Mikita: Imagine your OTP having a child just learning how to walk. They take advantage of their new "skill" by touching, reaching, or venturing to anywhere/anything and running Person A and B ragged trying to keep them from getting hurt. Finally, now tired and in much need of a break, the couple fall asleep on the couch while holding an equally exhausted child fast asleep between them.
"I'm gonna get you!" Nikita laughed as she chased after her and Michael's 12 month old twins. The toddlers giggled at their mom running after them. Michael hid behind the couch and jumped out at them when they ran past. He grabbed Blake and lifted him up in the air. When Leah stopped, Nikita scooped her up and held her high as she blew on her tummy. She squirmed and struggled, but the smile on her face said she enjoyed every second of it. The laughter coming from both of them was Nikita's favourite sound.
Michael set Blake down and watched him run towards the tv. He picked up the remote and held it over his head. Nikita walked towards him and took it from him. Blake stared up at her, then ran over to the back door. Struggling to reach the handle, Michael went to him.
"No Blake. Leave that," he told his curious son. In frustration, Blake dropped to the floor and sat in silence. Nikita set Leah down and she wobbles over to her brother. Michael and Nikita watched them venture to the couch. Leah eagerly attempted to climb onto the couch, but lost her grip and fell hard on the floor. She suddenly burst into tears and Nikita rushed to her.
"Oh baby, you okay?" She asked her, picking her up.
"Looks like we've got two little troublemakers on our hands!" Michael exclaimed. Nikita turned to him, still comforting Leah.
"I think so too," she agreed. Blake then started running away from Michael and fell beside Nikita. He began crawling away as quickly as possible towards the front door. Once again, Michael chased after him and lifted him up.
"Where do you think you're going now?" He said to him and tickled under his chin.
Leah finally stopped crying, and Nikita reluctantly set her back down. Not wasting any time, she walked to the basement door and started banging on it. Nikita laughed.
"Man! These two are so venturous today! They just won't stay still!" Blake tried to get out of Michael's grip, so he let him down and he crawled over to his sister. They both banged on the door as loudly as they could, desperately wanted it opened. Michael opened it, and put his arm across them so they couldn't fall down the stairs.
"Happy now?" He asked them. They both gave him a guilty look and giggled. He kissed them both on the top of their heads, and shut the basement door.
"Let's just hope they get tired and sleep good tonight," Nikita said. Michael nodded.
"Let's hope we get tired and get a good sleep," Michael joked.
Nikita and Michael spent the next 10 minutes chasing after Blake and Leah, making sure they stayed out of trouble. Exhausted, they collapsed onto the couch each holding their kids.
"Boy, I could just fall asleep right now and sleep until tomorrow," Nikita said to Michael. He held Blake close to his chest and closed his eyes. Nikita did the same with Leah. Soon, the twins fell asleep along with their parents. Slowly, their heads fell and leaned against each others, and the four snuggled together.
