Pairing: Marcel-Rebekah/Davina (MF/f) hand, hair brush
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
New Orleans, Louisiana
French Quarter, The Compound
7:08am
Josh asked Davina about the pregnant werewolf blood.
"Davina, is it a possibly for the ritual instead of using a hybrid?" Josh asked as he caught her before school. He had made it to the tail end of the wedding the night before and stayed over.
"I really don't know, Josh. I would ask Aunt Freya right now, but it's kind of her honeymoon so I'd feel weird barging in. Can you ask her? I have to go to school sadly. But before I go, I have some news...I feel like we're moving back to Mystic Falls sooner rather than later," Davina admitted.
"What?" Josh said in shock. "But the factions will need Marcel more than ever with Father K. gone. I don't see how he can go."
"I don't know about that, but my mom was talking about a house and all this stuff last night. My dad is gone a lot here and sometimes it's just the two of us. It feels like we're always waiting for him to come home. I almost wonder if we'll move and he'll come up on weekends," Davina surmised.
"That could work. I could also visit you in Mystic Falls. I would be happy to get out of this humidity, but I don't want to leave Aiden, I guess. Davina, he's so freaked over his brother Tommy almost dying that he feels like they really need the moonlight rings. Like yesterday!" Josh exclaimed.
"I feel for them. Talk to Freya if or when she comes out of the room. If you can't, I'll call her later and then let you know. I have to go to school. I have an algebra test. Like how was I supposed to study with everything that happened yesterday?" Davina wondered.
Rebekah poked her head in, "Hi Josh, Davina, luv, you almost ready?"
"Yeah, Mom, I am. Bye, Josh," Davina said hugging him goodbye. Josh watched his beautiful, spunky witch friend go and hoped that she could stay in New Orleans a while longer.
Cami woke up and felt like she was in a dream.
Mrs. Niklaus Mikaelson. Mrs. Camille Mikaelson. Mrs. Cami O'Connell Mikaelson.
She hadn't even had time to think about her name, what would she go by. Her colleagues were covering her patient load, but she knew she would have to cut back on work. She always had a tendency to take on too much to begin with. Now, she would have to start putting her family first. Her family. Her thoughts darkened as she thought of Uncle Kieran.
"Good morning, my love," Klaus said softly.
"Oh Klaus, it is all real? It happened so fast. Uncle Kieran. His last thought was to marry us and give us his blessing," Cami smiled slightly.
"He was a good man. A true man of God and of New Orleans. He loved this city and the people loved him. He helped so many, it was astounding," Klaus said in awe.
"I know. Can you hear the baby today?" Cami asked anxiously.
"Yes, it's very faint, but it's there," Klaus said happily.
"Let's go back. I'm sure the children will need some time to adjust. I'd like to adopt them if they would like, at least Penny," Cami added.
"I'm sure Erik and Connor would be thrilled. Of course, Tyler's mother is still alive, Truly, I am not sure about Jeremy, he's been out of sorts lately. But we can talk about it with them and make it official," Klaus promised.
"I would like that," Cami smiled.
"I'm going to go get us some beignets and coffee. I'll get you half-caff, I think they call it," Klaus suggested.
"Merci, cher," Cami said falling back on the pillows.
Klaus got dressed and made his way to the hall. He ran smack into Josh.
"Joshua, you are up early," Klaus noticed.
"Oh, my wolf friends in the Bayou wanted me to ask Davina if a pregnant werewolf's blood might seal the ritual for the moonstone rings," Josh shared.
"Interesting. How are the wolves? Any news?" Klaus asked.
"Well, that vamp Diego almost ripped out my boyfriend's little brother's throat. He also beat up a wolf, you might know, Mason Lockwood, pretty bad," Josh divulged.
"Mason is still out there? I should talk to him. My son would love to see his uncle. Are you planning to head out to the Bayou anytime soon?" Klaus pressed.
"Sure, I can go now if you aren't busy," Josh offered.
Klaus nodded, "Let me arrange breakfast and I'll meet you in ten minutes."
Louisiana Bayou
An hour later Josh and Klaus were on their way through the brush to Mary's house.
Mary was struggling to hang her clothes on the line, but her twisted fingers were making it difficult.
"Hi Mr. Mikaelson, Josh, I was wondering what you was doing here now. Kids are all are school, or else they are supposed to be. What can we do for you out here? Usually, we deal with your son?" Mary said as they walked up to the house.
