Nikita was now into approximately the tenth week of her pregnancy. From everything she had read, the sickness that hounded her would end in a few weeks. In the back of her mind she knew that some people were sick their entire pregnancy. She prayed to God that she was not one of those people. Deep down, she knew she would never survive it without medical intervention, if that was the case. She did her best to remain hydrated and nourished but felt as if she was fighting a losing battle.

Changing the tradition of eating breakfast in her office to having it brought to her room had helped to calm her. There were no cameras in her room. She could eat what she could in peace and quiet and deal with the consequences in private. Her weight loss, at this point was thirteen pounds. On her tall,slender frame, the thirteen pounds was staggering and evident to all. Those who worked for her were concerned. However, they were loyal and did not dare discuss her condition with one another. They did not want to overstep her authority, even for her own well being. Nikita counted on this to buy her time. She was still unsure of the future for her and her child. She constantly worked up different scenarios for them. None had been satisfying or realistic outcomes.

She was so unsure of how those for whom she answered to would deal with her situation. Nikita had been conditioned to expect the very worst from her fellow man. She could not fathom there would be any support.

Nikita felt alone and most desperate. The inability to trust, taught to her most cruelly by Section One, had been a part of her psyche for so many years. She was unable to trust anyone in her current life, even Michelle. Nikita was damaged. In her mind, confiding in anyone was tantamount to a death sentence. She also knew that time was running out. The only thing she could do to distract her imagination was to dive into her job even deeper. It was there she felt in control. Never had the Sections ran so well.

Some of the new programs she had implemented made for small but positive improvements. Although the operatives did not know who was responsible for the changes, their hell had been made slightly more tolerable. Michael was helping Adam up the steps of the boat and onto the deck. They were once again starting their morning trek to school. Michael had been spending his days while Adam was at school trying to devise a way to disappear with Nikita and Adam. It had taken him only a few days to come to the conclusion that it was pointless. Nonetheless, each morning, he spent a few hours researching his options. Then he slept until it was time to pick up Adam from school. His sleep pattern was off. His mind felt dull, unfocused.

Most nights he would fall asleep with Adam, only to wake up around 3 a.m. Rather than fight sleep, he read while Adam slept. At least this way Adam did not witness as many nightmares.

Michael feared he was about to spend yet another day trapped in his despair. The warm sun and brilliant blue sky welcomed the father and son onto the deck. Michael was quickly searching through Adam's back pack making sure all books and papers were present and accounted for. Both turned and watched as a brown UPS truck pulled up to the docks. Instinctively, Michael placed his hand in his pocket. He felt for his gun and released the safety. Surely this was a delivery for one of his neighbors, although, few people actually resided on their boats like Michael and Adam. The young UPS delivery person was a woman. She was no more than 5"2" And her hair was brown and frizzy.

She did the best she could by containing the unruly locks by pulling them into a pony tail and tucking the whole mess into her cap with the pony tail pulled through the adjustable opening in the back.

She looked at the docks to try to get an idea of exactly which slip was her delivery address. She smiled when she saw Michael standing there staring at her, with the little boy next to him.

"Well, you're must be the two fellas I am looking for! New here?" Her voice was boisterous and friendly.

"Yes. What do you want?" The coldness of his voice and the blank stare made the delivery girl shudder. She shook off the chill he had given her and went on,

"Which one of you is Mike and which one is Adam?" She smiled again. She then bent forward to smile and look at Adam on his level.

"I am Adam. He is.... Mike." Adam giggled. It tickled him to hear his daddy's name even further Americanized.

"Well Adam, I have a package for you two. Please sign here," the driver said with a smile as she handed Michael the electronic pad.

Michael's mind raced. No one but someone deep within the Center or perhaps Oversight knew how to get to him. Fear gripped his heart. Had they been compromised? Was Nikita alive? Why was someone trying to reach him in such an open, and dangerous way? He looked at the driver one more time. She returned his look with a puzzled smile. She could feel the tension, although she did not understand what the big deal was. In a rare decision, Michael trusted the young woman. He knew what an innocent looked like and he was going to take her at face value. She would never know how close she came to death that day. It took everything within Michael to keep from breaking her neck. He signed the electronic pad and handed it back to her. She handed him the international air package, turned and quickly returned to the delivery truck.

As the truck puttered off, Adam excitedly proclaimed,

"Open it! Daddy, what is it?"

"Adam, I will take you to school. Let daddy make sure it is safe to open. Okay?" Michael did his best to appear calm when underneath he was imagining the worst. His smile discounted his concern and fear.

He walked Adam to school. He was even more aware of his surroundings this day then he had been in weeks. He kissed his son on the cheek and walked back to the boat, taking another route.

His adrenaline raced. Once inside, he unpacked the equipment he had taken from Section and scanned the package. The scan indicated nothing dangerous. He then studied the handwriting. It was that of a woman's but not Nikita's.

Carefully, he opened the tyvek envelope. Inside was another sealed envelope and a wrapped package. The box was similar to one a bracelet would come in. On the outside of the envelope there were simple, numbered instructions:

#1) Trust

#2) Open gift first

#3) Open this envelope last.

Trust was the hardest for Michael. He had trust drained from him while at Section, just as Nikita had. His heart and soul had been hardened against trusting anyone years ago. Those he trusted or who had trusted him usually ended up dead. Once again, he dug deep down into himself and followed the simple instructions. He knew he couldn't go on with his current situation. Good or bad, what was inside the envelope and box meant change. It was obvious, they had been found by someone.

The gift was wrapped in pastel gift-wrap. There was no bow but it definitely had the look of something a woman would pick out to purchase. Carefully, he ripped the paper, revealing a velvet jewelers box. It was from an exclusive store in Paris. Slowly, he lifted the top of the box. The hinge on the box squeaked as it opened. There it sat, a plastic stick. The shape was that of a digital thermometer in a way. There was a small, clear plastic window with a cotton type packing behind it. The packing was stained yellow. Another window, round in shape had a blue plus (+) sign within it. Immediately, he knew what he was looking upon.

The first time he had ever seen one. It had filled his heart with fear and sorrow. It had been years ago. He had returned home one night after an exceptionally grueling mission to find one on his pillow and Elena sleeping blissfully next to it. He knew at that point he had created a child with her. Through his deception, he had brought an innocent life into the world. He had promptly vomited his just eaten dinner in the toilet. Guilt and shame had found him that night. He spent the following months expecting the worst. His only absolution regarding the whole blood cover assignment came when he discovered that he loved Adam the moment he was born.

Now, his mind was racing once again. He felt a sickness inside his gut as the adrenaline once again surged through his numb veins. He tore into the envelope. The letter inside read:

Daddy,

Mommy and I need you and Adam terribly. Aunt Michelle will be waiting for you in Miami tomorrow night at the Sheraton Biscayne Bay Hotel. Please find her.

-Baby Samuelle

Tears immediately filled Michael's eyes. He held the test and the letter and stared at them with awe. All the fear and loneliness he had harbored and all of the terrible nightmares he had endured had been bottled inside him. He was crying uncontrollably for the first time since Adam and Elena had been taken from him. This time, however, his tears were those of release and joy. Nikita was carrying his child. For once, he was no longer scared of death or life. He was going to be with his love. For no matter what or for how long, he was going to be with her. Death would be the only thing that would keep him from her and his little family. He had been dying inside for so long. Being with Nikita was the only way he could truly live.

