Madeline licked her lips as she moved back into the closet and shook her head. She pulled out the next pair of pants, as this meeting with Nikita seemed to be taking longer than ever before. Madeline looked at the mission pants and studied them.

"Here, try these ones." Madeline said as she handed the pants to Nikita, who was standing in her underwear, showing her pregnant stomach. Nikita bent down and pulled the pants up and tried to get them over to her waist and started to shake her head.

"Damn it, Nikita! I can't make new mission pants for you every mission!" Madeline hollered as she moved back to the closet. Nikita pulled the pants off and grabbed her skirt off of the chair and pulled it up and over her body.

"What are you saying, Madeline?" Nikita said as the tears start to gather in the corner of her eyes. Madeline turned around and sighed.

"You are getting big, Nikita." Madeline said and Nikita's face turns white. Nikita started to sway back and forth as she studied Madeline.

"You are saying that I am fat." Nikita accused quickly and Madeline closed her eyes. She placed her hand to her forehead as the headache started to pound behind her eyes.

"I didn't say that, Nikita." Madeline said and Nikita throws the mission pants that didn't fit towards Madeline.

"You didn't have too. I can see it in your face. I see it in Michael's eyes. I see it when the pants don't go on! I AM FAT!" Nikita screamed as she started to cry loudly. Madeline rolled her eyes carefully and tried to move towards Nikita to comfort her. Madeline knew she should have bought more mission pants sooner.

Madeline was tired, and she was tired of everyone in Section One. She had her own problems, and dealing with Nikita was like working with a child on drugs. You didn't know which way Nikita was going to react on any statement. Madeline was surprised that this mood issue had yet to occur during a mission. It was like Nikita was a firework, with the fuse lit, what mattered was how long the fuse was.

"You are five months pregnant, Nikita. You are still going to get bigger." Madeline said slowly as she reached Nikita, but the tirade was already off and running.

"I can't believe you! First you want me to show... now you don't! How dare you!" Nikita screamed and burst out of the room. Madeline shut her eyes and regrettably went after Nikita. Madeline was still stunned with the mobility Nikita has she ran down the hallway, without breaking a sweat.

"DON'T LOOK AT ME!" Nikita screamed at Birkoff as she rounded the corner and headed towards the office. Madeline stopped, a little winded and looked at Birkoff. He looked at Madeline puzzled about the hurricane that had just swept past him.

"YOU TOO! I DON'T NEED YOU LOOKING AT ME!" Nikita screamed as she walked out of her office, obviously yelling at Michael. Madeline swallowed back the contents of her stomach as Nikita turned towards her.

Then everything stopped for Madeline. Nikita carefully rubbed the outline of her stomach and Madeline felt her heart drop into her stomach as fear began to fill her throat. Madeline stepped back and placed her hand against the wall, as Nikita shook her head, flipped Madeline off and stalked out of Section One.

"Madeline. What was all that about?" Michael questioned as he walked out of the office, as Nikita screamed at an operative further down the hallway. Madeline dropped her head lightly as she mentally pulled up a calendar and started to panic.

"Madeline?" Michael asked as he stepped in front of Madeline's gaze. Madeline shook her head and smiled at Michael.

"Her mission pants aren't fitting, again." Madeline said slowly and Michael let out a small grin and then a laugh. Madeline stared at Michael as she started to run down her own options. This would be the worst timing in the world. If Madeline thought that Nikita was awfully emotional now, she would be on a permanent tirade if Madeline's own fears were true.

"So should I go and try to tell Nikita that it is natural to have a big stomach and that you didn't mean that she was fat?" Michael asked, in a mocking manner, hoping that Madeline was planning to do just that for him.

"Thanks, Michael. I would appreciate that. I am quite busy." Madeline said as she turned around and ran back toward her office, only to find out that she felt awfully sick.

Things were settling down in the hallways of Section One as Birkoff stretched his body out. Things always got interesting when Nikita would fly through them, yelling at anyone in her way. It had been a long while since she had done that, and Birkoff was quite shocked by it. What even surprised Birkoff even more was when Nikita flipped Madeline off. That was something that Nikita had traditionally kept for Operations, and even then, it had to be years since she last done it.

'Ahhh.. The ups and downs of pregnancy' Birkoff thought to himself with a smile across his face. At least with Nikita's pregnancy, it kept things interesting.

