A/N: OMG. You guys like it. You guys reviewed. You favourited. ILOVEYOUALL. So, as asked for: chapter two.
By the way, I did consider a Mikita pregnancy but I thought, whoa, that's a bit too much for one story, maybe I'll do that in something else(: Or maybe I'll just make this a multi-chapter fic and a pregnancy will turn up down the road. Who knows...? ;) But honestly , I'm still deciding whether to have it or not so, if wanted, just say so.
That's enough about pregnant Nikita. :D
DISCLAIMER: No...I don't own Nikita, or its characters. Otherwise, today would be Friday the 3rd...
Nikita woke to the shrill ring of her alarm clock on the side of the bed the next morning. She'd set in the night before for one simple reason: she was not an early riser. She had asked Alex to text her ten minutes after her alarm was set...just in case she didn't get up. There was no way in hell Nikita was going to miss today's breakfast. Her arm instinctively slammed her hand down on the stop button. As she reluctantly opened her eyes, she glanced over to her left, smiling at Michael's still, peacefully asleep face. He was a deep sleeper. It was cute. She carefully leaned over and brushed away the loose hair that was covering his eye. He stirred in his sleep, opening one eye and groaning.
'I'm not that bad in the mornings!' protested Nikita with a smile. Michael chuckled. 'No...it's just...what time is it?'
'Six,' announced Nikita. Michael cursed loudly, his head disappearing under the covers as he yanked them up.
'It's Christmas Eve,' Nikita sang softly. Michael reappeared, now smirking. 'You know my weaknesses,' he said, half in complaint, half in appreciation, giving Nikita a quick kiss. As soon as he broke away, his eyes flickered to her left hand and the minute he saw the ring on her finger, his face broke into a grin and he kissed her again.
'Michael...' Nikita reminded, poking him in the chest. 'I have to meet my dad...'
'I know,' he said, kissing the top of her nose. 'I'm just happy.'
Nikita smiled, brushing her fingers over the stubble on his cheeks. 'So am I.' She let out a small laugh. 'How long had you planned on giving this...' She held up her ring, '...to me and asking me to marry you?'
'Honestly?' Michael said, glancing away. 'I've had the ring for over a year.'
Nikita choked on her own breath and sat up straight, turning sharply to face her fiancé. 'Over a year? When did you start thinking about it?'
'When I realised it wasn't safe for me to be around Max until Division was taken down,' said Michael quietly. He leaned back into the pillows, gazing up at the ceiling. 'When I came back...before Sean tried to attack us...do you remember? You asked me what would happen after we took them down. With Max. With us. What would happen next.'
Nikita nodded.
'That's when I started wondering what actually would happen next. I wanted to be with Max as much as I could. He's an amazing kid. But I was still in love with you, Nikita, and I didn't want to lose you because I made the wrong decision.'
'Choosing Max would never have been a wrong decision...' Nikita began but Michael put a finger to her lips. 'But I would've lost you.' It was a statement. Not a guess or a question. Because both of them knew it was true.
'I realised that Cassandra wanted me to see Max as much as I did,' said Michael. 'That's why she was okay with everything. So...why wouldn't she move to wherever I lived if it was safe for her and Max once everything was over? I mean – she wanted a proper life as much as we did. I asked her about it. She told me that finally I was starting to get my priorities straight. Max would be able to visit me whenever either of us wanted but I had to sort out things with you.'
'That's when you stayed with us,' Nikita said.
'That when I stayed with you,' echoed Michael. 'As you know, we slowly started to figure things out between us. I bought the ring just after I decided to stay. I guess...it helped me remember that there was going to be a future for us when all of this eventually ended.'
Nikita smiled, kissing him softly. 'I love you. Now stop distracting me or I'm going to be late!'
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Nikita gazed at her reflection in the kitchen counter. It was seven o clock and she was already freaking out. Why was she freaking out? How the hell had she managed to stay calm during being in the line of gunfire, yet somehow get insanely nervous when meeting her father for breakfast?
'Calm down,' came Michael's voice from behind and he kissed her neck lightly before sweeping by her to reach the pot of coffee. 'Everything will be fine and I'll get to say I told you so as many times as you did to Alex when she and Sean got together.'
'I'm still saying that to her...' Nikita pointed out.
