Michael exited the bathroom nude. He glanced at Nikita to witness her approval and desire only to find her sleeping. Good. He opened his closet and reacquainted himself with his wardrobe from Section. Black was once again the appropriate color for his profession but somehow, it did not quite fit his soul so well. There was so much that was good in his life now. If wearing black kept things and people in control, black it would be. He quietly dressed himself in a suit and mock turtleneck. He sat in the chair and put on his shoes and socks. Nikita still slept.

Quietly, he slipped from their bedroom in search of Adam and Mr. Smith. He found both in the dining room. Adam was eating his breakfast.

"Daddy!"

"Good morning."

Michael bent down and kissed his son on the top of his head.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yes. Where's Nikita?"

"She's resting."

"When can I see her?"

"Probably this afternoon. We'll have to see how she is feeling."

Michael then turned to Mr. Smith.

"When is the doctor arriving?"

"He should be here any minute."

"I will be in the office. Let me know when he arrives."

Michael then turned and went into the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbed a piece of fruit and headed up the stairs to the office he was to share with Nikita.

Shortly thereafter, Mr. Smith appeared in the doorway of the office. Behind him stood two people. Michael nodded and they entered.

"Michael, this is Dr. Rothbaum. He was Mr. Jones personal physician for many years. This is an associate of his, Dr. Anderson. She is an OB/Gyn in private practice. Neither are affiliated with our organization. We have taken every precaution to protect our location and their personal safety." Mr. Smith then backed out of the way.

Michael stood and shook their hands.

"Thank you for coming."

"Do you have medical records available on Nikita?"

"Yes. She was able to pull them from her previous assignment. You will find everything here."

Michael motioned to the desk and computer monitor. Dr. Anderson made her way to the desk and sat down. She briefly scanned the material.

"I will give you a disk."

"Thank you. She seems to have quite a file. I will need time to study it. Can I see her now?"

Michael nodded, "Certainly."

"I will be glad to take Dr. Anderson up to her." Mr. Smith offered.

"No. I will accompany her." Michael interjected.

Michael and Dr. Anderson left Mr. Smith and Dr. Rothbaum in the office. Mr. Smith turned to Dr. Rothbaum, "Perhaps we would be more comfortable downstairs."

The two older gentlemen left the office for the formal living room to wait.

Michael and the doctor made their way down the hall. Michael opened the door and found Nikita still asleep. Inside he felt relief. She felt safe enough to rest. The doctor waited in the doorway. He sat down on the edge of the bed and lightly caressed Nikita's brow.

"Kita."

She stirred a tiny bit.

"Kita. The doctor is here to see you."

Her eyes opened immediately and quickly glanced at the door. Her mind registered, "A woman doctor." If the fact that the doctor was a woman was supposed to help to ease her fear, it didn't. Nikita learned from Section that gender didn't matter when it came to cruelty and hidden agendas. Madeline had taught her that first hand.

Michael sensed her apprehension.

"Kita. This is Dr. Anderson. She is a colleague of Dr. Rothbaum. He was your father's personal physician. She is not affiliated with our organization."

"Hello Nikita." Dr. Anderson smiled. "Is it okay if I come in and have a look at you?"

"Sure."

Nikita looked small and frail beneath the covers.

"Michael, I brought some equipment with me in the van that transported us. Can you go find someone to bring it up?"

"No." Nikita growled. Her weak demeanor had changed, instantly, to one of a wild animal backed into a corner. No longer did she look small. The savage within her was evident in her sea blue eyes. Nikita's eyes were locked on Michael's. An unspoken form of communication was transmitting between the two. In a low, almost inaudible voice, she uttered, "He stays."

The doctor suddenly felt a chill run up her spine. This case would be different. This couple had an obvious mistrust for medical professionals, perhaps for anyone other than their mate. Nikita's file would be interesting, to say the least. Just what exactly, had she been through? She could feel the power and connection flow between the pair. They oozed strength and ferocity.

Michael pulled a flip phone from his jacket pocket and quietly spoke into the receiver. He then turned to the doctor,

"Your supplies will be here in a few minutes."

He turned back to Nikita and leaned forward. He brushed a soft kiss upon her lips and then whispered in her ear, "I love you. I'll be right here. Let the doctor do her job."

"Okay."

Michael made his way to one of the chairs in the room and sat down. There was some noise in the hall followed by two of their staff members carrying large black cases. They made their way into the room and the doctor motioned them to place the equipment next to the bed. They quickly turned and left, closing the door behind them.

Dr. Anderson went about the task of setting up her ultra sound machine and laptop.

"Nikita, do you mind unbuttoning your gown?"

Nikita did as she was told and the exam began. Dr. Anderson did her very best to exude gentleness. She knew she quite a road ahead of her to win Nikita's trust. Just what had happened to this woman physically and emotionally?

Nikita answered questions but was distant. Her only focus was on Michael as if she was in some sort of trance.

After a thorough physical exam, Dr. Anderson smiled.

"Now, for the fun part. Let's see if we can find this baby."

She squirted the cool gel on Nikita's lower abdomen and turned on the machine and monitor.

"I hope I can get a picture this way. I have more sensitive equipment back at my office, but I have a feeling I will only be making house calls in your case."

The doctor took the probe and began moving it around Nikita's lower abdomen, keeping her eye on the screen.

"We have a baby in there. Do you see it?"

The doctor touched the screen a located the tiny figure. Michael had made his way to them and was sitting on the far side of the bed.

"Heart rate looks good. The baby looks fine. Do you want to hear the heart beat?"

She pulled another device from her bag and moved it around on Nikita's tummy. Suddenly, the swishing sound of Baby Samuelle's swiftly beating heart filled the quiet room. Silent tears rolled down Nikita's face and relief swept through her.

"Now, about your weight loss. You are dehydrated and obviously exhausted. I am going to start you on some IV fluids and bed rest. Michael, I have a feeling you are capable of managing her care regarding the IV?"

"Yes."

"Good. I will send supplies and instructions. Now, you must start eating. Small frequent meals. I am leaving some prenatal vitamins for you to take. I am glad you were taking a good multivitamin to start with. If you continue with this constant vomiting and keep losing weight, we are going to have to consider putting you on a direct feeding line. Nikita, you don't want this and I don't want to do it. It is difficult, there is a chance for infection and it is hard to maintain. So, eat and rest. Understand?"

"I will do my best. Thank you."

The doctor felt the change in Nikita. She had made it over the barrier with her. There was a chance for trust to develop. Dr. Anderson packed up her gear. Michael once again phoned the staff and within the minute there was a knock at the door.

"I will see you in two weeks. Gain some weight. Call if you need anything."

With that, the good doctor was gone. *************

CHAPTER 12

Nikita's absence from Center was seamlessly replaced by Michael. Mr. Jones had left complete instructions to him as well. He knew the odds were that Nikita would not live without Michael in her life. They were only at their best when paired. Michael ran Center, which in turn monitored Oversight and the Sections. He did his best to remain hidden and elusive. All commands were done over panels and through those close to him. Michael was continuing what Nikita had started. His ongoing construction of a veil of secrecy would help insulate and protect Nikita, their family and himself. The orders emanating would be fair, wise and appropriate. Those under them would appreciate and respect the direction they were taking. A face or voice would not be important.

Slowly, Nikita was recovering. After a few days with an IV, she was re-hydrated. Although still very nauseous and occasionally vomiting, she was steadily improving. Small frequent meals were fed to her, mostly by Michael. His absolute love and protection was clear. After a week, she had gained back five pounds. Most of the weight gain was due to the fluids. The circles under her eyes were less evident. Her skin color was back to normal. It was everyone's goal to get her to eat. She had no cravings, (except for Michael) just aversions.

She was still on bed rest. Michael had decided that Nikita needed time to heal and work through the events of the past year. He knew that when she was ready, she would likely demonstrate her desire to return to work. It was not in her nature to spend her days sleeping unless she absolutely needed it, physically or mentally. For the first time ever, she felt totally safe, loved and secure. The peace she felt was exactly what she needed to heal.

When not resting, Nikita spent much of her time with Adam. Adam could read now and was thrilled when he could demonstrate his new skill to Nikita. Once he had his fill, she would then read to him. When the reading would get a little tiresome, they would share cat naps together. Michael had been fortunate to find the two curled up together on more than one occasion. Michael had never allowed himself the luxury to think that he would have such a life. It was in his grasp. All he needed to make it complete was to make Nikita his wife and wait for the birth of their child.

