"Nikita?" Michael called standing on the landing of their new home.
Michael heard a muffled sound in the bathroom. Swivelling his body he began the new journey. He gently tapped on the door. He heard the toilet flush and Nikita's toothbrush vibrating. Michael was stood pensive at the door waiting for Nikita.
When she finally opened the door Michael noticed the dark rings under her eyes, the paleness of her skin and without a word swooped Nikita over his shoulder. She didn't fight him just let him manoeuvre her. He kicked open the door and carefully lie Nikita on the bed. Michael picked up Nikita's empty glass from the bedside table and headed out of the room. As he passed the bed, he managed to catch his little toe on the post. He let out an involuntary growl of pain and carried on walking. He noted Nikita's girly chuckle at his pain.
Michael came back a few minutes later with a glass of water and a strawberry pop tart.
"I'm not hungry" Nikita stated "besides anything I eat come straight back up"
Michael left the plate on Nikita's lap and climbed into bed next to her.
"Michael, you'll get sick" Nikita said shuffling to the edge of the bed.
"Eat" Michael said looking at the pop tart.
Nikita didn't argue. She picked off an edge and placed it in her mouth. It was like she had lost her fire. Nikita had managed to eat half of the pop tart before placing it on the bedside table; the drizzled white icing shimmered in the morning sun light.
Nikita let out a sigh and pulled Nikita on to his bare chest. Her hand skimmed over his tattoos but her hand suddenly halted above the scar on his left shoulder. Her hand slowly retreated. Michael kissed Nikita's hair and held her tightly.
"Nikita" Michael began.
"No, Michael I can't be" She answered his un asked question.
"Why not?" Michael interjected.
"I don't deserve to be" Nikita said coldly.
"Nikita. God. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. The woman who saved the world, who saved me and my son" Michael said forcing Nikita to look into his eyes. "You should do a pregnancy test just to make sure"
The twinkle in Michael's forest green eyes is what persuaded Nikita to crawl out of the bed. She wrapped her arms around her body and walked down the white corridor, casually glancing at the photos of her and Michael. One particularly caught her eye. They had a spur of the moment BBQ as Max was stopping over for the weekend. Nikita was crouched down talking to Max and Michael was in the background cooking the burgers. His eyes were on Max and Nikita smiling at their interaction. Alex had snapped the shot before turning to photo Birkhoff being chucked in the pool by Owen and Sean.
Nikita jolted and went back to her mission. Peeing on a white stick and hoping it turns blue. She walked back into the bedroom and put the pregnancy test on the bed and sat in Michael's lap.
"We have to wait three minutes" Nikita explained in a barely audible voice.
"Are you okay?" Michael asked rubbing Nikita's back.
"If… If we have a baby and it's a … a boy can we have his middle name as erm Ryan?" Nikita whispered into his chest.
"Well it's better than Owen" Michael remarked.
Nikita slapped his chest, the sound of skin belting skin echoed through the room. Nikita gently placed her lips on the red hand print on Michael's hard chest.
"It's time" Michael said looking at Nikita cautiously.
Nikita picked up the stick and took a shaky breath before looking at it.
"Well?" Michael asked excitement etched into his voice.
Nikita shook her head.
"I'm not… pregnant" Nikita said not able to look at Michael.
He sat up and pulled Nikita into his chest. Her back resting against his chest as his hands splayed out on her tiny stomach.
"So you're just ill? When you're better we can try again." Nikita nodded along. "We can go to the doctor and see if they can see if you can have children. If not we'll adopt. But we can always practise." Michael said kissing down Nikita's neck.
Nikita chuckled and capture Michael's lips in hers.
They had just sprawled out on the bed when Nikita shot to the bathroom. Michael heard the door slam and the toilet seat lift.
"Well if she does get pregnant at least she has the throwing up aspect nailed." Michael joked to himself.