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54|| Abbie 🧁

Abbie

"This is crazy, Nik. You can't possibly think me taking Hope and faking her death is the best solution. If our mother is truly after her, she'll find her easily." He shifted his weight, glaring at me. "If I thought we had any other choice, I'd try it, but we don't. Everyone needs to think our baby died." I bite the inside of my cheek, not sure how to argue this.

I can't take care of her. I have a life I want to get back to. I work at the hospital with demanding hours and I'm pretty careless when you think about it. If Stiles hasn't figured it out already, I'm sure he will, which will put him in danger if someone from my past finds me.

Now I'm expected to protect Hope and myself?! On top of that, I also have to give up my powers. ALL OF THEM! I won't have any of my supernatural abilities. Hearing, speed, healing, magic.. nothing! I'll be a freaking sitting duck with a newborn.

"I can't, Nik! Maybe if I was able to keep my powers but without them, we're both in danger."

"Then have someone go with you. Might I suggest taking Avery off my hands." My eyes narrow and start to glow. I've had enough of Avery and her stalking around this house. MY family's house. Even after my warning, Elijah practically forbade her to leave. Of course she listened to him. Because of that, she took a nice vervain shower this morning.

"No. I'd rather hand myself over to our mother." I hissed. In no scenario am I taking Avery with me. I'd kill her during Hope's nap time, then have to hide a body, just to come in and change a nappy. Not my idea of a relaxing afternoon.

"Then figure it out, Abbie Kate." He barks, before taking a deep breath, his face softening. "I need you to do this. If not for me, then for Hayley and Hope. I need you to take her and protect her until it's safe to bring her home. You have a life out in California, take her there and I'll make sure to eliminate any threats to her, so she can come home."

My jaw tightens and I want to scream at him for being unfair and inconsiderate. I know about my life in California. I've been dying to get back to it. So when he told me I could leave this morning, I all but ran out of the house to leave. Then he hits me with this and I hate myself for believing he would let me leave without strapping on some conditions.

"Just until it's safe for her to come home. After that, I'll leave you to do as you wish. I'm sure you'll have no trouble leaving us again." He smiles, handing me Hope.

That was the last thing he said to me before I put Hope in the car and drove to the airport and boarded a flight back to Beacon Hills. The entire time, I replayed what he said. Something about it didn't sit right, but anytime I thought I figured him out, Hope would start to get fussy.

Let my new title of nanny begin. I'm not sure how all of this is going to play out or how long it'll last, but I think I've gotten a pretty good start on it.

"So you know where her bottles are and her formula is right here." I point to the cans on the counter in the kitchen. "You have my number, the hospital's number and I made sure Melissa has your number and to let me know if you call or text. You have both our pager numbers and you know how to get to the hospital. Noah Stilinski is Sheriff, so he knows to call me and come here right away if you call. I feel like I'm forgetting something." I rake my fingers through my hair, running over the list in my head.

Stefan grabs my wrist, pulling it away. "We'll be fine, Abs. I'll call every number, that is in my phone, hanging on the fridge and in her diaper bag, if I have to. Now go to work. Have a great first day." He smiles, shoving me out the door, passing me my book bag and lunch bag, as he holds Hope, shutting the door in my face.