A WALK BETWEEN TWO HEARTS

By LORRAINE 0.

PART 8

Michael raised his hand, resting it on her door, suddenly feeling anxious. The past few days had been tumultuous to ay the least. All efforts to find out the identity of the young boy on the panel Simone had shown him had been dead ends. Nothing in the computers verified what she had been insisting all this time, that the child was indeed theirs. But then, nor did they dispute it. There were records, but they were sealed, totally inaccessible to him or Birkoff.

His eyes looked up at the hidden camera over her door and knocked.

The door soon opened and she stood staring back at him. A moment of silence passed between them making the situation even harder. Clearing his throat, Michael looked at her, then glancing past her.

May I come in? He asked in his usual hushed voice.

Nikita sighed, looking down at the floor and then stepped back, opening the door wider for him. Closing the door quietly, she watched him turn, pulling his hands out of his long coat and step towards her. His familiar touch, warm fingers gliding over her eyebrow and then down over her cheek brought her near to tears.

I missed you. He said encouraged when she didn’t pull away.

Nikita gave him the faintest of smiles, her own hand coming up to cover his.

No words were needed as they came together, mouths seeking the other, hands clutching, bodies pressing close. Michael opened his eyes as they kissed, watching her as he always did, marvelling at her love for him. She was his life.

Nikita sighed, relishing the feel of his hard body against her soft curves, enjoying the familiar taste of his mouth on her lips.

I missed you too. She murmured between kisses, wrapping her arms about his neck holding him close to her.

Eventually, he pulled back, gently wiping the tears that had made their way down her flushed cheeks.

We have to talk.

Nikita nodded, turning to walk into the open living room.

Michael followed her in, his eyes darting about the apt as he always did, unsure of what he was looking for, but looking nevertheless.

Nikita sat down on the floor, resting her back on the couch, lacing her fingers over top her pulled up knees.

Seating himself on the chair across from her, he paused before speaking, trying to find the right words.

The mission is a fraud. There is no Zang and no slave trade. It was a plan formed by Operations and Madeline.

Nikita arched her eyebrow with surprise but kept quiet, listening to him explain the rest of the story as Simone had explained to him.

The only reason she agreed to this is because of someone we both love.

Nikita dropped her knees down and crossed her ankles, palms on the floor.

Who might that be? She asked.

Tristan.

Tristan who?

Tristan Samuelle… our baby they took from us when he was just minutes old..

Nikita blanched visibly, a frown came over her features as she scrambled to her feet.

But you denied ever having a child with her…. how can this be? You lied to me? She stuttered pushing back her long hair from her eyes as she paced trying to cope with the news.

Michael sat motionless, his eyes followed her, unwavering. Nikita shot him a look filled with hurt and confusion.

How many other children do you have? She asked stepping back when he got to his feet, trying to come to her.

Nikita….

Just answer the question Michael. How many children do you have?

Michael watched her stand there; her big blue eyes once filled with love for him now glower at him, filled with confusion. He hated himself.

Adam and Tristan…. I didn’t know Tristan was alive. He was taken from us when he was minutes old Nikita. I didn’t lie to you,,, I didn’t know.

Nikita laughed bitterly now, her pale face growing flushed as she turned from him. I asked you once, not too long ago, if you had any other children and specifically with her. You lied to me. You said you didn’t.

She picked up a small porcelain figurine of a dolphin, turning it in her hands as she tried to calm down.

Apparently you did. She added when Michael went to further explain.

Michael looked away at nothing in particular wondering how he was going to smooth things over with her now.

At the time I didn’t think you needed to know about him. It was too early for us for you to know about him. I lied for you,, for us.

Nikita turned slowly, a sudden calmness coming over her.

You lied for me? Michael, you’re such a hypocrite. You lie and say it was for me when all this time, it was really for you. You can’t be honest with anyone including yourself.

She shook her head and set the figurine down on the counter once again.

I think you better leave. I have to go in an hour. She murmured not able to look at him.

Michael stared at her with his green eyes, his face carefully masked as always.

Nikita, they want you dead.

His voice cut the silence like a knife and she laughed.

Yeah,,, I know. At least some things in this miserable world are still dependable.

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