After the finale, I can't help but just be in tears. Seeing their rings on their finger and how happy they are, I just had to put this short story together. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it and will also help with the sadness I'm sure we're all feeling over our show ending.
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A year ago…
The cool afternoon blew her hair back as she placed her hands between the empty spaces in his fingers and intertwined their fingers together tightly. Tears begin to spring in her eyes as she looked at the man before her who was dressed in a simple white casual linen suit. He couldn't stop smiling at her and that just made her feel so much more beautiful.
"Are you ready to say your wedding vows?" The priest asked them smilingly.
They both nodded together and Michael sighed. They were in fact finally doing this. Just like that… eloping without anybody knowing.
It was just so perfect and so right. Michael just never thought he'd live to see this day and that made him more emotional.
He swallowed hard as he looked right into his soon-to-be-wife's eyes and he pulled her closer to him until there was no more space between them. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he gently leaned into her and brushed his lips against hers.
"You probably want to wait until I say you may kiss the bride." The priest joked.
Nikita smiled against his lips and Michael just felt like he was the luckiest man alive.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on." Michael whispered. "And since the moment I met you, I knew my life would change forever. After everything we've been through with each other, I'm the happiest man alive to still be holding you in my arms and call you mine." He continued. "I may not be the perfect man; though I promise to be the man you need me to be every single day. I promise to wake up next to you every morning and go to bed in your arms every night in happiness, and pure unconditional love. I promise to stick by your side from thick through thin as I've always done. But most importantly, I promise that laughter will always have a common place in our home." He said, "And also, I promise to do my best to grow old gracefully and not to become a cranky old man." He added.
At that, they both tearfully chuckled. Their happy ending is finally here and nobody can tell them what or what not to do anymore. Nothing was in the way of their happy ever after and it felt amazing.
"You amaze me, and you inspire me." Nikita begin in a soft whisper. "I know that being with you has made me a better person." These words were the truest things that's came out of her mouth in a very long time and she felt butterflies in her stomach. "I vow to you with everything that's sacred to me to hold your hand in my hand and your heart in my soul every day, til death do us part."
Everything she wanted to promise him, he already promised her and that alone was enough. Even the priest got teary eyes. Those vows were the most eloquently spoken vows he's ever heard in all the years he's wedded couples.
As they both get ready to slip the bands in each other's fingers, they repeated those lines one after the other.
I Michael Bishop, give you this ring...
...In celebration of our love...
...and of our vows...
...which have made us husband and wife.
I Nikita Mears, give you this ring...
...In celebration of our love...
...and of our vows...
...which have made us husband and wife.
"Do we get to kiss now?" Michael asked.
"Not yet." The priest shouted as he watched him lean into Nikita. "By the power invested in me, in the state of Saint Lucia, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The priest announced happily. "Now you may kiss your bride, Mr. Bishop."
Good thing there was absolutely nothing traditional about this whole wedding.
"Come here, you hot stuff." Nikita pulled him in for a feisty, I-want-you-now type kiss and the poor priest was right there watching them until the cheers and applause by a strange crowd of people interrupted them.
Their first kiss as husband and wife was totally glorious. You could feel their love all around you. You could smell it and it made you want it too.
"Hm, my…oh my, have I been waiting for this moment!" Michael shouted through the cloud filled sky when they pulled away.
Everything about that day was perfect.
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A year later…
It was a perfect afternoon in Orange County, Laguna Beach and Nikita was wondering around her neighborhood with grocery bags in her hands. After the wedding and the honeymoon, she thought she wanted that over the top secure house on the beach but after thinking over how blessed she's been, she realized that she didn't need to be living in the shadows anymore. She was free and she wanted to enjoy that freedom. So after a month of pure bliss in Saint Lucia, Michael thought he had the perfect house and location in mind for them to spend the rest of their lives together.
It wasn't around a large beach but it was in a safe gated property. The neighborhood was safe to raise young children, the houses were affordable for their luxurious life style and that one house that blew their brains out, they made an offer for it immediately.
