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93|| Abbie 🧁

Abbie
3 months later
Beacon Hills, California

"Okay, I've left her bottles, formula and snacks on the counter. Everything else you should need, besides clothes, are in the living room. Help yourself to whatever is here and call me if you need me." Stacy, my new babysitter, nods along, following me over to the door.

"I hate to rush out, but I'm running late. You have my number, Derek's, the hospitals, along with Melissa and Noah's. Please don't hesitate to call for anything. I'd rather you play it safe, rather than sorry."

"No worries, Mrs. Hale. We have everything handled." She bounces Haidyn on her hip, as I freeze. Slowly turning back to her, I plaster on my most genuine fake smile. "Just Abbie. Thank you for doing this." She waves me off, well, she waves Haidyn's hand, while Haidyn fights her for control, trying to shove her fist back into her mouth.

It's the cutest thing ever and I wish I didn't have to go back to work. Technically I don't, but Melissa has been begging me since I've been back and I couldn't help but miss being there.

I took an overwhelming amount of pictures of Haidyn these last couple of days, hoping they'll be enough to get me through my shift. I also have Rebekah and Freya on strict orders to send me pictures of Hope, updating me on every moment of her life.

Excessive? Yes, but I miss her like crazy and I'm convinced Haidyn loves seeing the daily pictures and FaceTime with her cousin.

Moving back to Beacon Hills was pure torture. The girls hadn't spent a single night apart in the three months since Haidyn had been born and now they're on opposite sides of the country. Talk about holy terror. I had to push my start date back by two weeks, because Haidyn refused to sleep.

Klaus and I spent most of our nights FaceTiming so the girls could see each other and eventually fall asleep. Obviously it wasn't the same and it led to me co-sleeping with her, but anything to get some sleep, right?

I've considered offering to move Melissa, Noah and the boys to New Orleans, but since they're only sophomores and really want to graduate here, I'll have to find another solution to the girls' separation anxiety.

I did also consider moving back and coming back to visit, but after Derek told me he was going back to California, I didn't have much of a decision.

It was either move back with him, share custody and work at the hospital to keep busy on the days he has her.. or I stay in New Orleans, not work and fly back and forth with her, and sit at home bored. It was a lose-lose either way.

Pulling up to the diner and cutting off the car, I look around for the boys and shake my head when I don't see them. Of course they're late.

Digging out my phone, I click on Davina's name and scroll through the dozens of text I've sent her and got no response to.

No. That's a lie. She did reply once, it was about a week after things calmed down and she replied with a very long, filled with colorful words and ending it with a 'screw you'. I was hurt by the response, but not surprised.

I hurt her and I'll never forgive myself for it. She trusted me and went out of her way to help me and protect the girls. The least I deserve is a few hurtful words and the silent treatment.

Clicking the message box, I type yet another message that I know will get ignored, but like always, I refuse to let her think I've given up.

Abbie
I'm coming back next month for Hope's first birthday. I'm sure Rebekah has made sure to extend an invitation to you. If you're up for a meeting, let me know when and where. I finally found what I was looking for to help bring Kol back. If you prefer, I can give you everything and leave you to it, I just wanted you to know I didn't give up and plan to keep my promise.