Not You Again
Chapter 38- Our Song
"Is that everything?" Damon asked Jacob as the latter placed my handbag into the trunk of the black car we would be driven in to the airport.
Jacob avoided Damon's eyes but nodded and I sighed as I remembered how Jacob had kissed me and caused so much more drama than I'd ever needed. "That's it, have a safe trip," He half-smirked at Damon and Damon glared back at him. Jacob started away before he stopped in front of me. I just stared at him with a questioning look.
"Goodbye, Jacob," I responded when his muddy, green eyes were locked on mine for way too long.
Jacob smiled a little wistfully and reached out to touch my cheek. Before I could slap his hand away, he let go and murmured, "Bye, beautiful," before he slid past me and into the house, a satisfied smile on his face. I wanted to slap him but I didn't want to create more conflict. Thankfully, it was Michael who was going to help with the bags at the airport.
Damon growled from beside me and I looked at him and shot him a reassuring smile. "He's just a kid, Damon," I commented, in a breezy tone of voice because I knew how annoyed he must be; he'd never really liked Jacob to start with.
"Kid, my ass. I want to rip off his balls," He growled and I couldn't help but chuckle.
I smirked at him, "No harm, no foul," I said, just as Nathalie, Stefan and Elena started down the steps together.
Nathalie was the first to approach us and Damon smiled at her, "We're leaving then, Maman. I will miss you," He said, tenderly, and I watched as he enveloped his mother in a hug. I turned away, giving them some privacy as they exchanged some final words and embraced. God knew when the next time they would meet would be.
I walked over to Elena and Stefan who were standing together, Stefan's arm around Elena's waist. I wondered if when they got back, Elena would tell Stefan about her betrayal right away or if she would wait for a while. Damon said he'd give her a week to come clean but I wasn't sure if she would or not. Elena put her arms around me and I rested my head on her shoulders, "Have a safe flight," She murmured, as I stepped back and nodded.
"Thanks. You guys as well. See you tomorrow?" I questioned as I reached forward to give Stefan a one-armed hug.
"Of course," Stefan replied, pleasantly, as he stepped out of my embrace. "Call us when you get there… or make Damon call,"
"I will," I smiled just as Nathalie called me over. I waved to my friends and started over to the Denoire woman. I watched as Damon inched nearer to his brother and Elena.
"Thank you for everything," I told her, kindly, as I reached forward to hug her.
She embraced me warmly, placing kisses to my cheeks before she held them tenderly. "No, thank you. Thanks for being Damon's perfect match. I know you'll keep him in line and take care of him and love him…. And that's all a mother can ever ask for," She laughed but I could see tears in her lucid cerulean eyes. "You showed me that true love still exists," Her hands traced down to my baby bump and she leaned down and traced a heart on it. "This baby is the luckiest bebe on this planet to have parents like you both… I hope to see you all soon. In Mystic Falls,"
"When are you going back there?" I asked, as I helped her stand up straight. Nathalie kept her hand on one of my shoulders.
She sighed, "In a couple of weeks. I'll get the rest of the things sorted then I want to go home… I miss it," She murmured, "I was thinking of heading to France and visiting my family after that… I haven't seen my sisters for so long…"
"You should," I smiled, "You need a change of atmosphere,"
She nodded and I heard Damon call my name as he climbed into the car. Nathalie sighed, "I will miss you, Bonnie," She promised me.
"As I will… it was nice meeting you… and Guiseppe," I muttered, my voice breaking slightly on his name. I took both of her hands in my own, "Stay strong, belle," I smiled and Nathalie nodded before she reached forward for one last hug.
"See you soon," She called, as I leaned in, breathing her perfume in one last time.
I pulled away and nodded, before I waved and slid into the car next to Damon. I saw that he was staring straight ahead emotionless and I knew how hard it must be for him to leave his Mother so soon after his father's death but he needed to get back to work. He needed to get back to his regular life or he wouldn't ever be the same again.
"Ready to go?" Michael asked, from beside the driver's seat.
