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Date Posted: Sunday, November 28, 06:56:56pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 63+" on Thursday, November 25, 03:17:47pm
The touch of the baby skin lingered on her hands as Nikita told Walter to take her from her. Fighting against the pain that racked her body, Nikita looked to the side of the bed that she was at and pulled out the file. “You need to follow the directions here… and bring me that laptop.”
Walter held the baby carefully in his arms as he looked at Nikita. “You should hold her while I get this stuff…”
“She has to leave… within the next hour,” Nikita announced as she held the hand out. Her body screamed to hold her daughter again, but Nikita fought against that. She also held back the tears that she wanted to cry. If Walter saw tears, he would fold against his romantic heart and try to tell Nikita that there had to be another way.
“I can’t hide a baby in Section, Walter,” Nikita pointed out as he took the folder and glanced at it. He shook his head and Nikita nodded her head. “There are directions for Mick in there… he will follow them.”
“You can’t trust him… let me take her…”
“You will try to find a way to track the baby,” Nikita spoke firmly.
“Your daughter… you had a baby girl, Sugar… At least name her,” Walter declared and Nikita looked towards the laptop. “I need to check in on missions, Walter. And you need to prepare. You need to be at the exit within ten minutes. I’ll make sure that no one is following you.”
Walter grabbed the laptop with one hand while holding the newborn girl in his other arm. He practically tossed the laptop into Nikita’s lap. Nikita knew that he would do this for her and that he would still be there for her, but asking him to do this would change her relationship with Walter. It would never be the same. She was breaking something deep inside of Walter and she knew that very clearly when picking him. He was the only person she would ever trust with this assignment. If she could have found a way to do it herself, she would have.
She was going to lose Walter because of this.
Nikita typed at the computer as her body still was going through the process of labor. Nikita had read a lot about the process and she knew that she was in what medical professionals called the third stage of labor, when her body would rid itself of the placenta. Nikita started to rub on her own stomach, hoping that she was doing enough to engage the uterus to contract as she read it should. She wasn’t a doctor or a nurse, but she had been able to get into a couple midwife courses while participating in a mission several months ago. Still, no midwife would ever consider practicing on herself.
“Go,” Nikita pointed to the door as the baby started to scream. There was a bag on the first location that was listed for Walter to go to that would have formula for the baby. She would have to wait until she got there to get fed. Nikita felt her chest throb and Nikita endured the torture of sending Walter away with her daughter.
As the door shut, Nikita groaned as she shifted the laptop off to the side and pulled out a plastic bag from underneath the bed. She worked her way through the next ten minutes until she was sure that the after birth had occurred. She put all of the contents, along with rags and other materials into the bag.
But not to destroy it.
Nikita looked at the screen as Walter got to the door. This would be the last time she would see her daughter. Nikita had always thought that it would be a girl but never allowed herself to think anything more about that. She had given Michael a baby girl and Nikita was thankful that it wasn’t another son for Michael. She would never be able to tell Michael about this. She was sure that she would never be able to live with herself if she ever saw Michael again after sending her daughter away.
But it was the only thing that Nikita could do. Nikita picked up her earpiece and started to order an active mission to have some changes. The changes were enough to provide the distraction that was necessary for Walter to slip away.
Nikita entered Michael’s room and slipped right into the bed. Her tears were unabandoned as she had no way to stop them. When she had this dream, it was always the worse. The last time she saw her daughter. The memories of coldly sending her away and fracturing her relationship with Walter forever. She knew that she scarred him and there was no way that it would ever heal.
“Kita,” Michael whispered as he felt her press her head down to his chest. He had this happen last night also, so this was the third night in a row for Nikita to steal into his room. He rubbed her back as she was crying more than the other two nights. “It’s going to be ok, Kita.”
Nikita hugged herself to Michael’s body and trembled. She was chilly and Michael stroked her hair back and then rubbed his hand down her back again. She struggled to get control of her mind, pressing her ear against Michael’s chest, feeling the beat of his heart starting to slow her mind.
Michael stared up at the ceiling, waiting to feel her body to relax. It was not as instant as it had happened the previous two nights. Michael was getting concerned when Nikita exhaled slowly and her body started to slack in the tension.
“Call Tom. Need ID to fly,” Nikita spoke clearly but without enough details. Michael tried to shift to sit up, but Nikita clung to him, not allowing him to move up much at all. He was able to move her hair off of her face to look at her. “Your handler?”
Nikita nodded her head up and down. Michael was still confused. It was like he was missing several pieces to a border of a jigsaw puzzle that did not allow him to fully put the puzzle together. “Why?”
“Need to fly commercial,” Nikita answered as if it was an easy answer that Michael would have known. Michael looked at her face and shook his head. “Why?”
“Other house,” Nikita slowly spoke as she placed her hand on Michael’s chest and moved her fingers slowly, spreading them apart and then pulling them tightly together. Michael reached a hand over to touch her hand. “I’m sure that he can do things, Nikita. But we haven’t really spoken to him. He may not be able to do anything quickly.”
“Only place,” Nikita shook her head slightly from side to side. “The only place? To do what? To heal?”
Nikita shook her head back and forth. Michael was frustrated but he hoped that it did not show out to Nikita. He stroked her hand gently and he waited, almost wishing for Nikita to give more details about what she had just said – but it didn’t happen. Michael swallowed hard and hoped that this question didn’t cause Nikita to stop talking again. “Why do you have to go to this place?”
Nikita pushed her head against Michael’s chest again as tears eased out of her eyes again. Her body was tense again and Michael held her in response. He hated that his question could cause this. He was reminding Nikita of something that was causing her to seek solace by listening to his heart beat. “Kita? Is this about the baby?”
Nikita jerked her head up and down before pressing her face against Michael’s chest. Michael exhaled and swallowed hard. “You don’t need to do this.”
“Adam,” Nikita spoke muffled into Michael’s body, but he heard the one name answer clear enough. “You don’t have to do anything just because Adam wants to know. I don’t think you are ready.”
“Call Tom. Need ID to fly,” Nikita repeated firmly and Michael sighed. “Ok… I will in the morning.”
“Now,” Nikita directed and Michael shook his head back and forth. “You need me right now… and I’m not leaving you. Not again.”
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