Splitting Our Odds Into Evens

Wildflower

"Does she like her tea with milk or creamer?" Abby asked, pacing around the kitchen as she set up snacks and tea.

Alexis, arms crossed over her belly, rolled her eyes. "I don't know, Mom. Just ask her when she gets here."

"Is she lactose intolerant?" Abby continued, worry creasing her brow. "I can't remember her being lactose intolerant. But I heard you can develop it over time."

"Don't tell me you put milk in the tea, Mom," Alexis groaned.

Abby stopped in her tracks, looking guilty. "Yeah, I did."

Alexis sighed and walked over to her mother. "Bonnie is upset with you, sure, but she's not gonna burn you alive or something. So, calm down, and just wait till she gets here. For the sake of you and this little bun I have in my oven," she finished, looking down at her belly.

Abby touched Alexis's belly, her face softening into a smile. "You're right. I'm sorry."

Meanwhile outside...

"You're going to be fine," Kol said to Bonnie, his hands on her shoulders for comfort. Bonnie's cheeks and nose were red from all the crying earlier, and her eyes were slightly puffy.

"I just can't believe that I'm going to see her. Or meet her. Sort of. Since I don't really remember her," Bonnie said.

"You don't really talk about her," Kol noted.

Bonnie shrugged, looking away. "What's to say? She left. Never wrote, never called. Not even when my Grams died."

"She's a horrible mother, I'll admit, but you just need to go in there and talk to her. It's a nice house."

Bonnie chuckled. "Yeah, in the middle of nowhere."

"You ready?" Kol asked.

"I guess so," Bonnie said. With that, Kol rang the doorbell.

Inside...

The bell rang and Abby quickly let go of Alexis's stomach. "That must be her." She hurried to the door.

Outside...

The door jolted open, revealing Abigail Bennett. Pale with long, kinky brunette locks, dark brown eyes, and a perked nose, she looked like an older, lighter version of Alexis. A carbon copy.

Bonnie pursed her lips. "Hi, Abby. It's me. Bonnie. Your daughter."

"Bonnie," Abby said with a forced smile, shooting a quick glare at Kol. The sight of a Mikaelson made her visibly uncomfortable. "Why don't you come in?"

Bonnie sipped her tea while Abby stood by the stove, making a grilled cheese. Seated at the table with Bonnie were Alexis and Kol. The room was silent, except for the sizzling of the cheese on the grill and the occasional chirping of birds. Despite those sounds, you could hear a pin drop. Literally.

Kol leaned in and whispered to Alexis, "Do you reckon they'll talk at all?"

"Yes, Kol, of course," Alexis replied lowly, avoiding eye contact with him so it wasn't obvious they were talking about them. But behind the rim of her glass, Bonnie glared at them like an eagle eyeing its prey. "One of them just has to initiate the conversation because this is getting awkward."

"It already is awkward," Kol said, looking around.

"Way too awkward. If I sit here any longer, I might just go into labor," Alexis seethed.

Kol chuckled, and Abby quickly turned her head to look at him. "What's so funny? I wanna laugh too," she said with that forced smile again.

Kol didn't need to hear her say it to know it. Abby didn't like Kol. She wanted him out. Old Kol, vampire Kol, could have done those scary vampire eyes to taunt her. Human Kol couldn't. And frankly, if he could, he wouldn't. He knew the Bennett witches had seen their fair share of vampires, even things scarier than vampires, so those kinds of things didn't scare them.