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Date Posted: 13:32:26 08/31/02 Sat
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“Daddy! Daddy!”
Michael smiled as he crouched down and opened his arms to await Adam’s hug. He held in his right hand a bouquet of pink and white roses for Elena – a peace offering for being several days delayed. It amazed him at times that Elena was so patient with him but he was also grateful because it allowed him more leeway to carry on his other duties at Section.
Michael sighed and closed his eyes as his son’s little arms hooked tightly around his neck. “Hello, Adam.”
He gave the boy a kiss on the cheek and then stood, lifting his son up with him and turned to face a smiling Elena. A glimmering of guilt assuaged Michael as his gaze settled upon her but he quickly tapped it down as he stepped into the role of loving husband. An hour later he had showered, changed, and was playing with Adam on the living room floor as Elena prepared dinner.
As the sound of Adam’s laughter filled the room, Michaels thoughts turned to consider what his life would have been like if his choices earlier in life had been different. Where would he be now? He liked to believe that he and Simone would have had a chance at a real life together but that wasn’t likely considering he didn’t meet Simone until after he was in Section. And as for Elena, Michael was truly fond of her – she was a good and beautiful woman, a wonderful mother, but he doubted they would have ended up together if Section had not been involved. If she had any true idea of the man he really was Michael was certain Elena would have escaped long ago.
‘Stop being so hard on yourself.’
A small sad smile lifted the corners of Michael’s lips. He could just imagine Simone saying that to him. She’d stand with her feet planted firmly apart and her hands on her hips and glare at him. ‘You’ve made the best of what you could with your life. Don’t look back, Michael. Don’t ever look back.’
With a small sigh Michael lifted Adam up onto his lap and held him close. Thank God for Adam. Despite the private misgivings he’d had about establishing a blood cover, Adam was the one sure anchor in his life.
Michael’s thoughts turned suddenly to Nikita and the last encounter they’d had. She’d completed the last mission with high marks except for the small fact that Alec Chandler was killed when they’d been under orders to bring him in alive. Operations had placed the blame squarely upon Nikita and nothing Michael had been able to say had changed his mind.
Once Michael had been given clearance to return home he had stopped by Nikita’s to check on her. As he had suspected, she was sullen and angry at the lies she’d been told in the beginning of the mission. She was angry too that he’d betrayed the small trust they’d begun to establish and Michael had tried to explain that he’d had no choice. He did what he had to. They all did. That was what being in Section was all about. And then out of the blue he’d told her that it wasn’t what he would have chosen for the two of them.
Michael’s brows furrowed in a small frown. He shouldn’t have told her that. It had been a slip on his part to let her know he was beginning to care for her. But he couldn’t leave without at least attempting to make her understand that if he could have changed things, he would have for her.
He was startled out of his thoughts as Elena knelt down beside him. She smiled warmly at him and Adam.
“Dinner’s ready, darling.”
Michael pushed all thoughts of Nikita and Section off to the side as he concentrated on the mission at hand. He leaned over and kissed Elena long and deep and he felt her breathing heighten. He pulled away then, smiled at the dazed look in her eyes, and then took her hand in his. “Come on, Adam,” he said, standing and lifting his son with him. “Let’s not keep mommy waiting.”
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