Hope For The Mikaelson's

Perfection Equals Seeing Dragons

Rebekah coddled a crying Hope. She was dressing her, which was proving to be harder than expected.

On the table laid a white onesie, a frilly pink skirt, pink socks, and

a pink headband.

Rebekah had managed to compel a group of workers to move in all of her furniture, except for Hope's. She wanted that to be real. She wanted to do the work, which was proving difficult now that she had to lay Hope on the couch instead of a changing table.

Rebekah managed to dress Hope and took a satisfying look in the mirror. She had matched Hope, wearing pink skinny jeans, a white frilly shirt, and pink wedges.

She glanced at the clock and noticing that it was 4:26, grabbed Hope's diaper bag, and headed out the door and across the street.

She could smell the burgers on the grill, and could see the smoke rising into the sky. Tuning her ears, she could hear the laughter of children, splashing of water in a pool, the women gossiping, and men boasting.

She smiled and went over her story one more time as Hope snuggled her tiny head against Rebekah's chest.

Rebekah rang the doorbell of her neighbors house patiently and a woman opened the door.

"Oh hi! You are the new addition from across the street right? I live in 352. Josh told me all about you. This must be your daughter! She is so cute! And so little! How old is she? Oh I am sorry, I am being rude, come in!" The woman said, her brown eyes shining and blonde hair bouncing.

"Uh, yeah. I am from across the street. This is Hope, she is 5 days old actually." Rebekah said flustered and chuckling awkwardly.

"Here, Josh is outback at the grill, you can join me and some other women with babies over there" She said leading Rebekah outside and pointing to a group of women in the corner sitting at a picnic table.

The woman walked to the table, and Rebekah looked around for the grill.

As she used her superb eyesight to find Josh, she felt a small tug at her shirt, and Rebekah quickly turned her head to see the culprit.

A small boy, maybe 4 or 5 years old, stood behind her. He was wearing blue swimming trunks, and his wet brown hair was sticking up in all different directions, dropping water droplets onto himself and the ground.

He looked up silently at Rebekah with blue doe eyes.

"Oh hello." Rebekah said with a motherly tone and a smile.

"Hi." The little boy said with an adorable country accent, smiling his toothy grin, missing a tooth in the very front.

"I am Rebekah. What's your name?" She said realizing how different she sounded to the rest of the people surrounding her. 

"Andrew. Why do you have a funny accent?" The little boy asked.

"Because I am from a land far far away, with castles and dragons." Rebekah said leaning down to Andrew.

"Are you a queen?" Andrew asked running a hand across his stomach.

"Nope. I am just a girl."

"Will she ever be a queen?" Andrew asked looking at Hope.

"Maybe. Everything is possible. Maybe you will be a king or a prince one day." Rebekah smiled.

"Maybe." A voice familiar to Rebekah said behind her.

Josh walked beside her and put his hands in the front pockets of his blue jeans.

"Or maybe he will be an astronaut!" Josh said picking up Andrew and whirling him in the air.