"Yeah, to the airport," I said, as I fastened my seatbelt and slid my hand onto Damon's knee. I squeezed it comfortingly, stroking the skin there under his jeans and Damon's icy blue eyes met mine with a thankful look.
"Thank you for everything, Bonnie," His words were straight from the heart, ringing poignantly with emotion.
"You're welcome," I responded, breezily, and then we sat in comfortable silence until the airport, my hand still on Damon's knee letting him know I was there for him. We didn't need to speak; we just were.
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"Do you think this smells good?" I asked Damon at the Duty Free Store, a couple of hours later. There was about 15 minutes left until our flight was boarding and I still hadn't picked a present out for Caroline. I was looking through the perfumes frantically trying to find one I hadn't seen on her dresser.
Damon leaned forward to sniff the tester and shook his head. "Too sickly sweet," He replied but he handed me a little white box with the words 'Little White Dress' by a company called Avon. The second my hands fastened on the smooth box, I knew it was the right one.
Damon brought the tester to his nose, "This is so Caroline," He promised me and I snatched the tester from him and sniffed it, closing my eyes. Images of Caroline popped through my mind immediately and I knew it was the one. It was flirty and fresh and flowery and different and everything Caroline was. I nodded, a grin stretching across my face.
"Perfect," I spoke and I could hear Damon's smug voice as I opened my eyes and put the tester back.
"See, I'm the best shopper on this planet. First, your bikini which may I say you looked smoking hot in and now, Caroline's perfume. I should be named the shopper of the year… Ladies and Gentlemen, Damon Salvatore," His cocky smile was back on his lips and I was glad he was acting more like his usual self. I knew all it took was leaving Guiseppe's old house. Even in the airport, he was acting so much like pre-Ohio Damon, in a good way.
I snorted, "Alright, I'll be sure to call you shopper of the year next time at work instead of boss," I laughed at that image in my mind and Damon just rolled his eyes as we made it to the check-out.
"How do I do it?" He asked, incredulously, as I tried to hand him money for the perfume but he shook his head.
"This is the least I can do after you left your whole life at New York behind and came to Ohio with me," He insisted, a somber look on his face.
"But Caroline's my friend," I told him, as we stood in front of the cashier, the woman sitting at the till looking annoyed at our indecision.
"Well she's my ex-girlfriend so don't be stubborn," Damon responded as he handed the woman his credit card. She swiped it, looking thankful that we'd finally made a decision and placed Caroline's new perfume into a little pink bag. I just stood there, staring at Damon's back as he took it and retrieved his credit card from the blonde at the desk.
"Come on, or we're going to be late," He sang, as he turned back to look at me.
I just stared at him for a second before I snatched the rose colored bag from his hand and rolled my eyes.
He swooped towards me, as if he was going to take it back from me but shocked me by offering me his hand instead. I took it with a sigh and we started out of the duty free shops area and towards Gate 9 where we'd be boarding our flight back to New York.
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"Bag's eye the window seat," Damon said childishly as we bustled through the busy plane towards our seats: 12A and B. I spotted the chairs and with a roll of the eyes to Damon, I decided to annoy him a little.
"No, I want the window seat," I responded, stubbornly, folding my arms across my chest. Damon took my handbag from me and placed it in the overhead compartment before he slid his own in.
He shot be a mock-annoyed look, "I bag's eyed it though," He shot me an annoying smirk.
"Are you listening to yourself?" I asked, amusement in my voice. "You sound like a child… you're in your late twenties, honey," I teased, causing a couple of people to turn our way.
"I don't care," Damon responded, but not before he stuck his tongue out at me, "I want the window seat,"
I stared at him as he stood there blocking my way before I chuckled at the puppy dog eyes he was giving me. "Fine, Damon," I responded, amusedly and he grinned before he slid into his desired seat. I climbed into the seat beside his and rolled my eyes as I strapped myself in.
"Child," I muttered, shooting him a sneaky look which he caught with a small smile. I watched, a little spellbound by the adorableness of that little grin, as he pulled his iPod out of his pocket and some headphones. He slid them in and then offered one side to me.
I took it, "Thanks," I smiled, as he started the music. We watched as the air hostess went on about safety and how to vacate the plane if needed and asked us to prepare for a take-off.