"Mary, Mr. Mikaelson wanted to stop by to catch Mason, "Josh said taking the wet clothes from Mary and starting to hand them.
"Just checking that no more vampires have tried to attack. I will personally see that Diego will never do that attack and I apologize. Is Mr. Lockwood around?" Klaus asked politely. He looked like a model out of a magazine with his expensive leather jacket and clothes, but yet he was comfortable here. Josh was decidedly not as comfortable as he swatted away bugs and stepped carefully to avoid snakes.
"Yeah, I'll get him," Mary said going into the house.
Mason came out warily, "Mr. Mikaelson, how are you?"
"Fine. I'm sorry to hear that vampires attacked you. Would you like to fly back to Mystic Falls with my family? I am surprised you are still here. I think Tyler needs to see you soon rather than later," Klaus added.
"Of course, it would be an honor. I feel like I need to see my nephew and my sister in law again. The wolves here are great, but I've been too long gone from home. Let me grab my stuff," Mason said quickly.
Klaus surveyed the Bayou. It was teeming with life all around him, yet he detected the scent of death lingering. This was a dangerous place, beautiful, but dangerous all the same.
Mary brought Klaus out a cold glass of water, "It's hot out here. Not an easy life, but it's home."
Klaus accepted the glass with thanks, "So much life out here. So pure. I can see why you stay. I will do all in my power to help you get those rings. Too many wolves have died. When my wolf side was suppressed, thanks to my mother's witchery, I felt unhinged. Some day I would very much like to turn here with your pack on the full moon."
"Wolves have been coming here from all around seeking an alpha. With packs warring, too many alphas have died. My grandson Jack and some of his friends have what it takes, but we are outnumbered by witches and vampires in the city. We just need to level the playing field," Mary spoke.
"Level it? With those rings, wolves could dominant. Covens bicker and implode and vampires crumple without a strong hierarchy, it is only wolves that flourish together in the pack and become stronger," Klaus said with conviction.
"But Marcel? The faction? What about the humans?" Mary wondered.
"Their leader is dead, Father Kieran. I would like to see the natural balance restored as much as possible. Many will not like it, but if it were not for my father seeking to avenge my birth on wolves everywhere, there would be many more wolves around," Klaus shared.
"The great purges? It that what you speak of? We passed down the stories of them from long ago, whole packs wiped out in a night. It seems like when packs forgot those stories and broke apart, that the infighting began," Mary mused bitterly.
"Indeed, Madam. Here is my private number, call me if you need my assistance. I have too long ignored my wolf ancestors. Out of the seven packs, too few remain. We must change that lest the witches and rogue vampires take over these lands that you have long held here," Klaus confirmed.
"Thank you. It has been rough out here. But now that the Crescent curse is broken, we can start again," Mary proposed.
"I hear about the idea that the blood of a pregnant wolf could maybe stand in for that of a hybrid. Could you arrange that for us, if needed?" Klaus asked.
"Yes, I believe so. As long as it didn't harm the mother or baby, of course," Mary added.
"Of course," Klaus nodded. "I will speak to my sister, Freya and Davina about it." Klaus sometimes didn't know whether to refer to Davina as his niece or his granddaughter.
Mason came out with his bags, "Diego and his crew smashed up my truck. It's not worth much anymore. Mary, thank you for your hospitality and saving my hide." Mason kissed Mary on the cheek and pressed a scrawled piece of paper in her hand.
"What's this?" Mary asked.
"My late brother's address in Mystic Falls. Just in case you need me," Mason said as he headed to the car with Josh and Klaus.
"The kids sure will miss you, Mason. I ain't gonna play football with them," Mary yelled after him.
"Tell Ollie to make sure he doesn't skip practice and Jack needs to hit the weight room. Hayley will keep an eye on them and Aiden and Tom," Mason hollered out the window.
"I'll tell 'em," Mary said, "Bye, Mr. Mikaelson. We'll see ya, Joshua."
"Call me Klaus," Klaus smiled, waving goodbye.
"Bye, now, Mary. Take it easy," Josh smiled as he backed up and headed back to the city.
Mikaelson Mansion
Lower Level
"Marcel, what do you think? We could finally built the house, just in Virginia. You know that is where I was born. We will still have the house here in the city. Come on, talk to me," Rebekah begged.