Michael had vowed to not make love to Nikita again until she was well enough to marry him. His reasons, which bewildered and flustered Nikita, were twofold: First of all, she looked too fragile. He needed her to gain back some badly needed weight. His desire for her was not something he could reign in. He needed her to be strong enough to handle what he always gave her.

His second reason was simply because he wanted her to be his wife. He wanted their lovemaking to be taken to an even more sacred level. He knew that her desire for him burned just as strong. Restricting sex was another incentive for her to eat, drink and rest. Ten days had passed since Michael and Adam's return. In her mind, she was keeping track. It had been nine days since she had made love to Michael and that was nine days too many, regardless of her health. Michael was always able to keep his resolve except in one area, he could not resist her charms.

Evening had arrived and she felt her best. Adam had left their bedroom at 8p.m. She had managed to keep down every meal that day and had only vomited once upon waking. All in all, a good day. It was almost 9p.m. and she knew Michael would soon return to her. Would their work days ever lessen when they were both at the helm? Perhaps when the numbers were up with qualified individuals at Oversight, they would be able to let go of some of the day to day duties.

Nikita eased out of her bed. She then took a moment to straighten the covers and fluff the pillows. She put all of her pregnancy books, her PDA and other items in the night stand drawer.

On her way to the bathroom, she shed her flannel nightgown and placed it in the clothes hamper. Once inside the bathroom. She took a good look at herself in the mirror. Still too skinny, but better. Her face no longer had the haggared appearance of a little over a week prior.

She turned and started the bathtub faucet and lit a few candles. She quickly brushed her teeth. Opening a drawer, she pulled out her make up kit and went about the task of applying enough to make her glow but not enough to make her ploy obvious. Some moisturizer, a touch of eyeliner and mascara, blush and a little tinted gloss made her look a tad more healthy.

He would be there any minute. She could feel him.

Quickly, she put away her make up and turned off the bathroom light. The candlelight immediately warmed the room. Nikita looked at herself in the mirror. The candlelight was kind to her. Next, she carefully stepped into the warm, not hot, sunken bathtub. Their last time there together had been sweet and meaningful. She wanted another memory to begin there.

She rested her head against a folded bath towel, closed her eyes and waited. The trap was set. A tingle shot through her body as she waited for her prey. Michael made his way down the hall to their bedroom, to her. It had been a long day of politics and policy. Four hours had passed since he last checked in on her. That time had been brief and only made him miss her more.

He had been in to check on Adam and found him fast asleep. Much to Michael's dismay, he had not spent much time with Adam since they arrived. He was buried in his work as Nikita had been before they came. Fortunately, Nikita had taken on the role of parent immediately. Adam was not lacking for love and attention. He had two parents again. Michael hoped that in the future, either he or Nikita could always be there for Adam when he needed them. Perhaps with both of them at the helm, the workload would be tolerable. In time, Oversight would be filled with the quality people of their choosing thus freeing Michael and Nikita from some of the day to day tasks.

He walked in their bedroom and turned to shut and lock the door. The rest of the spacious house belonged to them and their staff. The bedroom belonged to Michael and Nikita alone. When he crossed the threshold, he was home.

The bed was made, and empty. Michael took a second to look about the room. A dim light basked from behind the slightly opened bathroom door. Silently, Michael made his way to the soft light. Nikita was in the tub. Her eyes shut. Was she sleeping? She looked better tonight. No. She looked beautiful. The candlelight made her glow. Not to disturb her, he quietly backed up and began to undress.

Nikita smiled. She could hear him disrobing. Would he catch on to her game? Would he be a willing participant? Michael opened the closet door as if to pull out a robe. With his usual grace, he silently made his way back to the bathroom. Nikita's eyes were still shut, however, a lusty grin was upon her face.

Merde. Why was she doing this? Did she not care about his noble intentions? Michael could feel desire stir within him. To h ell with waiting until she was well. To h ell with being noble. She wanted him.

Nikita sat in the tub with her eyes shut, waiting. She could feel his feral stare. Good. She was going to win.

Her next feeling was that of Michael's fingertip passing lightly along her jawline and then across her parted lips.

"What are you doing, Kita?"

"I'm taking a bath, Michael. What does it look like?"

She could hear his sharp intake of breath. With her eyes still shut, she ran her tongue across her upper lip.

"Care to join me?"

His fingertip was replaced by the tip of his tongue. It lightly swept across her parted lips. Arousal shot through her body.

"Can I take that as a 'yes?'"

"That would be correct."

His tongue and lips once more found their way to her lips. She welcomed him into her hungry mouth . Nikita's body arched to meet him as he entered the tub........ Michael settled into the soothing, warm water. He could not help but let out a sigh as the warm water comforted him. He tilted his head back against the tub wall, inhaled deeply and then slowly exhaled.

Nikita was straddling his lap and had begun to explore his neck with her mouth. She could feel his stress and tension.

"Long day at the office, dear?" (it was her best June Cleaver voice)

"Yes."

"Want to talk about it?"

"No."

She ran her tongue down his neck to his shoulder and lightly bit him. She then traveled to the part of his chest above the water line. Her hands worked their way up his chest, around his neck. She began to knead his tense neck and shoulder muscles.

"What do you want to do, Michael?"

"This is a good start."

"You're very tight. Sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"It was just a long day. Nothing in particular."

"So, you just need to...relax?"

Michael still had his eyes closed when he smiled, just a tiny bit, at her reference.

"Yeah. Are going to help me?"

"I think I can be of some service."

Nikita pulled herself close to him. Her breasts rubbed against him. Grabbing him by the hair, she pulled his head back and pommeled his mouth with hers. After the passionate kiss, she lifted her body above him and pushed his head under the water. She then pulled him to the surface.

She reached for the shampoo and poured some into her palm. Michael once again closed his eyes. Nikita's strong fingers worked their way over his scalp, massaging him while she worked the shampoo into a lather.

Michael could feel the tension release with every firm touch. Nikita continued her shampoo and scalp massage. With a soft, low voice, she spoke to him,

"Thank you for taking such good care of me. I have never felt so pampered or spoiled."

"You're welcome. I trust you are starting to feel better?"

"Yes. I am not totally free from the nausea, but I am gradually getting better."

She continued with her shampoo and massage.

"Are you hungry for anything?" Michael questioned her.

Nikita laughed.

"Kita. Food."

"No. Not yet. No food. Just you."

"Hussy."

"Only for you."

With that, she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him under the water again. The soapy residue surfaced. Working her hands through his hair, she then pulled him back to the surface once again.

"Keep your eyes closed. There is still some shampoo left."

She quickly turned on the faucet and ran her hand under the tap until the water was the correct temperature. She grabbed the pitcher, filled it, and poured it over Michael's head. The bubbles and water made their way down his exquisite face. Nikita leaned forward and placed a light kiss upon his lips.

"There. Better."

He opened his eyes and perused her wet body. She caught his look and bit her lower lip. She then smiled a knowing smile. He wanted her. Another kind of tension was building.

Nikita grabbed the bar soap, dipped it in the bath water and then began to turn it in her hands. She worked the soap until it was covered in frothy bubbles.

"Stand up, please."

Michael obeyed her request. Standing behind him, she wrapped her arms around his torso and began the privileged task of washing his divine form. Michael looked at their reflection in the mirror. His view was of himself from about mid thigh and above. All he could see of Nikita was her working, capable hands. What he could not see, he could feel. Hardened nipples skimmed across his shoulder blades as she lathered his chest and abdomen. A compact, rounded tummy pressed against his lower back and posterior. Michael took in a deep breath when he realized what was touching him. His child was safely growing within her.

Nikita's hands returned to Michael's back and shoulders. She began to work and knead his aching muscles. Starting at his lower back, her thumbs and fingers pressed the muscles along his spine. Any knots found were worked over until they dissipated.

Slowly, she made her way up to his shoulders. Her thumbs pressed into him in a circular motion. Michael dropped his head forward and closed his eyes. Her touch alleviated all stress. Next, her thumbs found their way up the back of his neck. They pushed and prodded any kinks they came into contact with and eliminated them. Michael focused on the comfort she had provided. It was easier to just close his eyes and feel her soothing touch.

