She was sitting in a field, eyes closed, meditating. She could hear a figure behind her making his way towards her. He sat down behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, cradling her as if to keep her from danger. She felt safe there, she felt at home, she felt love.
"Is my witch happy with her new home?" he asked. She turned around to face him.
Before she could speak she heard laughter coming from the bushes. It was the laughter of children. Specifically a little girl and a little boy, the boy was a little older. The boy had light caramel skin like her own, but the blue eyes of his father. He was young, but had a defined jaw that would only be more profound as he grew. His eyes looked like they held so much wisdom and protectiveness. His hair was the color of raven feathers and appeared to have been kissed by the night.
The girl on the other hand had a lighter more olive skin tone. She had hazel eyes like her own that held a bit of naivety. These eyes wanted to see the world around her, but had no idea of the dangers it held. She had curly brown hair that glowed as though it had been kissed by the sun. She looked so much like her mother with soft features and a delicate face. She was a stark contrast to the hardness of her brother.
"Joseph take you sister into the house and get ready for dinner," their father called.
"Yes papa," he replied. "Come one Shelly, mommy made your favorite today."
The little girl turned to face Bonnie giving her a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug around the neck, "Thank you mama," she said.
"Your welcome Shelly now go hurry so we can eat," she told her daughter returning the kiss and hug that had been given to her. "And what about you Joseph? I know your getting older, but can your mother still have a hug?"
The boy knelt down and kissed his mother on the cheek, hugging her with all his might.
"Thank you, now take your sister and go wash up."
"Yes mommy."
He grabbed her hand and led his sister into the house behind them. He was protective of her. A trait he got from his father no doubt.
"So my witch you never answered my question, are you happy?"
Just then Bonnie awoke from her dream. Just like in the field she was cradled in his arm, but this time there were no children, just them in her childhood bed. She looked up to see him looking at her with the most sincere eyes she had ever seen. She knew what he was asking of her, if she would be happy in a life with him. If she could accept that her dream might not come true. That Joseph and Shelly might forever be a fantasy in their mind. She knew her answer. She had never told him, but she knew now how she felt and what she wanted her future to be. She wanted Joseph and Shelly, but not if they were not his. Not if they didn't have his blue eyes and raven black hair or his wonder for the world around him. She wanted them to have a part of him, more specifically half. So her answer was final. It would never change.
"Yes Damon, I am happy. And that will always remain the same."
Hey guys so I realize that I haven't worked on any stories for about a month and just wanted to give you a little Bamon fluff until I finish the next chapter of "A Witch's Second Life" (which should be up by tonight).
Thanks so much for reading and as always please review. :)