| Subject: À la Vie! - Chapter 40 |
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Date Posted: Thursday, November 04, 11:57:06pm
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Diane
's message, "À la Vie!" on Tuesday, October 19, 01:16:54am
Adam was adorable. A little withdrawn and sober for Nikita’s taste, but she hoped fervently that Michael could remedy that, and soon. A quiet and polite child, he sat on at his little table and looked at his picture books while Julie showed Nikita her room across the hall. The two rooms were connected by a bathroom—Julie was across from Adam’s bedroom while Nikita was opposite the nursery.
“Perhaps you would like to freshen up a bit,” offered Julie. Nikita gratefully accepted the offer, and closed the bathroom door, turning on the taps. She quickly pulled out her cellular and hit Michael’s speed dial number and was surprised with the alacrity with which he answered.
“I’m in,” she said, feeling a bit like the Nikita from the television series.
“How is he?” he asked without preamble. “How is my son?”
“Oh, Michael. He’s beautiful. He’s healthy and well cared for, and he’s coping very well under the circumstances.”
“What circumstances?” he asked, growing alarmed. “What have they done to him?”
“Shh, Michael,” said Nikita soothingly. “Calm down. There’s nothing wrong with Adam. I just think he misses being able to go outside to play. That’s all.”
A momentary pause, then, “That’s when we’ll do it,” cried Michael triumphantly.
“What are you talking about?”
“He’ll have to go outside to learn to say ‘tree,’ ‘grass,’ ‘bush,’ won’t he? That’s when we’ll take him.”
“But what about the bodyguards?” asked Nikita, concerned.
“Let me worry about them. Just wait for my call, and then plan your lesson accordingly.” Another pause, then, “I miss you already.”
“You miss what?” Nikita asked laughingly. “My cold feet or my snoring?”
“You don’t snore,” he chided her gently.
“I miss you, too,” she said softly.
The four nights they had shared a bed had seemed so natural—like it was always meant to be. Nikita had awakened one morning to find her head on Michael’s chest, one long leg thrown across his, and his hand tangled in her hair. She had looked up at his face to see him smiling at her. He wished her Good Morning, and it had been. They were starting to act like an old married couple. It was nice.
Sunday night, Michael hadn’t worn his shirt to bed. Nikita hadn’t even noticed until she was almost asleep, and then realized that it didn’t bother her at all. If the truth were known, she preferred him without one. She remembered the night in San Francisco when he had let her hands wonder over his upper body, and she felt a slight shiver. She wondered what it would be like to do that when he wasn’t wearing a shirt. She must ask him if she could some day. She didn’t stop to think of the effect that “session” might have on Michael.
She suddenly realized that the faucet had been running for two minutes, and told Michael she would have to call him later. He asked her to kiss Adam for him—she promised she would.
* * *
Adam had a secret. His new teacher, Fräulein Maxifeld, was a friend of Daddy’s. No one must know this, not even Julie, and he kept his word. If Adam wanted to get a message to Daddy, he could tell Fräulein Maxifeld, and she would tell Daddy. If Daddy had a message for Adam, Fräulein Maxifeld would give it to Adam. Adam was bursting to show his pictures of Daddy to his new friend, but he had promised Julie he would not speak of them, so he did not. Nikita and Julie both informed Michael that Adam was mature enough to cooperate in their plan, and moved onto the next phase.
Nikita began her German lessons with Adam the way her French lessons had begun with the Fanning twins. She taught him "Guter Tag. Meine Namen sind Adam. Wie ist Ihr Name? Wie geht's Ihnen? Ich bin fein.” She taught him his numbers: Ein, Zwei, Drei, Vier, Fünf, Sechs, Sieben, Acht, Neun, and Zehn. She taught him his colors by pointing to different objects in the nursery. Rot. Gelb. Blau. Grün. Orange. Purpurrot. Schwarz. Weiss. Adam was a quick learner and an avid student, especially for one so young. It made Nikita’s heart grieve to see how quickly he responded to any kind of positive attention at all. It made her all the more determined to help Michael in his quest to get Adam away from this place.
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