Quickly, he packed their belongings and cleaned the boat. He disposed of all the food except for dinner for him and Adam that night. He carefully removed any trace of their existence.

Michael then went to his laptop and arranged a charter flight for him and Adam for the next morning. His mind raced with the logistics of how he and Nikita could be together for good. Why had Michelle contacted him unless she knew of a plan? He told himself once again to trust. Why would Nikita's father had sacrificed himself if she and Michael could not be together? Time seemed to drag for him that afternoon. The urge to go to Nikita was so strong. Michael felt something deep inside that he had not felt in years. Hope.

*********** Chapter 9

Michelle had requested some time away. She had the fortunate station in life that made her able to come and go as she pleased. It was to be a shopping trip to Miami. Michelle knew she dare not lie about her destination. She told Nikita that she wanted to go somewhere warm and sunny. The days had been so cold and dreary, Nikita understood her request and trusted her completely. Those around them were hired to check so Michelle kept her story simple. Nikita was relieved to have her go. It would be one less person around from which she would have to hide her condition. Just having Michelle around however, lightened the dark decisions Nikita made. In that aspect, she would be missed.

Michelle left that morning. She was to be gone for at least a week. The limo took her to the airport where a Center jet awaited her arrival. Nikita settled into her work. Once again, she focused on the world while on another level she feared for her life and that of her child's. Michelle, in the meantime, could not wipe the smile off of her face. Joy filled her heart as her plane took off into the sky.

The Samuelle's plane flight from the Keys to Miami was uneventful. Adam enjoyed the ride immensely. He was thrilled to be missing school and flying in a small plane. Adam focused on the view while Michael focused on his immediate future. They arrived in Miami and took a cab to the Sheraton Biscayne Bay. There, they spent the rest of the afternoon swimming and eating. Michael was enjoying the time spent with his son more than he had in the past few weeks. His heavy heart had been replaced with one that beat rapidly with anticipation and hope. Adam was busy doing cannon ball jumps from the pool's edge.

Michael's mind drifted to thoughts of the unborn child inside Nikita. What sex was this child? Would this baby have his brown hair or be fair like its mother? Would she have his ever changing eyes or Nikita's incredible blue? Michael had never felt excitement like this before. This child had been conceived out of love.

That afternoon, they cleaned up and dressed for dinner. Adam would have been happy with room service and his pajamas. Michael convinced him otherwise. He tempted Adam with a game after dinner. They went to the grand lobby and planted themselves in one of the many lush couches. Michael explained the game to Adam,

"Here is our game. We have traveled much in our life haven't we?" Michael's voice was soft as he questioned his young, insightful son.

"Yes, daddy. Why?" Adam asked his father.

"Our game is to try to guess what country the people that come into this hotel are from. Do you think you can look for clues?" Michael smiled at his son. He knew Adam would love looking at the guests as they arrived and trying to decide where they were from. They could then make up stories about them.

"That sounds like fun! Can we guess why they are here too?" His eyes danced.

"Sure. That will be the fun part. We will make up grand stories."

Michael's face showed nothing but joy. He was learning to relish his son. His anticipation at the joy that Adam would have having Nikita as his new mother, and the joy of a baby brother or sister made him feel hopeful inside. Adam would be the best brother.

The game ensued. Adam was a fast learner. He had a sharp eye for detail. After several hours of guessing and the grand stories that followed, Adam drifted off to sleep in the huge over stuffed sofa. His head rested on his father's lap. Michael pretended to read while he continually scanned the lobby for Michelle. The hotel staff knew that he was obviously waiting for someone, and left him alone.

She walked in the lobby, alone. A little shorter than Nikita, but she carried herself much the same way. Michael closed his book and carefully slid Adam's head from his lap. He then stood and turned to scoop the sleeping child into his arms. Michelle turned and gazed upon Michael and his sleeping son. A huge smile spread across her face. She quickly strode across the lobby to them. She kissed Michael on the cheek and lightly brushed her delicate hand over Adam's sweet face. Her eyes were full of tears.

"Thank you for trusting. I know it was difficult. Are you ready to rescue her once again?" She asked in a small and shaking voice.

"Yes," he replied. His face did not show emotion but Michelle could see the hunger in his eyes. He would have to get to Nikita soon.

They quickly headed for the elevator to his and Adam's room. Michelle had only brought one small carry on bag. She had told Nikita that she planned on purchasing what she needed when she got there.

Adam lay sleeping while the two went over plans. Michelle told Michael of her suspicions on Nikita's health and her simple discovery. She also told him about Nikita's performance on her newly acquired position. Michael was shocked to find that Nikita was not at Section One but had been placed, out of reach, to run Center. Michelle warned Michael about Nikita's sickness. She told him to not be shocked when he saw how thin she was. It was something that he would have to see in person to understand. She told him of Nikita's bravery and how well she had done to try to hide her pregnancy.

They also discussed, briefly, what all had transpired within Center and it's Sections since he had been gone. Michelle was able to give Michael enough information so he had a rough idea what the climate was. Now had come the time to discuss the future. More important, Nikita and Michael's future and that of Adam and their baby.

"Michelle, why did you contact me? Do you have a plan?" Michael's eyes bore into hers.

"No, Michael. I have no plans for you. However, my father did. The reason that this was not implemented when you were with us for a brief time after my father's funeral was for your and Adam's protection. Those in support of Nikita now know she is quite capable of running the show. My father wanted her to have the time to prove it. She has. It has taken much less time for her to secure herself than he or his computer program projected. With her unexpected pregnancy, thank God she is so competent."

Michael looked at Michelle and then down to his hands.

"You were always part of the plan too, Michael. My father knew that you loved her. From the reports he received, it was love at first sight. Was it not? Your love saved her life, and in turn, it saved yours in the process. If you will accept, you and Nikita will run Center, Oversight and the Sections together. You both know your strengths and weaknesses. You will compliment one another as you have always done. Apart, you two are very impressive. However, it is as a team that you on unbeatable. Why do you think Operations and Madeline were so terrified of you? They knew that eventually, you two would run the show."

Michael's stare was once again unreadable.

"So, Michael. If you will accept my father's offer, and if you can accept being put back into the world you learned to despise, you can have Nikita. Your lives will never be normal. What I am proposing is the best we can hope for. There is no such thing as a normal life for us." Michelle then took a deep breath. It was quite a speech.

"What about the safety of Adam and our unborn child?" Michael couldn't imagine a life without them.

"They will be as safe as you make them. They will live with you. Michael, there are risks the average person takes when having children. I cannot promise that their lives will be completely normal. You and Nikita are ghosts. But a handful of people will know that you even exist. You will be able to raise your family in a safe home filled with people that will love your children as their own. Your children will have a life of love from their parents, their Aunt and the staff at the home. Those people are there because they want to be. No one is forcing them to stay. They are deeply dedicated from the simplest housekeeper to Mr. Smith. They are also trained. Your family will be safe. My father made sure of it."

