Good Times = Bad Times (Part 2)
Kayla's POV
For the second time today, I wake up feeling lousy. The aspirin I had taken earlier must have worn off. With a banging headache, I drag my feet as I walk to the kitchen, my head in my hands, in search of Stefan. I need him to get me some more aspirin.
I groan out loud when I see Damon instead of Stefan. He is standing at the island with a tea towel slung over his shoulder, chopping vegetables.
"Good, you're up. Sit." Damon says upon seeing me.
"Woof!" I reply, rolling my eyes and immediately regretting it as it makes my head hurt more.
I am awarded with a confused look off Damon.
"What the hell was that?" He asks me.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I thought we were doing some weird role play, where I was a dog and you were my master, giving me commands.
"Just shut up and sit down." He shakes his head at me. "Come to think of it, putting a leash on you might not be a bad idea?!"
"You know, you were so funny then, that I actually forgot to laugh!" I retort.
I take a seat at the table, resting my head in my arms.
"Still not feeling good, huh?" He asks, continuing to chop the vegetables.
"Nope." My answer comes out muted.
"That's what happens when you consume alcohol. It doesn't feel so good, does it?" God! I can hear him smirking as he speaks.
I don't reply, choosing to wallow in my self-inflicted misery.
"Where's Stefan?" The constant thudding is getting too much for me.
"He came home, then went out again. Why?" He finally stops chopping.
"When will he be back?" I lift my head to look at him.
"I don't know. Again, why?" He throws the tea towel down before walking towards me, stopping on the opposite side of the table, placing both his hands, palms down, and leans towards me.
His penetrating gaze is making me feel uneasy.
"I need an aspirin and I don't know where Stefan got them from when he gave me two earlier."
"Is that all?" He stands up straight, making me sit up so I can see him without having to strain my eyes looking up at him. "Why didn't you just ask me?"
"Honestly, you seem like you would rather me suffer than have the temporary relief of a painkiller."
There is an awkward silence between us before he finally breaks it.
"Is that really what you think of me?" I don't know why he is acting so shocked, he has done nothing but cause me pain since I arrived.
"Well, yeah." I wait for him to say something, when he doesn't, I continue. "Since I first met you, you have sp-punished me," I really don't want to say the word 'spanked'! "You've tried to rip my heart out, punished me some more, had Stefan punish me and now you're planning on punishing me again. Seriously, what do you expect me to think?"
An awkward silence once again falls over us.
"So... do you have an aspirin?"
He leaves the room and is back in less than a minute, holding two aspirins out for me to take.
"What drink would you like?" He offers as I take the pills. "Juice? Milk?"
"I'll have a coffee, please?"
"No you won't. Coffee is bad for kids." I stare at him in disbelief.
"Your kidding? It's just coffee Damon!" A hot cup of coffee would go down good right now.
"No, I'm not. There is too much caffeine in it and you bouncing off of the walls is something I can't be bothered with."
"Bouncing off of the walls? Damon, I'm fourteen - not four!"
"I. Don't. Care. Juice or milk?" He retrieves a glass before walking to the fringe, waiting by the door for my answer.
"Water." I give him the best pissed off look I can muster.
It takes about twenty minutes for the magic of the tablets to kick in, turning my pounding headache into a dull ache.
"What are you making?" I ask, referring to the big pot Damon is currently stirring with a large wooden spoon.
"Vegetable soup. Soup is always good when you're not feeling well." He tells me. This takes me by surprise. He is making home-made soup to make me feel better? That's kinda... sweet?
"You cook?" I say, sounding surprised.
"I'm 160 sum years old. Of course I can cook! Plus, my Italian roots demand it."
"You're of Italian descent? I didn't know that." Its crazy that I haven't got a clue where my roots are!
"What, the name Salvatore didn't clue you in?" He gives me a genuine smile.
It's little moments like this that makes me wonder what it would have been like growing up with him around.
"So..." I say, not really wanting to end the moment, but wanting to know what he is going to be doing for the rest of the day. "What are your plans for the day?"
"Nothing," he simply states.
"Nothing? What do you mean "nothing"? You just gonna like, meditate all day or something?"
"What I mean is, you strange little child, that I have no plans." Riiight. Duh!
""Strange little child?" Well, you know what they say - 'the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!'" It's my turn to smirk at him.
