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Epilogue: Comets
The chants fall from Hope's lips, but nothing happens. The magic is absent from the vessel. The hollow stares at Bonnie and the fury flows through her bloodstream. She has never tasted such power, and she wants her body as a vessel. Her eyes roam around the room, and she discovers Klaus' desiccated body near Bonnie's unconscious one.
Inadu lifts Klaus by the collar, and she stares at his moving eyes. Her fingers tighten around his throat, and a small smirk spreads on her lips. The need for vengeance grows as she thinks about the hybrid's successful attempt to kill her.
"It was clever to sacrifice yourself, but here, we are," Her voice fills the quiet room, and she places her free hand on top of Klaus' heart.
Her smirk spreads and turns into a full malicious grin, which does not fit Hope's soft features. Her eyes darken as she vamps out, and she starts to push her fingers into Klaus' chest. She breaks the ribs, and her fingers close around Klaus' heart.
"I will kill you and take your precious witch," Inadu says as she breaks Klaus' ribs, and her fingers close around Klaus' heart.
With slight excitement and the taste of revenge on the tip of her tongue, she pulls her hand to drag Klaus' heart out of its bony shield. Although even with Hope's tribrid strength, she fails to move the organ.
Frustrated, she attempts again to excavate Klaus' heart from his chest. The result remains the same. She pulls out her hand from Klaus' chest, and she shoves it back with more violence. She attempts to pull on the bleeding organ, but Klaus' heart remains lodged in his chest.
Inadu inquisitively stares at Klaus, and she tastes the essence of Bonnie's magic as it wraps around her fingertips. She screams in pain as it latches on her skin, and she abruptly drags her hand out of the hybrid's chest. Inadu looks at her fingers as the regenerative ability of Hope's body heals them. Combust and burned skins regain their rosy taint, and the magic threatens Inadu's hand as it grazes Klaus' chest.
"Clever little witch," she says with growing interest in her tone, and she discards Klaus' body.
Inadu leans down, and she runs her bloody finger along Bonnie's jaws. Although at its lowest, she feels the magic, which floods Bonnie's bloodstream. She wants the Bennett witch as a vessel, but with Hope's body, she cannot achieve the transfer. Presently, the tribrid is nothing but a hybrid. Inadu will need a witch to do it.
She rises, and Hope's memories are slipping through the crevices of Inadu's weak mind control. The link between Klaus, Hope, and Bonnie becomes apparent.
"You might have a use, after all, hybrid," Inadu says as she returns her attention on Klaus.
She grabs the original hybrid by his shirt's collar, and she lifts him. Inadu glances another time at Bonnie, and she believes that the Bonnie will stop at nothing to rescue her loved one. If it is not to save this vessel, Bonnie will do it for Klaus. Inadu makes her exit with Klaus as a hostage.
The wedding in a small affair far from the lavish ceremony, which Klaus would have wanted to hold. Although what the function lacks, Bonnie's vintage dress from a stylist, which she does not remember the name, overcompensates.
The dress is Bonnie described through Klaus' enamoured glance. Puritan, elegant, and with a godly touch, and she loves it. Under the small drizzle, which soaks the flower embroidered tulle layered dress, Bonnie looks very much like the forest nymph, who he believes her to be.
The small droplets of a warm rain add to the heaviness of her French lace veil, and it takes away the secrecy of the bride identity. Klaus smiles and his thumb brushes the inner corner of Bonnie's palm.
"I love you," he enunciates through a small content breath, and his simple words narrates a tale of a love, which he ceased to wish for centuries ago.
She, Bonnie Bennett, maddens him, and she keeps him rooted to the core of his eternal life. She has stolen the right of life to keep Klaus in a perpetual state of astonishment. She is the element of surprise shaking a repetitive eternity. She is an oscillating moment of fear in a millennium of confidence, and the exhilarating first beat of life in time, which he claims to be too blasé to appreciate, and so he humbly sums his most noble of sentiments.
" I love you," Klaus repeats with a timidity, which doesn't befit is usual self, but nothing belongs more to the moment that the shy enamoured glances that Klaus steals from his gorgeous bride.
A bright smile crooks the cupid bow shape of her lips. Bonnie grabs his collar, and she interrupts his vow with a tender kiss. The protestations of the priest, who Klaus has compelled, fall in deaf ears. Sickness and health do not hold the same importance to the original hybrid and the last Bennett witch. Through wealth and poverty retain its triviality. Always and forever, they have vowed.
Death would not dare to do them apart, and Bonnie laughs through the kiss. He fills her lungs, and the need for him is a constant. The drizzle becomes a small rain. The flower in her hair fail to cling on her curling hair, and Klaus' fingers threaded in her hair pluck the flowers away. The grass stains the hem of her dress worse than the clay, which starts to form.
Bonnie cannot explain why Klaus fancied a grassland for a wedding's venue. Aside from the altar nicely placed, the place is rather pastoral. The sun randomly chooses to shine, but when it does, the gold leaves embroidered on Bonnie's veil reflect the golden lights on her hair and her glistening skin. She looks gorgeous and ethereal.
"I love you," Klaus finishes his vows, which Bonnie's kisses have disrupted.
There is a holy comfort that their relationship stands on consecrated vows, and so Bonnie allows the priest to say what millions of happy and unhappy lovers have heard before tying their lives and hearts to another being.
"Do you take Bonnie Bennett as your lawful wife to have and to hold," Bonnie interrupts the priest with her prompt agreement.
"Love, The groom has some say in the matter," Klaus teases her for answering at his place.
She heartily laughs, and the gleeful sound fills the place.
"Sorry," She apologetically says
"Do you take Bonnie Bennett as your lawful wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" The priest finishes with no interruption from Bonnie.
"Yes, I do," Klaus replies, and the tears start to pour on Bonnie's face.
The rain has already destroyed her glamorous makeup, and her tears only add to her beauty. Her smile does not waver, and her grip around Klaus' hand tightens. The ring, which Klaus took an eternity to conceive, fits Bonnie like a glove.
When she must say her vow, Bonnie is imperceptibly anxious. Never, a third party has witnessed their love. This moment is one, which she would like to remain theirs, but it is also one, which she would like to share with every willing soul.
"Hey, soon to be husband." Bonnie breathes the word, and she intertwines their fingers.
"Hello, wife," Klaus' smile is encouraging, and his dimples catch her attention.
She does what naturally comes to her when he smiles with his eyes and heart. Bonnie draws Klaus dimples. Bonnie's hand caresses Klaus' cold skin. The rain is no longer as warm as a minute ago, and the sun has taken leave. Although, Bonnie believes the sun did not appreciate to compete with Klaus' smile. She caresses his cheek, and she finds reassurance in his warmth.
