at least help with the salad.”
Nikita watched as the two ladies left, leaving Michael in the room with Nikita. She shifted and looked at Michael. “I like Aggie a lot.”
“Nice hair,” Michael spoke and Nikita smiled. “Too fancy for the outfit.”
Nikita was wearing sweats with one leg cut off for the brace that was around her knee. That immobilizer was huge and she was starting to get quite sick of it. Nikita knew that she had probably lost some ground in the rehabilitation of it too since she lost days due to the night terrors. She hated to think that she was causing herself to heal slower.
“You look fine,” Michael whispered as he bent and placed a kiss on Nikita’s cheek. He held a laptop and he settled on the bed beside Nikita and placed it on her lap. “I want to show you what I was doing today…”
Nikita watched as the computer turned on and then Michael opened up a webpage. Nikita looked back at Michael. “These are houses…”
“Yes,” Michael nodded his head. “Not for now… but for when you are up and moving around on your own… I was hoping that you would want to move in with me.”
Nikita blinked her eyes and Michael swallowed. “They are all houses with two bedrooms… a bedroom for me and a bedroom for you…”
Nikita’s face fell slightly. “Oh…”
“I didn’t think you’d want to go back to your place,” Michael continued and Nikita closed her eyes. He was right about that. Nikita nodded her head. “I wouldn’t even want to go to get things…”
“I’d take care of all of that Nikita… I can take care of it all.”
“I don’t want you to have to do everything.”
“I want to do everything… anything that I can do to help you,” Michael revealed as he clicked on the next page. “I have about twenty houses on this webpage… I looked them over today and they are move-in ready… About half of them are level… so there aren’t any stairs.”
“Why would we move?” Nikita inquired and Michael sighed. “This is a small house… And I’m not saying that we move right now… when you are more mobile…”
“But I can’t help pay for a house… I’m not working… and I don’t know if I’ll ever get a good reference to work again…” Nikita drifted off. She looked at Michael and frowned. “And what if, when you remember everything… you don’t want me any longer.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
Nikita leaned her head onto Michael’s shoulder. “I have to think about this, Michael. It is too much.”
Michael knew that it wasn’t enough. He wanted to give Nikita a larger house. He wanted a house with five rooms, a master bedroom for them and four other bedrooms, for children that he wanted to have with Nikita. He knew that they could get there if things went right.
And it started with a small house.
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