"How about we have a 'Netflix and Chill' day?" Damon asks after tasting and seasoning the soup, before letting it simmer on the stove.
"Only if we can watch that scary movie with Harry Pothead in?"
"What movie do you mean? And who on earth is Harry Pothead?" He asks.
"'The Woman in Black' and he is Ron Dweebsley's friend." I tell him.
"I know of the movie, but I am completely lost with the characters." He informs me.
"Don't worry... it's 'cause you're old!" I giggle.
Damon's POV
"Ouch!" I put my hand over my heart, pretending to be hurt by her comment, before vamping over to her and quickly throwing her over my shoulder. "If I was that old, I wouldn't be able to do this!" I get a screech in response.
"Hey! Put me down old man," she says to me as I start walking towards the living-room. "I don't want to be held responsible for breaking a senior citizens back!" She giggles.
I can't help the smile that takes over my face on hearing her laugh.
"Are you really going to call me a "senior citizen" while you're in this position?" I joke, giving her a light tap on her upturned bottom. I am awarded with more laughing.
"You do realise that from my "position", I can easily give you a wedgie, right?" It is my turn to laugh this time.
I gently lower her to her feet by the sofa, before going over to turn the TV on, whilst she inelegantly flops down onto the sofa.
"Come on Grandad, hurry up. It's almost your bedtime." Her jokes keep on coming.
"Carry on with the old jokes, and it'll be your bedtime!"
We're half an hour in to the movie, both of us are sharing the same sofa - sitting at opposite ends - and I can't help but be amused by Kayla's actions. Judging by the way she has her legs pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them and the amount of times she has jumped - she is obviously scared, yet she can't keep her eyes off of the screen. They are practically glued to it.
I am enjoying this alone time with Kayla, thanks to my know-it-all little brother. This is exactly what we both needed - a little time to get to know each other without other people getting in the way.
"The soup should be done. Do you want some now, or..." I offer.
"Um, yes please." She doesn't even look away from the movie.
I stand up to get it when when she stop me.
"Wait. Don't be long, okay?" She finally looks at me.
"Sure. I'll be as quick as I can." I tell her.
I realise how scared Kayla really is of the movie, an evil smirk forms on my face as I think of a prank I can play on her.
After retrieving a black sheet from the linen closet, I stealthily creep behind her before draping it over my body. She hasn't noticed me with being so engrossed in the movie. Leaning over to her, I whisper next to her ear in a screechy voice - "Michaela" before wrapping my sheet covered arms around her.
"AHHHHHH" she screams, her arms and legs trying to fight me off. "DAAAAAADDD!"
I immediately let her go, stepping away from her, shocked to hear her refer to me as 'Dad' for the first time. I yank the sheet away from me before looking at her. Seeing her terrified face look back at me makes me feel really guilty. I never want to see her looking so afraid again - especially towards me!
"Woah, woah, woah. It's just me." I try to calm her down.
"Damon?" She pauses for a few seconds before regaining her self control. "What the heck was that? Why would you do that to me?" She throws a cushion and it bounces off of my chest.
"Kayla, I'm so sorry. It was just a bad joke. I didn't think you would react like that."
I walk around the sofa, slowly, and sit next to her, putting my hand on her shoulder. She stiffens beneath my touch.
"I'm really sorry. I promise to never do anything like that again!" She relaxes a little bit.
"Yes, well, make sure you don't! I nearly had a snickers in my knickers!"
We settle back down to watch the end of the movie. I keep my position next to Kayla, and slowly she positions herself so her side is resting against mine. Putting my arm around her, she leans her head on top of my upper arm - not taking her eyes off of the screen.
Kayla's POV
I can't believe Damon has just scared me like that! What I dick! I know it's ridiculous that I am scared of a movie - it being fake and me being half vampire and all - but I am. I snuggle closer to him, not knowing how he will react and to my surprise, he puts his arm around me. It's a comforting gesture, one that I feel very grateful for.
God! I still can't believe I called him Dad?! What the hell is wrong with me? He hasn't brought it up, so I will just pretend that I never.
The movie ends and we are both still sitting together.
"Damon?" I turn my head to look at him. "What happened to my soup?" I am beyond hungry now. Realisation crosses his face.