"Soon-to-be-husband and to use those words in regard to Klaus Mikaelson is odd," Bonnie says, and Klaus kisses the inner corner of her palm, "but the title befits no one but you," She confesses with a timid smile.
"A comet, my comet or am I your comet?" Bonnie wipes the tears rolling on her wet cheeks, "A comet, my comet or am I your comet?" Bonnie wipes the tears rolling from her wet cheeks, "I know how you feel about comets, but they aren't as tragic as your tales portrays them. We all want to touch the sun, and they get to graze the sun," She continues, and many conversations, which they had, intimately link the words.
"I sometimes think that I am trying to catch the sun with my bare hands and be damned the consequences as long as I'm closer to you. You have such a hold on me, and I'm teaching myself how to love with that burning passion," Bonnie adds, and the words are harder to find, "I wrote you a letter, which the rain melted."
She fiercely protects her emotions, and a confession is always harder to do when the heart bleeds it. Klaus places another kiss on her palm, and Bonnie kisses their joined hands.
"Sometimes, you let go of things in order to live. You hold on your heart because it is a mosaic of shattered pieces poorly glued together. Therefore, you fiercely fights anyone coveting it, and I fought you the longest I could. Yet, you are one who likes to conquer. You will fight a mountain if it means winning what you want. I am merely a witch," she laughs as he cocks a teasing eyebrow.
"I don't regret losing my heart to you, and I don't regret choosing to be brave enough to graze the sun. I do not regret loving you, Klaus. I know the secrecy might have you believe that I drown in shame when I leave your bed, but I don't." Bonnie confidently states, and she once again kisses Klaus' hand.
"I cherish the moments, which I spend with you. I ferociously try to keep you to myself because the world claims whom I love. I lose whom I love, and I am not ready to lose you. I am afraid that if I have to share you with the world, I will lose against it. I love you, and once I come to term with your immortality, I will share with the world and accept to lose your attention for a second while you try to rule it." She manages to joke through her heartfelt confession.
"Until then I will guard your heart against any harm, and I will keep it as safe as you keep mine." Bonnie finishes, and she pulls out his sunlight ring, "So I never lose your heart or allow it to break," She quietly whispers her chants.
"Do you take, Niklaus Mikaelson…?" The priest says, and Bonnie's interruption does not come as a surprise.
"Yes," she closes her arm around Klaus' neck.
"As your lawful husband to have and to hold from this day forward," the priest continues to read the vow.
"I do," She rises on her toes, and her nose brushes his nose.
"For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" The priest finishes
"Yes to everything," Bonnie answers as she draws Klaus into a kiss.
"Klaus?" Bonnie mumbles as she regains consciousness.
Her entire body is weak, and her magic feels like a throbbing sensation. She looks around, and she is back into her bed.
"Klaus?" Bonnie calls for him louder, and her head is aching.
She has not had a magical hungover in years, and with the desiccation spell, she went overboard. Bonnie hears steps, and she assumes that Klaus heard her calling for him. She does not think her spell worked. Bonnie rubs her temples, and she ventures to stand from her bed.
"You can't," Caroline enters the room, and she stops Bonnie from standing, "I don't think you can handle gravity now," she carefully lays her back into the warm bedsheet.
"Here," Caroline grabs a cup, and she presses it in Bonnie's hand, "Freya made this for you," she says, and she waits for Bonnie to drink.
"Where is Klaus?" Bonnie decides to ignore Caroline.
In her rush to stand up, a part of the concoction in the cup pours on the bedsheet. Bonnie does not care, and she pushes away Caroline's hand when the vampire attempts to hold her upright.
"Bonnie, please." Caroline uses her calmer tone to appeal to Bonnie.
Bonnie stares at Caroline for a second and her memories start to unwire. The blurry images start to have a clear shape. She remembers Hope walking inside the room.
"Hope?" Bonnie starts to panic, and she manages to avoid Caroline's grip.
When her legs touch the parquet, Bonnie winces. Standing does not feel right, and the gravity strives to pull her down. Bonnie groans in pain, and she manages to make it to the door where she faces an obstacle, which she cannot move. Caroline blocks the exit of Bonnie's room.
"Caroline, move out of my way," Bonnie demands with frustration, "I need to check on Hope," she adds with determination.
"Bonnie, you need to rest," Caroline carefully approaches Bonnie.
"Hope?" Bonnie shouts, and she slowly becomes frantic, "Hope?" She calls with growing desperation, "Where is Klaus?" Bonnie abruptly changes her focus.
Her heart starts to gallop, and she cannot breathe. The fear starts to latch on her skin and penetrate her pore to mesh with her blood. Bonnie frantically looks around her, and she attempts to reconcile her last memory with this moment.
"Where is Klaus?" Bonnie asks Caroline, "Klaus?" She starts to sob, "Klaus?" She repeats with a voice, which fear renders weak.
"Bonnie, calm down," Caroline says, and her words add to Bonnie's anxiety.
"I saw Hope…" Bonnie shatters, and her head starts to spin, "I saw Hope…Hope…Ho," she cannot finish her sentence.
Bonnie loses her consciousness again, and fortunately, Caroline catches her before she hits the floor. She places Bonnie's back in the bed, and Caroline would like to have the answers to Bonnie's questions. Everyone is looking for the father and daughter duo.
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"Please, drink it, and we can have a conversation," Caroline says when Bonnie emerges from her slumber a few hours later.
Bonnie hesitates for a second, but she takes the cup, which Caroline hands to her. Bonnie's mind is sharper than it was hours ago. She is less frantic, but her anxiety has dug deep roots in her mind. Bonnie drinks the tea, which Freya made to help replenish her magic, and she silently waits for Caroline to confirm what she knows.
"Better?" Caroline asks, and Bonnie nods.
"The coma spell broke," Bonnie loudly expresses her thoughts.
"She is gone, and we can't find Klaus," Caroline adds, and she wraps her arms around a tetanized Bonnie.
"I desiccated Klaus, and …" Bonnie manages to say, and she stops to stare at the spot of the parquet where Klaus' desiccated body should lay.
Tears roll down Bonnie's cheeks, and Caroline tightens her hold.
"Oh my god," Bonnie's cry is hollow, and she has a glimpse of Inadu's hand sinking in Klaus' chest, "I desiccated Klaus, and Inadu, she attacked him." She fills her memory's gaps. "I desiccated him and no…no…no," Bonnie cries, and she breaks Caroline's embrace, "Klaus," Bonnie rises from the bed.
