Mikita:Imagine your OTP in a grocery store and their child is grabbing everything they can off of the shelves and throwing it into the cart.
"Did you bring the list?" Michael asked as he put his and Nikita's five year old twins Blake and Leah in the shopping cart. Nikita held it up and waved it in front of Michael's face.
"Right here," she said.
"Good. Now, let's get this done quickly," Michael said, and started rolling the cart towards the aisles. Nikita followed, reading over the list.
"What's first?" Michael asked her.
"Bread," she replied.
"Alright, you ready guys?" Michael asked Blake and Leah. They both nodded excitedly, knowing what their dad was about to do. Nikita shook her head in disapproval.
"I'll be careful," he reassured her, then bolted down the hall with the cart. Blake and Leah began screaming and laughing, begging him to pick up speed. Nikita walked faster to catch up with them, and they arrived at the aisle with bread. Michael pulled the cart to the side to help Nikita find their usual bread. Just as they turned their backs, Blake brought his finger to his mouth to keep Leah quiet, and reached for a loaf of bread off the shelf and threw it into the cart. Leah giggled, and grabbed two bags of bagels and chucked them down with the bread.
"Found it!" Michael said and brought the bag to the cart. Nikita followed, and stopped when she saw other things already in the cart.
"Hmmmm, I wonder how these got in here? Michael, do you know?" She said playfully. Blake covered his mouth trying not to laugh while Leah looked the other direction.
"Why, no. I haven't got a clue," Michael replied. Nikita winked at him and then turned to the toddlers.
"I think it was these two!" She cried and began tickling them. The two of them kicked and squirmed as their mother played with them, then she stopped.
"Keep those little hands of yours in the cart, capisci? Blake and Leah nodded.
"Capisci," they mumbled the best they could back.
"Next on the list is, crackers," Nikita said. Michael nodded and grabbed the cart.
"Here we go!" He said, then ran with it out of the bread aisle.
As they walked down the new aisle, Blake carefully reached over to the shelf and pulled two boxes into the cart. Michael pretended not to see and watched Nikita search the shelves. Leah was about to tell on him when she saw her favourite crackers coming up beside her. She squealed and struggled to reach them. When she could barely touch them, she knocked a box off and caught it, then held it close to her chest. Just as Michael turned back to the twins, she dropped in into the cart.
"Hey you! I saw that!" He said to her and picked the boxes from both Blake and Leah up.
"Who, us? Blake asked, pointing to himself.
"Yes you! And that sister of yours," Michael said, putting the stuff back onto the shelf.
"Hurry up Nikita! These two are conspiring against us!"
Nikita turned around holding a few boxes of her own and smiled. She walked back to the cart and put the correct boxes down.
"What did I tell you two just minute ago?" She asked them. They looked at each other, then shrugged. Nikita leaned in close and tapped their noses gently.
"I said keep yours hands away from those shelves," she told them with a smile. They giggled back and apologized.
"Let's finish this before we end up taking the whole store home with us," Michael joked and rolled the cart away from the shelf. Nikita nodded in agreement, and followed Michael and the kids to finish the shopping.