Splitting Our Odds Into Evens

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It was a sunny afternoon. Trees were swaying as leaves were rustling. The waves came crashing gently. The muffled talking from guests were heard by the couple on the altar. Phones were in the air as people took pictures and videos.

"Kol, do you take Bonnie Bennett to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?" The priest asked, holding a bible in his hand.

"I do," Kol said as he held Bonnie's hands.

"Bonnie, do you take Kol Mikaelson to be your husband? Do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and to honor him all the days of your life?"

Bonnie froze. "Kol...I..."

"What's wrong?" Kol asked.

"Kol," Bonnie called, staring deep into his eyes.

Kol leaned into her ear, speaking loud enough for only her to hear, "I get you're nervous, but all you have to say is: I do."

Suddenly, everything around him began to vanish: the guests, the priest, and his soon-to-be wife. His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as he tried to piece together what was happening around him.

"Kol Erik Mikaelson!" Bonnie exclaimed, waving her hand over his face. "Wake up!"

Kol opened his eyes, rubbing them to remove the blur that overtook his vision. He groaned and threw his palms over his face in annoyance. "It was just a dream?" He said to himself.

"Kol!" Bonnie exclaimed for the second time, a toothpaste tube held in her hand.

Kol sat up on the bed. "Why are you shouting my name so early in the morning?"

"Because I came up here to brush my teeth for the second time today after eating breakfast. And what's the first thing I see as soon as I enter the bathroom? The cap off the toothpaste," she said, the toothpaste held in her hand so tight that it began to run out of the tube.

"Is it that big of a deal that you had to wake me up for it?" Kol asked as he walked past his girlfriend and to the bathroom.

"Yes, it is a big deal," Bonnie said. "That's one of my biggest pet peeves. You know it! It'll dry out. Then, it'll be a waste."

Kol took the toothpaste out of Bonnie's hand and slid the cap back on the lid. "Easy," he said. "Your shouting was unnecessary."

Bonnie threw a palm to her forehead and sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just this whole thing with finding Freya has me losing my mind."

Kol placed his two hands on her shoulders to comfort her. "I get it," he said.

"We've been searching for her like maniacs. I've done several location spells within the past two days, still nothing! So when each hour goes by and there are no clues that'll bring us closer to finding her? Only time will tell when I'll explode," Bonnie said.

"Forget yesterday and the day before. Today is a new day. Therefore, there are new things ahead of us. Who knows? Maybe one of them can be a step closer to finding Freya," Kol reassured her.

He understood the pressure she was under because she was the witch of the group. When she lived in Mystic Falls, her friends would expect her to swoop in and save the day all the time. But the Mikaelsons weren't like that. They knew that Bonnie was solely one person. There was a limit to the things she could do. When there was a crisis, it wasn't just her problem. To the Mikaelsons, it was their problem as well.