Michelle took another deep breath. She felt as if she was negotiating a major purchase. She knew that Michael had to be absolutely sold on his position and the safety of Nikita and the children. If he was not convinced, she knew he would take Nikita and Adam and run.

Michael's eyes, once again, bore into Michelle's. His voice was soft and heavy,

"Michelle. I have trusted you more in the last two days than I have ever trusted anyone, other than ' Kita. This is difficult for me. Swear to me that what you are telling me is true."

"Michael. It is what I say it is. I cannot promise you a future free of fear or problems. However, I think you can handle anything that comes. Michael, Nikita needs you. She needs you to be there with her. She cannot run. Promise me, that you will go to her and stay with her. We need you both there." Michelle's eyes pleaded with him.

"Very well," his voice washed over her, "When do we leave?"

"We have a few things to do in the morning. Before the planes arrive. I need to contact Mr. Smith. I promise you, I will get you to her as soon as possible." Michelle reached for Michael's hand and squeezed it. "Now, let's get some rest. I am beat. The past few days have been quite nerve wracking."

Michelle then went into the bathroom and put on her nightgown, got ready for bed and returned to their room. Michael had changed into his pajama pants and a tank top and was in the process of changing little Adam into his pj's.

Michelle slid into the opposite bed.

"Good night. Michael." Her voice soft and light.

"Good night." Michael replied. "Michelle?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you." His voice was barely audible.

"You're welcome."

Michelle drifted off to sleep. Michael did not. He couldn't sleep. The hours were spent in either thoughts of hope and anticipation or great torment. His emotions varied wildly that night. Never had he felt so alive.

The next morning was spent at the exclusive jewelry stores in Miami. This was his only chance to buy Nikita a ring. Together, he and Michelle picked out a ring. It was a diamond, not too large, but important enough to certainly be noticed. The setting was platinum and modern in design. The design had a sensuousness about it. An edge. It was Nikita. Michelle knew Nikita's ring size, as did Michael. For a custom piece, they were fortunate it was in Nikita's size. It was meant to be. While he was in the store, he purchased two plain platinum wedding bands.

As they made their out of the store Michelle tried to prepare him for Nikita's condition.

"Michael. I must warn you again. Nikita has been very ill. This ring will be much too big." Michelle's eyes bore into Michael's this time. "With your love, support and your mere presence, she should be able to get back on track. Perhaps we can get her to add another 20 or 30 pounds to boot?" Her eyes now danced.

With Adam in tow, they then headed to a children's clothing store. It was an exquisite boutique. There, with Adam's help, they picked out a beautiful silk christening gown. The ivory gown was hand embroidered and delicate. An embroidered blanket and tiny silk bonnet completed the set. Michael ran his fingers along the silk fabric. The thought of his and Nikita's newborn child in this outfit made him tremble. God did answer prayers. Even though he had long ago given up on prayer. God had read his heart.

After careful inspection and an addition to the bonnet, Michael had the clerk wrap the christening ensemble. They then headed back to the hotel to pack. Together, they were picked up by a limousine and taken to the airport. Nothing was moving quickly enough for Michael. The anticipation was more than he could bare. He wanted nothing more than to see his love and to touch her. He was going to be there to witness her body with his child growing inside. He could not miss another day. His fear was that he had already missed too much.

Two private jets awaited. One plane was for Michael and Adam while the other was for Michelle. Michelle was heading for New York to shop for a few necessities. Adam had been told that he was going to be a big brother and once again understood the situation in a way that was far beyond his years. The jets taxied on the private strip and headed for their separate destinations.

Mr. Smith had been expecting Michelle's call. His intuition had been correct. As if reading Michelle's mind, he had prepared for what was coming. His close relationship with Nikita's father made him feel like he was as much a father figure to both Michelle and Nikita. Now, his suspicions were validated. To know that the house was going to have children in it filled Mr. Smith with exhilaration and purpose.

Together, he and Michelle had devised a plan for Michael's return. Michael had been given a PDA once inside the jet with complete details. As Michael's jet made its way to her, he sat quietly reflecting his life. Before Nikita, there was nothing. He was dead inside. Her love and goodness had transformed him. She was the only thing in his world that kept him alive. It was her love and acceptance that gave him permission to be a loving father to Adam. Michael's future, once loomed as a dark shadow that hinted at only despair and death. It now held life and hope. Soon she would be in his arms. Soon, he would be able to kiss her and hold her close. The plane could not get to her fast enough.

It was dark when he landed. Snow was on the ground. The Center limo waited on the private air strip.

"Welcome home, Sir." The driver greeted Michael. His voice showing the proper respect for the new co-leader of Center. "We have been anxiously awaiting your arrival."

Off into the night they rushed. No one trailed them. It was as if no one knew they existed. They entered the secret entrance and arrived shortly in the huge underground parking garage. Michael saw Nikita's Porsche. Even the sight of her car made his heart rate increase. He could feel her. As if flying, Michael exited the vehicle. His purchases were hidden in his small bag. He could not feel his feet as he raced silently up the stairs. Never in his life, even during the most dangerous of missions, had he felt this way. His heart soared, it felt as if it was in his throat.

The house was dark. Nikita, was in her office sitting in her father's chair. Time had gotten away from her once more. She sat there studying the screens. Michael took a deep breath when he saw her. She was so close. Could she feel his presence? Risking her discovering him, he quickly headed for their bedroom.

Once inside, the sight before him was almost dreamlike. Bouquets of flowers were everywhere. Soft candlelight illuminated the room. The bed was pulled down. The sheets were there inviting him to make love to the mother of his child within them. On the edge of the bed lay a pair of mocha silk pajama pants and a robe.

Mr. Smith walked in.

"Perhaps you can freshen up from your trip. You will find your favorite toiletries in the bathroom drawer. Miss Nikita keeps them there to remember you. She usually works until 10p.m. I will make sure she does. That gives you 40 minutes." Mr. Smith then left him.

Michael shaved and showered. He carefully covered his tracks in the bathroom. His body, tan from the sun, was complimented beautifully with the mocha colored pants and robe. His hair, had been cut once since she had seen him last. It was still long but now the natural curls held hints of auburn and blonde highlights from the Floridian sun.

He carefully hid his bag, clothing and wet towels in the closet which also seemed to be well stocked in clothing for him. When he and Adam left her months prior, Nikita had all of his clothing brought to her. She had mourned him and having his clothes, with his essence on them, calmed her.

He looked at the clock on the night stand. It read 9:55p.m. He paced the room anticipating her arrival.

At 10 p.m. sharp Mr. Smith walked into the office.

"Miss Nikita. You've worked long and hard today. How about some rest? These long days are hard on you. How much weight have you lost since joining us?" He questioned her with genuine concern.

"Thirteen pounds." She replied. She was only too happy to blame the staggering weight loss on the work, not her pregnancy.

"Time for bed. I don't care if you're done or not. The world can wait another 8 hours. Or perhaps longer, to be saved." He soothingly cooed. "Now, off with you!"

"Yes, sir!" She gushed. He was a dear man. "I'm off. Beat really. Wake me at 5:30 if I am not up."