"Oh, right. Crap! I forgot." Removing his arm from around me, he gets up to leave.
"Yeah, um... I think I'll come with you this time." I follow him.
"Still scared?" He asks me.
"No! I'm freaking petrified! Did you see that scary bitches face?" A shudder runs through my body. He laughs out loud at me, puts his arm around my shoulder and walks to the kitchen with me.
After finishing my bowl of soup, which I ate at super speed, I wait for Damon to finish his.
"That was delicious!" I tell him, taking my bowl over to the sink.
"I gathered that! You hoovered it down." He smirks at me.
"Sorry! I was just so hungry." The human side of me craves food just as much as the vampire side of me craves blood.
"Would you like another bowl?" He offers.
"Nah, I'm good now. Thanks anyway!"
As soon as Damon finishes his, he washes both of our bowls before turning back to me.
"You want to watch another movie?"
"How about Sinister 2?" I ask him.
"Is it a horror?"
"Obviously!"
"Then no!" I stare at him, my face pulled in to a scowl.
"Why?"
"You're not watching another one. You are scared enough as it is." He says, trying to end the conversation.
"Aw, come on..." I whine, "don't be such a dick!"
"Watch your mouth!" He warns, "I said no and that's final!"
I walk away from him, towards the living-room, when I suddenly have a mental image of that scary bitch in black waiting to grab me as I pass through the open door, so I stop moving and wait for Damon to catch up to me. I exhale a breath I didn't even know I was holding as I feel his presence next to me.
We both decided to watch 'Grown Ups'. I am glad we did, as all the tension was gone as we both laughed at the jokes. Damon laughed his head off at the 'toezilla' remark. I have to admit, it was pretty funny! Damon made me laugh when he covered my eyes as David Spades character walked up the stairs with his bum on show. I mean, it's not like I have never seen a mans ass before - on TV anyway.
"What are you two laughing at?" A voice asks from behind me. I jump, turning around to see who it was.
"Oh, hey Stefan!"
"Hey brother!" Damon and I say at the same time. I seriously didn't even hear him come home.
"We're just watching a movie. Come and watch the end with us?" I say, scooting over on the sofa and making room for him.
It's not long before Stefan is joining in with our laughter.
"I would love to go to a waterpark like that," I say as the scene finishes.
"What? You've never been to a waterpark?" Stefan asks me.
"Nope." I answer. "Mum was always careful with her money. The only places we ever went was Wales and Ireland."
"I'll take you to one of you'd like?" He offers.
"Really?" I can barely contain my excitement at the thought.
"Of course!" I jump up, throwing my arms around him in a hug.
"I would love that!" I tell him, unable to stop the smile that takes over my face. Stefan is so cool!
"That settles it. We'll go in a couple of weeks. I'll ask Elena and Jeremy if they would like to join us." He say, looking pleased with himself.
After the movie ends, I hear Stefan whisper to Damon that he needs a word with him in the kitchen.
"Find another movie and we will be back in a minute." Damon says, standing up. Stefan follows his lead.
I quickly put on the first movie that shows up - 'Stepbrothers' - before sneaking over to the closed door, separating the kitchen and me, and press my ear against it.
""What do you mean Klaus is back in town? I thought he was in New Orleans?" Damon shrieks.
"He was, but now he's back." Stefan answers.
"What does he want?"
"I don't know?! Probably more of Elena's blood."
"Over my dead body! He almost killed her last time."
What the actual hell?! Why does this Klaus fella need Elena's blood? Holding my ear to the door, I resume my earwigging.
"It doesn't matter, Damon. You need to leave. If klaus was to find out about Kayla, he would use her to get to us!" Stefan tells Damon.
"I can't just leave, Stefan. We can take him down." Damon says, sounding exasperated.
"Yes, you can, Damon. You have to for her sake." Stefan replies.
I have had enough of listening to their conversation, now I want a part of it. Opening the door, none too gently, I purposely walk into the kitchen. Two sets of eyes immediately zone in on mine.
"Time to explain," I say, crossing my arms over my chest. "Who exactly is klaus? Why does he want Elena's blood? And what would he do to me to get to you?" I stare determinedly at Damon.
Stefan's POV
I share a look with Damon, before looking back to Kayla. Letting out a long sigh, I look back to my brother.
