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Date Posted: Sunday, March 13, 06:00:13pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 199+" on Friday, March 11, 07:22:56pm
Michael had gone to his lab today as Adam had gone to school. He had promised Nikita that he would go to the lab. It was hard to do so. He worried about Nikita constantly the first hour but the worries drifted to the back of his mind as the day went by. He almost left the lab to go have lunch with Nikita, but he had also promised Nikita that he wouldn’t do that.
It was true. They couldn’t always be together.
Michael just knew that he was concerned with what was going on in the house due to the amount of things that Nikita brought back from her shopping trip.
It turned out that Nikita had not only gone to the grocery store. For the woman who had done what he assumed was most of her Christmas shopping online and had it delivered to the house, she came back with a lot more than groceries. Namely, lots of wrapping paper, bows, bags, boxes, and things to make personalized named tags for the gifts. It was a lot of things, along with the ingredients for all of her cookies and then some things to make homemade chocolates.
Nikita had visited a craft store.
She had also brought home things to start a scrapbook of photographs for Adam as he had indicated that he wanted.
Michael had visions of how the kitchen would be when he walked in and he had been positive that he was going to find Nikita covered from head to toe with flour and sugar. He would find tons of empty mixing bowls, especially since Nikita had the forethought to buy some additional mixing bowls; a mixer that Michael was almost sure was industrial strength, and storage containers.
“Kita?” Michael called out as there was some light holiday music playing as he entered the calm house. There was no evidence of any cookie explosions in the hallway. He walked down and saw Nikita calmly and cleanly walked to the doorway. “Hi, Michael. I wasn’t sure if you would be home first or Adam.”
“I admit… I came home early,” Michael admitted as he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked into the clean kitchen. On some cooling trays were some large gingerbread cookies. “Did you just get started?”
“No,” Nikita shook her head as she wrapped her arms around Michael’s waist. “You either came home to make sure that I didn’t allow Adam to eat too many cookies… or you were afraid that the cookies were going to beat me up.”
“Well…”
“I love it,” Nikita leaned up and kissed Michael’s lips. She pulled away and walked to the table. She pulled out some papers and turned towards Michael. “I did research this morning first on which cookie recipes that I am going to do were best to freeze. I got cookies planned for baking from now until Christmas Eve…. So, I won’t be trying to do ten cookies in one day.”
Michael was happy to hear this. He nodded his head and sat down. “And gingerbread was a start.”
“Only because I want to do a special process on these to preserve them… after we decorate them as a family tonight… I have about four for each of us… but we don’t have to keep them all. But they probably won’t taste good if we don’t preserve them,” Nikita informed Michael. He chuckled. “Ah… Are you sure that Adam is going to find this fun?”
“Are you asking because you are concerned about me being crushed if Adam doesn’t truly want to do this nor are you asking me because you are afraid that you aren’t creative enough?” Nikita challenged Michael. He chuckled and looked up at Nikita. “You scared me yesterday.”
“I thought it was the singing hippopotamus that scared you yesterday,” Nikita quipped as she mentioned the new addition to the mantel that joined the donkey on the mantel. It was hard to believe, but someone did make a Christmas Hippopotamus that played one of the more annoying carols in Michael’s mind, “I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas”. Adam enjoyed it because he knew that Michael immensely disliked the song and during every commercial of the made for television holiday movie they were watching together Adam would spring to his feet to play the song at least once.
“You made a lot of crepes not long ago,” Michael pointed out and Nikita laughed. “I told you… that was Walter’s fault. He gave me a recipe that was meant to feed an army.”
Michael shifted and then stood up. “I’m going to go upstairs and wash off… I had a long day at the lab.”
“Why don’t you ever call it work?” Nikita asked as she tilted her head to the side and the question stopped Michael in his tracks. “What?”
“You always call it the lab? But it’s your job,” Nikita explained her question and Michael exhaled. He hadn’t been there in a long while and it was a mistake. He had been busy with things related to Nikita, but as Michael walked in he was face to face with something that he would have to address with Nikita sooner than later.
Their daughter.
The last time Michael was in the lab he had been working on things related to getting ready for the search. He had the DNA profile ready to search for and he still had the other materials that came from the place that Nikita had in Florida.
“I never had a real job,” Michael stated as he looked at Nikita. “And I guess since I don’t have to go to the lab to receive a check…. I don’t have to work… I choice to work.”
“Ok,” Nikita replied and Michael leaned his head forward. “That’s it?”
“I was just wondering,” Nikita smiled as she looked at Michael. “I had plenty of jobs… none of them were good work at all… waitress… bartender until the one owner found out that I was under age and couldn’t even get a permit from a parent… odds and ends… not good work either.”
“I didn’t know any of those things,” Michael stated and Nikita nodded her head. “I wasn’t always on the streets… well, I was on the streets but sometimes it wasn’t as bad as other times. The one time I was homeless but I had a car… I had saved money in my clothes for weeks…. I got the car for almost five hundred dollars and I thought I was going to drive away… I drove it to the apartment that my mother had…. I had some things I wanted to get… and then the car wouldn’t start again… I lived out of that for a long time until the city towed it away… with my things…”
Michael walked over to up Nikita’s hair. “You are amazing.”
Nikita blushed and she stepped away. “You should get cleaned up… and dinner will be ready.”
“You made dinner too? I thought you were just baking,” Michael questioned as he was expecting to have to call out for delivery.
“Davenport suggested something for the crock pot… it’s just chili…. He said that he was going to bring home some sour cream and rice to go with it,” Nikita pointed to the Crockpot that was on the countertop. Michael leaned over and kissed Nikita’s lips. “Thank you...”
“It was Davenport’s-“
“I’m not going to kiss Davenport,” Michael winked as he turned and dashed up the stairs, feeling so light about what he had found. Maybe Nikita had plans for too many cookies, but it was orderly downstairs and nothing too extreme had happened. Nikita seemed happy with what she was doing and he was almost feeling silly for worrying about her earlier.
Michael noticed that their bathroom was out of towels and he walked over to the spare bedroom that Nikita had used and opened the door.
And then he stopped.
The one wall of the room was completely covered with boxes covered in bright Christmas wrapping paper from top to bottom.
Maybe he still had to worry.
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