No One's POV

"Okay, next mix the cream cheese with the sugar." Brooklyn tells the eldest Original. "Like this, Finn." She instructs the oldest, both standing in the kitchen the next morning making breakfast together. "Now you try. I'll start on the batter."

"I used to help my mother cook." Finn tells Brooklyn, taking over the mixing.

"Did you enjoy it?" She questions as she mashes the berries for the drizzle that went over the crepes.

"At times. Other times it was simply a chore that had to be done." Finn answers in the quiet, calm way of his. "I prefer this."

"Good morning, Astin. Brother." Elijah greets his mate and elder brother as he walks into the kitchen, having followed his nose downstairs and delicious smells that were slowly wafting from the kitchen, now pausing to lean on the door frame.

"Morning, 'Lijah. Just in time. Breakfast is almost ready." Brooklyn smiles at Elijah, looking up from her task.

"Hmm? And, what are we having?" Elijah questions, his footsteps making their way into the kitchen so he can wrap his arms around Brooklyn.

"Crepes."

"I'm sure they will be delicious." Elijah answers, leaning in to skim his nose against Brooklyn's pulse point before moving to the coffee maker to get himself his morning coffee, the scene so terribly domestic and soft Brooklyn wondered when it had all happened.

"What do we have here?" Niklaus' voice questions, making Brooklyn look back up again, even Finn and Elijah swiveling their head to look over at the doorway.

"Morning Nik." Brooklyn says good morning to her best friend.

"Since when are you-" Niklaus makes some vague gesture between Brooklyn and Elijah. "You and him?"

"Eloquent as ever, Niklaus." Elijah offers mildly, but his eyes flash as if daring his brother to challenge him.

"Last night." Brooklyn offers, but does not expound on the answer.

"Oh. I see." Niklaus smirks, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"No!" Brooklyn scoffs, giving Niklaus a dirty look. "Get your head out of the gutter. You know, we're not all you, asshole."

"We're together, Niklaus." Elijah answers, as if the answer shouldn't already be obvious to the Hybrid; Niklaus may be denser than a rock about some things, but he could not deny the fact that Brooklyn smelled like his older brother and the same the other way around, they had slept in the same bed, after all.

"I see." Niklaus simply answers, his gaze slightly narrowing as if he couldn't quite find the correct answer to give. "I suppose congratulations are in order then…" He offers finally.