"We have to tell her, Damon. It's safer if she knows." I tell him. A look of resignation crosses his face before he nods at me.
"Okay. Take a seat, Kayla." He points her towards one of the chairs surround the kitchen table before taking a seat for himself. I sit down next to him.
I listen as Damon explains to Kayla about who Klaus is, what he is and what it is he wants. I winced as he admitted to not knowing what Klaus would do to her if he found out she existed. Images running through my mind of that sick bastard torturing her just to get to us.
Kayla seems to be taking the information in her stride. She is such a brave girl. I admire her courage but when it comes to Klaus, fear would be the best emotion for her to have.
"So... what happens now then?" Kayla asks me. "I heard you saying that we have to leave?" I nod at her. "No. I don't want to go. I like it here."
"Sweetheart, it won't be for long. Just until Klaus leaves." I try to placate her.
"Yeah, we'll be back before you know it." Damon also tells her.
I can see tears building up behind her eyes.
"When are we leaving and who is coming?" She directs this question towards Damon.
"We will leave tomorrow and it will be just the two of us."
"Why? Why can't we all just leave together? Us three, Elena and Jeremy? That way he can't get to any of us and we will all be safe!" A single tear rolls down her face before she swiftly wipes it away with her sleeve.
Kayla's POV
I just don't understand why we all don't just leave? It makes sense, right?! Get away from the evil hybrid dick who wants to hurt Elena and possibly me?
"If Klaus really is here for more of Elena's blood, and she leaves with us, he will coming looking for her and find out about you. And he will still want what he came for. It's better if we just leave and trust that Stefan will keep Elena safe here." Damon tries to convince me.
I'm scared for Stefan. From what Damon just told me about Klaus, he wouldn't think twice about killing him. I've only just got to know him - I don't want to lose him! It looks like I have no choice but to leave, 'cause from the time I have known Damon, I am pretty sure he will just drag me out, kicking and screaming if I refuse to go. This is so not fair! With a loud huff I stand from my chair.
"Fine! I guess I'll have to go and pack then?!"
"Good idea! Hurry up, though, as I don't want you out of my sight for longer than necessary!" He calls to me as I leave the kitchen.
I sneak out of the boarding house and make my way to Elena's. Maybe I will have better luck convincing her to come with us. I don't care if klaus follows us. We would have a better chance if there where more of us for him to try and take down. And I'm pretty sure Damon is stronger than Stefan anyway!
I give four, hard knocks on Elena's front door and wait for her to open it.
"Kayla, what are you doing here?" Well that's a nice welcome, eh?!
"Elena, we need to leave and you and Jeremy need to leave with us?" I tell her in one rushed breath.
"Does Damon know that you're here?" I stare at her. What has that got to do with the price of fish?
"What...? No, but, does that even matter?" I stutter over my words. "Please, Elena. You have to convince them to leave with us. It's not safe for you or Stefan."
Elena turns her back on me and heads towards her kitchen.
"Would you like a drink?" She offers. Is she for real? I've just told her that we need to leave 'cause it's not safe and she offers me a damn drink?
"No. I don't want a fucking drink, didn't you hear what I just said?" Frustration and annoyance clear in my tone.
"Well, I do, so come with me." She says in a nonchalant tone. This girl needs her head seeing to!
I follow her into the kitchen but refuse to take a seat. I see her typing something on to her phone but think nothing of it.
"Are you sure you don't want a drink?" She offers again. I just shake my head no, refusing to give her a verbal response.
I spend the next 5 minutes practically begging her to leave with us, before the sound of her front door opening halts my pleas. Damon comes in to view seconds later.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He demands.
"What are you doing here?" I return the question. He doesn't answer me and one quick look at Elena tells me it was he who she was texting earlier. "You told him?"
"I'm sorry, Kayla, but..." she tries to explain.
"You sold me out!" I interrupt her.
"Come on. We're leaving." Damon says, grabbing my upper arm.
"No." I say, trying to pull my arm free.
"I said, we're leaving!" He tightens his grip on me.
With a lot of futile struggling, I give up on trying to break free.
"Damon, no. I don't want to!"
"Get your butt out that door before I throw you over my shoulder and carry you out myself." He commands.
"I said fucking no, didn't..." before I have a chance to continue, Damon roughly throws me over his shoulder and is storming out of the house. His car is waiting on the road outside.