Nikita was taking her sweet time. Not wanting the soap to irritate Michael's skin by staying on too long, she once again turned on the faucet. After filling the pitcher, she rinsed off Michael's upper body. She then picked up the bar soap and worked it into a lather.

Nikita's hands once again were on the move. They found their way down his chest and abdomen to his groin. Gently, she began to massage him. Sliding her hands between his thighs, she lovingly caressed his manhood. Her fingers knowingly fondled his scrotum. How could anything be so arousing yet appeasing at the same time? Michael slowly turned to face her, granting her better access to his treasure. She continued her erotic massage.

He had been patient. He had enjoyed receiving her touch immensely. He turned slightly and picked the bar soap. Working it in his talented hands, he too had produced a lather. Pulling her to him, he held her close. His mouth sought hers. Both pair of soapy hands were busy exploring one another and they continued to kiss.

His fingers found Nikita's sensitive nipples and awarded them with slight pinches and twists. She could feel her body start to melt with his touch. His rigid erection pressed against her swollen tummy.

She had planned to massage his feet next but was slowly losing her determination. She reminded herself. It had been nine days. She broke from his kiss.

"Michael?"

"Yes?"

"I think we're both clean."

"And?"

"There's one more thing you will need to help you relax."

"I'm aware of that."

"Just a reminder."

She turned on the faucet. He reached for the pitcher and filled it. Michael turned to her and emptied it's contents on her shoulders and chest. She was still covered with soap. He filled the pitcher again and repeated his rinsing. This went on until all parts of her were soap free. He handed the pitcher to her and she did the same. The bath water was quite high in the tub. It was also murky with soap residue. Nikita bent over to pull the drain plug and coated her arm and chest in the soapy film.

"Oops."

Michael turned the faucet on one more time, filled the pitcher and rinsed her.

"Maybe I should have waited for you in the shower," she quipped.

"Next time."

Michael stepped out of the sunken tub first and extended his hand to her. Carefully, she made her way out of the tub. The bath water noisily drained from the tub. Michael picked up a plush bath towel. He unfolded it and began to painstakingly dry every inch of her body. Nikita watched their forms in the mirror as Michael attended her. Once dry, he grabbed another towel. Nikita took it from him and returned his favor.

Michael chose a tube of moisturizer from the counter. Nikita smiled. He squeezed the lightly scented creme in his hands and rubbed them together to warm it. He first applied the cream to her arms and legs, taking his time to thoroughly work it into her skin. His next target was her breasts. Nikita took in a deep breath as he gently applied the lotion. He then moved his hands town to her swollen tummy. He had to stop and kiss her at this moment. It amazed him every time he saw or touched her there. She had given him a gift. She had bought herself time by hiding her pregnancy and then doing her job well. She had proved herself to the committee. It had saved her life and the baby.

Once the lotion had been worked into her skin. Michael motioned for her to turn around. She turned to face the mirror and bathroom counter. Michael squeezed out more lotion, warmed it in his hands and then started working it into her back and shoulders. Nikita watched him in the mirror. He was so serious with the task at hand. His warm touch felt wonderful. His talented hands moved their way down to her soft curves. He leaned in to her and kissed her neck. His mouth then made it to her ear and whispered,

"You're so soft. I love to touch you."

Nikita smiled at his compliment. He pulled away to reach for a damp towel and wiped off the excess lotion that was on his hands. They then returned to her. He pulled himself close behind her once again. His hands wrapped around her and found their way to her breasts. He cupped them and ran his thumbs repeatedly over her nipples. Nikita watched his hands. They were so warm. His touch was perfect. She could feel him harden against her derriere. She felt warmth there too.

His mouth resumed its assault on her neck and shoulders. Using the mirror, his eyes locked with hers as he delivered four different sensations: sucking that made her skin tingle to the point that it almost burned, soft kisses, and stinging bites followed by soothing licks. His gifted hands continued to caress her breasts. With every stroke of his thumbs, she could feel a pull deep within her core, as if her nipples and clitoris were connected with string.

Nikita closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Her back instinctively arched making her bottom rub against his hard shaft. Michael released her right breast and slowly slid his hand down her abdomen, stopping for a moment to pay homage to his child within. He encircled her little belly several times before placing his hand on her hip bone and pulling her even tighter against him. Once secure against him, he then slid his hand down between her legs. She was already wet for him. His touch echoed through her body sending waves of desire to all areas. Nikita inhaled a shaky breath.

His knowledgeable fingers found her swollen clitoris. With steady, constant pressure her repeatedly stroked her sensitive bud. Nikita could feel his hard c*ck pulsing against her. Michael did not let up on his assault of breast or clit. Nikita could feel the buzz start within her. Her walls began to tremble with two very intense sensations: the promise of total orgasmic euphoria and a hunger for his generous hard shaft to be buried deep within her.

She lowered her head, leaned forward and placed both hands on the bathroom counter. She needed him so desperately. Spreading her trembling legs slightly, she arched her back thus opening her female core to him. Michael watched her erotic, submissive request play out in the mirror before him. He released her breast but continued to firmly stroke her bud. His left hand stroked the skin on her back. She was starting to pant. Not quite able to catch her breath.

"M...M...Michael... please."

His hand slid down her back. He pulled away from his close contact with her to position the tip of his shaft against the wet, hot opening of vagina. His right hand continued to play her sensitive clit.

"Kita....Open your eyes. Watch us. It's beautiful."

She lifted her passion intoxicated head and opened her eyes. Her eyes locked with his as he slowly entered her. His left hand found her hip and pulled her to him as he pushed himself against her. Her slick, tight walls welcomed his aching shaft. Nikita let out a deep breath in relief to feel him buried within her. With expert cadence he stroked her clit and pumped his manhood in and out of her body. Nikita moaned and closed her eyes. She was overcome with awe. It was too beautiful. His stamina virtually infinite. The orgasmic pulse was starting within her. Michael read her primitive signals and quickened the strokes of both fingers and c*ck. He uttered in a low, commanding voice,

"Look at me, Kita."

She opened her weary eyes to the mirror and locked in on his gaze. He gave her a knowing look and pumped into her one last time, holding her to him as his right hand rapidly shook her clit. Her tight walls compressed against his shaft. Her body shook with the pleasure of the cataclysmic release. Nikita let out a wail that was somewhere between a scream and a moan. Michael released his fingers from her sensitive bud and grabbed her right hip. He continued to savagely pump into her as her walls contracted against him. Nikita was not coming down from this orgasm. Her head hung between her arms. It took her several minutes to realize that he was still rock hard and within her.

Michael pulled his sensitive shaft from her swollen vagina. He reached around Nikita's torso and pulled her upright.

"Are you okay?"

She could barely respond.

"Uh-huh."

"Turn around."

Nikita turned her weary body and faced him. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into a deep kiss. Nikita moaned at the feeling of his searching tongue and his engorged penis rubbing against her. Michael reached down and grabbed her thighs. He lifted her trembling body and lowered her onto his need. Nikita laid her head on his shoulder. With Nikita firmly in place upon him, he carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where their bed welcomed them.

Michael placed her on her back and remained joined with her. He reached down and pulled her left leg up against his chest. His kissed her deeply as he desperately pumped his needy c*ck into her. Her ultra sensitive clit rubbed against his pubic bone. The size and feel of him as he entered her continued to stimulate her overly sensitive walls. He was now an animal. His eyes bore into hers as he hungrily kissed her mouth.

She could feel her second climax building and she started to tremble. Michael was lost to her. He was lost to the total pleasure her body afforded him. He released her leg and placed both hands around her friction warmed derriere. He continued to stroke in and out of her. Her breathing pattern once again had changed and he knew she was close to another climax. He pumped into her until she moaned with release. Once he could feel her tight walls milking him he allowed himself to let it go. Michael inhaled deeply, slammed her pleasure ridden body against his and screamed with his release.

His throbbing shaft emptied itself within her once more. Nikita shook as she felt him spill into her. His warm fluid soothed her. Michael placed a light loving kiss upon her swollen lips and effortlessly rotated. Nikita was now splayed on top of him. Neither spoke. They closed their eyes and basked in complete satisfaction. ************

CHAPTER 13

Nikita opened her eyes to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. He was fully dressed in black, of course.

"Good morning," he said to her in a soft voice.

"Good morning," she whispered.

The sun was streaming in the windows of their bedroom.