Marcel was distracted, "Sure, of course. Whatever you want."
"Marcel, you are not even listening," Rebekah said softly taking his hands.
"I can't stop thinking of Father Kieran. And I got news...Diego is dead. He blew himself up trying to kill Lily and the Heretics. One is dead, but Lily is okay. I guess Josette, Kai's twin was there? Jesus, Rebekah, I feel like this is my fault," Marcel said.
"He blew himself up? How is that possible?" Rebekah asked in horror.
"Diego must have broken into one of my safes and stolen some dark objects. I can't help but think this was a suicide mission. There is nothing vampires fear as much as fire and he apparently burned an entire house to the ground! At one time, Diego and Thierry Vanchure were my best guys. Now, if it wasn't for Josh, I don't even know who I could trust!" Marcel spat.
"Why? Diego made his choice. He was loyal to you until that got difficult. Alliances can involve difficult choices, and I suppose with his past, he couldn't abide that. I am sorry that this all happened, though," Rebekah said, comforting him by holding his face in his hands.
Marcel let Rebekah kiss him and then pulled away, "I am sorry. I am no good to anyone right now. I couldn't save Father K., one of my best guys goes rogue and is now dead. Apparently, Diego created a new crew of vamps, daywalkers. My guys found them holed up in some dump. I guess the ones who were too drunk to follow him to his ill-fated mission to Mystic Falls."
Rebekah was torn, she wanted Marcel to want to go back to Mystic Falls with her and build a home. Yet, she knew that he thrived as the King of New Orleans. Could both be possible?
"So, I was trying to tell you that I want us to build our dream home in Mystic Falls and move back there...But I know you also love this city and won't live it, especially with Father K. gone. What if you built your crew back up so they could run things for you. In time, Josh could be in charge. At first, you could spend weekends in Virginia and then eventually the week days," Rebekah suggested.
"So, it's interesting that you said that because the guys wanted to know what to do with these baby vamps. Apparently, there is a woman named Anjou who could be a strong leader, with some training. The others maybe have some potential. Diego always did have an eye for loyal soldiers. If I could teach Josh how to train this crew and they could help run the Quarter, yeah, your plan could work," Marcel smiled. He picked up Rebekah and spun her.
"Do I get a kiss for my cleverness?" Rebekah asked coyly.
"I believe you do. But then I need to talk to Josh and have these vamps shown to our dungeon. You know they aren't going to be very cooperative at first," Marcel acknowledged.
"Well, when they realize how much you care about the people here and all you do to protect everyone, they will want to join you. Oh, there's Josh and my brother right now. Who is that handsome wolf?" Rebekah giggled. Marcel cut his eyes at her and then grinned at the trio.
Rebekah went to see if Freya, Keelin, or Cami needed anything. They were packing to return to Mystic Falls within the hour.
Klaus filled in Marcel on everything he discussed with Mary.
"Papa, Rebekah has a plan for us to return. It does involve us building our dream house on the property. Is that okay with you?" Marcel prodded.
"Of course. There is plenty of room. I would be thrilled if we could be all together. Good luck training your new vampires. I am going to take my new bride home. Look after Sean. I love you, Son," Klaus said with emotion.
"I know, Papa, me too. Tell Uncle Elijah and Vanessa that I saw hi and I guess, Kol. I'm sure Tyler will be happy to have his uncle back. I'm going to catch Josh before he leaves," Marcel said.
Klaus, Cami, Freya, Keelin, and Mason Lockwood departed for Mystic Falls shortly after.
Marcel took Josh into his study. He started, "I have a big job for you. Are you up for a challenge?"
"Oh me? Yeah, of course. Hey, sorry to hear about Diego. I mean, he never liked me, but I know he was good to you for a long time," Josh said sincerely.
"Thanks, man. So Diego turned a nest of baby vamps. Some he took with him to Virginia, but the ones that you left behind are holed up. Some of our guys have them under guard now. I am wondering if you would like to be in charge of them and see if they would fit into our little army here," Marcel began.
"Wow, yeah, of course. We could use more muscle and frankly, more bodies on the street for security. What do I have to do?" Josh asked.
"Well, it's kind of a 24/7 thing. First, we probably have to keep them downstairs in the dungeon until we are sure they can be trusted. Then, you teach them the ropes. How to patrol, how to secure the area, how to make sure you aren't being followed, how to search an area, how to look for a missing person, and how to keep the city safe. You teach them how to be a vampire. You know, all the stuff I taught you," Marcel informed him.