I remember what you wore on the first day you came into my life
And I thought 'Hey' you know this could be something…
The lyrics made me smile and I turned to Damon, "What's the name of this song?" I asked, curious.
"Two is Better Than One," He replied, "By Boys Like Girls featuring Taylor Swift,"
"I love Taylor Swift," I mumbled as I settled into my seat to listen to the lyrics.
Cause everything you do and words you say,
You know that it all takes my breath away and now I'm left with nothing
So maybe it's true… that I can't live without you…
And maybe 2 is better than 1…
But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life and you've already got me coming under…
Now I'm thinking two is better than one…
I smiled at the beauty of the lyrics and immediately pictures of Damon and me doing all sorts of stuff together came flooding back, swimming at Hacienda, holding hands, kissing at the airport on our way here…. I noticed that Damon was looking at me, concentrating, an intense look in his blue eyes.
"This song always makes me think of you," He murmured, in almost a whisper.
I remember every look upon your face, the way you roll your eyes,
The way you taste, you make it hard for breathing…
Cause when I close my eyes and drift away,
I think of you and everything's okay…
I'm finally now believing…
I felt tears come to my eyes and I shook my head, "This song is beautiful," I murmured.
Damon sighed, pressing 'pause' on the song. "Bonnie, this song is exactly how I feel about you… every single lyric is true… it's about us… it's our song," He spoke slowly, measuring my reaction.
I shrugged, "Maybe it is…"I trailed off, as Damon pressed 'play' again.
So maybe it's true… that I can't live without you…
And maybe 2 is better than 1…
But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life and you've already got me coming under…
Now I'm thinking two is better than one…
I closed my eyes and just listened to the music until the song finally dwindled to an end and by then, my heart was swelling. Damon was right: this was our song. I turned to tell him that but saw that he was sleeping, his eyes angelically pressed closed. I noticed that the plane was taking off so I blocked my ears as the take-off commenced. When we were finally in the sky, I searched for a song I liked on Damon's iPod, pressed play and leaned my head on his shoulder, easily drifting off to sleep.
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"Bonnie, didn't you say Dr. Fell told you to take your meds on the plane just in case?" Damon's voice shook me out of my dream world and I rubbed my eyes, thinking of what a weird dream it had been. It had been of the first time I'd been at 'Sorority' – with Damon- and a conversation we'd had there before we got all drunk.
Damon looked at me smugly and I just rolled my eyes. "How did you get Better Vantage anyway? Your uncle must have been crazy to hand it over to you," I responded, in a snarky tone of voice.
"I was surprised when he wrote it to me in his will. I always expected it'd go to my little perfect brother," The revulsion he felt for his brother was clear in the tone of his voice. "He also wrote us a villa on the outskirts of NY," He added, as an after thought.
"Really? Is that where you live?" I asked.
Damon nodded, "Yep, me and my brother and his wife. They have the 1st floor, I have the 2nd, we all share the ground floor." He explained, though I didn't really care how his house was stratified.
"I didn't know you had a brother, Damon," The thought came to me suddenly because in my high school years with him, he'd never mentioned a sibling of any sort.
"Well, he used to live in Ohio with my Dad. My parents were divorced," He explained to me, nonchalantly.
"Were?"
"They died when I was in college. Mom died in a car-crash and Dad was the victim of a street fight gone bad," His eyes dimmed a little and I gasped.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to….I…" I trailed off as Damon brought his hand to my cheek.
"Nah, I got over it. S'kay. Now, how about we grab a drink? We didn't come here to gossip like old ladies," He changed the subject quickly and I nodded, not wanting to linger on a subject that secretly pained him.
He'd said his parents were dead. I'd forgotten but now I remembered as clear as day. I was confused as to why he'd do that.
Damon noticed my pondering look and shot me a confused look, "What?" He asked, a moment later.
I shook my head, "Nothing. I'll go to the bathroom and then take my meds," and decide how to ask you why you lied to me about your parents being dead. I climbed out of my seat and was about to start towards the bathroom when Damon grabbed my arm.
