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𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗜𝗜. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
❛𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒❜
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Klaus stared down at the baby in his arms as he was seated in Hope’s nursery. A smile played on his lips as the baby babbled away in his arms. This small human was Klaus’ world and he'd die before he let anything ever happen to her. “What better life might have awaited you, were another man your father? All those who have loved me, have lived to regret it. But I do know this, my littlest wolf, I will do right by you,” Klaus told his daughter.
Elijah approached Klaus from behind but Klaus didn't even look at him. ‘What do you want, Elijah?” Klaus asked his brother.
“I'm not foolish enough to ask your forgiveness, so I'll say it again... I had no choice. We protect this family at any cost,” Elijah told him, and Klaus rolled his eyes. “You think I'm not aware how heavy that burden is?”
“No, I think that this time...that burden is simply too much to bear.”
Klaus had no words as Elijah left the room. He knew about the immense guilt Elijah held on his shoulders after what he had done to Marcel but he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to look at his brother the same again.
Klaus stared at his daughter when he heard his fiancé in the bathroom in their room. He frowned, looking over to the door to see Milana now going to sit on the bed, head in her hands. Klaus looked back at Hope before he put her in her playpen.
He stood up and walked in to their room. Klaus stopped beside the woman, “Are you alright, love?”
Milana shook her head, holding her hand up to him. “I am fine. I'm just. . .” She immediately jumped up and ram to the bathroom. He followed her to see the woman now over the toilet, vomiting. She choked as she puked all the contents from her stomach.
Klaus cringed, and he entered the room just as she flushed the toilet. She wiped her mouth before she rinsed her mouth and brushed her teeth. “Fuck. . .”
“What is the matter, love?” he questioned, and the woman shook her head. “I knew that chicken from last night was raw. I'm sick because of food poisoning.”
Last night, Milana was craving chicken, so she decided to make some fried chicken for her and Klaus. It was a disaster since she could literally taste how raw the chicken really was. It had the right amount of seasoning but it was still way too raw.
