"What if this is all a dream and we never even left division?" Nikita asked Michael one night as they laid in bed.
Michael pulled Nikita close and kissed her arm. "It's not a dream; I have the scars and bruises to prove it"
Michael said stroking a scar on her left arm. He gently brushed his lips against it.
"Yes but Michael it doesn't feel real, everything we went through and here we are living in a house that we bought with money given to us by the government, where dozens of children play outside. It's like a dream" Nikita said sitting up.
Michael sat up with her and began rubbing soothing circles on her back.
"Look. Nikita look at me" Michael said turning her head.
"Michael, what if I can't give you a family that you want because of the injuries I've had, my scars aren't exactly something you will want to see especially the ones you gave to me!" Nikita ranted.
"Nikita, when I look at you, I see the girl that was brought in to division strong willed and realized that what was happening shouldn't have being happening. The girl that became a woman, the first person to break out of division and the woman who gave me my life back, who showed me I still had something to live for." Michael said still looking deeply into her eyes like he was talking to her soul.
"Michael." Nikita interrupted
"No, Nikita the scars you have make me fall in love with you more everyday they remind me of how strong you are and that you aren't just beautiful and smart that you are strong and independent. The scars I gave you prove the things that we can overcome; they bind our love better than any ring of certificate. I have marked my woman the same as you have marked me. You are perfect to me no matter what you look like." Michael said his eyes filling with tears.
"But I know how much you want a family, I know you Michael, and when you saw Max and when you realized he was your son, your face lit up like I've never seen it. I don't want you to miss out because of me." Nikita said her face stern, although deep down she was crying oceans.
"There are plenty of other ways to have a child and as long as I have you, my life will always be complete you know this."
"Michael, but what if I'm not a good mom?" Nikita asked her voice shaky. "Division never taught us that, you never taught me how be a mom"
"Nikita, I saw you with Max, putting aside the point he calls you Gun Lady he loves you as a step mom, you are great with him when he comes to stop over and when we visit. You are going to be the best mom in the world no matter how it happens"
Nikita began stroking Michael's hand; a faint scar lay where it was attached.
"I seem to cause you the most pain, most of the scars are from me" Nikita said withdrawing her hand.
"Yeah but the scars, I caused you are the ones no one sees, you heart got ripped to pieces because of me. I knew about Daniel, I made you be Josephine, I picked on you your first year at division" Michael said stroking her heart.
"And that's how you and I became me and you" Nikita said resting her head on Michaels taunt chest.
"Nikita. The war is over, as long as you have the scars always remember the war between division and me and you is over."
"Promise?" Nikita asked tracing patterns on Michael's chest.
"Promise" Michael said placing his arm on top on Nikita's shoulder.