Her heart jolts, and her stomach sinks. Although, she has a better chance to withstand gravity. She frantically looks at the corner of her room, and she stares at the parquet. Her magic rises, but it is too weak to express the chaos in her mind.
"No… I can't lose him," Bonnie whispers, and her magic bubbles under her skin, "No…no…no," She cries.
Muscles harden, and her tears continue to fall. Her breaths quickly start to burn her lungs, and she suffocates. Shattered and wrecked, her heart slows its rhythm. Bonnie's skin starts to pale and her blood refuses to flow. The tears never cease to flow, and they drench her cheeks.
"No…no…no," Her cries escape her Lungs through violence, which shakes Bonnie's body, "I can't lose him…" Her sanity slowly slips through her fingers.
She sees herself doing anything to reverse the situation. Bonnie cries between panting breaths, and she cannot escape her pain. Caroline holds her, and she attempts to soothe the witch.
"Freya says that Klaus is alive," Caroline shares to calm Bonnie, "Klaus is fine." She insists.
"I desiccated him, and she had her hand in his chest. I could not protect him…I only wanted to protect him. I didn't want to lose him," Bonnie speaks for her own benefits, but Caroline listens to her.
"Bonnie, Klaus is alive. Freya can sense him, and you need to hold on that. Hope and Klaus need you." Caroline says what she believes to be the words required to ground Bonnie.
"They need me," Bonnie draws a deep breath, and she attempts to focus on that single thought, "They need me."
"Yes, they do." Caroline agrees, and she leads a numb Bonnie back to her bed.
Bonnie stands at the door and the whispers echo louder than they should. She draws a deep breath, and she does not know how many days have passed since her last loss of consciousness. Despite the fact that she does not feel as weak as the other days, Bonnie has not regained her ability. Through the years, she has learned that magical depletion takes long to heal. There is a jolt of magic below the surface, but she can do nothing.
Parlour tricks are all she has to save her family. Bonnie draws a deep breath, and she hesitantly steps in the room, where the Mikaelson siblings are holding the simulacra of a war council. When she enters the room, the conversation ends. Bonnie sighs, and she does not appreciate the looks, which paint her as a helpless victim.
"Miss Bennett," Elijah is the first to address Bonnie.
Freya is looking through a grimoire for a solution, which she does not expect to find, but she needs to busy her mind.
"Bonnie," she quietly corrects Elijah, "I haven't been a Miss since I was eighteen years old," Bonnie adds, and the idea that she is Klaus' wife has become a reality.
Her old memories have started to blend with the present ones. Bonnie picks one of the grimoires, which Freya only has to say that she has looked through every option.
" perhaps, you should rest, Bonnie," Elijah tastes her first name on his tongue, and he is slightly uncomfortable with the use of it, " the last hours have been of harsh violence to your person," he adds, and his look of concern falls on Bonnie.
The last hours, which feel like endless days, have virulently crushed her spirit. Although, exhaustion cannot be an excuse. Bonnie does not have the luxury to be tired.
"I wished that I could, but if I do, we are losing your brother and my daughter," Bonnie replies, and she closes the grimoire in her hands, "You were wondering why Inadu took Klaus. She must have witnessed my last attempt to save his life, and now, she expects me to give up everything to save him," she finishes, and her words barely hide the decision, which she made.
"Klaus wouldn't want that, Bonnie," Freya says, and she closes the grimoire in her hand.
"I know, but it doesn't matter anymore," Bonnie replies with determination, "Hope will cease to exist if the hollow stays longer in her. Without her magic, she does not hold the same value. Inadu craves power, and I have a lot of it. I also have a way to make sure that it is the last time that she takes possession of anybody." She finishes explaining.
Elijah does not hide his scepticism, and Freya does not want to hang on hope. Marcel enters the room, and he wears an expression of gravity.
"I assume the search of a solution on your side was unsuccessful," Bonnie knowingly says, "We can all waste our time and later regret it, or we can save Klaus and Hope," she finishes.
"What will that saving cost you," Elijah questions, and he dutifully attempts to stand as a voice for Klaus.
"A price, which I'm willing to pay" Bonnie vaguely replies, but the implications saturate the air.
"Love is such a tragedy," Qetsiyah laments as she answers Bonnie summoning.
"How do I do it?" Bonnie decides to disregard her statement.
Qetsiyah stares at Bonnie, and she weighs her words. She recognizes the determination, which burns deep in Bonnie.
"You truly love him, and that is sad," she says, and she sits by Bonnie's side, "There was a point when I wanted to live eternally for love, but I wouldn't have died for it," Qetsiyah comments.
"I truly love him, and it is comforting to feel it. Although, Hope is my priority. That is the type of love worth the pain." Bonnie reflects on Qetsiyah statement, "and so what is the spell, which would solve all my troubles."
"That spell doesn't exist." Qetsiyah answers, "You are going to need magical prowess. It is nothing, which you already haven't done." She continues to speak, "What do you know about the hollow?"
"What everyone else knows, she is behind the moonlight curse for the werewolves. She got her power from the elders of her tribe, and she craves power. It doesn't matter if she is a spirit, and she will find her way back." Bonnie brushes the topic, and she does not know why Qetsiyah wants to rehearse well-known facts.
"That is the thing, she is a spirit, and you're wasting your time trying to kill what is dead," Qetsiyah points out, "You only need to banish her. Imprison her will even be better. Unfortunately, you no longer have the strength to do such a big fit. I mean you can't do it with that specific type of magic, but," she allows her sentence to hang until Bonnie comes to the logical conclusion.
"Banish her to where? The other side no longer exists, and as much as I want, I can create a new dimension. It will take everything for me in this state," Bonnie replies, and a small smile dances on Qetsiyah's lips.
"And so I say love is the first step toward a tragedy." She laments with false sadness, "Even with expression, you will not be able to withstand creating the other side. You will need an anchor as the gatekeeper, or evil soul like Inadu finds a way to escape. I told you there was a way, but I didn't say it was one, which will be without sacrifice." Qetsiyah disappears at the end of her statement.
There are resignation and quiet determination. Bonnie searches through the old grimoire, which she collected. Every attempt is valuable time wasted. Hidden in a small corner of Salvatore's library, Bonnie welcomes the tears.
Bonnie cries her heart out, and she allows her emotions to overwhelm her. Breaths after breaths, she attempts to retrieve her bravado. She fails each time, and the tears continue to fall.
Quietly, Caroline sits by her side, and she wraps her into a bone-crushing hug. No words of comfort are offered because they will be too dismissive of Bonnie's pain. Caroline understands the loss of a husband. She understands the attachment of a mother to a child, and yet, she knows little of Bonnie's pain. Therefore, she offers what she can: loving arms and a friendship.