"Bonnie, wait," He called.
"Yes?" I asked, a curious look on my face.
Damon looked like he was thinking about something then his expression shifted, "If the food cart comes across, do you want a turkey or ham sandwich?" He asked.
"Turkey," I responded breezily before I smiled and headed for the bathroom.
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"Is that good?" Damon asked, gesturing to my sandwich, about 15 minutes later.
I swallowed my bite, "Yeah… how's yours?" I pointed to his ham sandwich and he shook his head, shooting me a disgusted look.
"I should've gone with Turkey too," He muttered. I immediately offered him the rest of my sandwich and Damon shook his head.
"No, you eat…" He ordered, taking a deep sip of his apple juice.
"It's fine, Damon. I'm not very hungry anyway… Plane food makes me queasy," I practically shoved my sandwich into his hand and he looked at me for a second. "What? I swear I don't have cooties," I added, a moment later.
Damon's face broke out into a grin but he took a bite of my sandwich. "It's not that, silly girl… do you have something on your mind?" His tone was breezy but I could tell he was concerned.
I wondered how he'd read me so easily, "Why?" I asked, countering his question with one of my own.
"Well, when you were asleep, I heard you saying my name a few times… I couldn't make out what you were saying but afterwards when you woke up, before going to the bathroom, you acted a bit peculiarly," He finished, throwing the rest of my sandwich into his mouth and chewing.
"A bit peculiarly?" I tried the words as I sipped some of my Pepsi and smirked.
Damon nodded, "Yes," He confirmed, "Do you have something you need to talk about?"
I sighed, "Actually, there was something. I dreamt about that night at Sorority with you," I muttered, not knowing how to start this off.
Damon wiggled his eyebrows, "Oh really? Was it good?" He smirked and I remembered how I'd slept with him that night. My cheeks flushed at his smug looking expression.
I smacked his arm, "Not that part of the night. Our conversation before it…you know, I remember you telling me that your parents were…dead," I finished and Damon just looked at me, so I went on, "You said your mother had died in a carcrash and that your father was the victim of a bad street fight," I clarified, running a hand through my hair and placing my cup on the tray.
Damon's blue eyes had strayed to the ground and I watched as he tore his ham sandwich to pieces on the paper plate they'd given us. I took the sandwich from his hand and squeezed it instead. "So?" I pressed, "Say something,"
Damon shook his head, "I don't know what to say… You probably understand about… my Dad," A sad look crossed his features, "We never got along… so I often told people he was dead… it was easier than having to explain why I never went to visit my Dad for Christmas or my birthday or…it was selfish and mean of me but true… I was a different person back then," He assured me, his eyes finally resting on mine before they strayed down again.
"That's okay," I nodded, "I know that. You're a different Damon,"
Damon nodded, "Thanks to you… and my Mother, well, it was kind of the same reason. I didn't want to have to have to explain how my mom lost her job a couple of years ago and why I never went there… it's complicated, Bon… and I was stupid," He muttered, "I didn't even think you'd remember,"
"My subconscious did," I replied, and I shot him a reassuring look, "and I'm glad it did; I want our relationship to be based on honesty… no more lies, no more deception…"
Damon smiled back at me, "You're perfect, you know that," He added, a moment later, as he reached forward to stroke a strand of hair away from my face.
"Pfft, perfect? I'm almost an egg," I gestured to the small baby bump that was now visible under my shirt, albeit slightly. "I'm going to be fat soon,"
Damon got a dreamy look on his face, "You don't see this… but you have this glow about you, Bonnie… and it's amplified now that you're pregnant…" He spoke, sweetly.
I rolled my eyes, "Enough of the sweet talk. I still have some medication to take," I commented, but inside I was charmed by Damon's words. I pulled out the last of my pills and swallowed them with the rest of my Pepsi. I licked some Pepsi off of my lips and noticed that Damon was staring at my mouth.
"What?" I demanded, putting the cup down with a light bump.
"You don't know how much I want to kiss those beautiful rosy red lips of yours," He murmured, cupping my cheeks and making my heart speed as I gazed into his blue stunners.