"We'll see. Do try to get some rest." Mr. Smith responded in a loving voice. His heart was full of joy. The secret he held made him glow. Nikita stopped and looked at him. She could sense his anticipation. She then tilted her head and smiled.

"You are quite chipper tonight." She mused.

"To bed. Now." His voice was serious but sweet.

Nikita left the office and trudged up the short flight of stairs to her room. Late night was when she felt her best. She worked so late because she felt she was more efficient at that time. Her nausea seemed to subside a little then. Her mind started to map out a plan for a quick shower followed by reading the pregnancy information she had downloaded on her personal PDA.

Michael heard the steps in the hallway. He could sense her. He slipped into his closet and pulled the door so it almost shut. The door knob to her room turned. She walked in the room. Michael had to remind himself to breathe. Nikita was dressed in an exquisite winter white jacket and skirt. A silk blouse plunged low. Her hair, was pulled up and held in place by a lovely pin. She was his angel, and therefore, she looked the part.

Stepping in the door, Nikita stopped. Candles and flowers were everywhere. She laughed to herself when she took in the scene. What was that Mr. Smith up to? No wonder he had that goofy look upon his face. He really was a sweet person trying to cheer her up or de-stress her. Regardless, it was beautiful. She smiled.

She walked over to a chair and took off her jacket and tossed it on the back of the chair. She then slipped out of her pumps, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She absentmindedly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders and off her arms. Michael stood in the closet watching his beloved. Mesmerized by her disrobing. She stood there in her bra and panties. Michael's heart raced. He longed to touch her. Nikita stood looking out the window into the private dark woods that surrounded the house. The windows were such that she was able to see out but no one could see in. She loved having the outdoors open to her.

She was lost in thought. Tonight, she could feel Michael's love for her. It felt even stronger. She unhooked her bra and slid her panties off her form. Michael took in a deep breath when he saw her profile. Her body had certainly changed. Her face, arms and legs were so skinny. Too thin. He could tell that she had not let up on her work outs. Fear had made sure she didn't. He was saddened to think she had to continue to stay strong out of fear for herself and her baby. His heart broke when he saw what the pregnancy was doing to her. The stress of having to hide it and the worry had ravaged her. If only he had known sooner.

She stood in the candlelight staring absentmindedly at the window.

He then saw her in a different way. Her breasts were swollen. Her nipples were now darker in color and larger as they prepared to make milk to nourish their child. His eyes then focused on her round little tummy. It was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. SHE was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She stood, starring out the window, naked, beautiful. Her hands caressed her swollen tummy. She sighed. Michael was on her mind even more strongly tonight.

He wanted to leap out but didn't. He certainly didn't want to frighten her. So, he stayed put and worshiped her.

After a few minutes, she headed for the bathroom.

Michael could hear her in the bathroom brushing her teeth. He then heard her turn on the shower. He wondered if she would detect that someone had been there recently.

The steam from the shower revived Nikita. Her thoughts again turned to Michael. She could almost smell his cologne. Perhaps the housekeeper had it out for a whiff. She quickly washed, shaved and got out of the shower. The heat got to her if she was in too long. She was out within minutes. He could hear the blow dryer working to dry her locks. Her hair had grown to a point that it almost touched her shoulders.

"What a funny choice of bed clothes." Nikita remarked when looking at what Mr. Smith had hung on her hook in the bedroom. It was a beautiful long ivory silk gown. Chemise. No itchy lace. It was simple, fluid and sumptuous. Perhaps she would sleep in! This was luxury. She slipped the gown over her head and brushed her hair. A gown so beautiful required an up do. Even for bed. She pulled her hair into a bun of sorts. She stood looked at herself in the mirror. Her nipples poked out under the fabric as did her belly, making a shadow appear under it. Did everyone show this early? Or was it because she was so thin?

She left the bathroom, shut off the light and headed to the bed. Eager to read up on the second trimester since her first was almost complete.

That is when she found the box on the end of the bed. Nikita's heart skipped a beat. Who would do this? Mr. Smith? Why so late at night? She sat down on the edge of the bed.

Eagerly, she opened the package. The box had a golden gift seal from a store in Miami. Michelle? How did she get this here so fast? Thinking it was a blouse or some article of clothing, she opened the lid and removed the tiny gold seal holding the delicate paper tissue together. Nikita gasped at the enclosed gifts: a tiny silk bonnet, ivory christening gown and blanket. Nikita's mind reeled. She slid on the floor holding the gown in the air. Tears streamed down her face. Someone knew her secret. Her heart raced. Who? How? She put down the gown and then picked up the tiny bonnet. A shimmer from the silk bow caught her eye. Something was fastened to it.

Her hands were shaking with excitement and trepidation. She slid the ribbon between her fingers until the metal object met her fingertips. She was crying harder, full of emotion and fear. The fiery brilliance caught the light of the candles. She choked back a sob.

"Michael?"

Nikita was overwhelmed. Feeling light headed, she tilted her head back against the bed. The dizziness worsened. Her head then listed to the left and she placed her hand on the carpet to steady herself. Flashes of light followed by dark circles began to block her vision. Her mind and body surrendered to the feeling. Her last image was of Michael standing before her. Her last conscious thought, "Please be real." She collapsed.

This was not what he had wanted. Quickly, he rushed to her. He dropped to the floor and held her limp upper body. Holding her to him, he inhaled the scent of her hair and skin.

He frantically began to kiss her closed eyes. His mouth lovingly kissed her face, her hair, her neck and her mouth. This was real. Tears streamed down his face onto hers.

Nikita laid there in a state of shock. She had never felt so weak, so stunned or helpless. The ring and beautiful christening gown had overwhelmed her already delicate state of mind. If this was a dream, she would never be able to live in reality again.

Michael lifted her up onto the bed. Quickly, he tucked a pillow under her legs to help the blood flow return to her brain. He then laid down next to her and waited patiently for her to come back to him. He lovingly kissed her cheeks and eyelids. He stroked her forehead and hair with one hand while he gently caressed her rounded hard tummy with the other. His baby was in there. Their little child was safe within the woman that he loved so deeply.

"Wake up, Kita. Please. You're safe. I'm here. I'll never leave you again," he whispered to her as he continued to kiss her softly. His warm breath washed over her.

Nikita could feel him. She could hear Michael's soft voice flowing over her. Was this too a dream? The blackness and the stars that had enveloped her were starting to fade.

"Michael?" She murmured as she fought to regain consciousness. "Michael, please help me." Her voice was soft and weak.

"Kita. I'm here. Open your eyes and look at me. It's going to be okay."

He kissed her soft lips. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Michael was hovering above her. His tears fell onto her. She saw the look of love and concern in his ever expressive eyes.

"Michael? Tell me this is really happening. Oh my God, tell me this is real. Don't leave me. I cannot live here without you. Micha...." she started to drift on him again.

"Kita. Come on." Michael gently shook her. "I'm here. It's real. Kita. Your nightmare is over." He then leaned into her. His breath once again washed over her. This time he kissed her much harder. Her response to him was automatic and instinctual. She kissed him back and opened her mouth to his. The fire of their love once again was strong. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. They laid there holding one another. Both were crying. The intense feelings of love and relief flooded them. No words were said for quite some time. Both were lost in the moment. This was where they belonged.

