Every day had become a blur with no true distinction between them. It was a barrage of drama, fighting, and stress. It was enough to make even the most relaxed of them tense. It had taken a toll on Freya and Elijah. They were two of the more uptight of the siblings so it had put too much stress on them. Freya could see how it hurt her brother's already bruised mind to have that much pressure. It showed in everything he did that he needed a day off from everything.
The days plans had already been devised during dinner the previous day. Everyone had their own jobs to do today including the two of them. After a quick chat with Klaus Freya was able to delegate their jobs to others. The next day would be a peaceful one. After turning off the alarms Freya and Elijah were able to sleep in. It had only been a few minutes before Elijah woke, frantic that he was up late. Once Freya explained the situation she was able to coax Elijah back into the bed. It would be a day spent in bed even if Elijah was not eager to do so.
After a light breakfast and rolling around in the sheets it seemed as though they had done just about everything they wanted to do to relax. Finally after an awkward silence Elijah got out of the bed. He left the room only to return with a large stack of books balanced in his hand. The blonde woman raised a brow as he walked in.
"We need something to do if we intend to stay in bed all day." He explained before resting the books on his bedside table.
Freya leaned over and looked through the stack of books. They were a mixture of the classics, books that she knew Elijah had read more times than she could keep count of. Her fingers brushed over the spines of each book before taking out his copy of The Great Gatsby. She watched as he chose a book then the two of them sat back in the bed.
A silence hang over the room as they both read. It was a comfortable silence though, either making small noises from time to time. The day ended up staying like that a quiet silence as they read. They would take small breaks from it to feed or stretch their limbs but other than that it was time spent laying in the bed reading.
Finally the stack of books was low and the bright sky had turned dark. It was the late hours of the night when Freya finally grew tired of reading. The woman moved and rested her head on Elijah's shoulder. As he continued to read she nodded off on his shoulder. The man could not help but smile. As he finished the book in his hands he carefully moved Freya's head to lay it on her pillow. He leaned over and turned off the light. The man set his book on the bedside table before curling up into bed with Freya to sleep.