My cheeks warmed at the intense look on his face and I touched his cheek too, "I know… believe me, I want to kiss you too… but we can't… not until this whole Klaus drama is over…" I trailed off, stroking his cheek before I trailed my hand down his chest and leaned back into my own chair, my eyes still locked on Damon's.
A scowl came to his lips and he brought his hands down to his lap. "I hate Klaus Mikaelson," He almost snapped and I couldn't help but chuckle at his actions.
"When will you deal with Klaus?" Damon asked, a blasé tone in his voice as he sank back into his chair, still facing me.
"When I get back, I promise. Soon," I responded honestly, pushing a lock of hair out of my face.
Damon grinned, a look of anticipation on his face. "Soon… and then you'll be mine, Miss Bonnie Bennett," The possessive tone in his voice made me shiver and I just watched him as he reached his hand down onto my thigh and squeezed it gently, making my body burn for him. I couldn't wait till I was done with Klaus.
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"Can you see her anywhere? She texted me saying she's here," I commented as we dragged our suitcases along across the squeaky airport floor.
Damon scanned the crowd, as I was doing. "No peppy blonde cheerleader type yet," He commented, and I rolled my eyes at his comment as I tried to spot Caroline Forbes in the midst of the people waiting for their loved ones to arrive.
I spotted a blonde head and then I saw Caroline's sunny smile and I grinned back, though my jaw dropped slightly because Caroline's hair was shorter than it had been when I'd left for Ohio. Instead of the wavy golden tresses that had once hung halfway down her back, her hair was now straight and shoulder length and she had bangs in the front. She ran towards us and I spotted a dark haired, dark eyed Tyler running to catch up with her, a smile on his face too.
"Bonnie!" Caroline exclaimed, throwing her arms around me. I hugged her back tightly, for some reason feeling tears come to my eyes. I guessed it must be a hormonal pregnancy thing. I breathed in her fresh, musky scent and I was over the moon to be back in New York.
We pulled back and I admired her new hair, "Caroline, your hair… it's beautiful… so cute," I cooed and Caroline grinned, flipping it.
"You like? I just got it yesterday on a whim… it was so crazy but I think it looks good. Ty says it does," She gestured to her boyfriend who was standing to her side. He nodded and I waved at him.
"It's amazing… Hi Tyler," I greeted as Caroline jogged over to welcome Damon back.
"Hey Bonnie," Tyler responded, reaching forward to place an innocent kiss to my cheek. "How was Ohio?"
"Ohio was good…" I trailed off, a sad smile coming to my lips as I thought of Guiseppe. "You should visit there sometime… We went to this awesome restaurant, it was practically underwater," I explained 'Hacienda' and Caroline jumped into the conversation.
"I'd love to go there… how about it, Tyler?" She asked her boyfriend, her cerulean eyes glittering.
Tyler nodded, hugging her into his side. "Sure… the next vacation I get from work, I'll take you, babe," He promised her and Caroline giggled happily.
I noticed that Damon was on the phone. I shot him a questioning look and he gave me a 'one minute' gesture and backed away a little. He had his business face on so I guessed it was work-related. I turned back to the happy couple.
"So did anything exciting happen while I was gone?" I asked them both.
Caroline looked like she was trying to remember, "Oh, Klaus threw this berserk party the other day at his house… it was so crazy," She sang and I felt my breath catch in shock. Klaus had never told me he'd had a party; he wasn't really the party type- or at least that's what I thought.
"Are you sure it's Klaus Mikaelson? He's not really a party animal," I contradicted with raised eyebrows.
"It was Klaus Mikaelson all right… his younger brother and his fiancé are back in town so maybe he wanted to welcome them," Tyler put in, supplying more information. I knew that Klaus had 2 younger brothers: Kol and Henry but I didn't know much about them. And considering the fact that Henry was 15, it was safe to say that Kol was the one in town with the fiancé.
"I need to talk to you about something," Caroline put in, a moment later, as if she'd just remembered something. "Later though,"
I nodded though I was kind of confused about the strange look on her face. Damon returned finally and we started out of the airport and a big smile crossed my face as I stepped onto New Yorkian soil. No matter how crazy it was, this place was my real home.
