UPDATE: Okay, so I got a betareader (chapter two) so just bear with me in chapter one. Thank you!
Nikita's body was tightly pressed against his and her plumped stomach lightly touched his.
He could feel the kicks, they were so hard and determined, he smiled briefly because the fact that Nikita was only in the twelfth week and according to the books you couldn't start to feel the baby's kicks before week fourteen. But then again he already knew that this wasn't an ordinary baby.
"Michael, calm him down" Nikita murmured.
Michael lifted his hand and carefully stroked the little bump right underneath the belly button and the kicks immediately stopped, Nikita smiled.
Weirdly enough was that the only thing that could calm this baby down, the touch or the voice of Michael, which he was very proud of but not 4 o'clock in the morning.
This pregnancy drove him crazy, or not.. Who was he trying to fool? He loved this pregnancy, he had never had this much or amazing sex before, plus he had never seen Nikita this happy, she was really glowing.
"Thanks" she said, Nikita closed her eyes again, happier than ever.
She knew that this was dangerous; if division found out that she was pregnant they were doomed but she couldn't help it to be happy.
Nikita didn't picture herself as a mother and having a child was not an ambition of hers, she had other goals in her life.
She smiled back at the memory when she found out that she was pregnant. The only feeling she had now was how happy she was to carry Michael's child. Sleeping in the same bed as the man she loved and on top of that, had the honor to carry his baby, she felt blessed. But the day she found out, she felt quite different feeling in her gut.
They had just found the forth box, and decided to celebrate with a glass of wine. Birkhoff retreated to his side of the house after a while because he knew that the couple wanted to celebrate and not just only with a glass of wine…they couldn't keep their hands of each other, just as soon Birkhoff left the kitchen, Michael pushed her against the dinner table and started to kiss her lips fiercely.
"Michael" she giggled and pulled away, "How about I put something much more suitable on for this occasion, and take a shower?"
"Is that really necessary?" How about you don't put anything on and follow me into our bedroom so I can undress you?" He responded and smirked
"You are too impatient she" said and sighed playfully "but" she continued "I've barley showered in two weeks..."
"….. and we barely had sex in two weeks, that is a long time… especially in Michael and Nikita land, there it's an eternity" Michael said
"You know that we had to focus on the black box and nothing else" she responded while slowly unbuttoning her shirt.
"Oh that's it" He said and lifted her up, bridal style. "You are coming with me"…
She pushed the door open with one foot….. Michael put her down on the bed and hovered above her, she then started to unbutton his shirt while he pulled her closer.
Nikita leaned her head backwards and allowed him to pull off her pants.
Michael then started to kiss her lips and continued down to her stomach but then stopped abruptly when he reached her stomach with his lips to bring his hands on it, his eyes grew bigger.
"What's the matter" Nikita said and sighed
Michel just kept on starring at her stomach and then started to move his hands in small round circles, a smile slowly grew on his lips.
She repeated again "Michael, what's the matter?" feeling more impatient than ever.
This time he responded by bringing her hands down below the navel, and she felt it. It was a little bump, barely noticeable, but she felt it. Nikita starred at Michael and then her gaze trailed back to her stomach with chock. She had had this weird feeling in the back of her head all week that something was wrong.
How could she be so darn stupid? How is it possible that she had not noticed?
She hadn't slept in weeks, they had worked nonstop to find that darn box, she had actually worn the same clothes for two weeks and had barely showered during that time.
And the fact that she hadn't had any symptoms didn't improve the possibly to notice her little bump, only a trained eye could catch the small signs. Well, luckily for her, Michael had a trained eye.
They starred at each other, exchanged glances and he knew what she wanted him to do.
He took his keys drove off to the nearest gas station, bought three pregnancy tests and drove back. He knew, he was sure, but he also knew that Nikita needed to see it, black on white.
In the meantime Nikita slightly panicked, she walked through the house slightly impatient. She needed to do something; she needed to figure out how she felt. She walked past the mirror and studied her slim and petite figure. She turned her body so she could see it in profile and stroked her belly. She didn't know how to handle it. To do an abortion wasn't an option; she wouldn't take another child away from Michael. She knew that her and Michael's only weakness was each other, and Amanda and Percy knew that as well.
And now with a child involved….
She heard a silent thud. The front door opened and closed. Michael handed the bag over and she stormed over to the nearest restroom. He understood that he needed to leave her alone for a while, she needed privacy.
She had never done this before… peeing on a stick wasn't her thing. She felt quite worried and uncomfortable but she suspected what the result would be.
She peed at the three sticks at once and then waited. It felt like hours.
Then finally she saw the three plus signs… She was going to have a family with the man she loved, could it be more perfect? Nikita, assassin turned mother. She let out a small chuckle, she could do this.
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It was quiet for fifteen minutes before he heard a small chuckle. He opened the door; there she sat on the bathroom floor with three pregnancy tests in her hands, starring at them with a smile.
"You couldn't have bought some more pregnancy tests" She said with a smile.
"No, I wanted to you to be 100% sure"
She tuned the pregnancy test around to show him the digital plus signs.
"I'll take your smile as if you are okay with this" He said and helped her up by giving her his hand.
"Well, I tried to be all worried and think of all the consequences at first... But then I realized that this little child will be so loved by two parents and a weird uncle and with that kind of love you can come a long way. We have never failed a mission and we're not going to fail this one either."
Michael stroked her cheek. "We will figure this one out as well, we always do"
He then embraced her and kissed her hair.
"Should we continue to celebrate" he murmured in her ear.
"Definitely" she said with sparkling eyes
So, I have this whole storyline figured out. But I really don't know if I should continue because of my English. Did the story make sense and was it "readable". It's up to you if I should continue or not. And the pregnancy thing, I've actually stole some bits from my sister's pregnancy…Well , let me know.