He carries me to the car before unceremoniously dumping me in the passenger seat. Pulling on the seatbelt to strap me in, I push away his hands.
"I can do that myself, Damon. I am not an invalid!"
"Don't push your luck, little girl. You are in enough trouble as it is!" He warns me. I relent and let him fasten me in like I'm a toddler.
Damon's POV
What the hell was she thinking? We have just told her about Klaus, about what he is capable of and the first thing she does is run off. It's taking all the restraint that I have to not throw her over my knee and spank her in to next week. Walking around the car to get in on my side, I shut the door with too much force and I feel the car shake.
I try to force myself to calm down, but one look in Kayla's direction and I can feel my anger flare. I notice that if the grip I have on my steering wheel was any tighter, it would break it, so I release it before speeding away, wanting to get her home before I break my car.
Thankfully, the kid has enough self-preservation to not talk during the car ride and we are home - thanks to my speeding - quicker than we normally would be.
I skid to a stop once we are outside the boarding house and vamp around to Kayla's side of the car, not wanting to give her the chance to run away. I have a grip of her before she has even had the time to release her seatbelt.
Pulling her away from the car and passed the front door, I swap hands and swing my right arm, giving her an almighty swat to her behind that propels her forward a few steps.
"Get up them stairs and get to your room, now! Pack your things and don't even think of taking one step outside of your bedroom. Do you hear me?" She nods her head at me before rushing up the stairs, stomping her feet on every step. I can tell she is pissed, but if anyone has got the right to be pissed - it's me! I need a drink!
Stefan is waiting by the drinks table, a glass of bourbon in both hands, one held out in my direction.
"Thanks brother." I say, taking the offered drink.
We stand in silence, Stefan obviously letting me collect my thoughts.
"What am I going to do with her, Stefan? She is so hard headed!"
"You know what to do, brother," he says, patting me on the shoulder.
"I know, it just..." I pause mid-sentence, unsure of what I want to say. "We had a good day today - bonded even, and I'm afraid that she will hate afterwards." I admit.
"She won't hate you, brother. She might not like you for a while, but she won't hate you. Plus, she is 14, you can't let her do whatever or go wherever she pleases. It's not safe for her - especially in Mystic Falls and even more so with Klaus being here!"
I know he is right, it's not safe for her here. I just hope he is right about her not hating me. I go to the kitchen before I go up to her.
Kayla's POV
I am soo fucking pissed right now, I could scream. I don't want to leave, and I can take care of myself. I have survived without him for 14 years, so I can survive the next 14 years!
After packing a few of my things - clothes, hairbrush, toothbrush and paste, underwear, PJ's - I slump down on to my bed, instantly regretting it as the burn in my butt reignites. That was one hell of a smack he gave me. I shiver at the thought of the past spankings he has given me and feel a bit of gratitude towards the fact that he had obviously held back on his strength. I'm pretty sure he could wear my butt away if he wanted to!
My body stiffens and my breath catches in the back of my throat as I hear footsteps outside of my door. I hope it's not Damon, and if it is, I hope he has calmed down some. Actually, I hope he has calmed down a lot. He looked about ready to murder me before.
The door opens and Damon enters without the courtesy of knocking. I don't say anything, not wanting to piss him off even more. The first thing I notice is the wooden spoon in his hand, much like the one he was using to stir the soup with earlier on today. I gulp, praying that he is not planning on using that on me.
He doesn't speak until he closes the door behind him.
"What the hell was you thinking today?" He questions me, coming across as irritated but nowhere near as angry as he was the last time I seen him.
"I just don't want to go and leave Stefan behind!" I admit, feeling tears welling up in the backs of my eyes.
"Stefan is big enough and ugly enough to take care of himself." I can tell that his sarcasm is masking his own fear at having to leave his brother alone to face Klaus.
"I was trying to convince Elena to come with us, at least then if Klaus was to find us, we would be together and would be stronger as a team." I try to make him see reason.
"That's not your call to make. I told you what was to happen and I also told you I don't want you out of my sight, yet you ran off to Elena's anyway - without my knowing!"
I can see him getting worked up again, so I try to calm him down.
"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do."
"Sorry ain't gonna cut it. You are already in enough trouble from yesterday's shenanigans, now you have just added disobeying and cursing to the list. That's why we will be using this." He holds up the wooden spoon.