"What's the catch? You make it some like I'm training them for the assistant manager at the Piggly Wiggly," Josh pressed.
"Baby vamps, Josh. They are impulsive, they are ruled by emotion like toddlers, they act up, they don't listen or want to obey. I used to use the garden to punish them, but I found it ineffective and time consuming. I found it better to treat them like naughty children," Marcel admitted.
"So, if they disobey me I am supposed to like ...spank them? Would they really submit to this? What's in it for them?" Josh wondered.
"I mean, you did, man. Why did you let me discipline you at first?" Marcel asked.
Josh flushed to recall his first months as a supernatural. Some of it was a blur, but Marcel's ministrations were very clear. He felt his nether cheeks tingle just talking about this. There was no way he could whack another vampire. None.
"I guess I trusted you. You guys all said most vampires don't make it through the first year. I felt out of control and having someone care helped. I don't know. Being turned just scrambled my brains and left me like a kid going through the terrible twos on crack. You also didn't give me a hell of a lot of choice, it happened so fast and then honestly...I felt better, cared for," Josh revealed sheepishly.
"That's it, Josh. You gotta do that. Care about them and be there for them. It takes a lot of time and effort, but it's worth it. These vamps, these men and women who are now immortal, will then be loyal and love you. They can become forces for good, rather than evil. They will be your crew," Marcel insisted.
"But did Diego do all this with them?" Josh questioned.
"I doubt it. I always treated Diego like a little brother or good friend. I depended on him and I never had to have a heavy hand with him. So he ran his crews through bribing them with partying and fun and even riches. That worked for him, to a certain extent. Every leader has his or her own style. Josh, if this doesn't work for you and there are other methods you want to try, feel free. But like I said, for a century, I tried almost everything and I found my way worked wonders," Marcel exclaimed.
Josh nodded, "If we can expand our crews and keep the city safe, I'll give anything a try. I just don't know if I can, you know, do everything you did."
Marcel grinned and patted Josh on the arm, "Josh, feel free to wall them up in bricks and let them starve for a few weeks...totally up to you. You're the boss now. You make the decisions. I promised Cami and my dad that I would look in on Klaus. The guys are bringing the new recruits around tonight."
Josh nodded and decided to go back to his place for some sleep. Boss, that had a nice ring to it. But he sure as heck didn't think he could be as firm as Marcel. Then, again, he also never thought he would be drinking blood and in love with a werewolf. Maybe...Josh thought as he left The Compound.
Upper Level
Rebekah went to check her phone. It was odd to have the house so quiet again. She couldn't believe that both her brother and sister got married on the same day. And the baby. If it wasn't for Davina, she would be jealous. But she and Marcel had a daughter now.
"Bloody hell!" Rebekah growled. Davina's school had called. They said it was urgent. That was never good.
Two Hours Later
Rebekah was so furious, she couldn't speak. They had driven home in stony silence.
"But Mom, it wasn't my fault!" Davina cried. "I know you are just going to freaking blame me anyway."
Rebekah's hand itched to slap her, but she took a deep breath and calmed down.
"Davina, I've very upset. It's not everyday that your daughter gets expelled from her very expensive private school for terrorist threats. You are lucky they didn't call the authorities. I had to bribe them!" Rebekah shouted.
Marcel bounded in the door, "What the hell happened? You said it was urgent!"
"Tell your father what you did!" Rebekah demanded.
"This boy was bullying my friend, so I said I was going to skewer him alive and then shoot his corpse. I didn't mean it. The headmaster heard me and I didn't like his tone...So I told him...," Davina stopped cold.
"Tell him, young lady," Rebekah insisted.
"I told him to fuck off and that the school was a shitty place filled with bullies and assholes. I might have threatened to poke him with a spork but he's big fat bully himself! Daddy, I was mad! I wanted to do a spell, but I didn't," Davina whined.
"Who was this friend?" Marcel asked.
"His name is Kaleb Westphall. He's new. The other boys were calling him a bad name," Davina said quietly. "It's so bad that Kaleb is thinking of transferring to public school."
"What, D.?" Marcel pressed.
"A fag! And you know how angry that makes me! I told him about Josh and they just kept laughing," Davina exclaimed.
Rebekah frowned, "That is wrong and very upsetting. Did you report it to a teacher or another adult?"
