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"MIGHT I SUGGEST AN ENTIRE GALLON NEXT TIME? Or better yet, an entire ice cream store?"
Rory looked away from the tv to find the Original Hybrid himself standing at the threshold of her bedroom, an eyebrow raised as he stared at her judgingly. A spoon hung out of her mouth, a book in one hand she stopped reading ages ago, an empty pint of ice cream carton in her other hand, she looked every bit the bored, housebound, secret baby mama that she was.
"Can I help you?" she asked annoyedly.
"It's not really healthy to eat ice cream for breakfast," Klaus raised his brow. "There's a fully stocked kitchen below, you know."
She eyed him nastily, sitting cross legged on the end of her bed. "Have you taken the town back yet?" His glare didn't faze her. "No? Let me and my pint of fudge chocolate sprinkle cake live while we can," she replied, unnecessarily sassy.
She didn't mean to be so defensive, but if it wasn't obvious, she was very fed up with being housebound and nearly four months pregnant. It had been a month since the witches had tried to kill her and her baby, and Rory was miraculously still living.
"Down, kitty," Klaus said with a dimpled smirk. "Since you've made your ire with my endeavors to take my city back very clear, and I struggle to comprehend your inability to stay inside the house, I've come to offer you a peace offering."
"I don't make deals with devils," Rory cut back. She glanced at her watch, "Especially not at 7am. Come back in an hour." She had become quite the early riser in the last few weeks, about the same time she became best friends with the toilet. It wasn't unusual to find Rory up at odd hours of the day and then napping amidst the others.
"Humor me." He walked into the room further, offering her his hand. His smile was polite but his eyes told her it was a nonnegotiable sort of thing, so with a overly dramatic sigh, she set aside her things.
"Better make it quick, I have an entire season of Drag Race to catch up on," she muttered as she grabbed his hand to get up from bed.
Klaus rolled his eyes as he led them out of the room. The house was quiet, only the ancient creaking and whistles of the three-hundred year old mansion to be heard with the rest of the occupants either asleep or out.
"Tell me not another assassinating doctor is waiting in the other room?" Rory drawled, her arms crossed over her chest. "Or worse, I'll have to walk down the stairs?"
He shot her a dirty look as they turned down another hall, away from the staircase. "You're not very patient, are you?"
She shrugged, "I am not about to walk down three flights of stairs this early in the morning." Her vague boredom faded as she realized where they were heading. As long as Rory has had to explore the mansion, she never went down the east wing. Probably because it had to do with it being Klaus' personal quarters and she refused to delve into such a dangerous realm, but she wondered what he had to show her.
