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Chapter 1
BedBug

Elena Gilbert woke up in the early hours of the fall, Monday morning. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand as an ongoing clang of the London Bell Tower, Big Ben, went through repeat. She fumbled to shut off the bothersome noise that reminded her it was 7am, time to start a new day.

When her thumb finally found the snooze button she sighed out in relief and dropped the phone back down. It took her a brief moment to come to her senses before she flipped onto her back and stared at the popcorn ceiling of her bedroom.

"Hey, bedbug, rise n' shine." She mumbles sleepily, nudging the foot close to her's and hopefully arousing the still sleeping human.

"5 more minutes, mommy." Whispered the girl, mushing her face into her pillow and placing a hand over her mother's face.

"Nope, it's Monday." Elena chimed, kissing the small hand and then sitting up in bed and dragging the small girl onto her lap. "Come on Will, we've got school and work." She reminded her daughter, kissing her olive skinned forehead.

"Alright." Willow smiled faintly in her half asleep – half awake state. "You forgot something though." She whispered, giving a small giggle as she opened her eyes to stare at her mom.

"And what have I forgotten?" Elena asks her 4 year old, furrowing her eyebrows playfully.

"I don't have school today." At this Elena tossed her head back and shut her eyes.

"And to think we could have slept in longer." She said disgruntledly, slipping down the bed again and covering the two up with the white sheets.

"But I'm awake now." Willow teased; Elena shushed her child and hugged her close as if the petit child was a personal teddy bear.

"No you're not." She corrected.

"Yes I am." Willow replies surely.

"Nope."

"Yup." And to make a point, Willow broke free from her mother's hold and began jumping on the bed, giggling intensely when her mother rose as well and jumped around with her, throwing the pillows back and forth while the comforter below them crumpled around their feet.

Willow's small feet hooked on the sheets and she went down quickly, Elena following with a pillow landing on her daughter's rear.

"No fair!" Willow demanded between laughs. "I was down, you aren't allowed to throw pillows." She said, tossing the pillow back and untangling her feet from the bedspread.

"I'm sorry." Elena said, collapsing cross-legged next to her fuzzy hair kid and pulling her into her arms. "I love you bug."

"I love you too, mommy." Willow wrapped her arms around her mom's neck and embraced herself in the warmth of the hug. She loved her mom, and her mom loved her. It was the two of them. Happily living a simple life with as many smiles and few tears.

"So you want to come with me to the art studio?" Elena asked, releasing the hug and reaching for the small toy dog that Willow adored.

"Yeah." Willow said, accepting the toy and hugging it close as she climbed off the bed. Elena followed and the two got to work, striping the disheveled sheets from the bed and remaking it to look all new.

"Does it look Ikea worthy?" Elena asks, placing the final pillow down.

"Yup, perfect for their winter catalogue." Willow said, nodding with her mother at their work.

"Breakfast?" Elena asks.

"Breakfast." Willow agreed, taking her mom's hand and walking down the stairs, jumping the last two with a gleeful skip.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Cereal!" Willow chirped, heading for the cereal cabinet. She pulled herself onto the countertop effortlessly and swung open the door, revealing the assortment of cereal choices. "Cheerios, are the best-ios." She sang gleefully, pulling the yellow box down. Elena laughed silently, enjoying her little girl's happiness. She loved that girl with so much passion, even the name brought a spark of light to her eyes. She gave all she could to Willow and got it all back in those amazing moments she could spend with her. Despite being 22 with a 4 year old, she never worried about people's judgment of her age, or the fact that she was alone, raising the child without the father. If anything, she was grateful he was gone, what kind of influence would he have been to her? Besides, she loved her life right now, despite the few struggles that occur every so often, she cherished all she had.

"Can you pour the milk?" Elena asked with a raise of her eyebrow as her small daughter struggled to grab the carton.

"Yup." Willow said with a determined glare at the bowl, aiming with great precision. The milk began to fall over the cheerios, filling to the middle of the bowl and then stopping. "I did it!" Willow cried excitedly, tipping the milk back and smiling at her mess free work.

"Good job." Elena laughed, kissing Willow's head and reaching for the milk.

"No mommy, I want you to have this one. You make a lot for me so I want to make this for you." She explained, sliding the already made bowl to her mom and smiling at her with her gentle blue eyes.

"Thank you bug." She said, her heart clenching at the generosity as her hand ran over her daughter's head.

Once again Willow poured the milk and successfully kept the milk in the bowl giggling with pride when she noticed.

"To an accomplished, mess free breakfast." Elena said, holding her spoon out. Willow hit the convex end of her spoon against her mother's and then indulged in her breakfast, wiggling her feet back and forth at her bar stool.

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After breakfast, Elena and Willow both got ready for the day, Elena assisting her daughter by putting her long curls into a ponytail.

"What are you going to bring to the class?" Elena asked as she tied Willow's shoes and reached for the small backpack.

"Just Poppy and my colouring pencils." Willow replied, placing the toy dog carefully into the bag and tossing her box of pencils in as well.

"Is that all?" Elena asked, zipping the bag shut. Willow nodded as she chose her red coat and slipped her thin arms into it.

"Can you help me zip please?" Elena gladly obliged and helped with the zipper, sliding the backpack onto Willow's shoulders and grabbing her coat and purse.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah!" Willow gave a jump of excitement and ran for the door, her mom close behind as the two headed for the sidewalk and began their journey to the art studio.

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-Valentina