"Mom, it's high school! It doesn't work like that. That prick and his friends deserved it! I had to do it," Davina insisted.
"No, you didn't," Marcel said seriously. "Tell me the rest please."
"I might have pushed the asshole a little. Well, he fell down a couple of steps but he wasn't hurt. His pants fell down harmlessly..and he's the headmaster's son. I am not going back there. I am done with that place," Davina shot back.
"Davina, this state is ranked 50th in terms of public schools. Is that the kind of education you want to get?" Rebekah asked quietly.
"Better than what you got," Davina retorted.
Rebekah recoiled. School didn't exist in her day and girls were not educated as they were today.
Marcel recalled the last time he lost his temper with daughter and swatted her in front of Elijah. He gripped the table in front of him to avoid doing anything rash.
"Davina! I don't know what you are trying to pull here, but it is not going to work. You can apologize right now. This discussion is not over. But I do think we need to discuss what we are going to do going forward. Head up to your room. You're not going out for the rest of the day so you might as well take your bath and put your pajamas on," Marcel said evenly.
"Sorry, but I am getting blamed here for doing the right thing!" Davina wailed as she threw her book bag on the floor.
"Phone!" Rebekah said sharply.
Davina stopped and huffed loudly. She took her phone out and dramatically handed it over to Rebekah.
"Davina, we want the best for you. But you have to learn how to control yourself. Let's not make this worse, " Rebekah begged.
"Too late!" Davina wailed as she sobbed her way upstairs.
Marcel said heavily on the chair in the kitchen.
"Expelled! Is there anyway to get her back in that place?" Marcel pressed.
"Marcel, the guy was ready to call the Parish police. I had to bribe him. I couldn't compel him because there were too many people around. Plus, the boy was his son. Little homophobic brat! I see Davina's point, her friend was being called awful names, but she can't behave like this," Rebekah fumed.
"I know, babe. But that public school? God, isn't that where Josh's boyfriend Aiden and the other wolves go? It will be a real wake up call for D. She'd have to ride the bus," Marcel said.
"It'd only be for a few months more, if we do move back. But who is this 'Kaleb Westphall' fellow? She never mentioned a new friend before. Now, she's getting expelled over him?" Rebekah scoffed.
"I don't know. The other question is, how do we handle this. I mean, expelled from school? She doesn't even seem to think she did anything wrong!" Marcel commented.
"I think you ought to put her over your knee for a good warm up and then I'll follow up with my hair brush. Frankly, I'm not even sure that is enough for this. She didn't physically attack anyone, except for that push, but she was close. She's been on edge and not cooperating lately. Every little request is a battle," Rebekah revealed.
"If she doesn't cooperate tonight, she can get another licking tomorrow. She's going to have to learn that there are consequences for her misbehavior. We've been giving her plenty of chances to be a kid and all that...You know what, I think she was lying when she said she didn't do any spells. Did you catch that?" Marcel remarked suddenly.
"That was something there. You don't think this Kaleb could be a witch, do you? Someone may have been doing magic. They were very on edge when I got there. Something else may have happened. I'm not sure," Rebekah said tentatively.
Marcel frowned, "Are you sure we shouldn't just call the therapist? He'll probably blame us for this."
"That damn therapist is full of shit. I feel like he is making her worse," Rebekah admitted.
"Me, too. We can alway go back to Cami again. At least she understands the situation," Marcel said.
"True. Okay, enough stalling. Let's do this and then we can work on getting her enrolled in another school," Rebekah said firmly.
Rebekah and Marcel came in together and found Davina crying on her bed. She had a thin cotton pajama set that had a button down shirt and long pants. Davina had pulled her hair up into a pony tail. Without her make up and jewelry on, she looked younger and too innocent to have gotten in so much trouble today.
"You wanted me away from Kol. I found a new friend and I helped him and now I'm out of that stupid school. Like you're blaming me for everything," Davina sobbed.
"You know that's not true. You did something wrong and are going to get punished. How else could you have handled it?" Marcel asked simply. He sat on the side of Davina's bed where he planned to spank her in a moment.
"We could have walked away," Davina admitted.
"Why didn't you?" Rebekah asked.
"Kaleb, um, he's a witch. He might have done a small spell on the guy dropping his pants. We didn't know he would notice us laughing at him," Davina said turning and looking at her parents.
