The Ups and Downs of Furniture
Author's Note: Okay, so this has been nagging me for DAYS and I cannot get this ridiculous little story out of my brain! It's pretty fluffy, and oh-so silly, like I said. BUT I REALLY WISH IT WOULD HAPPEN! (Fangirl Moment). It most likely takes place in the future, after all is said and done. Okay, on with the story!
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Stupid! Thing. Won't. FIT! It really. Should not. BE! This difficult to… PUT THIS TOGETHER!
"FINALLY!"
Nikita poked her head in the doorway. "What was that, Michael?" She surveyed the scene in front of her with a twitch of her lips.
"Nothing," he grumbled, while continuing to fidget with a screwdriver. "You know, this would go much faster if you helped."
Nikita did a once-over of the room. The walls were painted a light periwinkle blue, and the floor was done up in thick, beige wall-to-wall carpeting. There was a small pale wooden dresser in the corner, and a yellow and white-striped armchair against the far wall. A bookshelf that matched the armoire was positioned on the wall to the left of the doorway, and was gradually being filled with books of varying shapes and sizes. And in the middle of it all, Michael was plopped down in the centre of the floor with various wooden parts of a crib splayed out around him. She couldn't help but smile at his absolute lack of assembly skills.
A gun, blindfolded: one minute flat. A crib for their yet-to-be-born daughter: three hours and counting.
"You wouldn't really make an eight months-pregnant woman get down on the floor and do strenuous work instead of- oh, I don't know- making her something for lunch, perhaps?"
Michael raised an eyebrow at her, then pushed himself up off the floor. "Is that your indirect way of asking me to make you another box of macaroni and cheese?"
Nikita walked over to him, and pulled him in for a hug (or, as much of one as her getting-bigger-everyday tummy would allow). She looked up at him and put on her best puppy-dog face. "Please?"
He kissed the top of her head, then bent down to plant another kiss on her belly. "Since when have I ever been able to say no to you?"
She grinned, and took his hand. Together they made their way into the kitchen, and Nikita sat at the counter while Michael began to prepare her lunch. She watched him move around their small but cozy kitchen, and thought to herself: how did I get so lucky? Everything was just… perfect.
"Nik?" She was brought out of her thoughts when Michael spoke. "Did you hear?"
Nikita shook her head, no. "What?"
"Someone rang the doorbell, and since your "personal chef" is busy with lunch…"
She laughed. "Yes, I'll get the door."
Nikita walked down the hallway to the front door. She peeked out the small window, and upon seeing who it was, threw the door open.
"ALEX!"
"NIKITA!"
Squeals of delight and hugs were exchanged for a moment, then the two women returned to the kitchen, chatting animatedly. Michael glanced over his shoulder, and smiled as they sat down at the counter.
He placed a bowl of macaroni in front of Nikita. "Good to see you, Alex."
"You too, Michael." She smirked. "I see you're embracing your pregnant-wife duties."
"Do you want any?" Nikita asked around a mouthful of her lunch.
Alex smiled and rolled her eyes, knowing there wouldn't be any left to share. "No thanks."
They talked for a couple of hours, and after Michael and Nikita said their goodbyes to Alex, they settled on the couch in the living room. She rested her head on his shoulder, while he rubbed comforting circles on her back.
"I don't know how you two can talk that much. It must be a world record."
Nikita let out a snort. "It's a female thing, babe. Speaking of which… the baby is craving chocolate."
Michael glanced down at her. "The baby wants chocolate?"
"Okay, maybe the woman carrying the baby also wants chocolate." She admitted sheepishly.
He reached over her shoulder and plucked a Hershey's kiss off of the table at the end of the couch.
"Since when do we keep those there?" Nikita asked, while unwrapping the candy.
"Since "the baby" started craving chocolate."
This earned Michael a half-hearted elbow in the side, but Nikita quickly forgave him, and re-adjusted her head on his shoulder. They sat quietly for a while, enjoying each other's company. It didn't take long for Michael to realize that Nikita had fallen asleep. Mind you, the sofa was so comfortable… he was starting to drift off himself.
The crib could wait until later.
Author's Note: And that's the end of it! Unless you want more, that is ;) Reviews are appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it. MIKITA FOREVER :D