They stay in the library until the sun starts to falter in the sky. The disappearing sun leaves the library into fitting darkness. Bonnie clings on Caroline and her tears have long dried. Silence has remained the third companion.
"Do you know what a comet is?" Bonnie asks when silent comfort no longer suffices.
"Bonnie?" Her friend's choice of topic surprises Caroline.
"Burning ice, a comet is burning ice. An icy body, which came too close to the sun. Although the sun does not melt it, it turns it into a light, which we all can see. I like to think of it as what Klaus and I have. Burning ice and he loves the stars. He could complain hours about today's pollution." Bonnie quietly laughs, and her laugh is as conflicted as her emotions.
"But I particularly liked the comets. They didn't make sense, but they were beautiful. We would sit hours when I was upset, and we would look for hidden comets. Those comets, which couldn't burn bright enough to shine through the sky, and maybe they were afraid to get too close to the sun," with her quiet voice, Bonnie makes Caroline wish for comets to light the library.
"Klaus doesn't like comets. He says that they are like tragic love stories. He prefers the stars because they are tales of glory over death, and they are eternal. Comets burn out. A comet is only a dying body, but I want to watch more comet with him." Bonnie wipes her tears, and she reopens the grimoire by her feet.
"I never thought to die was a big deal. If you love, it is worth the sacrifice. In truth, if you love, you don't want to die. You can kill for the person. You can do atrocious things, but you are scared to die. You scared to be a comet to your sun."
"Then fight, you are the strongest witch that I know. This time, you have people willing to help you."
"I'm trying, but…" she ends with a smile, and she grabs the grimoire, "It is another sacrifice."
The Mystic Falls' Woods seems to be the place where major events happen in Bonnie's life. She carefully steps around the twigs, and she follows the indication given by her location spell. Her heart beats endlessly, and she tries to make peace with her decision.
However, the time has left Bonnie with no viable option. She continues to move deeper in the woods, and the glowing pale moon lights her hesitant steps. She remembers the time when she travelled those same woods to kill Klaus, and now, she does it because she needs to save his life.
Perhaps, it is poetic or Inadu's attempt at painting a tragic picture. She chose the exact spot where Klaus broke his curse. Spread on the wet ground, Klaus' body lies. This time, there are no flames lit, and he is not basking in the glory of his victory on a curse. No flames follow Bonnie's steps and she does hold the scorching beauty of a vengeful goddess. Bonnie walks toward fate.
"Klaus," her cry of his name pierces the night like a strident whistle.
She runs toward him with no care for the twigs, which stand as gripping obstacles on her path. Her feet hit the unburied roots of trees, and her ankles almost twist when caught in branches adorning the ground.
"Not so fast, witch," Inadu says as she snatches Bonnie's arm, and she stops her from taking another step toward Klaus, "I have been waiting for a long time, and finally here, you are." She adds as her hands frame Bonnie's face.
Bonnie painfully returns Inadu's gaze. There is an emptiness in the blue of Hope's eyes, which worries Bonnie. The hollow eyes stand as a testimony of her daughter's burial below this consuming soul. Rage grows in Bonnie, and yet, she remains at the mercy of her tragedy.
"She is still somewhere down, but for how long," Inadu drawls, and she slowly releases Bonnie's face, "Bonnie, please…" For a second a glimpse of Hope resurfaces, but she disappears before Bonnie blinks.
Hope's fingers cling hard on Bonnie's skin, and she can feel the need to fight to remain in control. Her nails possessively dig into the Bennett witch's flesh. The eagerness to possess the witch adds a glimmer in the lifeless vitreous eyes, which were once a window where Hope's soul opened to the world. Inadu returns and swallows what remains of Bonnie's daughter.
Tears clog Bonnie's eyes and stream down her cheeks. Some tears fill the bloody cut, which Hope's desperate attempt to stay glued to her mother left. Bonnie's hand instinctively brushes Hope's cheek.
"It is going to be fine, and I'm going to make it better." She says for her sake.
"Such a powerful witch," Inadu muses, "I'm ready," she announces, and she does not doubt the choice, which Bonnie has made.
The moon reflects on his desiccated body, and his disapproval although silent resonates in Bonnie's mind. However, Bonnie's mind and heart have come to a consensus. No act seems insane enough if it is to protect the one, who she loves. She cannot live with any loss.
Suddenly, Klaus' actions are relatable. The fear to lose a family, which is his only victory against life. She walked long enough in Klaus' shoes to have the same blisters along her feet. She bled in those shoes as he did. She is not forgiving, but Bonnie finally recognizes the validity of his motives. She cannot lose him, she cannot lose hope, and it leaves an option.
The emptiness in her daughter's eyes consumes Bonnie's hesitation. She draws a deep breath. Inadu knowingly smiles, and she can taste the victory.
"I need your promise that you won't try to harm my family," Bonnie quietly says, and she glances at Klaus' translucent body.
"As a sign of good faith, I will let you reunite with your lover. I will give you precious time for adieu."
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Bonnie kneels by Klaus, and she whispers a timid chant. Her wrist opens, and her blood drips on Klaus' lips. Slowly his greyish skin regains his translucent pallor. Klaus' fingers latch onto her arm, and he drags Bonnie's wrist to his lips.
His tongue cleans every drop, and his plump lips kiss her inner wound. He drinks until he can move, but Bonnie keeps him glued to the ground. She can feel her hesitant magic shackle him.
"Bonnie," his voice is hoarse, and his dry throat is unprepared for conversation.
"Hey," she softly says the word, and she presses a kiss on his lips stained by her blood, "I get it," Bonnie continues.
"No, you do not, witch," he manages to force the words out of an aching throat with rusty vocal cords.
"I' m scared, and I'm terrified of death," Bonnie confesses, "Not my own, I'm terrified to live after it claims anyone that I love. The loss and the loneliness, I have lost what I could lose, and I told myself that I will continue to live after it. I will heal, and I will mourn." Bonnie almost loses herself in her life journey.
"Do not impose that fate on me. Please…please…please." His pride does not hold against the fear of truly losing Bonnie.
"I will mourn, and I will heal. I think that I grew up to learn that I have lost whom I could lose, but I can't lose you. I will not mourn you because I can't achieve the impossible. I tried for sixteen years to mourn your loss. I didn't heal, but I dug that wound until it bled the truth. I gave myself new scars to hide it.
"Your roots are too deep, and I love you. I love you so much, and it is a part of me, which I refuse to forget. I'm sorry for the pain, and I'm sorry for the anger that will follow. I love you, and you're the sun to my comet." Bonnie kisses Klaus again, and she stands.
"Bonnie, please…" He struggles with the magical bounds.
