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Date Posted: Monday, January 03, 11:43:49pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 107+" on Saturday, January 01, 10:10:07pm
“Are you ready to take this pill?” Michael asked as he settled beside the newly made bed next to Nikita. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight. “Just a bit longer.”
“You want to be able to wake up at a normal time in the morning,” Michael pointed out and Nikita leaned back. “I can probably go to sleep without it.”
“And you’ll be up in an hour,” Michael pointed out as he handed the pill over. “It will take about thirty minutes before it takes effect. You should take it now.”
Nikita relinquished the control and swallowed the pill. Half teasing, Nikita turned her head towards Michael and stuck her tongue out so he could see that she had taken it. Michael shook his head slightly and then rolled his eyes. “I was hoping we could talk some.”
“That’s what we have been doing all day,” Nikita pointed out as she took Michael’s hand into hers.
“You played Sorry! Adam was in here for a good hour,” Michael countered and he watched as Nikita smiled. She was the one that suggested that she played a game with Adam so that he would know that she was ok. They didn’t talk about what had gone on, but Nikita showed Adam that she was ok.
Nikita shrugged her shoulders slightly and Michael kissed her cheek. “And we stayed away from hard conversations… not that this is a hard conversation.”
“What?” Nikita inquired and Michael slightly chuckled. “Well, we have two men who mean well, who are fighting to move into the rooms that my lab used to be located.”
Nikita looked at Michael and he squeezed Nikita’s hand. “I told both of them that I couldn’t make a decision without talking to you. But I don’t think that Walter should move in.”
Nikita closed her eyes with a shutter. She then opened them and looked horrified by her reaction. “I care for him so much, Michael…”
“But he is a reminder of the baby,” Michael finished and Nikita nodded her head up and down. Michael rubbed at Nikita’s hand and swallowed hard. He had another conversation with Walter that night while Nikita was playing Sorry! He told Michael something important, but it still didn’t change his mind about this decision. “I guess he contributes your presence a lot to how he got over Belinda. He thinks he owes you to be there like you were there for him.”
Nikita continued to shake her head. She didn’t have words and Michael moved closer to Nikita. “I still told him no. Plus he has a good life where he is. He can visit often.”
Nikita close her eyes and Michael watched her carefully. He hoped that he was right with this. He felt that he was right on this. “Thank you,” Nikita whispered before opening her eyes and looking at Michael. He knew then that he did the right thing.
Shifting away from the headboard, Nikita leaned against Michael’s body. “And you want Davenport to move in.”
Michael tried not to be surprised, but he was. He started to nod his head up and down. “I don’t know what happened between him and Erma… but he gave up the place he was moving into so the lab could move in there. I didn’t know… I would have never asked for him to do that.”
Nikita was shaking slightly and Michael wondered if this was too much right now. Nikita leaned her head down against Michael’s shoulder some more. “It would be nice so that he doesn’t have to go somewhere else when he is tailing me.”
“I’m hoping that he isn’t going to have to do that forever, Kita,” Michael chided Nikita gently as he knew that she was teasing him. She lifted her head to look at Michael’s green eyes. “It’s nice that you thought to ask me about this.”
“I’m asking you first,” Michael pointed out as he gazed back into Nikita’s eyes. “I haven’t even mentioned it to Adam.”
“I thought that he was going to work things out with Erma,” Nikita whispered as she looked down to her hands that were holding onto Michael’s. She fretted for a moment and then looked at Michael. “It’s ok. I’m sure that it will help all of us. But he is going to have to cook some.”
Michael placed a kiss on Nikita’s forehead. Nikita took her hand up to Michael’s shoulder and pushed him down. “I like this right now.”
“It is nice,” Michael agreed gently. But he saw that something was on Nikita’s mind. “Kita?”
“I know that there are going to be times where I have to stop everything and tell you what I’m remembering… but I get hit with little flashes all day long. I can’t stop every time and tell you. I will drive myself nuts,” Nikita explained as she took her hand and pushed her own hair away from her face.
Michael had never thought about that. He was always worried about those times that he could just tell that a memory had taken Nikita over. But there could be hundreds of thoughts throughout a day for Nikita. If she had to immediately talk about it, how would either of them live anything other than Nikita’s reports of memories?
“And I’m not always going to be near you,” Nikita pointed out as her feet started to rub against each other nervously. Michael pushed his arm behind Nikita and in front of the headboard so he could hold onto Nikita while he thought about what Nikita was mentioning. There had to be a way to make this workable for them. He would have to face the lab sooner or later. When he did that, Nikita wouldn’t be with him.
Michael looked at Nikita as she rolled her shoulders back and he could see that she needed an idea but that the medicine was starting to take effect. “You know when Ellie visited, she pointed out that we didn’t have a chair in this room… And it’s plenty big for us to have a chair.”
Nikita blinked her eyes. “This isn’t even my room.”
“It’s our room,” Michael corrected immediately. “It might not feel like that… so maybe we start with a large chair… one that we could sit in together.”
Nikita was confused and Michael reached over and touched her face. “And that is the chair we make a promise to sit in each night and you tell me about any of those moments that were small, but that you still have floating around in your head. So you don’t have them in your thoughts when you go to sleep.”
Peace came over Nikita’s eyes and Michael tapped Nikita’s nose to stop that smile short. “But, you have to still tell me right away about the bad ones… the ones that make you lose track of what else is going on. I’ll have to enforce that.”
“Michael...”
“I can tell,” Michael whispered as he leaned into Nikita’s body as he knew that she was going to protest that he couldn’t tell when a memory was overwhelming her. He would never do it, but if Nikita could see what she looked like on video, she would know that Michael told the truth. Anyone could tell when Nikita was having a PTSD flashback.
After several quiet moments, Nikita turned to gently kiss Michael’s lips. She then turned her back against Michael’s front. “I like that idea.”
“We can go tomorrow,” Michael offered even as Nikita yawned. “Later, Michael…”
“Good night, Kita…”
“Mmm?”
Michael smiled as he rolled to the side while still holding onto Nikita and turned the light off. “I love you, Kita.”
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