"Michael?"

"Yes?"

"Where's Adam?"

"He's here. He feel asleep in the car. I am sure the staff has him tucked into his bed by now."

"Good. Is he doing okay?"

"He's fine. He wants to see you. I told him he could tomorrow."

"I can't believe you're both here."

Michael slowly loosened his embrace and pulled up onto his elbows. He reached for her face and stroked her forehead and brow. His face was that of deep concern.

"Michelle says you've been very ill. How much weight have you lost?" His tone was soft. His face shown concern and adoration.

"I just weighed myself in the bathroom. I have now lost fifteen pounds, Michael. I've been trying to eat. I've just been so sick." Nikita started to sob. "I worry about what this is doing to our baby. Oh God, Michael. I am so sorry. I am so sorry."

She was crying much harder now. Her body shook as she let out her bottled up fears and feelings. "I've been so scared, Michael. I have been so sick, so alone. I, I.....had always dreamt of having your child. It was a fantasy I often kept in my mind to get me through. It was the one dream that kept me alive for so many years. When it happened and I was without you, oh God, Michael.... I didn't know if I could make it. I have been paralyzed. I just couldn't come up with a decent remedy to my current situation."

Nikita then rolled onto her side away from him. She was ashamed of her weakness. She shook in her sorrow.

"Nikita. Look at me. Look at me!" He gently rolled her over to face him. "The baby will be fine. I am sure it is getting all it needs. You're the one who isn't. We'll get this turned around. How far along are you? About three months? Perhaps it will end soon with the first trimester almost over. Let's pray that it doesn't last but if it does, I am here. You will not be alone. I'll get you through it. My God! My baby is growing inside you! Do you know what my heart felt when I found out? I became alive again."

Nikita smiled. She gently placed his hand onto her tummy. Michael softly caressed it.

"Oh, Kita. We are going to have a child. Did you ever think this day would come?" His eyes danced and his smile was so precious. "Kita. Let me look at you. Let me see your body."

She smiled. His love for her never ceased to amaze her. He helped her to her feet. He grabbed the sides of her silk gown. Nikita raised her arms as Michael pulled the gown up and over her head. She lowered her arms and placed one self consciously across her breasts the other over her swollen abdomen.

"No. Put your arms down. You are now the mother of my child. The changes are beautiful."

She inhaled sharply at his declaration and slowly lowered her arms. She turned her face to the side, unable to look at him. Michael reached up and gently turned her face to his. His eyes burned into hers as his healing words worked their way into her soul, "You have never looked so beautiful than right now. Never, Nikita. Understand?"

His eyes then slowly scanned her body. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples deeper in color. He had to touch them. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. Slowly, he caressed her sensitive breasts. His touch was gentle and warm. His strokes soothed her. Nikita again turned her head to one side, her golden hair hid her face. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling of having him stroke her.

Michael then slid one hand down to her swollen abdomen. Again, his warm touch washed over her. Michael could feel the firm little ball inside her. His heart jumped with excitement. He drew her to him even closer and began to kiss her swollen tummy over and over again in circles. She wrapped her hands in his hair and held him to her.

"Nikita.... Oh how I've missed you."

The realization that this was actually happening began to sink in. Michael was with her. She looked down upon him as he continued to kiss and lick her swollen tummy. Her shock and sadness was quickly being overtaken by love and desire. She ran her fingers through his damp, curly locks. Within her the familiar burn was returning and she ached for his inhabitation. Nikita took his arms from her hips. She then gently pulled him away from his ministrations.

"Please stand," she whispered.

She held his hands in hers and tugged at him to stand. He stood and leaned into her for a kiss. With mouths parted their tongues once again became reacquainted. Her hands were a bit shaky as she reached for the tie on his robe. She untied his robe and pulled it off of his shoulders. Breaking their kiss, she stood back in awe. Her eyes widened at the sight of his tan, sculpted body.

"Oh, Michael. Where ever you've been has been good to you," she purred. She ran her hands up his chest taking in his warmth and beauty. She rubbed the heal of her hand against his hardened nipples. His arousal elsewhere was also quite evident. She reached down and ran her hand against it.

"I thought I was going to be an old lady when I got to touch this again," she cooed. Her eyes were wide and full of desire. Michael encircled her with his arms and kissed her. Both moaned at the feeling of the other's touch. Michael pulled from the kiss. She sighed in disappointment.

"Kita. We don't have to make love. If you're too sick. I can wait as long as you need to. I can wait until you're feeling better." His voice was soft and sincere.

She sighed.

"Michael, I haven't felt alive since you left. I have just barely existed. I need you to make me feel alive. I have to feel more than just fear and loneliness. I want you inside of me. I demand your magic." She then reached down and pulled on the drawstring of his silk pants. As it unfastened, the pants fell to the floor. Nikita then sat down on the bed. Teasingly she cooed, "Put your arms to your side. I want to see what the father of my child looks like. Are you experiencing any changes?"

Michael, never ashamed, stood before her. His passion laden eyes bore deeply into hers. His desire drifted over her. She tore her eyes away from his intense gaze to once again familiarize herself with his beautiful body. This man was made just for her. Her longing gaze made him swell even further. He stood before her, demanding her eyes and any other part she would care to offer to him.

"Come closer, let me touch you." she purred. He stepped to her as she opened her legs to him. Nikita ran her hands down his chest. Her fingers circled his aroused nipples. Michael shuddered and let out a heavy sigh. He had not counted on her desire. He still could not understand that she needed him physically just as much as he needed her. He did not comprehend her complete love and desire to become one with him. Their lovemaking was the only time she ever felt complete.

She kissed his stomach as his manhood rubbed against her chest and neck, begging for attention. She lowered her head and grabbed his shaft and brought it to her mouth. Her tongue circled the head. She shot a glance at him with her intense blue eyes. Her seductive stare bore into him straight in to his heart. The feeling continued down inside him and up his spine. He was shaking with desire. She continued to kiss and run her tongue around his head and length, never taking him completely into her mouth. She then pulled his manhood down against her tender left nipple. She rubbed it around and around her tender flesh in a circular motion. She could feel the wetness wash inside her.

"Is this the piece of equipment responsible for getting me knocked up?" Her question jolted Michael out of his euphoric state.

"Yes, it is. I apologize," he answered her doing his best to sound regretful.

"No need to apologize. I just wanted to make sure I award it properly."

She continued to rub him against her tender nipple. Michael stood above her watching the erotic display as if he were removed from the scene, floating above it all. Clear fluid oozed from his penis. The wetness glistened on her swollen breast. The sight was too much for her. Hungrily she grabbed his shaft again and wrapped her sweet mouth around it. She loved the feeling of him inside her. She eagerly sucked him and brought him as far into her mouth as was comfortable. Her hand stroked his shaft as her tongue ran up and down the underside. He moaned with pleasure. The sight of her enjoying him, tasting him, was overwhelming. He loved her so much. He had missed her to the point of total desolation. He hadn't been the good father he should have been due to her absence in his life. He had been too distracted with his loneliness. He had been incomplete without her. He needed her to be a complete man, father and husband.