Birkoff sat down and picked up the line to call his answering machine at his apartment. He was expecting to hear from Melissa, who had gone out of town for a few days for work. Birkoff strummed his fingertips on the desk as he waited for his message to play out.

"Birkoff... meet me at the club tonight. I have been feeling lonely." Lori's voice ordered Birkoff and he swallowed hard, and dropped the phone down. Birkoff felt the sweat instantly falling off of his forehead and he tried to swallow the tennis ball in his throat.

Lori was becoming a problem, and each time Birkoff worried that Melissa would find out. The last stunt that Lori pulled was buying Birkoff a lot of ties. Although they were nice, it guiltily reminded Birkoff of what his life had become. He wasn't going to wear the ties, but decided if he did wear them, that he would some existential sort of way be amending for his sins.

'BULLCRAP!' Birkoff muttered underneath his breath as he pulled the tie with TAZ on it away from his neck. Maybe he was starting to like Lori a bit too much. She has been there for him, while Melissa had been running away from him at all costs.

Birkoff looked around and shook his head. He didn't want to feel this way; he didn't want his body to react this way, with the sound of Lori's voice. Yet, he did, and Birkoff could not ignore that, and the threat that Lori repeated.

This would be sooner than the agreed upon every other week meeting. Birkoff pushed his hand through his extremely short hair, making the decision to leave as soon as possible. Birkoff lifted his head and looked at Operations as he moved down the hallway.

'Damn!' Operations thought to himself, as he could not get Madeline's face out of his mind. It had been that way since Madeline had slapped him. He wasn't backing down on his anger towards her, but her face, her flushed face, when she slapped him, threw him back to memories that he had not thought about in some time.

'I am too old for this! I am going to be a grandfather!' Operations screamed at himself as he moved to his office, with more mixed up emotions than before. He shouldn't be thinking about Madeline either way, he did have Ayn, who would do anything to make him happy. Of course, now that he found his life halfway bearable, excluding the relationship with Nikita, that his mind would be hotwiring to images of Madeline.

Maybe it was that she looked like she did at the beginning of her pregnancy with Anna. Maybe it was because she had the same spark back from those many years ago. Maybe Madeline had finally snapped. Operations shook his head; he didn't want to think any further.

'I want a relationship with Ayn.' Operations told himself as he sat down and poured himself a rather large drink of whiskey. He looked around and quickly took the drink, but it would do nothing for his current need.

'But I need Madeline.' Operations admitted to himself. He dropped his head as he started to feel like he was being twisted in-between the two women that had dominated his life. He looked down and saw Michael crossing the hallway and sighed. Maybe he was worrying about the wrong two women. Maybe he should be worrying about his three daughters: Anna, Melissa, and Nikita.

Walter stood up from the side of Katherine's bed to retrieve the phone. He picked the phone up, without connecting to the other end, and walked slowly away. Katherine was not doing well at all.

"Hello?" Walter whispered as he moved further away. He wanted Katherine to sleep. It was something that she had been refusing to do more and more. Walter didn't have to ask the doctors how she was, he knew that the time was winding down.

"Walter." Madeline said in a tense, but relatively controlled voice. Walter pushed the bandanna off of his head and moved onto the back porch.

"What is this about, Madeline?" Walter asked as he leaned against the wood railing. It was a nice beginning of a morning, and he did not feel like dealing with Madeline yet again. She had left him alone for several weeks now, and this call disturbed him. His attention needed to be on his love, Katherine.

"We might have a problem." Madeline said slowly and Walter raised an eyebrow. He could almost see Madeline chewing her bottom lip. It was that kind of tone in Madeline's voice the worried Walter to the core.

"Something is wrong with Nikita?" Walter asked as he pushed off of the railing, ready to dash inside to run back to Section One. Nikita would always need him, and he would never fail on Nikita.

"Nikita right now is upset at me, and thinks that I called her fat, but that isn't the problem." Madeline said and Walter tried to stop from smiling. Yet, the smile took control of his face. Madeline must not have known what hit her when Nikita came up with that silly thought in her mind. Walter was sure that this issue would come up sooner or later, and now it just made him smile.

"So, what is the problem, Madeline?" Walter challenged Madeline, beginning to feel as if this was a personal call than anything else.