"What was that all about?" I asked Damon as we followed Caroline to her car. It seemed that Tyler had brought his own.
"I have a meeting at work, right now," Damon looked exhausted.
"But you need rest," I commented and Damon sighed:
"I know I do… but these are important clients and I have to be there…" He looked at his watch, "I'll take my car, I forgot that I left it here," He reached forward to place a kiss to my cheek, forgetting that Caroline and Tyler were watching. Before I could say anything, he waved and dragged his bags off in the direction of his car.
"What was that?" Caroline asked, her mouth wide in shock. "He just kissed you, Bon,"
"On the cheek, we're friends," I assured her as Tyler started stowing my bags into the trunk of Caroline's car.
"That wasn't a 'we're friends' kiss… that was more like an 'I want to screw you hard later' kiss," Caroline pressed, shooting me an incredulous look as she took my handbag from me and placed it into the trunk. Tyler slammed it shut and smirked at us both.
"Alright, well I have work… see you girls later?" He asked.
We both nodded and Caroline reached forward to kiss her man softly on the lips. "Have fun," She teased, smacking him on the butt.
Tyler laughed, "I'll try," He spoke, "Welcome home, Bon," He called as he pulled his car keys out of his pocket and hurried towards his car.
I walked towards the passenger seat of Caroline's car and slid in, slamming the door behind me. I knew Caroline was going to go all Spanish Inquisition on me; I could just feel it. And she didn't even know about everything that happened on that 'innocent' little trip to Ohio. Caroline got into the car and started the engine but 5 seconds didn't pass before she spoke.
"So what's going on with you and Damon? Did you sleep with him at Ohio?" She started immediately, trying to seem cool but I knew she was dying to know the latest 'bamon' gossip.
"No, I'm not a slut, Caroline. I'm still dating Klaus… and besides, his Dad was dying; I wouldn't do that," I started to speak, taking a deep breath in.
Caroline shot me a pointed look that said 'really?'.
"And I'm dating Klaus… I wouldn't cheat on him…you know about what happened at the airport and aside from a few other kisses, nothing happened. I couldn't let it get that far," I left out the part about the proposal and meeting Trevor again- it would just add more drama that I didn't need to remember right now. I decided to deftly change the subject, "So what did you need to tell me?" I questioned, as she turned the car onto the road. "When Tyler was talking about Klaus and all that,"
Caroline got a sour look on her face and she sighed, "Look, I don't know if it's anything but you're my best friend and anything could mean something… and I don't know if it does or if it doesn't… maybe it doesn't mean anything.. maybe I'm overreacting," She trailed off.
"Caroline, you're blabbering," I complained, "What is making you this tongue tied?" A variety of situations flitted through my mind but I couldn't think of anything that would make Caroline this uncomfortable.
Caroline sighed deeply, running one hand through her smooth golden tresses. "Alright, I'm just going to say this because I care about you…. At that party, I heard Klaus arguing with Kol's fiancé, Aimee, and maybe I'd had one too many drinks but they were fighting about…their daughter… isn't that crazy?" She asked and her words were like a slap to my face.
"What?" I shouted, "Klaus doesn't have a daughter… he would've mentioned that on our many trips down memory lane… I'm sorry Caroline but that is just bullshit," I heard the frantic, angry tone in my voice and Caroline noticed it too.
"It's normal to be mad… and I would be too. Klaus fooled us both into thinking he was this really perfect guy and truth be told, nobody's perfect," She said, in a soft voice as she turned onto the road where our apartment building was located.
I shook my head, "I think you had too many tequilas and your mind went all freaky crazy story-teller on you… I'm telling you, Klaus doesn't have a daughter…" I trailed off, a determined look on my face.
"But I heard them talking about her… she was mad that he wasn't supporting their family and their 2 year old daughter… "
"THAT IS COMPLETE B.S, Caroline… Klaus doesn't keep secrets like that from me… We don't have secrets," I cried, and I knew I was lying and being a hypocrite because I'd kept so many secrets about me and Damon, especially over the past few days.