"What time is it?" Nikita sat up, startled. She had become so accustomed to waking before dawn and immediately feeling sick that the sunlight surprised her.

"It's a little after seven. Did you sleep well?"

"Obviously."

"How do you feel?"

"Pretty good. A little nauseous but nothing I can't handle."

"I'm happy you're feeling better."

Michael leaned forward and kissed her cheek. When he sat up, his face had changed. The love was still there, but something else was lurking. Nikita could sense the change in him. A nervous tremor coursed through her. Michael looked into her eyes and then at her hands, which he was holding.

"Michael. What is going on?"

"They've scheduled a meeting."

"The Committee?"

"Yes."

"With us? Here?"

"No. They just want me. It seems that they are becoming rather fond of the idea of having both of us in command. They will want you here for now and they want me to come to them. From what I understand, they want to meet with me to go over some new programs and then they want me to visit the Sections and implement things personally."

"How long?"

"Approximately two weeks."

Nikita closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Something inside had told her that they couldn't stay together in the house forever. She and Michael had tried to hard to insulate themselves, but it had proven unrealistic. They had no choice. She had no choice.

"Okay. When do you leave?"

"In two hours."

"Michael! Why didn't you wake me sooner?"

"Kita, it's okay. I only found out about it twenty minutes ago. I had a feeling something was in the works last night," he paused. "I don't want to leave you."

"I know. It can't be helped. Michael I will be fine. Does Adam know?"

"Yes. He has been up for a while. He's down in the kitchen having breakfast. I went and told him before I came up to see you."

Nikita pushed the covers from her bare body. Michael stood so she could get out of the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed for a moment and then stood and walked to the bathroom and shut the door. Michael could hear her choking while she vomited in the toilet.

He sighed. She was better but not quite back to where he hoped she would be. Nikita was strong. He would keep in contact with her and they would get through this temporary separation. He didn't want her to have any stress, but it looked like things were out of his hands. He could hear her brush her teeth and then start the shower. Calling down to the kitchen he ordered some juice and toast for her and then started to pack.

The light breakfast arrived as she made her way out of the bathroom. She took a bite of toast as she searched through her dresser for undergarments. Michael sat on the edge of the bed and watched her eat and dress simultaneously.

"Kita, when I return, I want to get married."

Nikita stopped mid way on pulling up her pants and looked at him. She smiled.

"Okay."

"Does that give you time?"

"Time for what?"

"To get something to wear."

"Michelle is picking up a few dresses in New York. I am sure she will find something suitable."

"What are you thinking you would like?"

"For our wedding?"

"Yes. For our wedding."

"You, a priest and that about covers it."

"Simple."

"Yes."

"I will take care of it. You get a dress."

"I will keep you posted."

Michael stood up and made his way to her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. He spoke softly in her ear,

"Are you going to be alright running things here while I am gone?"

"Should be easier now that I don't have to hide my condition. I was getting pretty antsy. I was looking forward to being in the office with you. I guess I will just have to wait a while."

"Let's go to the office and I will bring you up to speed on things."

"Okay."

He kissed her and then bent down and kissed her tummy.

"Take care of our little girl while her daddy is gone."

"Girl?"

"Yes. A girl."

"You know this for a fact?"

"No. But I am sure."

She smiled. Hand in hand they left the bedroom. ************

Chapter 14

The two hours passed quickly and Michael was gone. Nikita found herself standing in their office, staring out the window at the melting snow. Tiny flutters of panic attempted to overtake her. No. She was fine. She was strong. She could do this and do it well. There was another person to consider as well. Adam depended on her and she would love and take care of him.

She sat down at her desk. Michael's desk faced hers. She smiled as she pictured him sitting across from her. The job she was forced to take was not what she had ever pictured for herself. She closed her eyes and thought of Michael and the previous evening. She again smiled and shifted in her chair. Running Center now did have one fringe benefit.

Nikita once again buried herself in her work. Michael had left everything so very well organized that she had no problem picking up where he had left off. All in all, things were quiet on the terrorism front. If they could only get the internal conflicts to stabilize, things would be manageable. Nikita accessed the file on The Collective. It was the one file that she had gone over at least once a day while on bed rest. They too, were quiet. Were they resting on their laurels? Surely not.

Many evil people in the world worried Nikita. She had witnessed their sick, inhuman acts first hand. The Collective scared Nikita. They had seen her. Surely they had pictures of the day on the bridge. They knew Michael and had once had Adam in their possession. The death of her father had been their revenge. What was their next offensive attack? Would they attack innocents or go after the only ones capable of stopping them?

The Collective was in a current state of disorganization. A dominant leader would eventually claw his or her way to the top. Every program Nikita had run told her that day was coming soon.

She looked over the new intelligence posted and entered in observations she had and closed the file.

With the click of a few buttons, Nikita checked to see if Michael was online. He wasn't. She really didn't need anything, she just wanted to converse with him. He was just a phone call away. No. She didn't need to talk to him. She missed not having him a minute away.

Clicking on his codename, she sent him a simple message:

"Want to wager? I think it is a boy."

She hit the send button and smiled. She really didn't have a feeling one way or the other what the sex of their child was. The guessing and debate would be fun.

Nikita rubbed her abdomen. She was somewhere between 13 and 14 weeks in her estimation. Only 27 weeks to go.

Work could wait. She stood and stretched. Walking out of her office, she went to find Adam. She reached in her pocket and pulled out her phone, pressed a few buttons and spoke quietly. Within a minute, a member of her team met her in the hallway.

"I will be with Adam. Please call if anything requires my attention," she instructed the young man.

"Certainly."

The young man made his way into the office to monitor all incoming data. Nikita resumed the search for Michael's son. She found him swimming in the indoor pool. She smiled at the sight. The pool had been constructed for her father. His arthritis made it painful to exercise. The heated pool had been the perfect remedy for the old man. The pool also seemed a perfect fit for a small boy. Adam laughed at the discovery of the pool the first time he found it.

Adam was busy jumping from the pool's edge. The bigger the splash, the better it was in his opinion.

"Nikita!"

"Hello Adam. Having fun?"

"Are you coming to swim?"

Nikita thought about his question. Why not? It was time to get back on track physically. She could swim laps while he played.

"Let me go and get my swimsuit. Okay?"

"Yesss!" Adam squealed with delight. He had some new jumps to show her. Mr. Smith and the rest of the staff did not appreciate getting wet. Adam knew Nikita wouldn't mind.

The rest of the afternoon passed effortlessly. Nikita loved being with Adam. Adam was a bright little boy and caught on to things quickly. After swimming and a light lunch, he and Nikita spent an hour or so on the couch reading. One of the staff had built a fire in the fireplace. The room was welcoming and cozy. Wrapped up together in a knit blanket, they enjoyed each other's warmth and proximity. Nikita was amazed by his reading progress. They worked their way through three books on dinosaurs and a book on rainforests. Adam had a real interest in animals and nature. His eyes danced with every page turned.

Nikita sat and thought about the little boy curled next to her. What kind of life would he be allowed to lead? Would he be able to break free from their world and live a life free from the danger and violence? Would he use his love for animals and nature and become a zoologist or biologist? Nikita's chest tightened. This was Michael's son. Like his father, he showed an aptitude for language and was a gifted athlete. He also had his father's intelligence and grace. It would be the ultimate coup to turn Salla Vacek's grandson into an anti-terrorist operative.

Nikita shuddered. No. No one deserved this life, no matter how perfect they were for it. Nikita's thoughts turned to the child growing within her. Another prodigy. The thought of her own child being forced to kill made Nikita turn cold.

She unwrapped herself and stood up abruptly. She headed for the door.

"Nikita, where are you going?"

"I'll be right back, Adam. Keep reading."

Adam watched her back as she quickly exited the room. Why did she leave so fast? He put down his book and quietly followed her.

Nikita steadied herself before she tore up the stairs to her room. Her heart raced with panic. "Not Adam. Not this child." Her mind kept repeating the words. She opened the door to their bedroom and trudged into the bathroom. She had almost made it to the toilet before the vomiting commenced. The lunch she had proudly eaten now lay before her on the tile floor.

She sat on the bathroom floor sobbing. After grabbing a bath towel, she began the task of cleaning up her vomit.

"Damn. Damn it to hell," she muttered under her breath. What had she done? Why was she having this child? What chances did it have?

