XI
Grandmother.
The word floated around Abby's head, wormed its way into her brain and nestled itself there. But along with that word came doubt. There was no way Bonnie was a mother. She was still young and being a parent was something she needed to be after she graduated from college.
And yet, as she stared at the children before her; at the little girl with eyes that were shaped just like Bonnie's. The little boy who wore the same frown Bonnie did whenever she was not included in something or how both children had Bonnie's nose and the boy's lips were Bonnie's. She could see her daughter in these two children.
Bonnie giggled at her children before she looked at her mother. She looked like it was slowly sinking in that she was a grandmother. Eva looked overjoyed as she wrapped her grandson in a hug. The soft sobs she let out almost broke Bonnie's heart. How hard it had to be not to see your sons grow, but to also learn you had grandchildren as well; if Bonnie had gone through that, she probably would have lost her mind.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" Kat asked, stepping into her view. The medium looked nervous but was happy just the same that she got to see her family again.
"I'm alright," Bonnie told her, though she was happy she has just barely gotten grazed.
"Good," she said, giving her a slight shove. "Dante can't be a single parent. He loves those kids but I think him and Evan will have gone through a few fist fights before the kid's a teenager."
Bonnie headed over to her son, cuddling him close. Her movements were dramatic and the child made quite a protest trying to get away from her.
"Mom!"
"Not my sweet baby boy," cooed the witch in a sickeningly sweet voice. She blew a raspberry kiss into his cheek for a more dramatic effect and snickered when the boy all but scurried out his mother's arms and ran behind the legs of the closest person, who happened to be Damon.
The two witches shared a look before Kat surprised her and wrapped her arms around Bonnie. "Missed you," she murmured into her shoulder. With a tender smile, Bonnie returned the hug.
"Miss you too," she returned and pulled away. She glanced over at her mother in law, who was still in a bit of shock. "Eva, would you like something to drink? Water perhaps?"
"Tea is fine," she told her. "With some whiskey preferable."
"What, the shock of being a grandma that strong? Might wanna make a cup for your own mother then." Damon bit out, jabbing his finger at Abby. The vampire blinked at her name being dropped before she glanced down at the little girl again. Vera was looking at her, a frown on her face. She wasn't angry but she was trying to get a good read of the woman.
Bonnie turned her eyes on her mother. She had honestly forgotten she was there that fast. It was rather cold but she had no real attachment to Abby. She had done it more to try and extend an olive branch. But she could see that once the news sank in, Abby was going to deny it.
"No," Eva answered, her blue eyes cold. "More of being trapped in hell for twenty-two years. Finding out I'm a grandmother is actually the good part of this." She sent Bonnie a timid smile before looking at her two grandchildren, her smile morphing into a laugh when Evan kicked Damon in the shin.
"Let's get you that tea," Bonnie offered. Before she left the room, she added over her shoulder. "You're welcome as well, Abby. And as for everyone else, get comfortable. We're going to be here awhile."
"Your spell," Stefan nodded to her. He cleared his throat, "Do you want help?"
"No, but thank you. I think this a conversation that's needed." Bonnie said and continued her trek to the kitchen, her children, cousin, honorary sister, in-law and mother behind her.
Caroline and Elena shared a glance. They were going to have to break out Shelia's secret stash once this was over. They just hopes Bonnie was down for a private girl time vent.
It could do them all some good.
Silas was angry.
There was no other way to describe it. But if he could, angry was just the surface word. His magic was blocked and he had been confided to the house he was squatting in. So far, four hours had passed.
He was annoyed, and his hands were itching to get ahold of the witch who placed the spell. It had been too long since he felt this magic. Too long since he had the little witch in his grasp.
The day Bonnie Bennett slipped through his hands, he had been hellbent on finding her. He had even killed her father in hopes of bringing her out of hiding. No such luck on that front.
Now she was back. For what, he didn't know. But he knew one thing. Bonnie wasn't going to slip away again.
He would kill any and all who tried to take her from him. Power like hers came every so often.
And it would do wonders to rub it in Qetsiyah's face.