Caroline sighed as she put the car into park. "Maybe you need to have a talk with Mr-I-Don't-Keep-Secrets," She suggested just as my phone buzzed. I reached into my pocket to grab it and saw that it was a message from Klaus.
Welcome home, love. I'm waiting upstairs –K
Caroline parked the car and I pointed the phone at her. She read the message and shot me a pointed look, "Talk to him…. Maybe not right away because that's just really bad for the welcome home sex but-"
I cut her off, "There will be no welcome home whatever… I'm breaking up with him, Care.." I trailed off, running a hand through my hair.
Caroline's jaw dropped, "Is it because of his daughter?" She asked.
"No! He doesn't even have one… I bet you heard wrong, Caroline… No, it's because I'm in love with Damon," I told her, "I can't keep leading Klaus on like this… it's not fair to him,"
Caroline looked like she approved, "Alright… well let's get your bags upstairs so you can go clean up the little mess you have upstairs," She chirped as she jumped out of the car and hurried round to the back. I felt a slight pain in my stomach but I ignored it and climbed out as well, walking round to help Caroline with my bags.
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Caroline left me with my bags in front of my flat, promising to call me later to see what happened and then I practically had to push her into her house. I dug the key into my door, smiling as it opened cleanly and walked in, surprised to see it dark.
I pulled my bags in, shut the door behind me and flicked the light on, confused. Didn't Klaus say he was up here? I thought as I dragged my bags further in only to be met with the soothing sound of piano music- something by Mozart, if I remembered rightly. I put my bags down, perplexed, and walked forward, noticing that it was coming from the dining room. I hurried there, surprised to see Klaus standing there next to a big pink cake with white icing on it spelling out:
Welcome Home!
I smiled immediately and Klaus ran forward to hug me. I held him close to me, feeling rather awkward especially when he leaned back to kiss me. I kissed him back but I know he could tell I was out of it and that there was something wrong. I felt really sorry for him making all this effort for my return. I couldn't exactly break up with him over my 'Welcome Back' cake and my favorite ever classical tracks. I felt my heart break in my chest for him and I pasted an excited smile on my face for his sake.
"Klaus, you didn't have to," I commented, as I scanned the table. Aside from the cake, there were other finger foods and I could see my little stereo system blasting my favorite classical tunes from the back. He'd also bought a bottle of champagne and it looked very classy indeed.
"I did," Klaus's voice was exactly the same as I remembered; it was the same voice which had once made my heart jump in a constant happy dance whenever I saw him, until I fell in love with Damon Salvatore. "I missed you so much… you can't even imagine,"
"I missed you too," I replied automatically, as Klaus slid his arms around me, pulling me close to him once more.
"I can't believe you're really here," He chuckled before he leaned down to caress my stomach, "I missed you aswell, my little angel…" He looked at me, "May I?" He asked, gesturing to my t-shirt.
I shrugged, "Go ahead," I watched as he prudently lifted my shirt up just enough to put his hand directly onto the baby bump, rubbing it gently in circles which actually soothed me. I made a comforting sound and Klaus grinned up at me.
"Do you like that, love?" He muttered, "Does it feel good?"
"Yes," I mumbled just as the image of Damon caressing my stomach and how he insisted the baby was his flitted through my mind. I pulled away immediately and Klaus shot me a surprised look.
"Are you okay?" He gently got to his feet but not before he slowly pulled my shirt back down to cover my bump. How noble of him… but what if what Caroline supposedly 'overheard' was correct… how noble was hiding your own daughter from your new girlfriend?
I nodded, "Yeah, I just want cake," I told him and Klaus smiled at me.
"Well, let me get you a big piece then," He rushed forward to make me a plate and I sighed and wondered how the heck I was going to get myself out of this mess.
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An hour later, I was actually pretty happy sitting there on the couch, having just been finished with my cake and a caramel macchiato that Klaus had rushed down to get for me when I got the craving for it. I still didn't know how I was going to break up with him when he was acting all perfect and everything and I definitely didn't know how to confront him about his daughter, if she existed that is…
"What plans do you have for today then?" I asked, looking at the clock on my wall: It was still 5:30 which was weird because I couldn't believe it was still the same day that Damon and I had travelled on. Our flight had been an early morning one though.
