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Date Posted: Sunday, April 24, 01:58:44pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 218+" on Friday, April 22, 05:24:51pm
Michael pushed Nikita’s hair off of her shoulder and slowly eased his hand onto her neck and shoulder as she dropped her head forward. The church was empty as most were waiting in line to congratulate the happy couple just outside the church in the area that led to the convent.
He rubbed in circles and turned his body to look at Nikita. He could feel Nikita trembling and he leaned closer. “Just take one deep breath in…. and then slowly let it out, Kita…”
Nikita tried but it caused her to gasp and Michael knew that she didn’t want to cry any longer. She immediately converted back to her short gasps and that would do her body no good. “I’m here, Kita… you are safe… and I know that you are emotionally overwhelmed right now. You don’t have to hide that from me.”
“They… forced…” Nikita muttered as her mind couldn’t shake the thoughts of that middle of the morning ceremony with Helmut. Despite what she had told Michael earlier, she had had dreams while a young child of Prince Charming sweeping her off of her feet and taking her to the wedding of her dreams where it would be only her and Prince Charming. Since she was a girl, she wore a frilly pink dress, but it didn’t matter. There wasn’t a church. There wasn’t a minister. It was just her and Prince Charming.
From the wedding that Nikita had photographed for Whitney Huwe, Nikita had been watching wedding shows – especially once Rhoda got engaged. Nikita didn’t know why. She never could see herself in a wedding dress. She already had one. It had been ripped away from being her dream and being forced onto her. But she still watched the show. Show after show after show, and not telling anyone.
“It’s ok, Kita… you can stay here for as long as you need with me…” Michael whispered as he looked back and saw that Rhoda and Nat stood there. They wanted to get some formal pictures taken, Whitney Huwe actually doing the photography for them since Davenport had begged off of the duty since he was friends of the bride and groom.
It was Whitney that suggested that they go upstairs to the balcony for the moment.
“Michael…. I’m… happy for them…” Nikita whispered as she started to slow down the panting and started to return to regular breathing on her own. Her body was tingling and she wanted fresh air, but knew that to try to stand up now would cause a grievous error as she had no control.
“I don’t doubt that at all.” Michael continued to rub at Nikita’s neck. “And it’s ok to be happy, Kita.”
Michael realized that Nikita’s feelings were all mixed up and that it was possible that she felt guilty for being happy for Rhoda and Nat, amongst other things. She needed to know that she wasn’t the only one who was conflicted by being at a wedding. “I am happy for them… but also sad… for myself…”
Nikita lifted her head slightly and Michael saw her lift a shaky hand to her face. He pulled out a handkerchief and started to wipe away t the tears. “Michael…”
“It’s ok,” Michael spoke as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “You are ok. I’m ok.”
“Their vows…” Nikita rasped as she could still hear it in her head. She saw them saying it again. Because of you, I laugh, I smile, I dare to dream again.
“Very touching,” Michael stated as he continued to wipe at the tears as they slowly dripped from Nikita’s crystal blue eyes. “I would say the same to you, Kita. From the moment you got me out of Section with Adam… you gave me the ability to laugh… to smile… and now I have the ability to dare myself to dream.”
Nikita nodded her head up and down as she pressed a hand to Michael’s shirt. She swallowed and leaned her head back slightly more, pulling herself together even more. “Dreams…. There are some…”
“We are able to have the good dreams,” Michael interrupted Nikita’s thoughts. He knew that she had bad dreams and that they were too easy to have.
“I lied,” Nikita declared as she looked at her hand, unable to look at Michael’s face. “I did used to dream… of getting married… as a child…”
“Oh, Kita….”
“I’m sorry…. I’m sorry…” Nikita immediately reacted as she looked up at Michael. “I didn’t mean to lie…”
“Kita, it’s ok,” Michael cupped his hands along her cheeks. “You’ve told me so much…. it’s ok that you didn’t tell me this.”
“It was a like a mixture of Sleeping Beauty and Snow White…. You know… someone rescuing me… some Prince Charming…” Nikita rubbed her head as she placed her hand right back on Michael’s chest. “I gave that dream up before I was even a teenager.”
Michael pulled Nikita against him. “Kita, those are old dreams … and now you can have new dreams… We will have new dreams.”
Nikita’s arms shook as she hugged Michael in return. She closed her eyes and willed her body to calm down. She was the one that broke away from the hug. She saw the flash of the camera and looked up to the balcony where Rhoda and Nat were kissing. “It was beautiful… perfect for them.”
“It was perfect for Nat and Rhoda,” Michael easily agreed as he stood and took Nikita’s hands. “Ready?”
Nikita nodded her head as she stood up, feeling not one hundred percent, but knowing that she was ready to leave. She looked over her shoulder to the altar and then eased into Michael’s body. They were almost out of the church when the minister stepped in. He tilted his head and moved towards Nikita. “My child, trust that you will get this also.”
“What?” Nikita questioned as she looked at Michael and then back to the minister. Had Rhoda told him?
“You have been blessed…. And you have come such a long way from when you first came to us…came to Rhoda… He hasn’t forgotten you,” the minister spoke as he stepped forward and place a hand on Nikita’s shoulder. “Mother Theresa said I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much….”
Nikita looked at the hand and then back to the minister. “He has trusted with you so much… and soon you will reap the rewards for handling all the adversity… it will become better… You will heal and get so much more than you can even imagine you deserve.”
Nikita blinked her eyes and watched as the minister took his hand off of her shoulder. He smiled. “What God intended for you goes far beyond anything you can imagine.”
He started to pass Michael and Nikita back to the altar and Nikita turned. “Thank you for saying that to me.”
“That last part?” the minister questioned as he smiled. “I borrowed that.”
“From Mother Theresa?” Nikita questioned.
“From Oprah.”
Nikita watched as the minister went all the way to the front and made the sign of the cross. She looked up at the vast ceiling before turning back into Michael’s arms. “Let’s go have a party.”
“Ok,” Michael replied as he stepped out into the foyer of the church and turned to the side to pick up their coats. He slipped it onto Nikita and stepped out with her. He walked down the stairs with Nikita before turning to her. He eased his mouth over Nikita’s. He held her as the snowflakes started to drift down in the twilight and continued to kiss her.
Nikita was breathless as Michael pulled away and stroked her face. “I love you, Nikita.”
Nikita felt her chest pound with happiness as he said those words. She smiled and leaned forward to wipe the lipstick off of Michael’s lips. “I love you, Michael.”
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