Nikita could no longer bear not having Michael covering her with his body. She needed to surround herself with him. With one final, intense pass of her mouth, she released him. She raised her eyes to his. "I need you inside me. Love me, Michael. Please."

She laid back onto the bed. He gazed at her and the bed she lay upon. It was the bed that had cradled them before. The bed that held them as they created their child. This was a sacred place. They had worshiped one another there. Michael turned and looked at the floor. The ring tied to the tiny bonnet laid there. He reached down and picked it up and untied it from the ribbon. He came around to the side of the bed and sat down. Thinking better, he pulled her to him on the edge of the bed. He then went on to the floor on bended knees. He took the ring and gazed into her eyes.

"Nikita, I have loved you from the first moment I laid eyes upon you. I am so sorry for all of the times I hurt you and deceived you. Please forgive me. I will never hurt you again. I can now promise that. I will never leave your side. Marry me, Nikita. I love you and I need you to be my wife. I want you to be the mother of all of my children. If you can find it in your heart to love Adam as your own, as I think you do, I want you to be his mother too. He needs you as much as I do. Oh God, Kita. Let me love you for eternity. Be my wife." He then took her hand and pulled it to him and ran it along his face.

She was crying. She had dreamt of this moment. The missions for Section where they portrayed husband and wife were the most exciting and real moments spent with Michael. Those missions had always felt so right. They were a taste of what a life together could be. Nikita also knew that without Michael, she would eventually lose her will to live.

"Michael. You are my life. All that I have suffered and all of the torture has not compared to what I have endured without you. I love you more than words can express. I love Adam because he is an extension of you. He is so dear. So easy to love. I would be honored to me his mother. I will do everything in my power to make him happy. I want him to feel loved. I want him to have the childhood I never did." She then started to cry again as she gazed upon her pregnant tummy. She placed her hand on it and sobbed, "I want this child to know that it has been loved from the moment it was conceived. I never knew that."

"Kita. My love will heal you. We would have never found one another without our suffering. Most people never appreciate what they have. We always will. I love you." He rubbed her hand against his cheek.

"Yes. I will marry you. To be your wife had been my dream. I want to be with you forever." More tears rolled down her face.

Michael took the ring and took her hand. It easily slipped on her slender fingers. Although the ring was far too large, it looked as if it had always belonged there.

"Michael. It's beautiful."

He looked into her eyes. The were red and puffy from crying. He kissed her cheeks and tasted the saltiness of her tears.

"Now. No more crying. From this day forward, what happens between us will bring nothing but happiness. Especially here, in this bed." He then climbed onto the bed and positioned Nikita onto her back. "I will cherish you forever, Kita," he whispered. His kisses were soft and tender as they melted her heart. He was being gentle in every way. His mouth began its journey down her neck to her breasts. He lovingly kissed and sucked her nipples. Her breasts tingled differently than they ever had. He was careful not to suck too hard not wanting to hurt her in any way. He looked up at her and smiled. "You know, my beautiful one, that I will have to share these with our child." He returned his attention to her and flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud. The image of Nikita nursing his child appeared in his mind. Utter joy filled him. It was a beautiful picture.

"Oh, Kita. You are going to be a gorgeous mother."

His voice burned into her. He then reached down and felt the place where his child was growing within her. This tiny child was about to be rocked to sleep within it's mother. It was it's father's intentions to have this happen numerous times to follow until it was born. His hand moved down her tummy, over her mound and found her wet silkiness that was waiting for his touch. She gasped in utter joy as he gently rubbed her. Michael's touch began to fill her with heat and light. He stroked her gently over and over. Her womb tightened and her breathing became deep and rhythmic as she lost herself in her lover's embrace. She could feel herself drifting as the pleasure built within her.

"Feel how much I love you. Let me give you pleasure, Nikita. Relax and give yourself over to me," he whispered into her ear.

With his words, she let out a moan and inhaled deeply.

"Yes, Michael. You feel soooo good."

He quickened the pace of his stroking fingers as she lifted her hips to his rhythm.

"That's it. Come for me, Kita. Let me see you in your ecstasy. Let yourself go."

She felt herself on the edge of climax. His words pushed her over and she convulsed in her climax. Her womb, now hard, was contracting with the pleasure he had given her. He could feels her walls shake with release.

"Mmmm. Ohhh God!" Was all she could pronounce as she was lost in the intensity of her orgasm. After she had come down a bit she opened her eyes to meet his. "Michael," she panted, "Please. I need you inside me. I want to feel you inside me."

"Are you sure?" His eyes were laden with desire.

"Yes. Please love me," she moaned. He gently spread her legs and placed himself between. This was were she wanted him. To feel him between her legs and to know what was to follow made her insane. He gently entered her. Both let out a sigh of relief. He slowly pushed himself into her further.

"Doing okay?"He asked her.

"I won't break," she sighed. "Make me feel you. I know what I need, and you know it too. I want to feel you, I want to feel alive." Her voice was now low and guttural. He began to give her slow small strokes. He was being gentle. He did not want to crush her and give her any pain.

"Michael. You know that this is not what you or I want. I am pregnant, not terminal. Come on. You won't hurt me!" She gasped, exasperated.

He wanted her so badly. His true desire was to bury himself deep within her and grind against her without mercy. He looked down upon her. She looked so thin and fragile, as if she would break. Her eyes then burned into his. She understood his fierce need. She planned her next words carefully for they would break him.

"Harder, Michael. You know what I want. You know what you need to do. Please." Her voice was now unsteady as she prepared herself for the words that would be his undoing, "#uck me. Hard."

Her choice of language awoke his animal need. He kissed her deeply and then turned her head to expose her neck. He then proceeded to lick and bite her sensitive flesh there. She moaned loud and low as she pushed herself against him.

He grabbed her soft bottom with both hands and stroked deep within her.

"Harder. Michael. Harder."

He pulled himself outside of her only to enter her again. Deeper and harder. A cry of pleasure came from within her. She was beyond speech. Her language now consisted of low guttural moans, short pants and cries of ecstasy.

Michael was inside of his beloved. Her warm and wet body surrounded him. He tried to not think and just feel. Her moans of pleasure were driving him wild. He could feel her raise her body to meet his strokes as their bodies crashed together. Her tight walls caressed him as he ground into her in a circular motion. No one loved him like this. She was made to mate with him. He had to please her. Every inch of her sweet silkiness pleasured him. His love for her washed over him in waves.

She could feel another climax building within her. The hot buzzing sensation deep within her was coming in layers. The light pulled her in. Every nerve focused upon the upcoming rapture.

He could tell by her breathing pattern that she was close to coming again. He tried not to crush her as he buried himself into her hot core.

"Kitaaa. Oh, you feel like heaven," he whispered. Suddenly, he swept her over as he turned onto his side and then onto his back with her on top of him.

"Michael?!" She gasped. Her head hung low in desperation.

"Shhh. Kita. You look so fragile. I know that you do not see it. Just humor me and let's finish this with you here." His voice was soft. "Ride me. Do whatever feels good. Your intense pleasure makes mine magnify."

She resigned herself to his wishes. She ran her hands across his chest and took in a deep breath. Her eyes locked with his and each saw the deep love and desire of the other. It overwhelmed her.

