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❝ happy wife, happy life. ❞
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SOME THINGS DO NOT CHANGE EVEN WHEN YOU ASK POLITELY. Old habits do not die hard, they go into the backyard and lay down softly. Old habits have weak, stubborn bones that cannot live but refuse to die. Yes, this is still about the dog. Enola is driving down the dirt road talking about denying love. Then a year later, she does not want to stop the car as she passes by.
Enola had the same freckle resurface at the first sign of heat. She realized that last May her hair was nearly the same length it is now. Last summer she had just cut it, this summer she is growing it out. It all comes back in different ways, but it all does come back. Sometimes history repeats itself and sometimes the dog actually dies. She cannot get rid of herself, you know? There was chestnut brown hair on her pillow last year and guess what happened when she woke up today. Sometimes you say you will not get a sunburn the next time you go to the beach and now your legs have been on fire for two years. She is not done running. Her tired, scorched legs are already on their way to next May.
Some things change just enough to stay the same. Talk of reincarnation. Talk of the yellow lab leaving the black one behind. Talk of the old habit dying and things growing up around the grave. Talk of the midwest collapsing on itself. Talk of how Enola is no longer freshly sixteen. Some parts of the heart do not die, they just lay down on the dock where she has spent that one night in July. She is no longer that person. But that is just what happens when you grow up.
Kol was dead again, Rebekah was trapped in the body of an evil witch, Elijah was miserable because Hayley grew closer to Jackson by the day—but Klaus and Enola were on cloud nine. They spent the following week in the honeymoon phase. Though they were bound to be pulled out of it sooner or later. And it just so happened to be sooner rather than later. She stood in the doorway between the nursery and the bedroom with Hope bouncing on her hip as he stood in front of Hayley and Jackson tossing out orders like he was top dog around here.
"It is officially time to put our werewolf army to good use," Klaus announced. "Finn and the woman who calls herself my sister are in the city. The wolves can help us pinpoint their location."
"No," Jackson scoffed in disbelief. "We need all hands on deck here with Hope. You can compel humans to track your enemies."
"Do my ears deceive me or did you just give me an order in my own home?" Klaus glowered.
"This isn't about your ego, Klaus." Jackson scoffed, looking towards the baby. "It's about what is best for that little girl."
"How dare you question my intentions for my daughter?" Klaus growled.
