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Nikita walked out of the room. Owen stood up at the sight of her, "How'd it go? Did you get the pills switched?" he was concerned.
Nikita slowly looked up at him. She was going to tell him, but then saw his eyes. What if the baby wasn't his? She would break his heart. "Yeah the pills weren't mixing with my body very well. It must have been all the veggie shakes," she tried to lighten the mood.
"That's good. I was starting to worry that it might be serious," Owen hugged her.
They began to walk back to the car to go back home. As they walked down the hall Michael walked passed them. She could see him glance at her and smile. Owen just glared at him. He couldn't stand him. As they drove back to their home the baby never left her mind. So many questions, so many things were going to affect the little one. The biggest question was was she going to keep it. The life she lived was no place for someone to grow up in. But she hated the thought of giving her own kid off to a foster home. What if they were like her foster parents? She couldn't let him or her deal with that.
A week had past and Nikita's belly was almost noticeable. She would try to wear less tight clothes and had asked Ryan for fewer missions. She knew he would be too busy with the whole employer issue to give her jobs.
"Is there something wrong with the food," Owen asked seeing that Nikita wasn't eating.
She realized she's been pushing the food back and forth on her plate. "No. I'm just not that hungry today." She lied. She was so hungry. She was eating for two now, but she couldn't risk throwing up again. Owen would be sure to realize what was going on.
"I could make something else if you want," he felt bad that she wasn't eating.
"I'm just tired that's all. I'm going to call it a night and go to bed," she grabbed her plate and stood up to put it away.
Owen looked down. He knew something was going on, but hated that she wasn't telling him. Just then he heard a crash. He looked and saw Nikita on the floor. He rushed over to her and checked her pulse, "Nikita! What's wrong?!" he was in full panic mode.
She wasn't waking up. He gently scooped her up and placed her in the car. Smoke came from the tires as he pushed the gas pedal to the floor. He pressed the call button on the steering wheel. "Owen what's the emergency? It's one in the morning…" a division agent asked.
"Just shut up and patch me over to medical," he didn't have time for a conversation.
The agent could hear the panic in his voice and car horns as he was weaving through traffic. "Division medical."
"I need you to get ready for Nikita, she fell for no reason and isn't waking up," he made a hard turn into Division's parking lot, "We're on our way up!"
Owen ran out of the car and to the passenger's side. He carefully picked Nikita up and rushed into the elevator. He pressed the button for the medical floor. He never pressed a button so many times in his life. "I love you Nikita, hang in there," he whispered.
The bell rang as he came to the floor. There were doctors and a stretcher waiting as the door opened. "We'll take her," one said signaling him to put her on the stretcher.
He put her on, but held on to her hand. "I'm not leaving her." He wasn't about to just leave her alone with whatever was going on.
"She'll be fine but we need to take her now and you need to wait out here," they demanded.
Owen looked at her. She seemed so helpless. What's going on? He wondered, I've never seen her like this.
He nodded to the doctors. He could feel her fingers slip out of his grip as they rushed her into the emergency room. He prayed that it wouldn't have been the last time he was going to see her.
Hours upon hours past and no word. He just sat in the hallway watching each doctor come out hoping for word on Nikita. Finally a doctor came out and walked up to him. He stood up as quickly as possible. "She's stable now," she put her hand on his shoulder calming him down.
"What was wrong?" he was grateful she was alright.
"Something went wrong with the pregnancy. The baby was dying. But we're trying to take care of it."
Owen's eyes wen wide in disbelief, "She's Pregnant."
"Yes, are you the father?" she asked getting the paperwork out.
"Yeah," he took it from her still mouth wide open.
He had never once thought about kids. He couldn't remember his own childhood, so he didn't know what kids were like.
"I'm glad she found out who the father was," she handed it to him,
"Wait she doesn't know who the father is?" he was angry and shocked at the same time.
"No. she came into my office the other day thinking that pills were making her throw up. It turned out to be the little one in her stomach. You're not the father?"
"She knew back then! How could she keep this from me?" Owen was contemplating he was going to do next. He couldn't be mad at her. It could be his son or daughter. His own flesh and blood, and Nikita would be the mother. But what if it was Michael's? He knew he would lose her forever. Should he wait for her to tell him? He had so much training but nothing prepared him for something like this.
"Can I see her?" Owen asked with a serious look on his face.
"Yes, but be quiet. She might be a little sleepy due to the medication we are giving her now. We will have to keep a close eye on her and the baby," she took the papers back.
Owen quietly cracked the door open a little. He saw Nikita laying down looking at pictures which he was sure were ultra sounds. He knocked on the door knowing she was going to hide them since she didn't want him to see them. Once he walked in and saw he stomach, he began to notice it, the small bump was growing. There was a tiny life inside her that he might have helped create.
"Are you okay?" Nikita noticed him staring.
He looked up at her realizing he was looking at her stomach, "I should be asking you."
"I'm fine," she placed her hand on her belly, "Owen… I need to talk to you."
Nikita sat there for five minutes, but to her it felt like hours. She didn't know how to say it. It might not be his. "I… I'm preg…"
"I know Owen interrupted her," he placed his hand on her stomach.
She looked up at him shocked. How? "Then you know that I don't know who.."
"Yeah," his warm lips touched hers, calming her down, "As long as there's a chance its mine, I'm going to be right here."
She smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. She couldn't believe how understanding he was. He really did love her. He wasn't just the man who was a mindless cleaner, he was hers.
"Now that were calm I really need to start to read on what to do when you're expecting," he smiled, "This kid is going to be interesting."
They joked around trying to ease the worry and anxiety. They might be able to handle this, they both thought.
Michael stood still at the shock of what he just heard. He dropped the flower he was bringing Nikita. He had heard she was rushed to medical for private reasons, but this. He couldn't believe it. He might be the father. He smiled it might be his baby….
Thank you all so much for reading. I love you all so much. Please comment and review. I don't know when ill be able to post the next chapter. I have classes and huge exams coming up. But I will try to post it when I can.