Adam stood in their bedroom and watched her with big eyes. She looked like his daddy did after one of his bad dreams on the boat. Only she had been awake. His daddy had told him he would call tonight. He would tell him about Nikita getting sick again and how scared she got. Daddy would want to know. *************

Chapter 15

Nikita remained in her bedroom and attempted to regain her composure. It had been so easy to wrap herself in the fantasy of having a child with Michael once he had made his way back to her. All she had truly focused on for the last ten days was regaining her physical health and the daydreams of having a happy little family. She had felt power and control with Michael present.

How much control did she and Michael really have? With one phone call, he was gone. They could have anything in the world, except for freedom. She accepted this. The question that now haunted her was would she and Michael possess enough power when Adam was a young man, ready to take on the world? Would it be enough to keep him safe and free? Adam had been a pawn far too many times in his young life. Now, there was to be a second Samuelle child. Would this child be used as well?

She picked up her phone and pressed the appropriate buttons.

"Mr. Smith, I need to rest. Adam is in the library reading. Can you look after him? Please don't bring me supper. I will come down later and get something."

Nikita then walked to the door and locked it. How quickly things changed. She had been brave and in control for Michael. She chided herself for being naive. Naive enough to fool herself into believing that she could do the job, be a mom and not think too hard about the future.

She pulled back the covers on her bed and crawled in. She thought, "How pathetic. He is gone less than a day and you lose it." She felt helpless once again. Why was she here? She couldn't change things. It wasn't fair to bring a child into the world under these circumstances. Sure, she could marry Michael and raise this family under false pretenses. It didn't change who they were and the overwhelming odds that their children would never be safe. Both sides would hunt them for their own reasons. Nikita wiped her tears on her shirtsleeve and drifted off into sleep.

**

The bedroom had turned dark. Nikita woke to an incessant ring in her ears. The phone. She clumsily reached over to the nightstand and felt for the tiny object. She flipped it open.

"Yes?" She answered nervously, her voice even huskier coming from deep sleep. She covered the mouthpiece and cleared her throat.

"Kita?"

"Michael." (Her voice a little clearer now.)

"You okay?"

"Fine." (Her tone too enthusiastic.)

"Where were you? The phone rang several times?"

"Oh. I was in the bathroom. Didn't hear it." (She's lying to me.)

"You sure you're all right?"

"Michael, I'm fine."

"Where's Adam? Is he there with you?"

"No. He is with Mr. Smith. I was a little sleepy earlier and so I had Mr. Smith feed him supper."

"Kita, what is going on?"

"Michael, nothing. I was just tired."

Michael told himself to drop it. It was not like her to not spend the evening with Adam. Her voice was too high. She wasn't the best liar, when it came to him. He changed the subject. Perhaps a different approach would work.

"I got your message. You want to make a bet?"

Nikita took a deep breath. She thought back to earlier in the day when she was happy and temporarily naive. Her offline message. She still had joy in her heart at that point. Now there was nothing but a dull ache.

"Sure." Tears were welling.

"What kind of bet?"

"Oh, Michael. I don't know. I will have to think about it."

"I will too."

Nikita knew she had to change the subject. He was too close to the source of her anguish.

"How was your meeting?"

"It went well. I will go over the details when I am home."

"Where to next?"

"Kita, I sent you an itinerary earlier this evening. Have you not read your panel?"

"No. I will here in a minute."

"It's okay. I didn't mean to sound condescending."

"I know."

"How's our baby today?"

"I guess fine." (Not very enthusiastic.)

"So, you're thinking you will be able to feel it moving in about three or four weeks?"

"Something like that." (A dead response wrapped in a rosy reply.)

Tears fell freely down her face. Michael could feel this conversation heading nowhere. She was upset, he could tell it in her voice. What had triggered it? Talking to him on the phone was just making her more upset. He would let her go with the only thing he could think to comfort her.

"Kita, I love you."

"I love you too." Her voice was small and weak.

"I will call in the morning and see how your night was. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Get some rest."

"I will."

"Night."

"Night."

The phone clicked and went dead. Nikita sat in the darkness. The blackness complimented her mindset.

Michael pinched the bridge of his nose. His head ached. It had been a long but productive day spent with The Committee. The dry air in the jet's cabin was not helping. Now, Nikita was in trouble. He had been gone less than 24 hours and she was in despair. She knew he loved her. Missing him would not have caused her to breakdown. He knew she was confident he would return to her. It had something to do with the baby. She had changed the subject quickly when he mentioned her.

Michael opened his phone once more and pressed another set of numbers.

"It's Michael."

"Ah, Michael. You picked a good time to call. I have Adam here and he has been wanting to talk to you."

"I told him I would call. I expected he would be with Nikita though."

"She phoned down earlier this evening, late afternoon more like it, and said she was tired. Her room has been dark for several hours. She must be exhausted."

"Has she eaten?"

"She had a light lunch this afternoon."

"Did she see Adam after I left?"

"Yes. She quit work early to spend time with him. They swam and ate lunch together. They read together in the library before she went up to rest."

Michael was having a hard time finding what would have upset her.

"Let me talk to Adam now."

Adam took the phone from Mr. Smith. He looked at the older man with his best stare. Mr. Smith smiled at him. Obviously, Mr. Smith had not got his point.

"I want to talk to my dad alone."

Mr. Smith raised his eyebrows.

"Oh! Well certainly, Master Adam. Just bring me the phone when you are done."

Mr. Smith smiled, stood and left Adam's bedroom.

"Adam, that wasn't very nice."

"Sorry daddy. Kita is sick."

"I know. That is part of her being pregnant. Remember?"

"No, Daddy. She is sick like you were on the boat when we were in Florida."

"How so?"

There was silence.

"Adam?"

"Yes?"

"Tell me what happened."

"You will get mad at me."

"Why would daddy get mad at you?"

"I followed her when she told me to stay in the library. I spied on her in the bedroom."

"Daddy's not mad. Tell me what happened."

"She came down to the pool and I asked her to come swim with me and she said yes. Daddy, she didn't even mind if I splashed her! She did lots of swimming and I did lots of cannonballs."

"Then what did you do?"

"Mr. Smith brought us lunch by the pool. Kita did a good job eating, Daddy."

"Did she?"

"She said she had to eat good for the baby."

"She's right. Then what did you do?"

"I went and put on my dry clothes and she did too. Then we went to the library. One of the guys made us a big fire in the fireplace. Kita said we could warm up, dry our hair and read all at the same time."

"Sounds like fun. What happened next?"

"We snuggled in a blanket and I read three dinosaur books and one rainforest book to her."

"That's a lot of reading."

"That's what she said. I told her that they were my favorite things to read about."

"She told me that I could be a 'zoolo' something when I grew up."

"A zoologist?"

"Yes! That is what she said. Then she just stared at the fire and didn't say anything else. After a couple of minutes, she stood up real quick and told me to stay on the couch."

"Did you stay on the couch?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Cause she looked scared."

"So you followed her?"

"She ran up the stairs to her room. Daddy, she threw up on the bathroom floor. She was just sitting there crying loud."

"I see."

"Remember on the boat when you would wake up from a bad dream?"

"Yes."

"She was shaking like that. She was scared like you only she was awake when it happened."

"Then what did you do?"

"I sneaked out of your room and went back to the couch before she caught me."

"Spying on people isn't nice. But I understand that you were worried about her, so it's okay. Did you tell anyone about what happened?"

"No. I just wanted to tell you. You can make her feel better, right?"

"I will try. Now, what did you have for supper?"

"Chicken and some kind of green stuff."

"Are you ready for bed?"

"Yes. I want to look at a couple of books. When are you going to be home?"

"Soon, Adam." *************

Chapter 16

The digital clock on the night stand read 11:25 p.m. She had slept almost three more hours. A growl from her empty stomach immediately got her attention. It was well past supper time. By this time she should have had at least two small meals since lunch. It was difficult to think about food when one had no appetite. If it had been just Nikita, she would have just drank some water and gone back to sleep. It wasn't just Nikita. It was now Nikita and child. This baby hadn't asked to be made. No matter how much it's parents loved it, it didn't deserve the life it was going to be given.

She went into the bathroom and splashed some water on her tear swollen face. Her bladder reminded her once again that she was not alone in her body. Sitting on the toilet, she contemplated the remainder of her evening. She would eat and then go to their office. She hoped everyone would be in bed except for the security team. Looking at her wrinkled clothing in the mirror, she left the bathroom and changed into black stretch pants and a long black pullover. The color fit her life and mood. No wonder Michael was so fond of it. Surely he had realized Adam's fate long ago. How had he dealt with it? How could he be happy with the thought of another child?

