Six years after Nikita's release...
Nikita was asleep, exhausted from a long hard labour. She had dark circles under her eyes, her hair laid limp, without its usual sheen and she was as pale as a ghost, but to Michael she was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
Waking, Nikita turned. seeing Michael she smiled, "Hullo."
"Hello yourself. How are you feeling?"
"Tired, but happy. Where is she?"
Reaching into the bassinet Michael picked up their daughter and placed her in her mother's arms. With tears in her eyes Nikita looked up at Michael and whispered, "She's so beautiful."
Bending down, Michael kissed first Nikita and then the baby. "She's going to need a name or they might not let us take her home," he teased, smiling.
"Michaela Rose."
Blinking back sudden tears Michael choked out in a husky whisper, "I like it, it suits her."
Walter poked his head in the door, seeing that Nikita was awake he grinned. "Hey Sugar, the natives are restless and want to meet their new sister".
No sooner had the words left his mouth did the restless natives in question burst into the room at full volume demanding to see "their" new petite bébé.
"Il est mommy rouge et froissé."
Looking down at her three year old's expression of distaste, Nikita laughed out loud, "She's a little wrinkled, yes, but she won't stay that way."
"Est-ce que je puis tenir le papa de bébé? I not drop her."
Michael helped Nicolas up onto the bed and then picked Christophe up and hugged him, "Let's wait for mommy to finish her turn first, hum?"
Smiling at Nikita over the heads of their sons and the sleeping newborn, Michael mouthed, "I love you."
Downstairs in the gift shop a woman picked up a newly released bestseller
Approaching to help, the clerk said,"That's a really good one. And the author is actually here, she's just given birth to her third baby you know."
Opening the flap, the woman read the dedication:
Once you were simply wishes my heart made,
Now you are my entire world, my reality.
Finis.