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Date Posted: Tuesday, March 29, 03:05:13pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 204+" on Tuesday, March 22, 07:50:38pm
Adam walked into the house and stopped.
He didn’t smell cookies.
“Nikita?” Adam called out as he dropped his book bag, frustrated that his teachers still were giving out homework just five days before Christmas. He only had two days of school this week since Christmas was on Saturday and he got homework for tonight.
He walked into the living room and saw Nikita rubbing her face as she was leaning back in the recliner. Adam stopped and swallowed hard. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” Nikita sheepishly admitted as she pushed her legs down to sit up. She rubbed her neck and looked at Adam. She had been so tired and suffering from a headache when she came home from wedding shopping with Rhoda that Nikita had planned on just watching television for a half hour before starting to bake. Now she realized that she had gone to sleep for almost two hours.
Adam wasn’t sure what to say or what to do as he stood there. Nikita blinked and then laughed. “You are missing your fresh baked cookies.”
“I knew that I couldn’t get them every day,” Adam replied as he stepped forward and slumped on the couch. “Although I think we have enough cookies.”
“Might need them for Rhoda’s wedding now,” Nikita pointed out and Adam rolled his eyes. He was sure that they would be eating Christmas cookies until at least Valentine’s Day. Not that he was going to complain.
Now Adam looked at Nikita and saw her eyes looked a bit duller than they had in the past. Even right after Davenport took him to the mall and explained the information that Mick had revealed, Nikita didn’t look like this – pretty darn sad. Maybe she had been trying to put on a careful front for Adam, but still, he sighed. “Are you unhappy?”
“No,” Nikita shook her head from side to side. “I just had a long day.”
Adam jerked his head slightly and narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t do a mission as the angel again, did you?”
“No,” Nikita chuckled as her eyes started to brighten slightly. Adam had a way to warm her and she was sure that Adam didn’t realize that. “I went shopping with Rhoda for her wedding dress.”
Adam stared and Nikita shook her head. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“I think you believe that you don’t have a way to marry my dad,” Adam shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Which is crazy.”
“There won’t be a wedding for me, Adam,” Nikita shook her head. “And we have plenty of identifications that already indicate…”
“That’s not a wedding for you and my dad,” Adam interrupted Nikita as he squared his body towards Nikita. “And asking Tom to make your name Nikita Pomeroy doesn’t count either.”
Nikita exhaled and shook her head. “We aren’t going to be a traditional family and we won’t have a wedding, Adam. We both have been married in the past, because of Section. Marriage isn’t meant for us.”
“You wouldn’t be pouting in here if you didn’t think secretly that you wanted to marry my father,” Adam huffed as he stood up. “Can I start making cookies? I thought you were going to make peanut butter bliss or something like that.”
“Correct on the peanut butter bliss… but I don’t think you should be baking…”
“I’ve watched you for weeks now,” Adam retorted as he shook his head from side to side. “I want to bake…”
Nikita watched as Adam walked out of the room. She leaned forward and rubbed her neck. She pushed the blanket off and found in the kitchen that Adam had started to measure out the ingredients. She knew that she could have just stayed there and watched because Adam would be fine. He was exact and precise. He was measuring everything out perfectly, much better than Nikita had in any of the recipes.
He was so much like his father in this regard.
“You could get the cookie sheets out,” Adam stated and Nikita moved forward and ruffled Adam’s hair. “I’m letting you get away with that comment for now.”
“You were standing there doing nothing. You’ve made me get baking sheets many times when I’ve come home.”
“I’m the adult, Adam,” Nikita reminded him and he laughed. “And you were Operations…. Big whip in this kitchen!”
Nikita couldn’t help but laugh. She knew that if someone else had said that she wouldn’t feel that way. But it was like shorthand with Adam to say, “You were that person in the past but you aren’t that person to me now and so you can act differently or more like other people because you are now other people”.
“I know that I’ve been distant,” Nikita opened up as she pulled out the cookie sheets and turned the oven on. Adam pulled out the electric beaters and looked at Nikita. “I’ve handled my father being distant… it happens.”
“It shouldn’t,” Nikita stated and Adam laughed as he shook his head. “Teenagers like it when the adults are distant… most parents are more distant than you… believe me. I’ve seen my friend’s parents.”
“Which friends?” Nikita inquired and Adam laughed. “Ah… like I’m going to tell you.”
“A girlfriend?”
“No,” Adam defensively snapped as he pulled the bowl over and started to combine ingredients. He licked his lips and then started to mix the batter. He was wondering if he could ask Nikita, but he stopped short of asking the question.
“We are going to look for her, Adam,” Nikita said as she sat down at the table and covered the cookie sheets with wax paper. Adam poured more into the bowl and watched as the beaters continued their job. “I wasn’t going to ask.”
“But you wanted too.”
“But not if it is going to make you sad,” Adam admitted and Nikita shrugged her shoulders slightly. “It wouldn’t matter if it was the holidays or not, Adam. It is going to be harder.”
“As long as you are going to try,” Adam answered as he pulled out the beaters and tried to get the batter off of the beaters. When he still had some left, he gave one to Nikita and held onto one himself. He licked some off as Nikita used her fingers to take some of the extra batter off. “You are funny, Nikita.”
“Funny?” Nikita asked and Adam nodded his head. “You could just lick the beater… you are using your finger.”
“I’ll have mine for longer,” Nikita responded as she continued to move slowly. Adam was done first and he tossed his beater into the sink to be washed later, hopefully by Nikita, and started to scoop out cookies onto the sheet even as Nikita continued to finish cleaning off her beater. Adam was done with the first tray of cookies when Nikita finally stood up and went to the sink. She started hot water and then dropped her beater in. “Adam, you mean a lot to me… that’s another reason why I can’t just go look for her.”
“But she is my half-sister. I want to meet her. You both need her!” Adam declared with a puff. Nikita went to the bowl and started to divide out the batter as Adam was frustrated. Nikita waited and looked at his face as she finished the cookie sheet. “I need one more sheet…. And if you want to put this in…”
Adam frowned but he did as directed. Nikita stopped and pressed her hands on the bowl as Adam continued to frown. “You may want parents that are like your friends’ parents… but you aren’t going to have those kinds of adults in your life. You are stuck with your father.”
“And you.”
Nikita jerked her head slightly and Adam could see that Nikita wasn’t sure if she belonged her permanently. That would be a problem, especially when they found their daughter. Adam started to work again with Nikita and soon the cookies were all in the oven. Adam looked at Nikita and looked to his feet. “I think you are going to find her… before next Christmas.”
“Adam…”
“I know that you are,” Adam announced and he saw tears filling in the corners of Nikita’s eyes. He scared him that she didn’t think it was possible. If he had to give them the hope, he was going to do that.
Nikita looked at Adam and swallowed back her reaction. She didn’t want to disappoint Adam and she didn’t want to be in this kitchen next year telling Adam that they had tried as hard as they could to do as he thought that they would. But she feared that there was no way that it was going to be easy – especially not now.
“Come on…” Nikita declared as she walked to the refrigerator and opened it up. “I made these refrigerated cookies and you can try one until those are baked…”
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