These are mostly random ramblings floating around in my head. They aren't beta-ed so anything you find is my fault. (Apologies.) The chapters do not follow chronological order as they are duh random. Standard disclaimers apply.
Also, this is my first story EVER, so please go easy on me. Don't forget to leave your reviews!
She continues to dry her hair as the steam from the shower diffuses across the rest of the room. The old battered clock by the door tells her she's spent more time in the bathroom than she intended to.
As she makes her way into the closet, she smiles at the sleeping form at the bed.
She's done the laundry, sorted the bills, checked her emails, and read some. She heard the oven's signaling ring as she was conditioning her hair in the shower earlier.
She loves how she can go around and do her thing without him, but still with him. She likes the fact that she's allowed to do whatever she wants to do alone, but that she doesn't have to. In fact, she doesn't want to.
It's a game they're playing, except he has no idea he's in it, too.
She's half dressed when she makes her way to the bed and picks up the book by the table. She can't resist being this close to him and not touch him so she gives in,kissing his temple. She's pulled into the bed by gentle arms and he tucks his head into her neck, nodding into the little space she's reserved just for him. It almost makes her want to stay in bed.
Against her better judgment, and with adorable disagreeing moans from Stefan, she gets up and goes about preparing their breakfast.
She's laid the crossword puzzle on the marble island and has the coffee maker churning as she makes her way up the stairs several minutes later.
He's half asleep as she opens the windows and she laughs as he covers his face from the morning sun.
Caroline attacks his face with kisses and holds her forehead against his. "Good morning, sleepyhead."
He gives her a long, deep kiss. "How long have you been up?"
She laughs heartily and pecks him one last time before she pulls him up. "Longer than you'd be happy to know."
He unwillingly gets out of bed, eyes half closed. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
She smiles into his arms. "What? Watching you drool over the bed? If you must know, I missed you a little."
She turns around so he's hugging him from behind and he once again claims the space where her neck and shoulders meet. "Excuse me," he says with a mocking tone. "I'm sure I'm quite adorable even when I drool. And for the record, there is no proof of this alleged drooling."
Her laugh resounds across the apartment as they make their way downstairs and into the kitchen. He smiles against her neck as he notices the breakfast she's prepared for them. She untangles herself from him and pours him coffee and then sets the two mugs on the kitchen counter.
Before long his lips are on hers for what feels like an eternity but it's not quite enough.
"Have I told you yet today?," he says as they pull apart, still in each other's arms.
"Not yet," she replies as she gently rubs her thumbs against his cheeks, meeting his green eyes.
He brings her ears to his lips whispering "You are the love of my life, Caroline Forbes."
She's memorized this line from the first time he said it in that dark alleyway in Georgia. She's memorized the way it rolls of off his tongue like his lips were meant to repeat it a million times over.
After she'd gotten over the shock and the excitement and the "FINALLY" feeling of hearing it for the first time, she smiled and he swore he's never seen anything more beautiful.
She used to love the feeling of being called the love of someone's life. (She still does.)
But she's also noticed how he says her name. Like a prayer. Like a promise.
And she has no doubt in the world that he'll keep it.