Danielle Rodriguez has spent the last three weeks in Spain with her girlfriends, living wild and free like a normal nineteen year old on holiday break from college. When she left her boyfriend, Klaus Mikaelson, things were looking up for them in the...
Last night was another full moon. Elijah and I took Hope to see Hayley of course. Hope fell asleep soon after Hayley's arrival. It was a shame but I was afraid Klaus was right, after the full moon her sleep routine was ruined. Last month it took her two weeks before she went a single night sleeping all the way through. And then two weeks later, here we were keeping her up till the wee hours of the day. Klaus and I cut her nap short in hopes after seeing Hayley she would so tired she'd sleep all morning to make up for it. She did not.
Hope was restless after we got in at 6AM. Every other hour if not every hour she was crying. It was verging dinner time and I was afraid in the last 12 hours she's gotten only a handful of sleep. Klaus was beyond irritated, threatening to not let her go next month. Not that I worried about it. I'd take her regardless. It was her mother, it would be cruel not to.
Speaking of Hayley, we bonded all last night. Jackson even joined us. Elijah left us alone for the most part. I told my friends about my spring break week in Daytona only two weeks ago. I showed them all the pictures and videos. From late karaoke nights to hungover on a boat days trying not get seasick.
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It felt good to spend that time with Hayley and Jackson. Hope sleeping in her mothers arms. For a few short hours all felt right in the world. It was just three friends, co-parents having a calm night.
But now it's back to reality. Next week is finals week, exams to take and projects to turn in. One of my fashion projects was to create an outfit. We got to work with a seamstress, but we designed and had to partake in creating it. I was nearly done. I had until Wednesday to present. As in wear it and model. I had to then tell my class what it was made out of, how long it took to create, and what my inspiration for the look was. Along with answer any questions on my presentation.
It was the most nerve wracking thing, but also very exciting. I had come with an idea. Something boho, perfectly my style. Chic Gypsy. It was red, the color of romance. A shoulder less crop top and long to the floor skirt. Both with a simple floral design I did myself. I needed to work on my drawing. I was not naturally talented. Klaus offered to do the work for me but I figured cheating wasn't a good idea. I wanted to earn a good grade for my work. It was the first test of my major, and I wanted to see the end result. I was finally starting to feel like this was the perfect thing for me. I maybe would have my dream job be a designer or some sort in the fashion world.
Anyways, that's what I have going on. Studying. My boyfriend on the other hand, I got him a therapist. A real, licensed, full time, male therapist with appropriate office hours and boundaries. His name was Dr. Jacobson. He was an older man who Klaus seemed fond of. He started two weeks ago when I returned from Florida. Once a week. And now he goes every other day. It was incredible and Klaus seemed lighter. He was more affectionate these days. That may have to do with the lack of city drama.
