Abbie
The smell of bacon and butter filled the air of the Italian villa, making me roll over and realize I was alone in bed. After making this discovery, I flung the covers back, rushing down the freshly polished wooden staircase. Walking into the kitchen, only to see my boyfriend of 6 months cooking breakfast, shirtless, while humming to the soft music that played throughout the room.
"Good morning babe." I spoke, wrapping my arms around his waist, laying my head against his back. He broke my grasp to turn around and lift my chin up, pressing a kiss to my lips. "Good morning baby." He pressed another kiss to my lips, before pulling away and looking at me. "Hungry?" He asked. I quickly nod, my stomach growling at the mention of food. He squeezed my butt, before releasing it and stepping back.
"Go sit, I'll bring it to you." He motioned towards the balcony. Once seated, he joined me a few short minutes later with 2 plates filled with a stack of pancakes and a bowl of fruit to share. "Have you decided whether you're going to the ball or not?" He asked, getting a quick shrug in response.
"Rebekah's been blowing up my phone wanting to know if I'm coming or not, Kol is threatening to show up and drag me to it. I just don't know if I want to go back right now. Klaus made it clear that if I insisted on being on my way, then I need to learn my lesson. I feel like if I went back, he would take it as a sign of defeat."
"Does he know Elijah sends you money every month?"
"No, because if he did, he would've made me come home months ago." He shook his head before looking up at me. "I think you should go back and show him how you're doing better without him. We've all been under Klaus' thumb before, sometimes it takes you getting away from him to see that the world doesn't revolve around him." You knew it was the truth, but hearing those words leave his mouth stung a bit. On the other hand, if anyone in this world knew what it was like to live under Klaus, it was Lucien.
"I guess you're right. Will you be okay here by yourself for a couple of days?" I laughed, knowing he was perfectly capable of doing so. He was 950 years old himself, he was nearly capable of taking down anyone who would pose a threat. "I think I'll survive." He laughed back, as a comfortable silence washed over us, as we finished our breakfast.
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