He placed both hands on her hips and helped move her in tight, circular motions. She leaned forward and offered her swollen breasts to him. He licked and bit the left, much to her liking. He then switched his attention to the other. She sighed and began to push herself against him. In a rhythmic motion she rubbed her body against him. He was so deep within her. All of her sensitive areas receiving his touch. She ground her engorged clit against him. She then changed her strokes to quick and short thrusts as she rode him. He held her hips and encouraged the fast pace. Again she could feel the climax build inside her. She looked down to see his where his body was entering hers. The erotic sight increased her pleasure and need even further. Michael was here. He was inside her, giving her absolute pleasure.

Michael jammed her upon him and ground himself into her. Nikita gasped at the feeling of total gratification. He repeated his thrust as the head of his shaft rubbed her sensitive core. She closed her eyes at the approach of the light and waves of pleasure. He continued to work her body over his. She gave into his ministrations and let him guide her where he needed her. They had been blessed that one and the other's satisfaction always coincided.

Each stroke was another layer of pleasure that built upon the last. She again held onto the edge of control until with one deep, grinding thrust, he pushed her over the edge into a deep, cataclysmic release. Once he saw that she was in ecstasy, he pumped into her again with three intense brutal thrusts. With the last thrust, he exploded into her. He then pulled her into a circular motion on him as they rode out there climax together. Her tight, contracting walls milked him as he continued to spurt into her with violent spasms. Nikita's womb was as tight and hard as a baseball, the contractions left her limp, laying on top of him. Michael felt her rock hard tummy against his.

"Kita? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he gasped.

She laid there, barely able to talk. The orgasm still throbbing within her. She rested on top of him until she was able to speak.

"We're fine, daddy. From what I've read, this is normal. Our baby has just had one soothing ride. Relax. My uterus will loosen up in a bit." she gushed.

He rolled her onto his side so he could feel her abdomen. He anxiously waited for the hard muscle to relax so he could.

"Kita. I don't remember this with Elena. When I found out she was pregnant with Adam, I kind of lost it. I didn't want to touch her. The utter shock and disbelief frightened me. I felt nothing but guilt. I was away for much of it. Elena's desire was low and she was so wrapped up in preparing for the baby so it wasn't a problem. I didn't love her. I didn't want her. Oh, Kita. This is going to be so different. My desire for you will never stop. It will last until you are old and gray. It will last beyond this life itself."

They laid together for quite some time. The realization that what was happening was not a fantasy but real life took some getting used to. Michael absentmindedly ran his fingers over Nikita's shoulder, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about, Michael?" She mused.

Michael sighed. "How blessed I am to have you. Are you sure you're okay? Can I get you anything?"

"No. I am fine. I do need to go to the bathroom. Never have I had to pee so much!" She laughed. Her soul soared at the simple thought of having someone to share her experiences with. She had been lonely for so long. Michael smiled,rolled over and stood up. He extended his hand to her to help her up from their bed.

"I am not an invalid," she purred.

"Until you are feeling better, even after, I am here to assist," he whispered as he bent forward and kissed her on the forehead.

With that, her took her, hand in hand, to the bathroom and stood and watched her as she relieved herself. With his desire temporarily sated, he again looked at her with concern. Her hip and collar bones jutted out from under her skin. The skin covering her hips was reddened from his grasp during the final moments of their passion. He closed his eyes and hoped no bruising would be there in the morning.

He turned from her and flipped the hot water faucet on. Michael then took a washcloth and ran it under the warm water of the tap. Nikita took a moment and wiped herself. Michael once again offered his hand and helped her to her feet. He leaned forward to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss. Nikita closed her eyes and moaned at the sensation. Still kissing her, he then took the warm washcloth and gently placed it between her legs. Carefully, he caressed her with it's soothing heat, cleansing the remnants of their lovemaking from her crotch and legs. The warmth and his firm loving touch soothed her. She felt so good, so relaxed. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. He returned the smile and gave her another satisfying kiss. Again, she closed her eyes and soaked in the comfort. He always amazed her. He knew her needs even if she did not.

"Sleepy now, mommy?" He whispered.

"Yep," she answered with her eyes still shut.

"Good. Let's get some sleep. We have lots to plan tomorrow. You have the day off. It has been arranged." His voice was strong and convincing. Michael was now with her. He was the only one capable of taking care of her in every way whether it be personal or professional.

Nikita focused on his words. Extinguishing her concern regarding her newly acquired position. Trusting Michael, everything would fall into place. She sighed. Hand in hand they walked to their bed. Michael fixed the pillows and patted the bed.

"Lie down." He ordered. Nikita did as directed. Michael laid down then too. He pulled the luxurious sheets and blanket up onto them. He pulled her close.

" Cozy?" He whispered.

"Yes. Very," she sighed. "Michael?"

"Yes?"

"Just remember. Late night is my best time as far as my nausea goes. Daytime can be... difficult... for me." Her words came out shaky and serious.

"I'm here to take care of you. If you need anything, just ask. Only sweet dreams tonight." He then kissed her on her forehead and pulled her even closer.

"Goodnight, sweet Michael. I love you," she whispered. She then yawned and settled in. Her breaths became soft and steady. She was safe again in his arms. The little family slept. It was the first good nights sleep either had in months.

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CHAPTER 10

He awoke cold and alone. The clock read 5:10 a.m. It was still very dark outside. Light glowed from under the bathroom door. A retching sound emanated from behind the door. Michael's mind went back for a brief moment to Elena and the twisted plot to eliminate her father. He had awoken to find her grievously ill. He quickly focused on reality. It took him just a moment to realize where he was and that Nikita was not by his side. Nikita was vomiting.

She gasped for air in-between the on onslaughts of her violent heaves. Michael slipped from the bed, grabbed his robe and walked to the door. As he tapped lightly on the door, it creaked open since it was not latched. His eyes fell upon the sight. She sat on the tile floor. Both of her arms rested on the toilet, holding her body up to the edge. Her hair had been hastily pulled back in a ponytail. Another wave hit her, forcing her to emit only bile. The putrid yellow fluid stung her throat. Her nose burned with the vomited bile. Her nude body hardened with each overwhelming barrage. Her skinniness sickened him. She was sweating profusely as tears ran down her face.

Michael had seen Nikita endure horrific physical pain for him on many occasions. It seemed to him that some things could not change regardless of how hard he tried. Until he had seen it for himself, nothing could have prepared him for how horrible she looked. He grabbed another washcloth and ran it under cool water, and wrung it out. He knelt down to her side.

"Here. Let me help you." He spoke softly. He placed the cool, damp cloth on her forehead and gently moved it down over her eyes. The sweat and tears had stung them. He then moved the cloth over her nose and mouth. He cleaned off the vomit and mucus. She gasped, the cloth felt so cool. His touch so loving. Her red face started to cool with the water evaporating. She tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths. Michael reached over and flushed the toilet, removing the foul stench of the vomit from her.

"Are you done?" He asked, stroking her back softly. She didn't answer as another wave was upon her. She bent forward as she coughed and choked. Her stomach desperately tried to empty anything she had left. There was nothing. It was the dry heaves that she hated the worst.