Nikita slipped from the bedroom and made her way down to the kitchen. She rummaged through the refrigerator for something that didn't turn her stomach. She pulled out cream cheese and jam. She searched the drawers and found a package of plain bagels. She set the items on the counter, opened the bagels and popped one in the toaster. She opened the refrigerator again and pulled out the milk. She poured herself a large glass and returned the container to the fridge. The bagel popped out of the toaster and she spread the cheese on its warm surface. The strawberry jam went on next. She stood at the counter and looked out the kitchen window into the woods. Lost in thought, she ate her dinner. Once finished with her bagel, she took the remainder of her milk and headed for her office.

Stephen, one of the senior members of their team, was sitting at her desk watching the various screens.

"Hi Stephen. Everything going all right?"

"Fine. What are you doing up this late?"

"Can't sleep. Why don't you go and take a break. I will handle things here. Come back in an hour."

"Sure. Call if you want me back sooner."

Stephen left the office. Nikita logged on to the system to check her messages. The first one had been Michael's itinerary. He would be gone at least ten days. Maybe by the time he returned to her, she would be able to control her emotions. At the very least she'd have ten days to practice hiding them.

His next message was short. It brought heartache and regret for her unborn child to the surface once again,

"Kita, what shall we name her?"

She quickly logged out of her and Michael's private message program and then checked her other messages on the conventional channels. After sending a few memos and looking in on The Collective one more time, she shut off the screen.

The office was still. The hum of the electronic devices added to the placidity. Nikita thought about the baby within her. None of the options had ever suited her. She did not and could not abort this child. The thought of giving it away for adoption came to mind. Would their child be any safer raised by strangers? Someone would find it. The thought of another family raising and loving her and Michael's baby made her angry and possessive. Nikita's anger intensified. This was her baby, their baby. Come what may, she would do everything in her power to protect it and Adam too.

Nikita felt power in her new found resolve. She would take it a day at a time. It was her only choice.

An hour had passed and Stephen returned. He stood in the doorway at stared at his boss. Nikita was lost in thought. He cleared his throat. Nikita broke from her reflection and turned to look at him.

"It's been an hour."

Nikita looked at the clock.

"So it has."

"Are you ready for me?"

"Yes, I am."

"Going to sleep now?"

"No, Stephen. I am not. As a matter of fact, I need to get out of here for a while. I have had too much sleep. I am going for a ride. I will have my phone if Michael tries to reach me. My car has GPS if you need to locate me. Tell Mr. Smith I will be back when I feel like it and to take care of Adam."

"I don't think it is a good idea for you to go out at this time of night."

"You forget who I am."

"No, I know who you are now. You're not expendable."

"Stephen, we are all expendable."

She left the office, went to their bedroom, grabbed her coat, keys, PDA and phone. Within ten minutes, she was insulated in her Porshe driving down a moonlit road. Michael's jet landed. As he made his way to the waiting limousine, he returned his thoughts to Nikita. He was thousands of miles from her both in physical and psychological proximity. What had set her off? She was upset to the point of being lethargic and distant. An angry Nikita could be reasoned and soothed. She wasn't angry, she was despondent. He had only witnessed her this way when she had been backed into a corner with no viable options. She had lost her will to fight. He could tell by the emptiness of her voice, she was faltering.

Michael contemplated Adam's account. He pictured being with them. Being a family. Talking about books. Subjects Adam loved. Adam had always been the type of child that once he found something that interested him, he would think of nothing else. He would almost become obsessed with the subject. Adam was into dinosaurs and reptiles right now. When they had been in Florida, it was sea life. Adam said that Nikita suggested he be a Zoologist when he was grown.

In that instant, it became clear. Nikita had looked beyond their present situation. She had seen one possible vision of the future. Adam's future. She had taken the thought a step further and had seen a plausible destiny for their unborn child. He would contact her and help her through it. He had been in her mind set before. There was the chance this revelation would destroy her.

Michael made his way from the limousine to the access door of Section One. He tried not to focus on the memories this place brought. It even had its own scent. Operatives and other personnel glanced nervously at him was he made his way through the bowels. There were many new faces. Michael did not search for familiar ones. His only objective was to contact Nikita. Everything else could wait.

Quinn watched from the perch as Michael entered below. He glanced at her briefly and made his way to the steps. In an instant, he joined her.

"Welcome. Sir."

"Quinn."

"I trust your flight was without problems?"

"Yes."

"I have all the data you requested. If you would like, we can start right away."

"No. Where will I be staying?"

"I have prepared The Tower for you."

"Is anyone in Nikita's former quarters?"

"No. We haven't had time to revise them."

"Then I will stay there."

"Are you certain? The Tower would be much more accommodating."

"I just need to sleep."

"No problem."

"I will contact you when I am ready for you. Have someone bring me some water now and a meal in six hours."

"Yes, sir."

Michael turned and was gone. Quinn stood and basked in his aura. Pure power. She thought of what he must be like in bed. Nikita had chosen wisely. Lucky girl.

**

Michael made his way to Nikita's former quarters. Just being in there made him feel closer to her. He disabled the surveillance system and undressed. It had been a long day. Was it about to get longer? He wasn't sure what time it was in his present location nor did he care enough to check. They would work on his schedule. It was the middle of the night where his heart and family resided. Could he help Nikita from halfway across the world? He slipped into black pajama pants and went into the bathroom. He did all the things required before bed. There was a knock at his door. A young man had brought him several bottles of water in an ice bucket along with a bowl of fresh fruit.

"Operations says this might help with the jet lag."

"Thank you."

"Goodnight."

Michael shut the door. He picked out an apple and ate several bites. He opened one of the water bottles and quickly consumed it. Reaching in his suit jacket pocket, he pulled out his phone. Pressing the buttons, he waited for her voice.

It took a few moments for the phone to ring. The rings were followed by a slight click and then loud music and shifting gears.

"Yes?"

"Kita."

"Michael? Just a second, Michael."

Michael smiled. The music spoke volumes. His Nikita had returned to the world of the living. Nikita turned off the sound system.

"Where are you?"

"I am out driving."

Michael glanced at his watch.

"Kita, it is three in the morning."

"I know."

"You sound better than when I talked to you earlier."

"I am."

"Did you get it worked out in your head?"

"For the time being. I have called a truce with myself. It is the only option at this point."

"I take it you saw the future."

"Yes."

"When did you see the future with Adam, Michael?"

"When I found the pregnancy test next to a sleeping Elena."

"Oh, God."

"So, what options did you consider, Nikita?"

"Abortion. Adoption. Suicide. Marriage and a family."

"I take it you are opting for the last choice?"

"Yes."

"I am glad to hear it."

"Michael, I am sorry I get weak. I go crazy every once in a while."

"Kita, you just had a reality check. I am glad you saw the total picture. Please understand, I will not allow my son to follow in my footsteps, nor my daughter."

"I feel like they are safe from The Collective but not The Committee."

"As of now, they are not totally safe from either. We need to take it a day at a time."

"Do you have a plan?"

"Yes."

"Will it work?"

"It should. You need to go home, Kita. You shouldn't be out alone."

"Michael, I am perfectly fine."

"I know that you needed to get out. You are not safe. Please turn around and head back. Adam might need you."

"I am sorry Michael."

"Don't be. Just go home. Do you have your GPS activated?"

"Yes."

"Call me when you're home and you've checked on Adam."

"I will. I take it you have arrived at your second location?"

"Yes."

"Where are you calling from?"

"Your former quarters. They haven't changed them."

Silence.

"One of the few fond memories were made there. I miss you, Michael."

"I miss you too."

"I will be fine. Just do the job and get home."

"I will want to make love to my wife when I get there. Any word from Michelle?"

"No. I will call her tomorrow. I will be ready for you."

"Good. I love you Nikita."

"I love you, Michael. I will call when I get in. Get some rest."

"Night."

"Night."

Michael stretched out on the utilitarian bed and closed his eyes. She would call him when she was home. He hoped she wasn't far from it.

An hour later, the phone rang. He pressed a button and brought it to his ear.

"Yes."

"I am here. Adam is fine. He is sound asleep."