"Here, let end this." Bonnie extends her hand for Inadu to take, and she has a soft smile, which contains enough warmth to reach hope, "I love you," she meaningfully sums her unspoken emotions.
Her emotions express what she needs to say. Behind her quiet declaration of love, there is the regret that she did not protectively wrap her arms around her swollen stomach. There is the pain to know that Hope's bedtime stories were not tales of extraordinary Bennett witches. The same tales, which Bonnie dreaded hearing from an exhausted Sheila.
Although, there is the glowing pride to have a daughter with her smile. Behind her quiet declaration of love, there is maternal love.
Bonnie closes her eyes, and she grabs a hold of her oscillating magic. She chants her spell, and she can feel it in her bone. What used to be her hands are no longer hers, and the hollow crawls below her flesh. It expends through her bloodstream, and it latches on her magic. As the words fall from her tongue, the hollow claws at Bonnie's soul. Her eyes lose their brightness, and the last word of her chant marks the end of Bonnie Bennett.
Hope falls to the ground, and Inadu reaches for her. A promise made to the dead hold no value. She feels Bonnie's magic throbbing and pulsating. Inadu starts to chant, but a cry of pain leaves her lips. She looks down, and the blood pours from her heart. She feels the violent tug, and panicked, she turns around to face the one who holds the blade, which pierced her new heart.
She stares at determined blue eyes.
"Incendia," She shouts, but it is only a cry of despair.
"Have you ever heard of the Phoenix stone?" Caroline says as she twists the blade into the heart.
The stone claims Inadu's soul and she cannot resist the pull. The bright ruby starts to glow, as the hollow fills it. Bonnie's body starts to fall, and the magic shackles around Klaus break.
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Bonnie's blood still coats his lips, and her apology rings in his ear. Hope lies unconscious by his feet, and he reaches for Bonnie's falling body. He stares at the glowing stone at the end of the dagger. Caroline's hand firmly closes around it and Freya steps out of the shadow to finish the spell.
"What did you do?" Klaus asks while he cradles a lifeless Bonnie.
The blue of his eyes consumed by his fury, and the glowing gold filling his irises as his anger arises. Caroline has no time to reply. In a matter of seconds, Klaus delicately places Bonnie next to Hope, and he pins her against a tree. He snatches the dagger in her bloody hand, and he pushes it toward Caroline's heart.
"What did you do?" He furiously hurls, and the tip of the dagger starts to pierce Caroline's chest, "You will pay for this,"
"Klaus, stop it is me," Caroline says as she tries to pry his arm away from her neck.
"And you believe it to be your saving grace," Klaus snorts, and he redirects the blade to her breast bone, "You killed Bonnie,"
"Niklaus," Freya shouts, and she lifts her hand to throw Klaus away from Caroline, "She is Bonnie, brother." She says when Klaus rises, and he prepares himself to attack Caroline.
"Deceit," Klaus bares his fang at Freya, and he shoves her out of his way.
"I believe your promise, and they kept me sane when Silas consumed my thoughts. I continue to believe them, and I still want those beignets extra sweet. I want to stroll around Bourbon Street at your arm. I want to see you extremely jealous during Mardi gras when I'm the centre of male's attention." The words, which Bonnie told Klaus the night when he erased her memory, fall from Caroline's lips.
Klaus' rage deflates, and he stares at Caroline. He looks into her eyes, and he finds her, Bonnie. He freezes on spot, and the dagger slides out of his grip. Bonnie slowly approaches Klaus, and she frames his face.
"I am not dying until the world knows of our love, and I am no longer so fond of dying. Hope wouldn't forgive me, and you would find a way to undo my sacrifice," she quietly whispers, and she wants to kiss him.
"Bonnie," Klaus whispers, and he is afraid to face an illusion.
"I stole a page from your book, and Caroline was willing to let me borrow her body for a minute." She replies, and she releases his face.
"I need my body back to finish this," Bonnie says as she points at the glowing Phoenix stone.
She lies next to her lifeless body, and Freya joins her. The Latin chants echo in the forest and the life slowly returns to Bonnie's body. Caroline returns to her body, and both women gasp for air as they awaken.
Bonnie finds herself in the crushing embrace of Klaus' arm. She barely takes a breath before his lips cover her.
"Not that this isn't enjoyable, but I have the battle to finish," Bonnie says as she breaks the kiss, and she walks until the dagger.
She removes the stone, and she starts to chant. The stone slowly fades in her hand, and Bonnie takes a deep breath when it no longer exists. Klaus stares at her impressed with her magical prowess, and he is in awe that she is alive.
"I banished the stone, which I had to recreate, in another dimension. If her soul ever escapes the stone, she will not be able to feed on anything. As long as I live, she will never be able to escape it, and if I die, it will collapse as the other side did." Bonnie explains to Klaus.
"You could have died," Klaus manages to say.
"I never intended to, and as I said, Hope wouldn't have forgiven me. I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I didn't have a chance to be her mother." Bonnie replies and she kneels down next to Hope.
"She is going to be okay," she confidently says as she kisses Hope's forehead, "let take her home," Bonnie purposely addresses Klaus, and her words give him hope, which he is afraid to cherish.
"I'm sorry," Bonnie says as she sits by Klaus on the couch.
"Your actions warrant no apology, and I understand, love," Klaus replies after a long sip of a rich bourbon.
He puts his tumbler down, and he stares at Bonnie. She feels his burning look, and she adjusts her posture to face his profile. Bonnie drags her feet on the couch, and she rests her chin on her raised knees.
"You understand," Bonnie quietly repeats, and Klaus nods.
"Wouldn't it be hypocritical of me if I judged you based on sins, which I will commit with no hesitation?" Klaus subtly points out, and his words echo with Bonnie.
He extends his hand, and Bonnie's one itch for the contact. She delicately lays her hand on top of Klaus' one and he intertwines their fingers. He passes Bonnie his tumbler, and she eagerly drains it.
"That night…" Klaus draws a deep breath, and he waits for the right words, "I was desperate, and I was frightened." He confesses to Bonnie.
"I know, and I now understand it." She admits, and the walk in his shoes was excruciating.
"Yet, you don't truly understand, sweetheart." Klaus says with a derisive laugh, and the bitterness consumes the taste of bourbon, which remains on his tongue, "I heard her heartbeat while lying in your arms. I was frightened and excited. We made something beautiful, and I could not wait to share it with you. Although, I wanted you to be ready for it. I wanted to allow your body to bond with the life, which you were creating." He squeezes Bonnie's hand.