"Every time this happens, I feel so out of control," she cried in between the waves of sickness. "I feel like I am going to miscarry. It is so violent."

Nikita started to shake. She was weak, her blood sugar low. She had nothing left inside her.

"Help me. Michael. Please." She rested her head on her forearm and started sobbing even harder.

Michael lifted her off of the floor and carried her to their bed. He covered her trembling body with the cool sheets and then the heavy blanket and comforter. Leaning forward, he kissed her cheek and then smoothed her sweaty hair away from her face. Even in this pathetic state, she was still the most beautiful thing ever created. His love for her had discovered, yet another, profound depth.

"Kita. I am going to go get something for you to drink. Try to rest."

She closed her eyes and concentrated on his voice. His love and attention soothed her. Seeing that she had settled a bit, he then put on his pants and tied his robe tighter. He slipped from their room. Mr. Smith was waiting for him in the hallway.

"The doctor is on his way," he announced to Michael, anticipating his request.

"Get some non-acidic juice for her. Why did allow her to continue without some help?" Michael's voice was low and full of rage. His eyes danced with anger.

"Sir. She is our leader. We do not question her authority or decisions in any way. She is very strong willed, like her father. She had us fooled for quite sometime. Her training very evident. It has only been until recently that I discovered, quite by accident, that she was still vomiting. She is barely eating. She cannot seem to keep anything down." Mr. Smith looked away from Michael's glare, feeling his failure. "I am sorry, sir. I had no idea how ill she is."

"This will never happen again. See to it."

Michael's threat felt ineffective. If only he had been with her sooner. His dreams had told him she was in trouble. He had discounted them. He had been too lost in his own sadness. She had tried to warn him last night as to how sick she was. His happiness and desire had diminished her warning. Guilt washed over him. Once again, he had failed to protect and care for her adequately.

He returned to her with some apple juice and ice chips. First he handed her the glass of juice.

"Here, sip on this. Let's see if we can get your blood sugar up a bit."

She did as she was told. He then handed her the cup of ice. She chewed on a few pieces and smiled at him. She could tell he was thinking of possible food remedies.

"I've tried soda crackers to the point of when I think of them, I have to throw up."

"Great. That was my next idea."

Michael sat on the edge of the bed staring at her.

"Have another sip of juice."

She obliged.

"Mr. Smith has called for a doctor. Are you strong enough to get out of bed?"

"I've been doing it for weeks."

"This will be the last time you'll have to get up for a long time. I'll help you get cleaned up."

He rose and went to the bathroom. Nikita could hear the faucet of the tub running. Michael returned to her side.

"I don't know if I can take a bath. The hot water makes me feel weak."

"Well then, we'll start out with it a little cooler then and work our way to warm, not hot. Come on."

Once again, he extended his hand to her and helped her from their bed. Hand in hand, they walked to the bathroom. Once inside, he shut the door.

"I need to brush my teeth. My breath must go way beyond the typical 'morning breath,'" she sighed.

"Morning sickness breath?"

"When did you become a comedian?"

"Please be careful. Don't gag yourself on the toothbrush."

Together, they stood at their respective basins and brushed their teeth. It wasn't the first time they had been together in the morning to brush their teeth. This morning had a different feel to it. One of permanence. They watched one another in the mirror in silent amazement. The moment was real. It was normal. They were together, come what may.

"Let me help you in the tub."

He held her hand as she stepped down into the large, sunken tub. Her body shook with weakness as she carefully made her way inside it.

"How does it feel?"

"A little cool."

"I will let you pick how warm you'd like it. I'll be back in a little while."

Nikita reached for the hot water spigot and turned it on. She then leaned back and closed her eyes, concentrating on the waters soothing effects and Michael's return.

Michael left her and quickly stripped their bed. He looked through the closets until he located fresh bed linens and extra pillows. He wanted her as comfortable as possible. Chances were, she was going to be in their bed for quite some time.

He returned to find her with her eyes closed, relaxing. She opened eyes as soon as she felt his presence.

"How does it feel?"

"Calm. Better."

"Kita. I can't help but think the stress of having to hide this pregnancy has furthered your sickness. Not to mention the stress of your new post. If you are to get better, we are going to need to eliminate as much of it as possible until the symptoms pass. Can you let me handle things for you? From what I hear, you are doing an excellent job. Will you be willing to let go of your control?"

"Only to you."

Michael untied and removed his robe and then his pants. Although Nikita felt too nauseous and weak to act on her impulse, his glorious tanned body was there, once again, to tempt her. She got a lazy grin on her face and closed her eyes.

"Kita."

"What?"

"I saw the look."

"I couldn't help it. I don't want you right now, really."

"You couldn't have me if you wanted. The doctor is coming. I don't think he needs to find any remnants of our lovemaking. It's bad enough we did it last night."

"Maybe it is sex that I need to take my mind off of the nausea."

"Perhaps. Not now."

"I know. I don't think I could take it anyway. You getting in?"

"Yes."

Michael carefully stepped into the tub and positioned himself behind her. They sat together for a few minutes in silence, enjoying the feel of one another's skin.

"Do you want me to wash your hair? You were pretty sweaty earlier."

"You can wash my hair any time you desire."

Michael tilted her head back into the water. He kissed her forehead as she closed her eyes. He lifted her head back up and reached for the shampoo. After pouring a generous dollop into his hand, he began to massage it into her scalp.

"Ohhh, Michael. That feels wonderful."

Michael continued his careful attention to her. After rinsing her hair and applying a conditioner he turned his diligence to her body. He poured a large amount of liquid body soap to a washcloth and squeezed it together until it was full of lather.

"Can you stand?"

"Sure."

He helped her to her feet. Pulling her close to him, he tenderly ran the cloth across her back. He looked at their reflection in the mirror. It was him and his beloved. She stood with her eyes shut and concentrated on his loving touch. He watched as his hands lathered every inch of her thin body.

"Kita. We've got to get some weight on you."

"Am I that unattractive to you?"

Michael sighed.

"I love you regardless." He grasped her hand and brought it to his erection. "I want you regardless."

"So it seems."

She took the washcloth from him and began to lather his bronzed body. She approved of the beautiful man before her.

"Michael. Where have you been?"

"Key West."

"You'll have to take me there someday."

"I will."

He pulled her close and kissed her. She moaned at his touch and the feel of his mouth exploring hers. After a few minutes, his common sense prevailed.

"The doctor will be here soon," he whispered.

He bent down and pulled the drain lever and turned on the tap. He reached for the pitcher that he had rinsed her hair with and filled it with fresh water. Michael poured the warm water over her, rinsing the suds from her form. He then poured a pitcher on himself to rinse. Together, they carefully climbed out of the tub. Nikita was once again weakened from the activity. Michael towel dried her hair and body. Taking a brush, he ran it through her wet, slick hair.

"I've laid out some bed clothes for you. Can you dress yourself?"

"Sure."

"I will be out in a minute."

Nikita left him and walked to the bed. She smiled at his thoughtfulness. The bedding had been changed and was awaiting her arrival. She dressed herself and climbed in. A grateful voice inside her head gave its opinion, "How did I make it without him?"