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❝ i think it is a girl. ❞
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KLAUS HAS WAITED A LONG TIME TO BE LOVED BY SOMEONE LIKE ENOLA. To be seen for what's on the inside. To be held, softly, gently, in arms that aren't so weak that they will drop her heart and break it. To be loved, in ways he had never thought possible. He has waited his whole life for someone who understands. not just his pain, but the consequences of that pain, the tiny triggers and moments of darkness, the emotional turmoil when the sentence I'm not okay starts thundering at the back of his mind again.
You see, when you've experienced nothing but pain from those you've loved your entire life, it becomes difficult to unlearn everything. It becomes difficult to start adopting positive ideas about love. It becomes difficult to believe that love can be healthy, that love can be good for you. When you carry the kind of trauma that he carried on his back, you're scared that you won't be seen as enough. You're scared that the other person will always see your darkness before they see you. The other person will always see your scars. The other person will see the flaws that you've tried to keep hidden for so long.
He took too long to understand love—he took too long to let it inside his anxious heart—because he was taught that love breaks in and takes all that is yours. He didn't know that love knocks on the door. He didn't know that love patiently waits outside and only comes in when you let it. He never thought that he was worthy of being loved because he was always taught that you needed to be perfect to be loved, because he was always taught that love only takes and takes and never gives. But he was wrong. Especially when it came to her. Which is why they were going to take their relationship slow.
"I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me," Rebekah scowled, storming into the study with Klaus following close behind. Enola sat with a sketchpad and pencil in hand while Hayley read some sort of journal. The setting in itself was very domestic. "You know how much I love to set things on fire."
"Was I supposed to leave them in the front yard to rot?" Klaus scoffed in disbelief. "Besides, they were my responsibility. They attacked the helpless pregnant doppelgänger who's carrying my child."
"Oh, I am so moved by your newfound sense of fatherly duty towards the doppelgänger carrying your hybrid bun in her oven." Rebekah rolled her eyes.
"The doppelgänger would like to know what the plan is," Enola drawled.
"Well, that depends what plan you mean, love—my plan for global domination or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel, cruel world." Klaus teased.
Rebekah scowled in annoyance, pulling the pencil away from Enola before launching it across the room at Klaus. He was able to catch it with ease, sending his sister a cocky smile as he glided across the room before taking a seat on the arm of the chair Enola had been occupying. He handed the pencil back to her before pressing a soft kiss to her temple that she immediately melted into.