"I believe that we had the time of the world, and it is reasonably the deceit of eternal life to think that time is at our mercy. Returning the Petrova doppelganger's humanity was your obsession, and the words, which I continually repeated, started to drive us apart. Therefore, I decided to watch and never comment for peace sake," Klaus continues, and he slightly loses himself in blurry memories of arguments, which they quickly resolved.
"Losing you was and is still my biggest fear. You would not have chosen me over your precious friends. You would not have chosen us, and I resented you for it. You weren't ready, and I made peace with it." Klaus explains, and Bonnie wants to argue.
He silences her with a pleading look, and he needs a moment to confess. She reluctantly gives him a chance to catharsis. She sits closer to him, and Bonnie's hand disappear in Klaus' curls.
"When you returned from Nova Scotia, your choice was clearer, and I was wrong. It was not her that you chose over yourself, but it was I. From then I resented myself because my insecurity led me astray. Therefore, I fail to uphold my promise." He glances at Bonnie with an apologetic gaze, "I was angry that you wouldn't heed my warning. I was angry about Kol's fate. I was angry that you sided with them to betray me, but I never spoke because it would have meant an end to us. I watched you walk straight in Silas' trap." He breathes the words.
"When he took over, my guilt grew. I was not losing you against something, which I could fight, but I was losing you because of me. I tried to think about as many solutions as I could imagine. Every day, I will confront my fears, and you were lost to me. I could not make peace with it. I will hear Hope's heartbeat, and it will be oppressive. He had both of you, and I could not do anything about it. I had to watch him torment you, and I became desperate. I refused to wait and trust you. I could not trust you, not after everything. I could save Hope, and so I did." Klaus does not explore much of his liberties with Hayley.
Bonnie quietly digests his words, and she has her memories to confirm how conflictual their relationship was at the time. Although, she never thought that Klaus would interpret her willingness to help her friend as a choice to betray him.
"I believed that it would give you a fighting chance, and he had less chance to use Hope against you. I never wanted to wipe your memory, but that night…" He looks at Bonnie, and her tears have started to fall, "that night, the pain became unbearable. It became clear how painful it was to lose you because I had you back. Therefore, I acted on impulse. I chose to lose you, and so you could have a fighting chance. I could not sit and watch you sacrifice everything because you wanted to protect me. Although, it did not suffice." There is a feeling of relief taking over his body as he frees himself of emotions, which he carried for years, "I regret a lot of my past actions, but I don't regret choosing you over the most precious thing that I ever had." Klaus says, and his sincerity transcends his words.
Bonnie understands every word, and she feels the heavy emotions attach to it. She no longer wants to hear an apology, which would be less raw and sincere as these words.
"You asked me what I lost in sixteen years. I lost you, and I never made peace with it. I wrote a thousand letters in the hope that one will be worth your forgiveness, and I never dare to ask for it. I did not dare to tell you the truth because it meant solidify that loss. It was finally killing the hope that I could have you back." Klaus ends his confession, and he attempts to break the union of their hands.
"Always and forever," Bonnie says as a form of opening, "I meant my vows, and one day, I would be able to admit that I couldn't lose you. I would no longer need to hide. I would simply love you. What I might have forgotten to say was you can't lose me." She reaches for his face, and she tilts his chin until he looks at her.
There is a fragile hope in his eyes, and Bonnie's thumb dances on Klaus lower lip. She leans down to brush their lips, and her second hand come to frame his face. She looks in his eyes, and she says as much as she can with the hope, which simmers under her irises.
"We are going to work through this because I refuse to lose you. I think that I made it clear. I will have kept you desiccated for an eternity if it meant I didn't lose you. We are going to take it slow, but we are going to heal." Bonnie punctuates her statement with a passionate kiss" I love you,"
Eleven months later,
The sugar melts on Bonnie's fingers, and she eagerly licks it off her forefinger. She reads mischief in his eyes, and Bonnie suspects that Klaus wants to gloat about being right. She warningly glares at him as she licks the sugar clean of her thumb.
"If you know what is right for you, hold that comment, husband," When Klaus clears his throat, Bonnie verbally threatens him.
"An observation, not a comment, love." Klaus taunts Bonnie, and she swats his arm.
Klaus laughs and his laugh joins the cacophony around them. Bonnie laboriously maintains her unimpressed glare. Klaus pushes a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, and he drags her closer to him. His arm rests heavy on her shoulders.
"Hold that too," She firmly says, and she further buries her body in his flank.
The crowd around makes the conversation difficult, but Bonnie wanted to see the streets' lights. Klaus despises the roads, which the vacationists crowd; tonight as many other nights, he indulges Bonnie. He holds her bag of beignets, and they slowly wander around Bourbon Street.
"Did I marry a tyrant? Did America's founding fathers lose the fight to protect freedom of speech?" Klaus argues, and Bonnie's growing annoyance with his shenanigans amuses him.
"Abstinence," Bonnie responds, and she picks another beignet from the paper bag, "The misuse of your eloquent tongue will land you there," a sweet smile punctuates her statement.
"Sweetheart, have more beignets, please." Klaus admits his defeats.
Bonnie voraciously eats the beignets, and she has eaten half a dozen. The amount of sugar might eventually make her sick, but presently, she could care less for consequences. The heat around them is almost unbearable, and so she clings on Klaus' cold body.
"Thank you," Bonnie says, and her lips coated with sugar covers Klaus' ones, "Oh, this is so good." Bonnie blurts with enthusiasm as she pushes another beignet in her mouth, "They are practically melting, and the sugar is..." She ends her sentences with a sinful moan.
"Are they?" Klaus asks as he reaches for the beignet in Bonnie's hand, and she swats his grabbing fingers, "Bonnie?" He feigns offence, and he smirks at her frown.
"You don't deserve one of my beignets after making these comments," Bonnie states, and she slowly devours her last beignet.
"I have yet to comment on the strange obsession, which you have for beignets, but if I must pay for thinking it, allow me to earn my punishment." Klaus taunts Bonnie, and she rolls her eyes at his statement.
The pair navigates between the tourists, and the mass of people drives them closer to each other. Her body almost melts in his flank. His perfume engulfs her, and it is a welcome comfort while stuffiness and humidity saturate the atmosphere.
"You think that you smart," Bonnie says with a poorly hidden amusement, and he addresses her accusation with a grin, which digs his dimples.
"No living soul has successfully disproved that belief," Klaus eloquently counters.
"Okay," Bonnie skeptically cocks an eyebrow, "but I can't help that I have found a new love," She finishes, and she licks the remaining sugar on her forefinger.
"I have taken offence for lesser insult, witch," He sinks his head in the crook of her neck, and his fangs brush the curvature of her neck, "and so a new lover, I might as well lose my mind," He softly bites along her pulse, and he possessively licks the mark, which his teeth made. "Should I challenge a beignet in dual for your divided affection?" He chuckles.