"Good. Talk to him tomorrow about your behavior after leaving the library."

"What did he see, Michael?"

"Everything."

Nikita closed her eyes and thought of the display Adam had witnessed.

"I will keep it simple. Good night."

"Night. Kiss him for me."

"I just did."

Nikita pressed the end button and laid down beside Adam. Instinctively, he nestled close to her. Serenity was a welcome feeling. ************

Chapter 17

Nikita decided to make the very best of her time apart from Michael. She started her days very early and did as much work as possible so that she could spend the afternoons with Adam. She knew that once they were married and things had settled, Adam would be returning to school. It was their goal to give him as normal a childhood as could be obtained.

Michelle was to arrive in two days. In her possession would be three wedding dresses. Nikita was certain that Michelle's discerning taste would give her three beautiful choices.

Michael carried out the commands of The Committee. The programs implemented were full of welcome changes for the various Sections and their personnel. His visits also served as a visual declaration of who was now at the helm. Michael's reputation as a cold operative earned him well deserved respect. He and Nikita combined, filled every desired trait in that of a leader. Together they possessed intelligence, experience and compassion. They were a formidable team. Only fools would tamper with their alliance.

Michael kept Nikita's concern for the welfare and future of Adam and their unborn child in his mind. Slowly, he constructed an outline and plan. When he came into contact with someone that would be needed in the future, an arrangement was made between them. Michael was establishing a life for his children. It would be a life of freedom. If he constructed things well, he and Nikita would one day be free too.

His near future was also being planned. Phone calls were made. A church had been reserved for the day after his arrival. Michael was in contact with Mr. Smith and everything had been arranged to give Nikita something genuine. Her self image had improved over the past year due to her own actions. He now wanted her legitimized as his wife. She would share his name and that of his children. The thought of calling her Mrs. Samuelle stirred something primal and possessive within him. He would again prove to her how much he loved her.

The wedding was to take place at a small church in the country. Very few were to witness the event. Michelle was to stand up with Nikita and Adam was to serve his father as best man. No one outside of those in direct contact with the safe house knew of Nikita's pregnancy. As much as Nikita wanted Walter there, she did not request it. She knew that he could not be told of what was happening. She had to protect her family. Walter's ignorance would protect them. Perhaps when a suitable replacement was found, Walter could become part of their lives. Nikita loved to imagine Walter filling the role as the eclectic grandfather type.

Michelle and the dresses arrived. Nikita tried them on and found one she adored. With a few alterations it fit her perfectly. Michelle could not have chosen a more perfect gown. Nikita truly felt like a princess when she wore it. It was simple and elegant.

The day of the wedding was drawing near. Michael was to return in three days. The house buzzed with anticipation. All would share in the celebration that followed the wedding. The excitement of planning had everyone smiling. Nikita spent much of the time in her office preparing carefully for the day. Mr. Smith and the two best tacticians were to stay at the house and monitor the Sections and Oversight. No one under their watch would notice the change in command. Mr. Smith had coordinated things when Nikita first arrived and had slept for three days. It had been chaotic leading up to her arrival. Now with Nikita and Michael administering things, the machine was in perfect order. They could be gone for a day or two and no one would notice.

Michael had one more day of work and then the return trek home. It had been a long, arduous trip. It had also been satisfying. Perhaps The Committee did have their best interests in mind. Michael now had a full comprehension of the power he and Nikita controlled. The day spent with the diminished staff at Oversight was his last bit of work. Until Oversight was back at full strength with conscientious leaders, he and Nikita would have much control of the day to day operations.

Michael returned to his hotel room in the evening. He looked at his watch and decided to call her. Once again, he prepared for bed so he would be better able to focus on her. He settled on the bed and laid his weary head on the comforting pillows.

He reached on the night stand for his phone. With a press of a button, the call was placed. Tiny surges of adrenalin pulsed through him as he waited to hear her voice. In all of the years, no matter the circumstance, he eagerly anticipated her voice on the other end. He knew that she also had depended on their brief exchanges. Even when she had been angry with him or the current situation, the calling of her name or her codename had always been laced with sexual hunger. This would be his last call to her of any kind for quite some time. More importantly, it was to be the last call to his lover and blameless mistress. In less than 48 hours, she would be his wife.

The phone clicked and was followed by her voice,

"Hello."

"Josephine."

Nikita sat down on the edge of the bed. She had not been expecting his choice of name. The old familiar surge of adrenalin coursed through her.

"Yep?" Her voice was shaky.

"I want you."

She cleared her throat and said nothing.

"I take it your not alone."

"No. Michelle is here with me."

"Then excuse yourself."

"Just a moment."

Michelle caught on to Nikita's awkwardness. She put down the book she was reading, stood and started for the door. She turned and smiled a knowing smile at Nikita, opened the door and was gone.

"Michael. I want you too. Once again, it has been nine days. I don't think I like this pattern we've developed."

"I will be home tomorrow. However, you will have to wait until your wedding night."

"Why?"

"You will need a good night's sleep. There won't be time for what I want to do to you beforehand."

Nikita smiled. She mentally pictured his designs.

"I have a few plans of my own."

"I can imagine. How are you feeling?"

"Better every day."

"Still eating well?"

"Yes, you will be able to see the changes in my body. I will show as soon as you get here."

"Nice try."

"How much have you gained?"

"I am just four pounds off my normal weight."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"Hungry for anything yet? Any cravings?"

"Only you, Michael. Only you."

Michael took in a deep breath. It was time to change the subject.

"How is Adam?"

"He is fine. He is ready for his daddy to get home. He has been very patient."

"I will want to spend most of my time with him when I get home. I won't be seeing him that much in the days to follow."

"I understand."

"You can join us."

"Of course."

"So, you have a dress?"

"Yes."

"You will be beautiful." ************

Chapter 18

Nikita set the phone on the nightstand. The sooner she was asleep the sooner morning would come. All ready for bed, she slipped between the covers and sighed. Would she even be able to sleep? Excitement and longing flowed within her. Reaching in the night stand drawer, she pulled out a pregnancy book and did her best to divert her mind from his homecoming. She read page after page until her eyes burned with the need to sleep. She turned onto her left side, reached for the lamp switch and turned it off. Soon, Michael would be by her side in her bed. She imagined hearing his soft rhythmic breathing as he slept. Smiling, she drifted to sleep.

Morning came. Nikita felt great relief to see the clock display 5:30 a.m. Although still dark outside, it was close enough for her. She sprang from her bed and made her way to the bathroom. Performing just the basics, she quickly threw on a sweat suit and headed for the office. Members of her team seemed surprised to see her appearance. No make up. Make shift ponytail.

"Good morning!"

"Hello. You're a little early."

"Things to do. Anything happen while I was sleeping?"

"Quiet night."

"That's what I like to hear."

She quickly checked her messages. Michael would be back before noon. She smiled. Her heart pounded with anticipation. With skilled efficiency she attacked all pressing matters. She wanted to wake Adam at 7:30 and have breakfast with him. Together they would prepare for Michael's return. She knew that he missed his daddy as much as she did.

**

Michael boarded the jet for what he hoped would be the last time in a long time. He was weary and needed to see his loved ones. It had been a good trip. Much had been accomplished. Brighter events however, with rewards far greater than any work he had fulfilled for The Committee, awaited him. All he had ever wanted was a plane trip away. He knew that the two souls waiting were just as excited.

As the jet made its way to them, Michael put the finishing touches on his gift to Nikita. It was the only thing he could ever give her that would fully express his deep and fervent love for her. Nikita finished her work and went to wake Adam. She made her way down the hall to his room. He had tidied up in anticipation of his father's return. She looked down at his sleeping form. One foot jutted out from beneath the covers. His long loved teddy bear had been relegated to the floor.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and studied him. There was so much of Elena within him. His beautiful bronze skin and jet black hair belonged to his mother. His sweet nature also was hers. She lightly stroked Adam's cheek and sighed. Nikita said a silent prayer to Elena asking for her forgiveness. She was about to take all that Elena loved. Her most cherished would soon belong to Nikita. Michael always had. Nikita took a deep breath and shook her head as if to clear it. She then lightly stroked Adams arm.

"Adam. Sweetheart. Time to wake up."

He stirred a little. Nikita kept stroking his little arm.

"Your daddy is going to be home before lunchtime. We need to get ready."

Adam's eyes popped open.

"Today?"

"Yes!"

