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"She's a whore." Anastázia attempted to soothe Michelle's hurting heart. Michelle was taken back home with Belle, Klaus apologized but needed to quickly leave to go take care of Aurora whom still had Rebekah hidden somewhere in the bottom of the ocean.
"He's just using her to get Rebekah and that prophecy. Honestly, I think all of that talk about a prophecy that is destined to end us all is bullshit." Anastázia grabbed a comb and began to detangle Michelle's hair.
Stas shook her head and rugged through Michelle's curls. "You know he's an idiot. He probably didn't think of telling you until after you found out. Plus, the bitch probably already knows that he was using her by now. So she's out of the picture now."
"Mhm." Michelle hummed, in an upset tone.
"Don't think that you're clean, Michelle. You're an idiot, too. You ran off without asking for help. You stole away my niece from me without telling me. And you went to a trashy motel, out of all places. That's— well you know how I feel about that sort of things." Anastázia gagged at the idea of Michelle and Belle staying in a cockroach infested motel. Michelle couldn't hold back her scoff. Despite all of Stas' efforts, she would always be spoiled and materialistic person; it was quite comedic to Michelle, and it gave her a warm sense of continuity.
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Elijah and Niklaus managed to retrieve Rebekah from the ocean within a few days. And fortunately, Rebekah made it back just in time for Christmas. It was her favorite holiday after all. Michelle still hadn't left her bedroom since she had gotten back from running away. Leaving Stas to take care of Belle. Stas carried the wiggling baby downstairs to go look at the Christmas decorations. "Look at the lights, Bells." Stas pointed to the Christmas lights.
Belle's eyes sparkled as she watched the twinkling lights in astonishment. "What have you dressed my child in?" Niklaus' voice rang out from across the home.
"It's cute." Stas waved him off, feeling a bit insulted.
"It's sparkly." Klaus groaned eyeing the bedazzled Santa onesie that Belle was wearing.
"Well, if your baby's mother would get out of bed and free me from playing nanny, Bells wouldn't be dressing her like this." Stas readjusted Belle on her hip and turned around to face Klaus.
"Give her some time." Klaus shook his head in a melancholic way.
"Oh I am. And she can have all the time she needs. Because I am enjoying taking a break from all of the chaos and killing this family participates in." Stas cheekily spoke, her face twisting up into a cheery smile. She was truly happy just caring for Belle, it was what she sought after for so long, after all... (to care for and have a child.)