"It could be a big problem." Madeline said, avoiding the issue. Walter leaned back against the railing; not ready to play Madeline's early morning mind games either.

"Madeline, not this morning. Katherine is not getting much more time." Walter said firmly as he felt his blood starting to boil. He looked to the door and then back to the woods that met the back porch.

"I am missing something, Walter." Madeline said slowly, but with a tinge of panic, that perked Walter's ear up. Walter was surprised. Madeline was coming to him for help. Now this was different.

"What? A file? A disk? An operative? What are you missing Madeline?" Walter asked, as his common sense kicked in, telling him that he was starting to fall into the trap Madeline was setting for him.

"No. None of that. Walter... something that I should have had by now." Madeline said tensely and Walter could hear a light sniffle and Walter leaned his head against the building and then all breathing stopped.

"No... you can't." Walter stated bluntly out, and then noticed his loud voice. He moved as far away from the house that he could as he moved into the woods, scared of what Madeline was going to say.

"I am missing it, Walter." Madeline plainly said, and then he noticed the sound of her voice. It sounded like she had been crying for hours.

"Have you taken a test yet?" Walter asked as he started to sweat it out. It was one night to Walter that meant nothing. He felt as if his world was crashing in. The woman he loved was inside, not far from death and now Madeline was crying to him that their mistake might have been bigger than just passion.

"Am I suppose to do this inside Section, Walter?" Madeline hissed and Walter started to pace. He knew instantly what Madeline wanted him to do.

"Madeline, do I have to tell you how sick Katherine is?" Walter hissed out, as he felt his very being was being torn apart into two.

"No. But this would be your child, Walter. A new beginning." Madeline cried out and Walter leaned his head against a tree and sighed loudly. He couldn't tell Madeline that he couldn't do this now. And then he thought about Nikita. She might never talk to Walter and Madeline again, if Madeline was pregnant. Nikita would see it as something that was planned and then Walter stopped thinking again.

'What if it was planned? What if Madeline set you up to give her some donated sperm?' Walter thought quickly and he shook his head. Madeline wouldn't do that.

'YES! YES SHE WOULD!' Walter's mind screamed back at him and he pressed his lips tightly together. He looked to the building and then back to the ground. He would have to go. There was no other choice.

"I will get some, and drive down as soon as I can get someone to stay with Katherine." Walter said and hung up. He felt his stomach flip as he walked back into the building. He plastered a smile on his face as he reached for the phonebook, ready to find someone to stay with Katherine.

"Don't go in there." Madeline's voice echoed through the night as Walter pulled up to a stoplight about three blocks from Section One. Madeline looked at Walter's down window and he stared back at her. Her face was drawn, and from the lack of light on the hazy day, made Madeline look down out sicks.

Madeline crossed in front of Walter and entered the Jeep on the other side. Walter quickly pulled into the right hand lane, moving quickly from Section One. Yet, there was silence as Madeline handed over directions to her house.

*

"This doesn't bode well." Walter commented as Madeline placed the stick down on the table, against nine other sticks. Madeline blinked her eyes and moved to the window. It was split down the middle. Half said she was and half said she wasn't. The situation was not getting better, and it had yet to get definitely worst.

"Go back to Katherine, Walter. I will deal with this." Madeline said as she wrapped her hands around herself tightly. She could see it in Walter's eyes. He felt obligated to be here, because he was part of the act. Madeline knew what she was doing that night, and she should have never called Walter.

"And what do you mean by that?" Walter shouted and Madeline turned and then dropped her head.

"I mean, that Katherine needs you more than I do." Madeline said and Walter moved to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He kissed her forehead and then looked down into her eyes.

"We don't have an answer." Walter said and Madeline pulled away to push at the tests.

"Does it matter? I know what you want Walter. You want this to disappear, and that will happen." Madeline said and Walter shook his head and rubbed his chin.

"This has to be the worst timing that I can think of. All I thought about on the way down here was what would happen to Katherine. I thought about what would Nikita do when this all came out. I worried for my own life, as Operations would slate me up to die. Yet, that shouldn't stop me from knowing the truth and being part of the decision." Walter said and Madeline blinked back tears. Walter moved closer and took Madeline's hands.

"I know you must have thought the same things." Walter said slowly and Madeline closed her eyes. Walter moved Madeline to a chair and then pulled out a phone book.

