| Subject: Re: Chapter 30 B (con't of chap. 30, sorry I left it out) |
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Date Posted: 14:48:21 04/03/01 Tue
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Kate
's message, "Chapter 30 (long)" on 09:34:52 04/03/01 Tue
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It is more blessed to give than to receive.
"Take the bloody thing," Sara said, scouring the lasagne pan. "Like I said, what am I going to do with it?"
"It just seems weird, okay?" Nikita frowned, drying off another plate and carefully putting it in the cabinet. "What would you do if someone came up to you and said, ‘Hey, I've got an extra kidney, d'you want it?'"
"It's not like that at all," Sara blew her bangs out of her eyes and frowned. "Besides, you're family."
Nikita froze. "Don't say that."
"Oh. You thought I meant the thing with Michael and Sam? I just meant that you're Milla's mother, and Sammy and I think of her as family."
"I don't know."
"All right then, think of it this way: I'd do the same thing for a stranger. I would. And you'd accept a stranger's umbilical cord, wouldn't you?"
"Well ..."
"Look, Nikita, you'd be doing me a favor. Really." Sara wrung out her dishrag and hung it neatly on the faucet. "Sammy's been acting funny about all this baby stuff all along. But I didn't realize how much it was bothering him till today. I think he's sorry he took the job in Cairo."
"Did he drag you there or something?"
"More like I dragged him," Sara smiled. "It was a joint decision. But now he's second guessing himself and I don't think it's good for him. He likes to know what's going on, know the obstacles, have a plan and carry it out. Is Michael anything like that?"
"Somewhat," Nikita managed to say, trying to keep a firm grip on the platter she was drying.
"Well, then, you know what I mean."
"Michael also doesn't like it when we don't agree on something important," Nikita said frankly. "And I don't feel right about --"
"For goodness' sakes, it's an umbilical cord! That I won't even need!"
"I know that. And I can get one from someone else if I need to."
"Yes, but you'll have to get permission."
The kitchen door opened, and Sam and Michael came in, followed by Andy.
"We've agreed," Sam said, looking stiff and irritated. "If you want to give her your cord blood, it's all right."
Nikita looked at Michael. He didn't seem happy, but he did look resigned. "Sure?" she asked him.
"Yes."
Sara looped her arms around Sam. She gave him a big kiss. "Thanks, darling. I knew you'd do the right thing." Sam growled, but allowed her to lead him upstairs.
Nikita tentatively linked her fingers through Michael's, pressing her palm against his so she could feel him. "You did say," she reminded him, "That you'd do anything."
"This wasn't what I had in mind."
Andy headed for the door to the hotel. "Uh, well. G'night --"
Nikita cried out, "Watch the door frame --"
"Uh, right." He ducked just in time. "Thanks. Ummm ..." he hesitated, and Nikita smiled.
"Would you like a bedtime snack? Here, why don't you take some cookies and a banana? And here's a bottle of water --" She gathered up an armload of provisions and handed them to him.
"Hey. Thanks. Appreciate it," Andy beamed. "Good night."
Michael and Nikita watched him go. "It's difficult to imagine Elena raising someone like Andy," Michael mused.
"It's difficult imagining anyone raising Andy," Nikita grinned. "I think she did a good job, don't you? With both of them?"
"The best. As good as you've done with Milla."
Nikita's face darkened. "As she's run away, I don't know how good of a job I did."
"Nonsense. She's just confused."
Michael turned out the lights and followed Nikita to their bedroom. She glanced at Milla's closed door, and Michael said confidently, "She'll be back."
"I hope so."
"Nikita. She will be back."
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