Everyone knew Michael and Nikita in the neighborhood of course. After all, their lives may have completely changed, but it doesn't mean that if one was to go online, you wouldn't find an article with Nikita's name printed as 'America's Hero.' It's such a cliché!
"Hello, Mrs. Bishop!" Nikita's neighbor from across the street shouted at her as she passed by.
Seriously?
Nikita rolled her eyes. Mrs. Bishop. You'd think they'd start calling her by her first name by now. She's been here for a year.
Nikita waved back at the woman and smiled. "Hi, Mrs. Crawford!"
"How's the husband?" Mrs. Crawford asked.
"He's doing well, thank you." Nikita replied.
"I'm glad." The red headed woman replied. "But listen sweetheart, we're having a barbecue at the house on Saturday night, I wanted to personally invite you and Michael. It'd be nice if you could drop by."
"Oh we'd love to!" Nikita said. "I'll check in with my husband and see if we can squeeze that in our schedule."
"Alright, let me know." Mrs. Crawford smiled.
"Thank you."
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It was just five o'clock when Michael pulled up in his driveway with a few bags of groceries in his hands. Busting the door of his spacious, clean home open, he was met by their golden retriever Max at the door.
"Hi buddy!" Michael said.
He kicked the door shut behind him as he made his way to the kitchen with Max following right behind him.
"Hey baby!" Michael greeted his wife across the counter as he settled the groceries down.
"Hm, you're home." Nikita said not bothering to take her eyes off the stove she was preparing dinner on. "We're having company over. Did you get a bottle of wine?" She asked.
"I got three." Michael replied as he jumped the top of the counter, making Nikita roll her eyes at how childish he's become over the year. He wrapped his arms around his wife's waist and kissed her neck.
Nikita moaned distractedly. "What's got you so excited, southern boy?" She asked curiously.
Michael turned her around so she was facing him then bend his knees and picked her up in his arms.
"Guess what happened today?" He asked.
Nikita searched his green eyes for any hints. He just seemed really happy and she was glad for him but she's not a really good guesser. She lost that ability a while ago.
"Whatever it is seems really important and exciting." She simply said.
Michael nodded. "Yes it is." He confirmed as he kissed her lips. "That job interview I told you I had at that high school today…" He begin.
Nikita's eyes lit up and she smiled against his lips. "You got it?"
"Mhmm, I nailed it." Michael said proudly of himself. "I start in two weeks."
Nikita bend down and kissed him again. "Congratulations, baby."
Though neither she nor Michael ever had to work as long as they still had shares on the Udinov fortune… she was supportive of what he wanted to do next and that was teaching AP English at a high school. He's been working really hard lately and knowing that he can do something that will keep him out of the house every day made her happy. She was happy for him.
"Thank you for being a very supportive wife." Michael said gratefully.
Nikita smiled at him once again and nodded as she brought her hands to his cheek. "I'm very proud of you baby." She kissed him again, slowly and passionately until Max begin to bark at both of them.
Nikita rolled her eyes at the dog and bit her husband's lips gently. "You should put me down before we burn this house down." She told him.
Michael put her down on her feet and of course gave her ass a small smack.
"Real mature, Bishop." Nikita shouted at him as he made his way out of the kitchen.
"I'll remember that." Michael said.
Nikita chuckled. Every day she wakes up, she has to remind herself that this is real. This is what normal is like. This is what being a civilian feels like. It's wonderful.
"Come on Max… Buddy, come on! Let's go play C.O.D. with daddy."
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Well this is it for this chapter. I decided that Michael should be a teacher because in episode five of the fourth season, he mentioned something about wanting or/being good at teaching so I thought I'd throw that in. I didn't really mention what Nikita's doing yet, but that's going to unfold soon enough. Anyways, I'd love to hear your reviews for the chapter so please leave a review and let me know what you guys thought. Until next time, xoxo!