My heart skips a couple of beats as he confirms my earlier suspicions.
"Damon, please, no. Don't use that on me. Your hand is bad enough," I plead.
"You brought this on yourself, little one. Maybe next time you'll think before you do something so reckless!"
He wastes no more time, walking over to my desk, pulling out my chair and taking a seat.
"Get over my lap, Kayla." He taps his thigh with the round end of the spoon.
"Damon, please..." I beg.
"Now, Michaela. Don't make me tell you again or you will lose your panties." Not wanting my bare bum on show to Damon, I gingerly walk over to him, stopping next to his right leg.
He pulls me over his lap, so my arms are reaching the floor and wraps his left arm around my waist - effectively holding me in place. I hold my breath, waiting for the first smack to land. When I feel his hand connect with my butt, I feel slightly relieved that he isn't going straight in with the spoon whilst crossing my fingers that he decides against using it.
He thoroughly spanks my ass and thighs - I couldn't tell you how many times, as I lost count after 28 - before pausing to tell me that he is going to use the spoon now and lowering my pants so they pool around my knee area.
I was struggling whilst he was spanking me with his hand, but my struggles are now amplified - tenfold. He easily stops my legs from kicking by placing his own leg over mine, trapping them in place. I literally cannot move my lower body an inch.
The first crack of the wooden spoon stings like a bitch.
"OOOWW! Damon... stop... please...?" I beg, wanting no more of that evil chunk of wood hitting me. The only reply I got was more swats, evenly and methodically, all around my ass.
"PLEASE...?" I try to reach back and cover my butt, but from my position and the way Damon's arms snakes around my waist, it's futile. My arm just isn't long enough. Uncontrollable sobs are escaping me.
"AAAAHAHOOOWWW! Pl-pl-please... n-no more... I'm sooo s-sorry!" I have never been in so much pain.
"It's nearly over now, hang in there baby," Damon says, pausing his assault on my behind to rub small circles on my back.
I am physically and mentally worn out. Feeling my body give up and go limp, I bury my head into the crook of my left elbow and pray for the spanking to end. Chocking sobs still spewing out of me. I feel the spoon attack every part of my bum and upper thighs.
The feeling of being tipped forward, slightly, gives me a renewed sense of self-preservation. I know what's coming next and I start to panic.
"AAAAAAHHH! NOOOO... P-PLEEEEASE... N-NOT... NOT THERE!" I scream as the spoon hits my tender spots, where butt meets thigh. Damon speeds up, seemingly wanting to just get it over with.
"NOOOOOO! DAADDDEEEEEE!" I didn't even think about what I was saying, I just said it for the second time today. It must shock Damon as much as it shocks me as he immediately stops, lifts me up and wraps his arms around me. I return the gesture and bury my head in to the side of his neck.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I repeat like a mantra.
"It's okay, it's over now. Shhhhh." Damon soothes me, stroking the back of my head.
"I'm soo sorry..." my grip tightening around his shoulders as I straddle him, my bum hanging between his parted legs to not cause me any more discomfort.
It takes a couple of minute for me to get my head together and get my breathing under control, but once I do - I am completely mortified at my reactions. I can't believe how I have just acted, it's like I was half my age.
Unwrapping my arms, I slowly stand up and move away from Damon, unable to look him in the eyes. Wanting nothing more than to just dive under my bed cover and forget all about today - well, the last hour at least.
Damon hasn't moved from his spot on my chair, he's just staring at me as if he unsure of what to do next.
A loud knocking on the front door breaks the awkward moment that is happening between the two of us. I can tell he is listening intently to find out who is at the door, but the shock of him jumping to his feet makes me take a step back.
"Stay here and whatever you do, do not leave this room." He demands before vamping away, closing the door behind him and leaving me standing alone, confused and curious.
I quietly turn the handle of my bedroom door, and creep out on to the landing. Hearing a familiar voice, I stealthily make my way down the stairs, not wanting Damon to hear or see me. That plan goes to shit once I sneak a peak at the brown, curly haired man Damon and Stefan are talking with.
"Uncle Nik...? what are you doing here?"
Bit of a cliff hanger here... sorry guys but I couldn't resist!
Was anyone expecting that?
Much love to you all! ❤