"We can do this in Section, Walter." Madeline said and Walter lifted his head up from the yellow pages. He looked to the window that Madeline had been staring out of.

"Let's not shake the water there, until we have proof." Walter said and Madeline started to twist her earring. She watched Walter flip through the pages, looking for a place that Section One would never check or follow them too.

"Nikita would kill me." Madeline stated, which caused Walter to lift his head up with a smile. He looked at Madeline and nodded his head.

"Yep. After Michael got to you first." Walter commented and although the situation was not funny, the comment made Madeline laugh. She held the chair and allowed the laughter to pour out of her body. It was a tension releaser.

"And that would be after Operations killed me. Slowly." Madeline added and Walter nodded his head and shut the book, after jotting down several places.

"Yep, and then they would start with me." Walter said and Madeline stood up as Walter extended his hand towards her. She grabbed her coat and walked with Walter.

"Don't worry. No one is going to kill you. We like how you always twist people's minds." Walter said and Madeline nodded and looked back to her house and sighed.

"I know one person who would be happy." Madeline said and Walter raised an eyebrow. The comment stung, because the pregnancy would not even make Madeline happy.

"Anna." Madeline said and moved in front of Walter. He dropped his head and closed the door.

'I shouldn't feel this way' Birkoff screamed at himself as he stretched his arms above his head slightly. He felt confused, tired, and good, all at the same time. He turned his head to the side and saw the brown hair and sighed softly.

"You usually sleep more." Lori said lightly as she moved her warm naked body closer to Birkoff. He wrapped his arm around Lori and looked around at the surroundings. It was still early in the day, and the sun streamed in from outside in the small hotel room they had gotten. Birkoff shifted on the sturdy bed and pushed his head back as Lori's long piano fingers start to trace across his chest.

"You called her name out." Lori muttered softly as she started to lick Birkoff's neck softly.

'Damn, I thought I just thought it.' Birkoff cursed at himself as he closed his eyes. Immediately, Birkoff knew that he would have to pay the price for doing that.

"I don't like being called Melissa, but I am sure you will find a way to make me feel better." Lori said slowly as she walked her fingertips down Birkoff's stomach.

"Lori, I should be at work." Birkoff offered up and Lori sat up in bed, pulling the sheet with her and allowed her legs to graze across Birkoff's. She looked at him and shook her head.

"Then maybe I should go find your Melissa." Lori said firmly and Birkoff swallowed as the other shoe fell in. He was stuck as he sat up a bit more looking at a woman he did not love.

"No. Don't." Birkoff said quickly. He was not ready to sign his death warrant this day. Birkoff did not hesitate to think that Operations would cancel him if this were ever found out.

"Well, then I think you should stop talking about your mysterious work." Lori said slowly as she ran her hand up to his head and lightly bopped it. Birkoff forced out a smile and mechanically started to run his hands to her body.

"Now, that is a good thing to think about." Lori commented with a large smile. Birkoff nodded his head and leaned up to kiss Lori.

Now Birkoff absolutely what it felt like to be Michael and Nikita, and the numerous other operatives that Birkoff had watched perform in the line of duty. His mind wasn't on what was going to make him happy, it was on other things. He had watched Michael in his early years, before Nikita, did this numerously, and thought that Michael had enjoyed it. It could not have been good. There was no connection here.

'Damn, what the hell have I gotten myself into!' Birkoff thought again as he started to push Lori back to the bed. This wasn't his kind of thing. He wanted out of this, but yet, he was being consumed, by something that wasn't himself.

"Oh, Birkoff..." Lori moaned out lightly as he nipped at her collarbone. Lori arched her body up in the timeless motion that Birkoff tried to fight off, but his mind reminded him that he had to give into.

But it wasn't hard.

Maybe it was the guilt that he didn't feel guilty about it anymore that caused his mind to slur out Melissa's name during his time with Lori. This wasn't the only time, and Birkoff was sure it wasn't the last time that Melissa's name would. With this admittance, he extended the pleasurable torture, each time.

"Oh, I love you Melissa." Birkoff moaned out, sealing his fate, again.

He would be leaving this hotel room late this night.

It was a busy waiting room, and Walter picked up the magazine to his left and then dropped it to his lap. He couldn't put himself up to look at the parenting magazines. He leaned his head back and looked at the clock again. This was taking a bit too long for Walter to be comfortable with.

