𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐄.𝐌

17. Fête des Bénêdictions

"what is all this?" asked Elijah entering the dining area of the compound. He looked amused and slightly surprised by the scene.

Maeve smiled back at him affectionately. She set the plate on the table and turned to him.

"I thought I'd do something. So..." she spread open her arms and gestured to the table. On the table she set it up decoratively. Two plates, and three large plates with covers on top of them. Two Victorian style cups were set next to the plates. A jug was set in the centre of the three plates.

"What brought this on?" he asked her, as he walked closer to the table.

"Just because." Elijah looked at her suggestively making Maeve recoil immediately.

"Fine. It's a date." she admitted to him. "Don't say anything. I kicked Nik out and Kol already stayed out somewhere. It's just the two of us for the time being."

He closed the gap between them. "I love this." he placed a kiss on her lips. Both smiled into the kiss.

Maeve hummed still smiling even after pulling away from the kiss. Elijah walked around the table and pulled up the chair at the head of the table. "Please." he gestured at Maeve to take a seat.

She graciously smiled and settled into the chair. Elijah took the chair next to her. "What did you get us for lunch?"

Maeve feigned offence at his choice of words. "Get? I made this breakfast." Elijah gave her a look of surprise with a bemused soft smile.

"Honestly Elijah your lack of faith is hurting me."

"Oh how will I ever heal that wound?" he satirized opening the lids over the plates one after another. Croissants, Bacon and pancakes were Maeve's choice for breakfast.

Maeve kicked his foot under the table as harshly as she could. "Sorry." he quickly muttered. "Please."

Both began to eat breakfast, enjoying the perfectly cooked meal prepared by Maeve. She hummed before she began to talk, "last night was a bust."

"Not completely. You seem to have earned some cash." Elijah gave her a flat look to which she only beamed.

"Will you two ever stop acting like children?"

"Let's see..." she acted thoughtfully, "no." Maeve took a mouthful of a bite of her croissant and hid her smile.

Elijah rolled his eyes but shook his head with a smile.

Both were pretty deep into their own bubble unbothered by the world. If only it could have lasted for long.

"Elijah." someone called him from the door. Genevieve stood there by the door eyeing Elijah like a piece of meat on sale.

"Genevieve?" Maeve bitterly said the woman' name. The red haired resurrected witch only offered he ra disdainful smile and decided to interrupt their time by strutting in casually.

"Elijah, I was wondering if we could talk." Maeve gripped the fork in hand tightly, as she glared at the witch.

"Please he's got me. Prostitute yourself somewhere else."

Genevieve turned her head casually to her ── scanned her completely and returned again to Elijah. "I have a request."

Elijah looked over at Maeve for a moment before he pushed his chair backward and turned to the uninvited witch.

"I'm told our coven hasn't been able to celebrate feast days in the open since Marcel restricted the use of magic. Now with the new peace, I'd like that to change." Genevieve answered turning around to face Elijah.