"You know, your friend sounds liable in this incident too. Did he get in trouble?" Marcel asked.
"Please don't drag him into it. I don't want him to get in trouble. Please," Davina begged.
"You are getting the hair brush tonight. And quite frankly, if we don't see some cooperation and an improvement in your attitude, we're going to have to be a little stricter," Rebekah threatened.
"No, Mommy, please. I'm sorry," Davina cried harder and flipped over to sob.
Marcel was done, "Okay, D., that's about enough of this carrying on. You aren't going out for an Academy Award. Now, let's get you over my lap so we can have our discussion."
"Dad, y-your n-not funny," Davina wailed.
"I think I am. Come on, let's get this over with. Like Mom said, you cooperate and it's gonna go better. You fight your punishment and it's gonna be worse," Marcel warned as he grabbed Davina and put her over his knees.
"Daddddy, no," Davina tried again. Marcel ignored her pleas and tapped her behind a few times with his large hand.
"You're lucky you are just getting a spanking tonight. Making a threat like that in school could have gotten you in big trouble with the police, " Marcel lectured as he continued tapping. Marcel glanced at Rebekah who indicated that he needed to start spanking.
"But I d-ddididn't," Davina argued. POP!
Marcel swatted Davina hard over the seat of her pajama pants causing her legs to kick out and her to immediately began to thrash around. POP!
Marcel spanked her again just as hard as the first one.
Davina yelped and began kicking and bicycling as Marcel began to swat softer and slower. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
After spanking Davina for a minute in a slow and methodical fashion, Marcel needed to see if he needed to continued.
"These pants are coming down, honey," Marcel said gently.
Davina howled and fought him harder, Marcel pinned her hands behind her and slipped down her pants down with his right hand. They were only slightly pulled down, but enough that he could judge the condition of her backside.
"A little pink, but we have a ways to go," Marcel said as he looked at the areas below Davina's white nylon underpants. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Davina cried and thrashed to attempt to block Marcel's unceasing hand, but the spanking continued. Davina's bottom felt like she sat on a hot stove covered in sand paper.
Marcel swatted from cheek to check until Davina was showing spots of a brighter pink.
Marcel stood up Davina and held her hands.
"You got spanked for threatening someone and fighting today, not for defending your friend," Marcel clarified. "Now Mom is going to spank you for the rest of your poor behaviors."
Rebekah had pulled over the armless, wooden vanity chair. She pulled her her wide, square brush from her back paddle.
Davina tried to avoid being placed face down over her mother's lap for the second part of her spanking. Davina's hands reached the ground and Rebekah took a moment to arrange her.
Marcel quietly left and Rebekah pulled down Davina's underwear to bare her bottom. Rebekah rested the flat of the hair brush on the center of Davina's cheeks.
"This is for misbehaving at school, lying, and getting expelled," Rebekah reminded the young witch.
Davina begged for a reprieve, but it was too late. Rebekah had already lifted the brush to commence the second portion of the punishment.
Pop!
Davina screamed and tried to gain purchase on the floor with her feet but her legs were just out of reach. Rebekah paddled Davina firmly and steadily from cheek to cheek.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
She stopped after five swats to just her daughter a little break.
"Almost done, baby," Rebekah promised.
"S-Sorry, please stop," Davina yelled.
Pop!
Rebekah gave her another flurry of swats and stopped.
Crack! crack. crack. crack. crack.
"Okay, luv. All done. No more. I won't paddle you anymore," Rebekah promised. She rubbed her back and gave her a few minutes to calm down.
"Come on, let's get you in bed. You can take a little nap and we'll come up with a plan later for your school, " Rebekah said. She lifted Davina off her lap and onto the bed leaving her pants down. Marcel wouldn't come in until the door was opened.
"Mommy, stay with me, please," Davina begged. She let Rebekah wipe off her face briefly.
"Of course," Rebekah said as she got in the bed next to Davina. Davina got in face down on her bed to avoid her smarting backside.
"I kind of l-like him, Kaleb...not love, but I guess it's a crush," Davina admitted.
"I guessed that," Rebekah smiled. "We love you so much. It's hard to see you do things like this that could affect your future, you know?"
"Yeah, I guess," Davina admitted.
Rebekah covered them both with a blanket and texted Marcel that he could come in. Marcel came in and lay on the other side of the bed.
"She's gonna be okay?" Marcel asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Rebekah answered.