"Walter, I am going in by myself. No reason to expose both of us." Madeline ordered as they waited in the room. There were three kids running round at that point, and Walter held back his gut feeling, that Madeline better not be pregnant.

Walter then started to feel guilty for that thought. It wouldn't be too bad. Madeline had proved herself to be a good mother, but then Walter saw the other side too. It would be the worst timing known to Section One. Walter was sure that Nikita would not be able to handle it. It was the last thing that Walter wanted to do was to hurt Nikita more. She had been through enough, and Walter could only wish the rest of her pregnancy would go on by as normal as possible.

And there was Katherine. It was possible that Walter could hide it from Katherine, but would that be fair to Katherine. Here was another time where Walter did not want to hurt someone, but a baby would hurt any of a number of people that Walter cared about.

The thoughts continued as Madeline and Walter sat in the waiting room, and continued as Madeline went back to be examined. That was almost two hours ago. Walter had tried to sweet talk his way in with a nice nurse, but only got the traditional, sit down and wait.

"I could just terminate it immediately." Madeline had said on the ride over to the clinic. It was a difficult ride, as they even hot-wired a car to look the part of the poor couple to go to the clinic. Walter turned his head at the statement.

It was the fighting of his morals. If Madeline was pregnant, he couldn't allow her to terminate the pregnancy. It would be his child. Walter just hoped that it never got to that conversation.

"Walter..." Madeline said as she stepped out from the hallway of examination rooms and moved to the seat that he sat in, a bit too long. He could feel the grooves in his back and behind.

"So?" Walter asked and Madeline smiled.

"No problem, now." Madeline said and Walter took her arm and moved out of the clinic quickly.

"What do you mean by no problem, now?" Walter asked in horror. Madeline could have cancelled the pregnancy without even telling him.

"I mean that there was never a pregnancy. I have an infection." Madeline said and Walter looked at her and Madeline dropped her head.

"I have the papers, Walter." Madeline said as she handed them over. Walter sighed as he looked at the papers. Walter glanced at them as they reached the car they had hot-wired and opened the unlocked doors.

"Do you want to go talk about this?" Walter asked and Madeline looked up at Walter and blinked.

"You haven't wanted to discuss this at all, Walter. You didn't want to remember that the night happened between us. Why should I want to discuss this now?" Madeline asked rudely as she opened her door and sat down in the car. Walter closed his eyes before sitting down in the car to go back to his Jeep.

There was silence for twenty minutes as Walter drove and it started to eat away at his patience. Maybe there was something more here that he should be worried about. He turned and looked at Madeline, as she stared out the window.

Madeline didn't have as much as she use to. Walter knew that most of the time, Anna was spending in schools far away from Madeline, and in a way, it was allowing Anna to grow up half normal. Yet, Madeline was without her daughter. She tried to be there for Nikita, but as history proved, most of the time Nikita needed Michael and it was that simple.

Walter pulled over and looked to Madeline with a somber face. His heart pounded as he turned off the Jeep.

"You wanted to be pregnant." Walter said softly and then looked at Madeline. She slowly turned her head and bit her bottom lip.

"It wouldn't have been to bad." Madeline said and Walter held in check his responses. This behavior for Madeline was more than Walter had expected. From the beginning of this whole entire ordeal, Walter believed that Madeline didn't want to be pregnant, when in reality, seeing Nikita going through the process, brought feelings to Madeline that she truly wished for again.

"Madeline, I know that watching Nikita going...."

"This isn't about Nikita!" Madeline snapped and Walter closed his eyes and then opened. There was a trembling lip on Madeline that he can't recall seeing other than when they broke up.

"Yes, it is. Or you wouldn't have screamed like that." Walter said firmly and Madeline shook her head. Here was the head of the psychological profiling of Section One, not realizing what she was doing.

"Madeline, why did you get upset at Nikita about the mission pants? It wasn't because you were upset at the need to buy more mission pants. It was because you saw Nikita pregnant. Really, truly, PREGNANT." Walter said and Madeline placed her hands to her face. Her stomach flipped as the words that she had told Operations years ago about Nikita's reaction to her own pregnancy, were now being used to describe herself.

"Like Nikita was during mine." Madeline said and Walter nodded his head and touched her hand.

