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Date Posted: Tuesday, April 02, 10:13:54pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 526+" on Friday, March 22, 09:57:10pm
“I guess my sister won’t be named Valentina... or if it happened to be a brother, he won’t be named Valentine,” Sabina sighed as she pushed her empty ice cream dish away from her at the table. Nikita used one hand to rub her stomach as she spun her spoon around in the melting ice cream that Michael had picked up on the way home to celebrate Valentine’s Day.
Adam chuckled. “You didn’t seriously think that they were going to name the baby after the holiday, did you, Sabina?”
Nikita smiled at her daughter with a slight shrug of her shoulders. “You knew, right?”
“Yeah,” Sabina nodded her head as she glanced at her father and then her mother. “But I don’t know why you won’t tell us the possible names!”
“Because maybe we aren’t absolutely sure yet,” Michael stated as he stood up to clean the table. They had a good bit of people over, but he was glad that for the most part, they had vanished during dessert, leaving only Keane there with them.
“I don’t even know them,” Keane added and Sabina rolled her eyes. “But you know what they are having.”
Nikita pushed away from the table. “I’m going to go… upstairs… it’s late.”
“I can go with you…” Michael asked and Nikita shook her head. “The doctor told me the more stairs I do, the better.”
Michael watched Nikita as he was worried. The baby was late. After the Braxton Hicks starting at the holidays, Michael had thought that it meant that the baby would be early. Now they were waiting for the Braxton Hicks to actually change over to real contractions. Every time that Michael thought he saw a sign that Nikita was transitioning to true labor, it wouldn’t. Nikita was taking it in stride, Michael was a nervous wreck.
“Oh, Dad…” Sabina shook her head from side to side. “I’m going to go work on homework.”
Adam looked at the room and rubbed his hands together. “I’m going to call Cinda…”
Keane glanced as he gathered a couple dishes and walked with Michael. “I’m glad that we got this time alone…”
“Shouldn’t we be including Nikita in this conversation if it is about the baby?” Michael inquired and Keane pressed his lips together. “She is going to go with whatever we decide. She is ready for that baby to arrive… and it’s getting past the time that I’m comfortable.”
“Meaning?”
“We have to talk about inducing,” Keane placed the dishes in the sink.
“Talk about? Why don’t we start?” Michael asked as he turned the water on.
“I won’t do that here, Michael,” Keane looked at him as he stepped away from the sink.
The plan was for a home birth because of the PTSD. It was very unclear how Nikita was going to handle labor and if she got stuck into a flash during labor, it was a crapshoot on what she may or may not say. In a hospital, with nosy nurses, it could be very difficult to explain.
Keane could see the protest on Michael’s lips. “Inducing is much different, Michael. We introduce drugs into the equation… and even now… with her so late… and Nikita is obviously tired…”
Michael turned the water off and looked out the window. “I’ll do whatever is right for my wife and child.”
“I know that you will,” Keane stated and he rubbed his hands into the soapy water. “So will Nikita.”
“The others don’t matter,” Michael commented and Keane exhaled slowly. “Tom worries about it.”
“He should easily be able to explain anything that she may say,” Michael retorted. Keane felt a small chuckle inside of his head, but he didn’t let it out. It wasn’t just Tom and it wasn’t as easy as Michael said. “But there is a point that Nikita does seem more comfortable here when she does have a PTSD flash.”
“She hasn’t had one in a long time…”
“She won’t have control once labor starts,” Keane warned as he had many times before. “It would be idiotic to think that she won’t have a flash.”
Michael swallowed as he focused back on the dishes. He was silent while he was in thought and Keane exhaled. “And when you think about that reality… you realize how much easier it will be if things go as planned and we don’t have to induce… and we can stay here.”
Michael continued to be silent as he then closed his eyes. “How long… can we….”
“The baby is fine,” Keane solemnly spoke and Michael jerked around. “Kita is fine.”
“For now,” Keane nodded his head. “But it will change quickly, Michael. I don’t want to get to that point. Ethically, I shouldn’t get anywhere near that point.”
Michael exhaled and shook his head. “Give us the weekend… and don’t mention it to Nikita.”
Keane kept quiet as he nodded his head. It had been Nikita who asked about being induced earlier in the day. She had read enough. She knew. She was scared about it also.
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