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❝ you are the least interesting person to look at. ❞
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KLAUS USED TO BELIEVE THAT HE HAD TO BE PERFECT IN ORDER TO BE LOVED. That he had to be better than human. Not flawed. It's a form of arrogance, really. He had a notion that he could be perfect and gain the love and respect that he craved. He believed that if he just tried a little harder, he could shake off the demons that tapped his shoulder; if he talked a little louder, he could drown out the sound of the whispering secrets; if he ran a little faster, he would be a blur and then no one could see the ragtag mess he was. But she saw. She always saw. And then she would kiss him better.
"You're up early," Enola yawned. "After the night we had, I expected you to sleep in."
"Yes, well, morning sun offers the best light." Klaus hummed, glancing up from the canvas he had set up in the middle of their shared room. "Hold still. I'm almost finished."
Enola didn't plan on holding still. She stood up with the silk sheets still wrapped around her naked form. She took a few teasing steps forward before dropping the sheets to the ground. She was proud to say that the baby bump didn't make her any less attractive to Klaus. If anything, it made him all the more crazy about her. Just knowing that she was carrying a part of him wherever she went.
"Like what you see?" Enola smirked.
"That's not very modest of you," Klaus teased.
"A woman doesn't have to be modest to be respected," Enola grinned, eyes falling to the canvas. "Well, are you going to show me?"
"The painting is a gift," Klaus confessed.
"What's the occasion?" Enola quirked a brow.
"My love for you," Klaus answered smugly.
"Who knew Klaus Mikaelson, the great evil, was such a romantic?" Enola laughed.
"Shh. You can't tell anyone." Klaus smiled, wrapping Enola in a tight embrace.
"My lips are sealed," Enola hummed.
Klaus kissed Enola softly. He lifted her off the ground with her bare legs automatically wrapping around his waist. But before things could progress the sound of a drill whittling met their ears. He groaned as he laid her back down on the bed. With one last kiss, he stepped out onto the balcony that overlooked the courtyard. To find a construction crew working as Elijah stood nearby with Genevieve.