"But, Nikita needs you, and wants you to be part of this pregnancy." Walter said and looked to his hands. He looked out his window, as Madeline stayed quiet.

"Maybe it would help if you brought Anna back." Walter said slowly. He waited a few minutes before turning his head back. Madeline had not moved and Walter touched her arm.

"Sorry, that is none of my business." Walter said and Madeline wrapped her fingers around Walter's wrist. She squeezed it as she pulled out her cellular phone and pushed the button. Walter licked his lips as he waited as she placed it near her ear.

"Hi, Anna!" Madeline said as she moved her mouth but not the rest of her body. Madeline closed her eyes and slowly a true smile crossed her face, like a paintbrush had stroked away the sadness.

"Darling, I don't have much time, but I want you to pack. You are coming home." Madeline announced and she unwrapped her hand from Walter's wrist and moved slightly in the chair, adjusting her weight.

"I didn't tell you about Nikita! You are going to be so happy! Nikita is pregnant!" Madeline said happily and Walter turned the car back on. He heard Madeline's heart lighten as she spoke to her daughter.

"No! She doesn't have a basketball stomach, yet! But she will!" Madeline said and Walter started to laugh. The image of Nikita with the huge stomach plaguing his imagination. It was going to be some sight for everyone!

Madeline walked into Section One, and was immediately met with three operatives. Walter shut the door and watched as Madeline moved down the hallway, effectively ignoring all the operatives around her. She moved quickly and stood in front of Birkoff. Birkoff didn't look up and Walter shook his head as Madeline slammed her hands down on the desk.

"Madeline! Sorry." Birkoff said and Walter looked at him and felt his stomach drop. He could tell that Birkoff was still trapped into the blackmail that Lori was effectively doing to him. Walter leaned against the wall, as he waited. There were still some things he needed to talk to Madeline about before he left.

"Birkoff, send a team to gather Anna. She is coming back. Set her room back up." Madeline said and Birkoff nodded his head and Madeline turned around. She stopped and whipped her body back around.

"Make sure to send a team she likes... better yet, send the new couple, Millie and Logan." Madeline said and moved back to Walter. She smiled and almost turned to go to her office when she saw the closed door.

"Excuse me for a few minutes." Madeline said as she crossed against the flow of operatives and knocked at the door. Walter raised his eyebrow as his looked down to his vibrating pager. Walter moved to the computers and pulled a phone up as Madeline entered the office.

"Where is Nikita?" Madeline asked and Michael pushed his chair back from the desk and stared at Madeline. He folded his hands on his lap and his blank stare started to burn holes into Madeline's own eyes.

"She hasn't come back in?" Madeline asked and Michael slowly looked around the office in a cold mechanical way and Madeline swallowed.

"Enough childish behavior Michael. I was coming to apologize." Madeline said and Michael stood up and looked at Madeline.

"I am going to have to go home and take care of this mess." Michael said slowly and Madeline nodded her head slowly.

"Michael, we all know that Nikita doesn't readily accept help and support from the others in her life. Even if I would go to her now, I would create a bigger problem. It is better for you to smooth things over, so that tomorrow morning we might talk." Madeline said and Michael looked and then nodded his head.

"Madeline..." Walter said as he knocked at the door, looking white. Madeline turned as Michael stared at the man. Madeline looked at Michael and frown. She moved to the doorway and exited to the hallway.

"I have to go." Walter said and Madeline looked at Walter, seeing something in his eyes that she had never seen before.

"Katherine?" Madeline asked in a whisper and Walter nodded his head.

"She has friends... and she feels that she is suffering." Walter commented and then looked to the wall to compose himself.

"Do you need someone to drive you?" Madeline asked and Walter shook his head no. He leaned against a wall and looked down to his shoes. He felt like he was on a merry-a-go-round that was never going to stop, and as long as it didn't stop, everything and everyone would almost be right. Now, it was threatening to stop, and Walter did not like that one bit. He didn't want to be thrown from his horse, no matter how painful it is.

"Look, Katherine told me that we have a week." Walter said and Madeline started to realize what Walter was saying. Madeline stepped forward and touched his forearm.

"Anything you need, Walter. Anything. If you need Nikita for support, you have her. If you need Birkoff... he is there. If you need a gun.. Take it now." Madeline offered and Walter nodded his head and folded his hands in front of his face as if in a pray. Madeline stepped back and swallowed.

