"Why did you choose to stay?" Bedelia asked her quietly.

"People do crazy things when they're in love," Elizabeth replied as they walked down the street that led to the shop they went to for wine and meat for almost six months now. Bedelia wore a vibrant shade of blue, lighting up the plain streets of Italy while Elizabeth wore all black and cut her hair short again, her blonde curls coming to rest at the middle of her pale neck.

"You are strangely quite this morning," Bedelia commented, looking at her and noticing that Elizabeth was now staring down at the ring on her finger placed by Hannibal after they had Ichabod.

Bedelia honestly enjoyed spending time with Ichabod, he was always smiling and was a happy baby. She thought it ironic how he came from Hannibal and Elizabeth. Ichabod always made Bedelia smile and she hoped that this child would not suffer a horrible fate because of his parents and their actions. She hoped that his life would be happy and that he would not have to see the reality of the world and its people. Bedelia suddenly felt a protectiveness swarm up inside of her at the thought of someone hurting that little happy boy.

"Hannibal fed him meat," Elizabeth whispered, her fists curling up in rage.

"What kind?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I don't want him to know about those things. I want our son to be nothing like Hannibal."

"So why come back to Hannibal?" Bedelia questioned curiously. "You could've saved your son from Hannibal's ways…yet you chose to stay?"

Elizabeth looked over at the woman standing beside her and answered, "I love him. With all my heart. I couldn't stay away from him even if I tried. We would've found each other eventually. I'm happy I stayed, but I don't want Hannibal forcing his life choices onto our son. Ichabod needs to decide what he wants and what we want can't influence his own life choices."

Bedelia gave her the smallest of smiles and continued to make her way into the shop.

"Bonjour!" Someone called to them from behind. "Mrs. Jakov!"

Elizabeth stopped and turned around after telling Bedelia, "I'll handle this. Go on in."

Elizabeth planted a smile on her face towards the man. "Yes."

"We met in Paris a few months ago. I mean your husband and I of course.," he explained and struck out his hand. "My name is Anthony Dimmond."

"Hello, Mr. Dimmond. How do you know me if I may ask?"

"Your husband mentioned you and then I saw a picture of you and a baby that he was holding in his hands before I talked to him. I'm a very observant man and I happen to never forget a face especially one of the most beautiful faces that I had ever seen," he told her with a charming smile.

Elizabeth tilt her head to the side. "Does my husband know you're here?"

"Yes, I happen to just run into him about an hour ago. What a small world this is to be running into his wife an hour later."

"Yes…what a small world this is indeed, Mr. Dimmond."

"He invited me for dinner actually."

"Did he?" She questioned, but mostly to herself. "Well then I guess I'll see you tonight. I must be going now; my sister is an impatient woman."

He chuckled and nodded. "Of course. It was lovely to finally meet you."

He kissed her hand and walked away from her. Elizabeth's smile easily fell off her face as Bedelia came out of the shop with a bag in her hand.

"What happened?"

"Hannibal invited a dinner guest," she explained, irritation lingering in her tone. "I didn't even know about it."

"I would be cautious around Hannibal now," Bedelia warned her. "Who knows what he's planning these days…"

"A last supper," Elizabeth responded grimly.

"I'm not eating with you tonight," Elizabeth informed Hannibal, a hint of coldness to her voice.

"And why not?"

"Because I'm not in the mood."

"What kind of mood are you in tonight?"

"The kind of mood that will get you with a slit throat if you keep on asking me questions," she stated calmly.

Bedelia stopped playing with Ichabod on the leather couch. She watched as Elizabeth took Ichabod into her arms, holding him protectively as she walked away.

"Elizabeth," Hannibal called out to her and Elizabeth ignored him, walking to the nursery then slamming the door shut.

Bedelia watched as Hannibal growled a little and strode into the hallway towards the nursery, disappearing into the room. She sighed and rubbed her eyes. She knew it was only a matter of time before Elizabeth snapped. Elizabeth lover Hannibal more than Will, but she did not love Hannibal more than her own child. She was a mother first and she would out that little boy before anyone else including his father.