'Then I will keep saying it until you stop.'
Nikita rolled her eyes, turning to face him. 'What're you doing for the morning?' she asked.
'Missing you,' pouted Michael, pulling the puppy dog eyes. Nikita kicked his foot gently, squealing as he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her up over his shoulder.
'You realise I can dislocate your shoulder and have you on the floor in seconds,' said Nikita menacingly.
'You won't,' said Michael simply, 'and hey! I taught you that move!'
He put her down, taking her face in his hands. 'Everything will be fine at breakfast,' he promised. 'Your dad seems like a great guy and if he raised this Cameron cousin of yours, he should be pretty cool too. Just...pretend your walking into a peace conference with Division... uh, wait, no...not a good example...'
Nikita laughed, resting her head on his chest. 'Michael, your pep talk skills have severely diminished since you no longer had a use for them...'
'Ah, I can use them on Max when he goes to play for football games,' decided Michael. 'He's trying out for a team in the new season.'
'He'll be great,' Nikita said, smiling at the memory of Owen teaching Max how to shove someone so hard, they wouldn't get up again for another five minutes...long enough to get a touchdown. She glanced up at the clock again. Quarter past. Okay...so she had a while before she could start freaking out again. She saw Michael looking her way from behind the counter, where he'd returned to have his coffee.
'What...?' she asked slowly and suspiciously.
'Nothing,' Michael said. At her very unconvinced look, he chuckled. 'I'm just admiring how astonishing beautiful you are.'
'Oh, stop it,' Nikita muttered, her cheeks growing red.
'And how lucky I am to be engaged to you...' Michael continued. Nikita shot him a warning glare, her cheeks tinted with the unusual blush that occasionally appeared. She was saved my her phone ringing out on the table. She spun round, grabbing it and pressing the cool plastic to her ear. 'Nikita.'
'Okay, why did you need the six ten text?' came Alex's voice demandingly.
'Hi, Merry Christmas Eve, Alex, how are you?' Nikita said sarcastically.
'Nikita!' Alex whined. 'Come on! You can't just tell me to do things without saying why!'
'Don't worry, I'll tell you at lunch,' promised Nikita. There was a momentary silence until Alex finally agreed.
'Anything else interesting happening?' she asked. Nikita glanced down at the ring, smiling. 'Nothing really interesting, you know. Just...I'm now, officially engaged...'
She had to hold the phone far from her ear to prevent deafness from Alex's excited shriek.
'Oh my God!Oh my God!Oh my God!Oh my God! You're getting married! You and Michael are getting married! Oh my God! Nikita! You're getting married!'
'I think we established that,' said Nikita, laughing. 'Have you managed to infer that you're the maid of honour?'
Another...stunned silence.
'Alex, if you scream again, I am ending this call,' warned Nikita.
'I'm not going to scream again,' said Alex but Nikita could hear the excitement in her voice.
'We are going dress shopping at lunch,' announced Alex and before Nikita could even begin in to protest, the call went dead. She tossed the phone onto the couch, looking back over her shoulder at Michael. 'Well – she's thrilled.'
'And she'll tell Sean,' figured Michael. 'So then, I have to tell Birkhoff. And he'll tell Owen and Ryan. Looks like things are working, announcing wise.'
Nikita's face softened. 'Is Birkhoff gonna be your best man?' she asked. Michael met her eyes. 'Yep,' he said with a nod. 'He's been there for us for as long as I can remember. He even tweaked the Division recordings of that one mission we did where things...' He swallowed. '...got a bit out of hand.'
'Understatement of the century, Michael,' muttered Nikita, grinning. She leaned forward over the counter, kissing him lightly on the lips. 'You're right...Birkhoff's been covering for us more times than I can count.'
'And Alex has been the most curious relationship inquisitor out of everyone,' added Michael, rolling his eyes. 'And now, you have a father to walk you down the isle.'
Nikita's eyes shot to the clock. Half past. Okay... maybe now she could restart the freak out.
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A/N: I know the chapter is shorter than the other but I honestly ran out of ideas:) Anybody got any ideas? And I really hope you like the chapter...fluffines... :P
Yes – there will be more fluffiness but next chapter will be the breakfast with Cameron and Steven and then the lunch with Alex ... and maybe Michael's afternoon with Max before some more Mikita fluff:)
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