SPECIAL EPISODE "WHERE EVERYTHING'S NOTHING WITHOUT YOU"
▫️▫️...June, 1992...▫️▫️
When they regained their consciousness back, it's already night, inside the Gilbert's living room.
From the toys around the place and the pictures, it's clear that Rosalind is still a little girl, just like Elena and Jeremy aren't on the picture yet.
Yet...
"What..." Elena frowned, looking around her surroundings.
"What are we doing here?" Caroline asks "in your house...?" she looks at Elena and Jeremy.
"In what year are we exactly?" Marcel asks.
"1992" Theodore answers, throwing a newspaper at him, with a specific date on it.
June 22nd of 1992.
"June 22nd of 1992" Marcel reads it out loud "why?"
Elena gasps, covering her mouth.
"It's...it's my birthday" she whispers "the day I was born and...and..."
"The day your father helped your biological mother to give birth to you" Damon completes. It's a long, long story.
It feels like yesterday when Elena found out about being adopted. Freaked out and called Rosalind in the middle of the night to question about it.
"Why? Why are we seeing this?" Elena turns towards the twins, Freya and even Davina. Someone who could give her an answer.
"We are rummaging through memories, moments that led Mom to be what she is right now" Theodore explains "moments that led to our existence" he gestures between him and Hope.
They nod in agreement.
Before any of them could question further, they see a 28 year old Grayson opening the front door, giving space to another person join him.
A sixteen year old Isobel Flemming, carrying her new born baby girl, all bundled up in blankets.
"Come on in!" Grayson gestures for her to enter the house "my wife is probably tucking our daughter to bed"
From upstairs they hear little footsteps running towards the stairs, followed by a little soft and very awakened voice.
"DADDY!" a three year old Rosalind starts running downstairs, as faster as her little legs allowed her to.
"ROSALIND!" Miranda runs after her daughter, the one who should be very asleep already.
They all gasped seeing the little bubbly girl running downstairs, wearing pink pajamas, holding a little plush in hands.
A wolf plush.
Blame her, but when Grayson took her to the toy store, she didn't want anything but that specific plush.
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