Elizabeth looked down at her son who had no clue about what was going on around him. He was clueless and therefore innocent. Her fingers gently grazed his cheeks as his amused blue eyes were set completely on her own. He looked too much like Hannibal and she would be damned if she let Hannibal spread his cannibalism onto their son. She was still angry at him for feeding him the little piece of meat. She was even more angered by the fact that he was now hiding things from her.

Shouldn't the marriage between them mean something valuable yet all it left her were secrets and bloodshed. She didn't have the courage to leave Hannibal; she still managed to love him somehow. She never understood why.

Tonight, she didn't feel like pretending and being smart about her words. All she wanted was to be Elizabeth Graham again.

Elizabeth suddenly missed Will and Jack and Alana and everyone else back home. She wanted them to see Ichabod and just be there. She wanted to see Klaus-her father again. She wanted that life back all of the sudden and wondered what caused these second thoughts.

Hannibal came into the room, shutting the door behind him. "Be honest with me, Elizabeth…are you happy here…with me?"

Elizabeth held her son closer to her as she answered, "I was. I don't know what's wrong though. Something's missing here and I don't know what it is."

He walked closer to her and sat down next to her on the small sofa. "How long?"

"Ever since you fed our son a human. I don't want this life for him."

"Then what do you want? Huh? What will make you happy?"

She stared at him. "If I tell you then you will either kill me or never let it happen. Either way I'm stuck here…all alone with my thoughts."

"You have me."

"That isn't enough after all," she stated sadly.

Ichabod stood up on her lap and crawled over to Hannibal, gripping onto his arm though smiling brightly. He giggled and stumbled onto Hannibal's lap as Hannibal picked him up. Hannibal fiercely kissed his son's head and whispered, "You want me to let you go…the both of you."

"I thought that I could…" she stopped herself and then held his hand into her own. "I will always love you, but I can't be the woman you want me to be. I tried living in your lifestyle, but I-I couldn't do it, Hannibal. I'm not that kind of person. You know me better than anyone, Hannibal; you knew that this would happen eventually, that we would grow apart somehow."

Hannibal finally turned his body to look at her and said, "If you want me to let you go then you can't take Ichabod with you. He has to stay here with me."

She ripped her hands away from him, standing up. "What?! How can you be so cruel?"

"I can let you go, but not our son. He means so much to me now. You know me just as much as I know you so you know that the reason that I won't let you go is because of Ichabod. He is my only son."

"I won't take him away from you, but he needs to have a normal life and this," she gestured to the room and then outside. "This isn't normal. He needs a chance. You can come visit him. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that you don't lose touch with him, but you have to let us both go."

"I don't have to do anything actually," he reminded her, setting down their son and standing up as well, towering over her. "I would never hurt you though…but I could. I could eat you if I wanted to, but I did not. I could've done a lot of things to you, but I didn't because I noticed something in you. You're exactly like me and you can't help, but crave the meat I give you."

"You son of a bitch," she murmured and then banged her fist onto his chest. "I hate you."

"No, you don't," he reminded her again, holding her wrists. "You love me. You even said it yourself."

Hannibal kissed her lips passionately and wrapped his arm around her waist. "You need me just as I much as I need you, Lizzie."

Elizabeth felt herself kissing him back then wrapping her arms around his neck, moaning softly. Hannibal gripped her body closer to him then kissed down her jaw and neck, sucking the skin over her pulse. She pulled away from him and then lifted up their son into her arms.

"I'm still not coming to dinner with that man, Hannibal," Elizabeth reminded him, frowning.

Hannibal nodded and replied, "I would be surprised if you said you were."

"You know me too well."

"No," he corrected. "I know you just enough to know your plans, Elizabeth."

"As do I, Hannibal."

TBC…

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