My Name is Nikita

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First off! I wanted to apologize for my severe disappearance! I'm still here, I just lost interest in writing, and couldn't get any idea's. But here I am, and here's a new part :) <3


I wake up to the beeping of a hospital heart monitor. I sigh, and roll onto my side, and feel around for my babies. The defined bump between my hips is still there, but bigger. I rub my hand over my belly as if comforting the two little beings inside me. I here someone come into the room, my mom. She freezes at the door and almost drops the hot coffee onto the clean white floor.

"... Ni-k-ttaa" she says in a shaky voice.

"Mom." I say bursting out in tears.

She runs over to me and cradles me, putting my head onto her chest.

"Mommy, I'm so sorry." I say feverishly.

"Oh baby. What are you sorry for?"

"You're missing work aren't you?" I say eyeing her pink and purple scrubs.

"No, Steve has been giving me breaks to come see you."

"Well, that's nice of him." I say smiling at her.

"Sure is." she says holding me tighter.

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Dr. Burke comes into my room, with a stethascope around his neck, with worry knotted into his forehead.

"How do you feel?" he questions me urgently.

"I feel fine. I want to go home, and I'm hungry, but fine."

"Your twins went through a great deal of stress. You had to have two blood transfusions, and reconstructive surgery on your forearm."

"Oh god." I look down and see my arm bandaged, in white gauze.

"Your attacker was found two hours later at a local coffee shop. He seemed to have no recollection of what happened. He is believed to be a paranoid schizophrenic, and is in the state mental health center."

I let out a small squeal through my lips, and shake my head.

"You've been out for a month and a half."

My lips part, but I don't say anything.

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I'm finally out of the hospital. I've been browsing baby clothes. Pink and blue because it's a boy and girl.

The woman at the front counter tells me congratulations and hands me the bag full of pink and blue shoes and onezies. I smile and walk away, I gently rub my tummy, and say to myself.

"I can't wait to meet you Oliver and Olivia."

I grin from ear to ear.





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