"Well, I was going to take you to Dr. Fell. I made an appointment for a check-up," Klaus informed me, looking up from the newspaper he was skimming.
"'kay," I muttered, "When's that exactly?"
"At 6… you should probably get dressed if you don't want to go in your travel clothes," He advised, shooting me a charming look.
I nodded, already getting up. "I'll take a quick shower too…" I added.
"Do you want me to join you?" Klaus wiggled his eyebrows at me and I shook my head, the image of Damon wiggling his eyebrows like that popping into my head.
"I'm good… I'm kind of tired… it'll be to Meredith's and then to bed for me," I put in the nicest way I could of turning his invitation down.
Klaus nodded, "See you in a bit then?" He asked, as I started towards my bedroom to get some clothes for after my much-needed shower. I could tell that this was going to be another one of those long days.
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I finished blow-drying my hair as quickly as I could because I hated going out with damp hair. Even though I knew it wasn't true about getting ill when leaving with wet hair, it still bugged me. So even if we were just going to the doctor's, I still had to make my hair dry in the quickest way I could. When I was done with my hair, I fastened my sneakers which I had paired with a pair of comfy light blue skinny jeans and a beige v-neck top. I didn't look half bad considering I'd been travelling.
I grabbed my purse with my essentials and then started out into the living room. I heard Klaus speaking so I guessed he was on the phone. I slowed down as I heard what he was talking about, "I said I'd come visit Bonnie when I can… it's not my fault you and my brother and Bon live in a different state… you're the one who insisted on moving right after you ran away with my younger brother," He sounded mad and I wondered instantly who he was talking to. He'd mentioned me which was weird… though it seemed that he was talking to Kol's fiancé, whatever her name was, I couldn't remember. "A, come on… you can't do that to me… you can't just cut me off from her, I won't allow it… I need to see Bonnie," I raised my eyebrows even more because why would Kol's fiancé want to keep Klaus away from me; this was just getting way too confusing for my liking.
I decided to make my entrance known and heard Klaus hurriedly terminate his phonecall. "Well, I have to go now… Talk to you about this later, goodbye," I heard him hang up.
"Klaus?" I played dumb, "Who was that?"
Klaus slid his phone into his pocket and smiled up at me, getting up off of the couch and flicking the TV off. "It was just a friend from work…" He lied in a way that stabbed me right to the core because who knew what else he'd lied about. I didn't know he was such a sly liar.
"Okay," I put on a pleasant face, "How do I look?" I twirled around, "The shirt's a little tight because of my bump but I guess I'll pick up some maternity clothes later,"
"You look amazing, my love," Klaus reached forward to kiss me tenderly on the forehead. "And I'll help you pick some out if you want,"
"That would be lovely… so how are we? Time-wise?" I slid my bag up my arm so it was balanced on my shoulder.
"It's 5 to 6, so just on time," Klaus looked pleased and I smiled back at him.
"Great… so Dr. Fell's?" I questioned, as we started towards my front door.
"Dr. Fell's it is," Klaus replied as I opened the door for us both and stepped through, ready to see my Dr. There was so much I needed her to do. One of them being finding out who my baby Daddy was. I wanted to know once and for all who the little child in my stomach belonged to. And Dr. Fell was the only one who could tell me that.
A/N: Well , I was going to make that longer but I figured I'd put Dr. Fell's visit and more into the next chapter cause this one was getting LONG lol. It's 6,900 words and that's . I hope you guys enjoyed that and I apologize for the delay!
THANKS to everyone who reviewed on the last chappy and those of you who kept pushing me to update; without your butt kicking, this chapter probably wouldn't have been up for a while… I hope you all liked this…
So Klaus isn't what he seems huh? Some of you probably saw that coming… but did you think he'd have a daughter? Do you think he DOES or was Caroline on the loopy juice ;) ? What do you guys think?
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Later,
Lily
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