"Very funny," Bonnie replies with a small smile.
"I have heard my sense of humour is where my charms lay," Klaus adds, and Bonnie laughs, amused by his flirtatious tone.
"Tell me a joke, and I will be a judge of that," She teases him
"Hire a clown, wife. Hybrids don't tell jokes, and surely, they do not tell them to women with your allure while sugar covers their lips." Klaus replies and his thumb wipes the line of sugar along Bonnie's upper lips.
"Kiss me," She demands with a shyness, which never seems to leave her around him, and her heart must be exhausted to race constantly in Klaus' presence.
Klaus' hands frame Bonnie's face, and he carefully tilts her head. The blue of Klaus' eyes becomes a warm colour as love underlines it, and his nose softly brushes her cheek. He kisses her jaw, and she sighs with the need for more.
His lips delicately explore the soft line of her jaws until Klaus tenderly claims her lips. The kiss is slow, and his tongue wipes the remaining taste of sugar on her tongue. Klaus' caress sets free the horde of butterflies in Bonnie's stomach. Her skin tingles, and her magic appreciatively hums. He kisses her until air is a luxury, which she struggles to acknowledge the need of while she asphyxiates her lung with her need for him.
"Another craving?" Klaus whispers as his lips free hers.
Bonnie quickly steals another kiss from him, and she smiles against his lips. Her arms tightly circle Klaus' waist. Bonnie sighs, and she nibbles Klaus' lip for good measure.
"You satisfied that craving." She admits, and she breaks their embrace, "I want more beignets."
"I had better expectations after that kiss," Klaus laughs, and he takes the hand, which Bonnie extends toward him.
"Unmistakably," Bonnie mocks him with a grave look.
"Honeymoon phase," Klaus counters.
Bonnie drags Klaus through the crowd, and he will follow her anywhere. Klaus pulls her arm, and he drags her into a hug.
"Primal wolf needs," He says with false gravity, and he kisses her.
"Excuses and unaccountability," Bonnie pulls out of his arms, and she caresses his cheek.
"I have an attractive wife, sweetheart." Klaus changes his approach, and Bonnie laughs until tears.
"Flattery," She points out.
"Proven to work," Klaus shamelessly confirms her accusation, "if it ever fails, I might remind you that a man in love is inclined to commit many wrongdoings," He adds and captures Bonnie's lips.
"You are clever," She encourages his mischief with many more kisses.
"There was no point arguing such facts," Klaus arrogantly agrees with Bonnie, "Kiss me," He demands with a confident smirk.
They have not moved for their spot in the middle of a crowded road. Some people manage to avoid the kissing couple, and other collides with them. Nothing seems to breach their bubble.
"I adore you," Bonnie punctuates her statement with another passionate kiss.
"Do you need more beignets?" Klaus asks after a long minute of comfortable silence.
"No, I need you to fulfil your promise," Bonnie replies, and her statement slightly confuses Klaus.
"I always fulfil my promises, but If I must prove myself and my goodwill…" He says as his arm circles Bonnie's waist, and she stops him when he leans to kiss her.
" Klaus," She warns him after he steals a peck from her, " You are not getting me back inside a room," Bonnie sighs, and she continues," You remember going into that rant to express your 'outrage' about my 'blasphemous' decision to eat crayfish in a tourist's trap."
"I remain horrified by the concept that my wife finds joy into mass consumerism," Klaus dramatically states.
"Yes, that outrage and you made promises," Bonnie ignores his antics, and she focuses on her goal, "So..."
"I fulfil them or relearn the value of the Jesuits education, which I never received." Klaus finishes Bonnie's quiet threat.
"Brilliantly surmised, love." She mimics his posh accent.
"I'm famished," Bonnie whines.
Klaus' answer is a meaningful glance. She challengingly smiles with the entirety of her pearly teeth, and Klaus cocks an eyebrow. Once again, Bonnie senses the comment on the tip of Klaus' tongue.
"Don't," She warns him with a glare.
"I sensibly prefer to abide by your rules." He responds, and his eyes are too expressive.
"Where are we?" Bonnie decides to disregard his silent comment when they finally halt in front of a colourful entrance.
The doors are bright green, and the walls are pale canary yellow. The place is by the river, and old fishing boats lay by the eroding wooden quay. The southern heat is more oppressive around the picturesque house, but sudden breezes cool Bonnie's skin.
"Old friends and they have an amazing family restaurant," Klaus answers while he helps Bonnie through the door.
"Okay," She replies, and she loses her breath after a glimpse at the provincial interior, "This is beautiful," She says while she engraves the picture of roses and lemons intertwine around ivies, which adorns every standing wall.
"Oh my god," An old lady with a small stature appears, and she smiles at Klaus, "Niklaus finally brings us his queen." She says when she stops close to Bonnie, "grave pine gossip has its limitation," She scolds a bashful Niklaus.
She wipes her wet hands on her apron, and she hugs Klaus. With Bonnie, she is less overwhelming. She places two resonating kisses on Bonnie's cheek.
"Bonnie, meet my good friend Augustine," Klaus introduces the older woman.
"Sweetheart, your wife is a celebrity in her own right. Everyone knows the Bennett witch. Witches' covens are gossip congregation." Augustine dismisses Klaus, "She is pretty little thing, and she chose to marry you," She teases Klaus.
"My judgement leaves a lot to desire, but I thought that he was a good lad," Bonnie good-heartedly replies, and Klaus influences colours her language.
"He is alright," Augustine continues, "When he tries to be," she corrects her statement
"Which means I am beyond her wildest dream," Klaus says with a mischievous smirk, and he wraps his arm around Bonnie's waist.
"You're," She turns to kiss him.
"I love you," Klaus says after kissing the crown of Bonnie's head.
"Y'all are adorable and hopefully famished," Augustine chuckles, and she allows Bonnie and Klaus to move further inside the restaurant, which is small enough to permit comforting intimacy.
"Madam is here to admit that my expertise of Cajun cuisine is not snobbism," Klaus teases Bonnie.
"The usual table," Augustine asks Klaus while she leads them to the table by the terrace.
"There is a usual table," Bonnie suspiciously questions Klaus
"Pious affair," Klaus laughs, "Augustine was a looker, and she remains a talented witch."
Klaus helps Bonnie to sit, and Augustine offers the menu. A site at the multiple Cajun's specialities makes Bonnie salivate, and she cradles her roaring stomach. A slight blush colours her cheek. Bonnie's cravings resurface, and her dislike for candied delicacy has disappeared.
