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Date Posted: Sunday, February 13, 04:31:41pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 165+" on Saturday, February 12, 08:17:25pm
Nikita moved over to the butcher counter and looked at the nice slices of steak as she stood there. Michael looked over to his side and see Adam with Davenport. Michael had told Davenport that Ellie could come along to dinner, but she was out at a lecture series on PTSD. “Adam… why don’t you and Davenport go make a compromise on what chips are being bought tonight…”
“I want Doritos!” Adam declared and Davenport shook his head. “Salt and Vinegar with ridges.”
“Just go,” Michael pointed off to the aisle that they would probably spend a lot of time and probably decide upon too much junk food. Michael pushed the cart towards Nikita as she took the wrapped meat from the butcher and smiled. “I like fresh ground meat.”
“That’s good,” Michael nodded his head as he then pointed to some steaks. He watched as Nikita waited and there was a small line forming. Nikita didn’t seem to have a care about it and he was relieved, but surprised.
“How do you think I got everything I needed for the baking?” Nikita questioned as she put Michael’s selection into the cart and started to push it. Michael hadn’t thought about that and now that Nikita pointed it out, he realized that he was being stupid about this. “Ok… I was wrong about the grocery shopping.”
“We also stopped at Target for that DVD that Adam absolutely needed,” Nikita pointed out gently as she moved down to the seafood counter. She frowned and continued on. “We should have made a list.”
“We aren’t that organized,” Michael chuckled as he admitted a truth that he would have hated to say before. When it was just him and Adam Michael was beyond orderly. He would never have walked into a grocery store without a list that was in order of aisles of the food that was needed and for which meal the food was for. It didn’t bother him that he wasn’t doing that now.
Michael worked with Nikita as they grabbed a couple large bags of chicken breasts to have on hand for when they ran out of food again. They selected some yogurt, for Michael some Greek yogurt with just a touch of honey and for everyone else an elaborate array of flavors that somehow included caramel and chocolate.
“Kita… about Adam’s request about the pageant…” Michael spoke as she came back with some shredded cheese. Nikita looked at him and shook her head. “It’s ok… I don’t want to go.”
“But I do want you to go, so does Adam,” Michael took the cheese from Nikita’s hands and placed it into the cart. He looked at Nikita. “It’s important to him. Last year he didn’t even invite me, Kita.”
“It’s not right for me to go… it’s for parents…”
“But you are like a mother to him now, Kita. You matter to him,” Michael explained and Nikita shook his head. “I’m not his mother.”
“He doesn’t think that at all… but you are an important woman in his life and he knows how much you mean to me…” Michael explained and Nikita shook her head. “Maybe I should back off some…”
“Why?” Michael asked as Nikita moved over for a container of sour cream and some cottage cheese. She looked at Michael. “He shouldn’t forget his mother. I’ll never want to make him forget.”
“He won’t,” Michael shook his head as he reached out for some orange juice and touched Nikita’s elbow. “I saw you on Thanksgiving with him… snuggling… I don’t even get a chance to do that with my son these days.”
“Snuggling?”
Michael chuckled and kissed Nikita’s cheek. “When you were sharing the blanket on the couch. He is growing up so fast and we both need to be there for him… because he is damn smart.”
Nikita rolled her eyes and rubbed her hands together. “Michael, he isn’t my son.”
“But you love him as if he was,” Michael pointed out as he turned to the next aisle. “It’s ok to love him like that, Kita. It makes me know how much more special you are to have in my life.”
Nikita turned to focus on cereal. She took a couple boxes, looked at them and put them back down. She was processing what Michael had said and he waited. “Kita…”
Nikita turned and blinked back tears. “Please… its ok being out in public… but in a school with other children… of all grades? Michael, you have to know how hard that would be for me…”
Michael hadn’t thought about it that way at all. He stood there as Nikita tossed in some boxes and took the cart from him. She put some boxes of cereal bars and a couple cartons of broth that were opposite of the cereal. It was as she was turning into the next aisle that Michael caught up with her. Nikita wrenched away. “Not here, Michael.”
“I’m sorry,” Michael whispered as he placed his hands on her shoulders. “I’m so sorry…”
“I’d rather Adam think that I think it’s dangerous for me to go… than for him to think… well,” Nikita shook her head as she saw Davenport and Adam at the end of the aisle with their arms full of bags of chips. “Oh no…. now that is too much!”
“Seems right to us,” Adam shrugged his shoulders as he moved down the aisle and started to put the food in. Davenport stood there and held his. “I’m buying this on my own.”
“You are teaching him bad habits,” Nikita declared as she pushed the cart again and Michael shook his head.
He needed just a few more minutes.
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