"And you know..." Madeline said, offering herself and her support in those three words. Walter forced out a smile of acknowledgement as he turned and left in a hurry

Nikita pushes her hair back slightly and sways with the music slowly as the song goes onto it's fifth playing. Nikita had moved the coffee table before she started to dance. Now, Nikita rubs her stomach down with a large smile. She is wearing a tank top and shorts.

LOOKING OUT ON THE MORNING R AIN.....
I USED TO FEEL UNINSPIRED....
AND WHEN I KNEW I HAD TO FACE ANOTHER DAY....
OH, IT MADE ME FEEL SO TIRED....
BEFORE THE DAY I MET YOU....
LIFE WAS SO UNKIND....
BUT YOU'RE THE KEY TO MY PEACE OF MIND....

Michael opens the door and smiles at the music. He finds Nikita circling her hair around happily and he silently closes the door. Nikita rocks her body down and Michael slides his coat down. He wants to reach out and touch Nikita as she moves. She looks so happy and so beautiful as her body is entranced with the music.

'CAUSE YOU MAKE ME FEEL.....
YOU MAKE ME FEEL....

Nikita bumps her hips out to the side with each beat and places her hands on her stomach. She drops her head and starts to sing the words down to her baby. Nikita smiles broadly, closes her eyes, and spins around. She does not even notice Michael staring at her from the doorway.

YOU MAKE ME FEEL...
LIKE A NATURAL WOMAN...

Nikita bends her knees and squats. Michael licks his lips as he looks at Nikita's firm body. She was growing in the stomach, but her legs were still long, lean, and firm. She rolls her shoulders back and laughs slightly as she begins to sing along with the music.

WHEN MY SOUL WAS IN THE LOST AND FOUND...
YOU CAME ALONG TO CLAIM IT...
AND I DIDN'T KNOW JUST WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME...
OH' TILL YOUR KISS HELPED ME NAME IT...
NOW I'M NO LONGER DOUBTFUL...
OF WHAT I'M LIVING FOR...
'CAUSE IF I MAKE YOU HAPPY...
I DON'T NEED TO DO MORE...

Michael starts to move forward to touch Nikita's skin. He aches to be swaying his body with Nikita's, that was going through the most natural thing a woman's body could do. Michael realizes that as he moves closer and closer to Nikita.

'CAUSE YOU MAKE ME FEEL.....
YOU MAKE ME FEEL...
YOU MAKE ME FEEL....
LIKE A NATURAL WOMAN...

Nikita sways lightly and Michael touches her and Nikita jumps. She looks back and Michael smiles. He grinds his hips into her back as he presses Nikita back against him. Nikita smiles and continues in her dance that was healing her feelings.

OH BABY WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME....
YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO GOOD INSIDE....
AND I JUST WANT TO BE.....

Michael wraps his hands down on Nikita's stomach and smiles as he feels the warmth. He drops his head to Nikita's shoulder and slightly licks at the fine sheen of sweat. Nikita parts her lips and allows a moan to ease out of her throat.

CLOSE TO YOU BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME...
FEEL SO ALIVE....
WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME MY BABY NOW...
CLOSE TO YOU BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME...
FEEL SO ALIVE...

Nikita turns around and smiles at Michael as she sneaks in a short passionate kiss in-between his lips before running her own hands down his chest. Michael stares at her and waits for Nikita to continue the dance.

'CAUSE YOU MAKE ME FEEL...
YOU MAKE ME FEEL...
YOU MAKE ME FEEL...
LIKE A NATURAL WOMAN....

Nikita leans her stomach out against Michael and places his hands on the stomach. Michael smiles and nods his head. He looks up at Nikita, and Nikita knows that she is prettier than she even thought she was.

'CAUSE YOU MAKE ME FEEL...
YOU MAKE ME FEEL...
YOU MAKE ME FEEL...
LIKE A NATURAL WOMAN...

Nikita slowly pulls at Michael's hand playfully, leading to the stairs. She rocks her body down and shimmies her chest in front of Michael. She turns with a laugh, and Michael light slaps her butt. Nikita starts to run up the stairs, and Michael is not far behind.

OH BABY, BABY WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME....
YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO GOOD INSIDE....

Lyrics from Natural Woman by Carole King

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