"Augustine, can we have your best bourbon for my husband and the sweetest peach and lemon ice tea for me?" Bonnie asks with a soft smile, and Klaus suspiciously stares at Bonnie.
"I will get you that, baby," Augustine says as she leaves and gives the couple time to explore the extensive menu.
"Bourbon, why are you trying to…?" Klaus stops mid-sentence when he picks up the sounds of well-known steps, "Hope?" He says with surprise.
"Hi, dad" She greets Klaus with a giddy smile, and she sits by Bonnie, "mom," Hope kisses Bonnie's cheek, and she rests her head on Bonnie's shoulder.
"Is it another mother and daughter's time, and I will be unwelcome as soon as I make a sensitive comment?" Klaus knowingly asks, and he knows how Bonnie and Hope cling on each other.
"Nope," Hope pops the syllable and she sips on Bonnie's ice tea, "Mom just need to make a big announcement," she extends on her answer.
"It sounds dreadful," Klaus says, and he takes a big gulp of his sweet-burned bourbon.
"Klaus," Bonnie rolls her eyes, and she helps Hope be more comfortable on her shoulder.
"Factual statement," Klaus is unapologetic, and there must be a reason why she wants him to have a glass of bourbon in his hand.
"Do you hear anything, dad?" Hope excitedly asks, and she waits for Klaus' answer.
"Your daughter is showing sign of insanity, love." He sarcastically ruffles Bonnie's feathers, and she rolls her eyes.
"See, I told you my spell was working, mom," Hope proudly celebrate, and Bonnie encourages her with a smile.
"Now, can you hear something," Hope asks after chanting, and she waits for Klaus' ear to notice the flutters.
"Fatherhood is also to indulge insanity," Klaus punctuates his statement by raising his glass, "and what am I sup…" He stops to focus on the weak heart sounds, which comes from his wife, "Why are there two extra heartbeats coming from you," Klaus asks Bonnie.
"Two? As my heartbeat and another heartbeat," Bonnie asks because he must have made a mistake.
"No, two heartbeats, which surely doesn't belong to you," Klaus confirms what she heard first from him.
"Hope?" Bonnie questions her daughter, who first picked the heartbeat.
"Surprise, mom," Hope says with a bright smile
"Hun," Bonnie freezes, and she looks between her daughter and her husband.
The surprise for Klaus has become hers, and she looks at her flat stomach. One extra heartbeat is the one certitude, which she had. Bonnie picks Klaus' tumbler and Klaus snatches before she takes a sip.
"I don't think you can in your state, love," Klaus says, and he drains the tumbler.
"She said it was a heartbeat," Bonnie explains to Klaus, and she looks at her stomach.
"Hope is a puppy, and you can't trust her hearing," Klaus calmly explains.
His calm contrasts with Bonnie's evolving state of panic.
"One, not two," Bonnie repeats, and she stares at her stomach as if she is witnessing a betrayal.
"The more; the merrier." Klaus remains unfazed, "There is no need to fight for a favourite," He reassures Bonnie with a smile.
"Two, Nikki, two of these," Bonnie points at their daughter.
"If I didn't know how much you love me, I will be offended," Hope says with a smile as she struggles to drink Bonnie's overly sweet tea.
"Your mother is having a moment of panic, and it is nothing personal." Klaus cajoles his daughter.
"Oh god," Bonnie laments.
"Bonnie, we are going to be good," Klaus attempts to reassure Bonnie, and he intertwines their hands.
"We have never raised a baby before, and now, we will have to raise two," Bonnie states the fact.
Maternity is an enigma to Bonnie. She wants it and loves the experience, which she has of it. Although, she is afraid to reproduce Abby's mistake. With Hope, these fears are not omnipresent, but with two infants, she would have to learn how to be a mother.
"So I gathered," Klaus says with a quiet smile.
"Why are you so calm?" Bonnie asks, and she knows of his challenge with fatherhood, "I knew of one of the babies, and I'm panicking." She confesses.
"I have blind faith in you and biased opinion. I believe that you will excel in the mother role. Considering that they will be less independent and more breakable than this one, we will wrap them in protective blankets and as many spells as we can. We are going to be great," Klaus says with sincerity, and having Bonnie has his partner in the future journey quiets his fear.
"You are great parents," Hope intervenes, "too overbearing but I believe that babies need it." She kisses Bonnie's temple.
"You heard it from the most qualified critic." Klaus points out, and Bonnie becomes less inclined to panic.
"Okay, we are going to have two babies, and we will be great," She breathes, and she repeats the exercise until she does not feel like crying while she stares at her stomach.
"Precisely," Klaus agrees, and he leans over the table to kiss Bonnie.
"I'm famished. I want to try these amazing crayfish, crabs, and everything, which three stomachs can it." She slowly works to retrieve her excitement
"Allergies," Klaus says out of the blue, and he stares at his phone's screen, "I can't in all good conscience allow you to risk my children's well-being," He adds while he explores the googles' search results.
"What?" Bonnie asks with a frown.
"They say it in the second article," Klaus passes Bonnie is the phone.
"Don't, Klaus." Bonnie sighs, and she knows that he is about to overprotect on her, "You aren't going to do this during the entire pregnancy." She returns his phone, "I love you, but no…"
"I love you too, and I am thinking about our children. We will need a nurse, who has knowledge of witches' pregnancy. A nurse, who can attend you, nights and days. Perhaps, we should reconsider your diet, love." Klaus continues, and PubMed's article captivates his attention.
He is reading about the danger of unknown allergies during the first semester. Bonnie shakes her head, and Hope stares at her father with amusement glimmering in her eyes.
"He is doing it," She tells Bonnie.
"I know," She replies, and she finds his quiet panic endearing.
"Is chicken still allowed?" Bonnie asks to gain Klaus' attention.
"Don't paint me as a tyrant, the article isn't against it. Although, I might have to read more on the subject…" Klaus answers and he puts his phone down.
Tomorrow, he is joining a new father seminar. He is going to hunt for the best midwife to take care of Bonnie and their twins.
"I love you," Bonnie says, and she squeezes Klaus' hand "You are panicking," She gently points out, and he nods.
"I love you," Klaus replies
"I feel excluded," Hope teases, but she has witnessed this constant moment of tenderness between her parents.
"Do they have that difficulty sharing their parents in adolescence too?" Klaus asks, and Bonnie laughs.
"Google it," She kisses Klaus, and she knows that he is about to become an avid reader of PubMed and Obstetrician reviews.
Ps: just a few Klonnie recommendation, and so you have the best of the fandom to enjoy
Howl by Anastasia-g
The court of st James's by writendelete
Bone, book, and blood by futsch
The groom by me
Thanks for reading