"Before lunch time?"

"Yes!"

"Alright!"

"What do you want to wear?"

"I don't care. You pick."

Nikita made her way to his dresser and picked out some jeans and a Rugby shirt.

"How's this?"

"Fine. Do I have to take a bath?"

"Did you have one last night?"

"Ummmm. No."

"Well, then yes. How about you go take your bath while I get cleaned up too. I will place your clothes and underwear here on the dresser. When you are all ready you can meet me downstairs for breakfast."

"Okay."

"Now, I am trusting you to use soap."

"I will."

"And shampoo."

"I can do it by myself, Nikita."

"I know. Just make sure you do. Brush your teeth."

"I will."

Nikita went into his bathroom and started the tub.

"Keep an eye on the water. Don't let it get too full."

"Okay."

She left him and went to her room to prepare for Michael's return. After a long shower, she blow dried her hair and applied moisturizer cream to her body. She took a good look in the mirror at her naked body and smiled.

"Not bad,"she reassured herself. She then stepped on the scale. Only two pounds were needed to be back at her original weight. "Not bad at all."

She walked to her closet and selected an outfit. She smiled at the thought of dressing for Michael. She pulled an ankle length navy blue print skirt and a periwinkle blue v-neck cotton sweater from the closet. This ensemble was a far cry from some of her more daring attire from days past. It fit her mood. She wanted to be easy on his eyes. She searched through her lingerie drawer and for a pair of comfortable but not too conservative panties. She found a pair of white lace ones and debated the matching bra. No bra. She didn't want him too comfortable. She then thought of Adam and the staff and pulled out the matching bra.

She set about the task of dressing herself and then headed back to the bathroom for make up and some sort of hairstyle. She pulled her hair up into a comb and put on a pair of delicate drop earrings. Carefully, she lined her eyes with charcoal black liner. She then blended silver and white eye shadow to her lids. The intense blue found in her iris's contrasted with the dark eyeliner. Her eyes would demonstrate her desire for him. She finished with mascara and blush. She placed a tube of lip-gloss in her skirt pocket for later.

Once dressed, she made her way to the main level of the home. Adam was in the dining room waiting. "All ready for breakfast, Adam?"

"What are we having?"

"Whatever you want. This is a special day."

"I want cereal."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Actually, cereal doesn't sound too bad. Let's go see what is in the pantry."

The next half-hour was spent with the two mindlessly devouring breakfast cereal. Adam carefully read the back of both boxes while Nikita was lost in thought. Tomorrow at this time, she would be preparing for her wedding. Michelle was due in some time in the early evening and was going to stay the night. Nikita looked forward to catching up with her.

A small dinner party had been planned for later in the evening for Michael and Nikita. Michelle had bought a blue silk dress for Nikita to wear. It had a high neck, capped sleeves and an open back. Nikita imagined Michael's fingers along her spine and smiled a knowing smile.

After breakfast Nikita and Adam spent a considerable amount of time constructing a 'Welcome Home' banner. It was Adam's idea. Together, they cut and colored the masterpiece. Adam was very proud of their creation.

"Where shall we hang it, Adam?"

"Where he will see it first thing."

"That would be down in the garage. Go ask Mr. Smith where they keep the strong tape. This clear stuff will never hold."

Adam skipped off to find Mr. Smith. Nikita added a few final touches to the banner and started to pick up their considerable mess. It felt good to create with Adam. It was something they both enjoyed. Nikita made a mental note to always make time for projects with Adam.

Adam came bouncing back with a roll of silver tape.

"Will this work?"

"I would think so. Let's go down and hang it where he will be sure to see it."

Nikita looked into the retinal scan and then punched in the proper access code. The door to the stairwell slid open. Together they descended the cold concrete stairs. Nikita punched in the appropriate code at the bottom of the stairwell and the door to the parking garage opened.

"Where will Daddy look first?"

"I think he will look at the door above our heads first."

"How about if we stand underneath it so he'll see us too!"

"Great idea!"

Nikita pulled a chair from the security booth. The gentleman behind the desk stood to see what she had planned. Adam stood with the rolled banner and tape in his hand. Nikita eyed the space above the doorway to find the center. She took the tape from Adam and began to make loops of tape, sticky side out.

"Ms. Nikita. You are not standing on that chair."

Nikita turned and looked at her guard.

"Oh?"

"Not on my watch. Let me help you."

"Thank you. I guess us pregnant women have to use our heads."

She smiled as he stood on the chair. One by one, she handed him her tape creations and he placed them for her.

"Okay, Master Adam. We are ready for the banner."

Proudly Adam handed the banner to the man. Together, they unraveled it.

"My! This is a beautiful creation. Your father will feel so welcome and proud!"

Adam beamed. Carefully, the guard placed the paper poster upon the tape.

"Is it straight?"

"Looks good!"

Once the banner was secured, the man hopped down from the chair. All three stood back and admired their work.

"Will you call me when Michael's car is approaching? We want to be standing underneath the banner when he arrives."

"Not a problem."

"Thanks."

Nikita and Adam took one last gaze at their handiwork before accessing the door and heading up the utilitarian stairway to their warm home. Nikita smiled at the welcome change in environment. This truly was her home.

Michael phoned. He was to be home within the hour. Adam danced around the house with excitement. Nikita had him show her his tae kwon do moves to distract him. His mind was immediately focused on the proper moves. Nikita sighed at his concentration and form. Her mind started to travel to Adam's future. The familiar feeling of dread started to evade her happy thoughts. "Stop it,"she told herself, "Not now."She felt in her pocket for her phone. "Please hurry, Michael,"she repeated several times within her head.

Michael rested his eyes in while riding in the passenger's side of the black Suburban. He was weary both mentally and physically. He knew that Adam would be eager to see him. He used the hour ride to rest as much as possible. Although he was exhausted, hope and elation filled his soul.

**

Her phone beeped.

"Yes?"

"He's on his way. Should be inside in five minutes."

"Thank you." She smiled at Adam. "Daddy's coming!"

"Yessss!"

Adam bolted for the kitchen.

"Hurry up, Nikita! I can't open this thing!"

Nikita took a look at herself in a mirror and swiftly applied her lip-gloss. She then made her way to the door and went through the proper protocol once more. Adam ran down the steps and jumped up and down until she was there with him. Once again, she gained entry.

"How much longer?!"

The guard smiled.

"About three minutes, Adam. You want to come watch my monitor?"

"Will I have time to get back here?"

"Yes."

"Okay!"

Adam made his way inside the booth and watched the surveillance monitors.

"I see him, Kita!"

She smiled. He needed his daddy. Suddenly the huge steel doors started to open. Adam scrambled back to his place beside her. The looming black vehicle slowly made its way towards them. Stopping for a moment, the driver inside motioned towards the owners of Michael's heart and the banner. Michael smiled a tired but happy smile. The driver pulled into the parking spot and turned off the engine.

Michael opened the door and eased out of the vehicle.

"Daddy!"

Adam broke from Nikita's grasp and dashed to his father. Michael held out his arms until his son was safely within them. He lifted Adam's little body to him, held him and kissed his baby soft cheeks. Nikita stayed back and gave Adam his rightful time with his father.

"I missed you, Daddy."

"I missed you, Adam. Have you grown? You look taller."

"Probably. Nikita and me have been eating lots of cereal."

"Is that so?"

"Yep. She doesn't throw it up."

"I am glad to hear it."

Michael looked over Adam's shoulder at her. Her eyes met his in a loving, fervent gaze. She looked even better than when he had left her. She was glowing. He admired her choice of color for it complimented her eyes. She was beautiful.

Nikita studied him. The love he held for her was so apparent as was his fatigue. The driver was off loading Michael's luggage from the back of the SUV.

"Do you like our banner, Daddy?"

"It's is awesome Adam."

"Kita and I made it all by ourselves."

"You two are very talented. I will keep it forever."

"Really?"

"Of course. Let's leave it up for a few days and then we'll come down and get it and put it somewhere for safe keeping."

"Okay."

Nikita slowly approached the pair. Stroking Adam's cheek, she softly said, "Adam. Let's get Daddy upstairs so he can get comfortable. He has had a long trip."

"Okay! Dad you want me to carry one of your bags?"

"You can carry this one and I will carry the other."

Michael handed Adam his briefcase and he pulled the larger case behind him. Together, the family made their way up the stairwell to their home.