| Subject: À la Vie! - Chapter 57 (PG-13) |
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Date Posted: Monday, November 22, 07:56:20pm
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's message, "À la Vie! - Chapter 41+" on Friday, November 05, 11:09:31pm
“Now, the groom will enter here,” directed Father Eugene, “with his groomsmen behind him.” Michael took his place. Next to him stood Helmut Volker and the Birkoff twins.
“Then the bridesmaids walk down the aisle. Step, pause. Step, pause. That’s it.” Madeline was first, followed by Julie, and then Carla, the maid of honor.
“Now the father of the bride walks the bride down the aisle.” Chuckling followed by “aahs” ensued as Adam gamely held his arm up high enough for Nikita to hold on to.
“This is the father of the bride?” asked the priest, understandably confused.
“Adam is our son,” Michael explained. “Neither Nikita nor I have any other living male relative.”
“A friend of the family, perhaps?” Father Eugene asked weakly.
“What’s the matter? I can do it,” said Adam determinedly.
“Of course you can, Adam,” said Nikita. “Father Eugene is just confused.”
Adam wiped the scowl off his face and looked up at Nikita adoringly. “I can’t wait until you’re my real Mommy.”
Nikita picked him up and held him close. “Neither can I, sweetie.” She had already filed the paperwork petitioning to legally adopt Adam.
* * *
The rehearsal dinner was a lot of fun, with Nikita finding out much more about Michael than he would ever have revealed about himself. The Birkoff twins were a font of information, and Helmut had a few “Michael” stories himself, despite the threat to cut off his cigar supply completely. Nikita, of course, had no happy childhood memories to share, and Michael noticed the sad look that flashed across her face now and then and he squeezed her hand.
He stood up. “Did I ever tell you about the first time Nikita tried brie?” he asked. Nikita looked at him in surprise. Michael scrunched up his face and wrinkled his nose in a perfect imitation of Nikita. The table roared. “And once, when we went swimming, she wore a pair of shorts I had—“ The table was all ears. Nikita felt her eyes brimming with tears. Michael was taking the two happy days in her childhood and stretching them into a lifetime of good memories. She loved him now more than ever.
* * *
Nikita brushed her teeth and hair and examined her face in the mirror. This was her last night as a single woman. Tomorrow she would be Nikita Samuelle. Mrs. Michael Samuelle. She looked at her sapphire ring for the millionth time. The matching bands that she and Michael had picked out were a perfect complement to the ring she now wore. For some reason, Michael had insisted on giving the rings to Julie instead of leaving them with Helmut. He joked that Volker would probably pawn them for a good cigar.
She turned off the overhead light and walked into the bedroom. Michael was lying on top of the covers. He had on sweatpants, athletic shorts, and a sweatshirt. “Michael, are you cold?” He actually looked overly warm.
“Full body armor,” he explained. “I only have one more night to go, and I’ll be damned if I blow it now!” Nikita picked up her pillow and tossed it at him, laughing as she slipped under the covers. She turned out the light and lay on her side facing Michael.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me good night?” she asked.
“Don’t start with me, Nikita,” he warned.
“Michael, it’s just a kiss,” protested Nikita.
“Tell that to someone who didn’t have a full out hard-on in front of a priest!”
She gasped. “Oh, Michael! You didn’t!”
“Petit Michel has been a very bad boy lately,” Michael replied solemnly.
Nikita grabbed her pillow back and held it to her face. Michael could still hear her laughing.
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