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Date Posted: Wednesday, December 29, 11:40:20pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 97+" on Thursday, December 23, 07:37:51pm
“This is really good, Nikita,” Adam gushed as Michael turned from the hallway into the kitchen to find Nikita at the stove with Adam at the table. He stopped as he smelled something really good. “Kita?”
“Dad, Nikita made Tyler Florence’s Upside-Down Apple French Toast with Cranberries and Pecans,” Adam announced as he held out his fork towards his dad. “Try it.”
Michael took a bite but he had already thought it was going to be good just from the smell that had somehow just stayed trapped in the kitchen. Michael chewed as he handed the fork back to Adam, finding himself licking his lips for more too soon. “How did you learn how to make this, Kita? You have always said that you don’t know how to cook.”
Michael was surprised as Nikita turned and had a plate heaping with his own serving, or rather servings, of the delightfully sweet breakfast food. Once Michael took the plate out of Nikita’s hands, she turned and lifted a book up to show Michael. He chuckled. “You read a cookbook.”
“Of course she did, dad,” Adam declared as he rolled his eyes. “I’m on my second serving.”
“On, that should be a sugar crash during the morning at school,” Michael retorted as he sat down by his son. Adam leaned forward and looked at his father. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that…”
“About how much sugar you eat in the morning?” Michael questioned as he started to dig into his breakfast as he was unable to help himself. “I still think there is probably more sugar in that Captain Crunch Peanut Butter that you practically inhale.”
“I meant about school. I should stay home today,” Adam announced and Michael shook his head. “Yes, you orchestrated an Our Christmas yesterday, but that does not constitute a day off from school.”
“School bores me,” Adam complained with a huff. “I think it is time to consider home schooling.”
“Oh no,” Michael swung his head from side to side as he had been just about to start eating when Adam made this announcement. “I would never get any work done with you roaming around this house day in and day out. You are going to school like all other normal children.”
“Have you been doing work lately?” Adam inquired as he stood up with his plate in his hand. Michael tensed up for a moment, but just allowed Adam to leave with that statement. This wasn’t the time or place to discuss school. Michael had told Adam that he would allow him to move ahead in the grades like his teachers had often discussed with Michael, but Adam was the one that did not want to skip any grades to get to a level where the work challenged him.
“Go to school, Adam,” Michael called out as Nikita placed a cup of coffee down in front of him. She retreated to the countertop and brought over a small plate with her breakfast and a cup of tea. Michael looked at her and worried that she would volunteer to teach Adam. She would do that. She wanted Adam to be happy and Nikita was a stubborn woman. She would easily take Adam’s side on this if she thought he really wanted to be home schooled.
Michael was sure that Adam just wanted a day away from school.
Nikita ate quietly as finally Michael heard the front door open and close, indicating that Adam had indeed left for school. It was then that Michael became acutely aware that he had not heard Nikita talk all morning. He paused while swallowing some coffee and looked at Nikita. “Everything ok?”
Nikita shrugged her shoulders slightly and she fidgeted with her fork on the plate. “Waiting for an appointment.”
Michael blinked. “For what?”
“Ellie,” Nikita answered as she took some of her French toast and ate it slowly. Michael allowed her some time and looked at her again. “Is something wrong? Are you having side effects of the medicine?”
Nikita shook her head from side to side as the phone rang. She got to her feet and took the call. There wasn’t much to hear, but Michael could tell that she had said ok to the person on the phone and he could only assume that it was Dr.Hlad’s office.
Michael waited for Nikita to sit down before speaking, “So you have an appointment?”
Nikita nodded her head up and down. “1 pm.”
“But it isn’t because of the medicine?” Michael prodded as he just wanted to know that Nikita was ok.
“Physical,” Nikita answered and Michael put his fork down. “You didn’t have to do that right away.”
Nikita shrugged her shoulders again as if it was nothing and continued to eat her food slowly. Michael took her hand. “Do you want me to come?”
Nikita’s mouth opened as she started to shake her head from side to side negatively. She struggled to find the words and then stopped moving her head. “I’m fine, Michael.”
Michael hated that phrase. He hated the word fine. He knew how many times he used it to tell Nikita to leave something alone and that things weren’t as good as they seemed. He didn’t believe the validity of Nikita’s words, but he didn’t want to smother Nikita either. “If you need me there… all you have to do is ask.”
Nikita smiled as she stood up. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. Michael turned in his chair and watched as Nikita washed her plate. “Do we have plans this morning?”
“You – work,” Nikita looked to the lab door and then back to Michael. “I have class.”
“Class?” Michael inquired as he still felt like he had stepped into the twilight zone or something along those lines. He watched as Nikita nodded her head up and down and pulled out the camera bag that she had just gotten yesterday. “There was an opening in the class that starts this morning.”
“Oh,” Michael whispered as he blinked his eyes. “You already called?”
“Yesterday,” Nikita shrugged her shoulders gently.
“Let me finish up and I’ll drive you over there… and how are you going to get from class to Dr.Hlad’s?” Michael inquired as he started to stand up. Nikita pushed his shoulders down and shook her head from side to side. “You are putting off what is in your lab.”
“No,” Michael looked at Nikita. “You come first.”
“I’ll be fine,” Nikita replied as she pressed a kiss to the top of Michael’s head. He shook his head. “You can’t just walk there.”
“I have this under control,” Nikita spoke as she continued out of the kitchen. Michael paused and frowned. He was about to get up when he heard Nikita call out, “Finish your breakfast and do the dishes!”
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