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I wake up to butterflies in my stomach, and the sight of a sparkling diamond resting on his night stand. I blink the sleep from my eyes, savouring the amazing feeling of Klaus's arm wrapped firmly around my torso. I reach out, in an attempt not to wake him, and gingerly slide the ring onto my finger. It fits better now with my swollen morning fingers. I grimace at the thought, but then smile; I love how it looks.

Turning in his arms, I look at his relaxed face. How young he looks when those ancient eyes, which hold so much, are closed.

My fiancé'.

"Hey." I kiss his bare shoulder, touching my chilly nose to his warm skin.

"Mmmm." What a morning person he is.

"Wake up." I run my hand through his hair, messing with his bed-head.

"Why?" I roll my eyes.

"Because we're making breakfast."

His eyebrows raise, and he opens one eye, peering at me. I realise our ideas of breakfast may be very different. I swat his bicep, and scoff, grapping hold of his arm and tugging him out of his bed.

"Just come on."

XXX

"Where are your pans?" I ask, swivelling around on the ball of my socked foot, glancing around the beautiful kitchen; which looks like it's been used on less than one occasion.

Klaus; looking more God than man in his white V-neck, well-worn jeans and bare feet, scratches the back of his neck, glancing around his immediate area.

"Honestly." I roll my eyes and flick his arm as I slip passed him, checking the cupboards to my left.

Jackpot.

I work quickly in heating up the pan, spreading oil, and pulling things from the fridge. I'm surprised at the abundance of ingredients I find there. I wonder idly if he recognised how much I enjoy fixing myself a proper meal in the morning, and bought them with me in mind. I smile at the passing thought.

He hovers around, crossing his arms and leans them on into the counter, I can feel his eyes on me as I collect the salt and pepper from the stove, and open a half full carton of eggs.

My hands shaking with his intoxicating gaze that I try hard to ignore, but after cutting the tip of my finger while slicing tomatoes, I roll my eyes.

"Are you going to help me or what?" I laugh a breathy laugh and shake my head.

Raising and eyebrow at me, he stands up straight and draws close to my side, his hand sliding over mine, his other resting on my lower back. I pause, savouring his proximity, until I realise he's trying to take the knife from me. I can hear his smile as I avoid eye contact, knowing he's wearing his cocky smirk.

"Allow me Love," He says, his voice like silk, stepping into my place at the cutting board as I turn back to the eggs, adding mild and seasoning.

"Music?" I ask, spotting the dock placed in the corner of the counter, I lick the salt off the tip of my thumb.

"Mmm," He pops a piece of bell pepper in his mouth and chews quickly as he continues to slice onions. Turning his hips slightly towards me, he gestures with the butt of the knife to his pocket; before resuming his slicing.

I pause; pressing my lips together to hide a shy smile, and slip my hand into his pocket, finding his ipod quickly. He steals a side glance in my direction, but I keep my attention on song selection, feeling my cheeks flame. Flipping through his music, I choose Norah Jones, my favourite to cook to and turn it up.

I pour the eggs into the pan, listening to them sizzle as Klaus begins dropping cheese and vegetables into them, I grab orange juice from the fridge; pour myself a glass and scooting onto the counter.

"Want some?" I hold it up to him.

He rubs his fingers together, dusting the excess cheese off his hands before turning the heat down and taking the glass from me silently. He takes a small drink, looking at me thoughtfully the entire time, and returns the glass to my outstretched hand.

"What is it?" He asks, his tone confused, light but serious.

I take a sip of juice and blink at him.

"What do you mean?"

He raises an eyebrow at me and gestures around the kitchen. "Omlets, music, orange juice."

I set the glass down beside me, and sigh. "I guess I just needed some normality." I say quietly, looking down at my hands. "My life doesn't have a routine anymore. I used to wake up in the morning, and know what my day was going to look like. I used to have school, and a friend group that didn't revolve around vampires and death and drama." He gives me a look, "Okay, well not the kind of drama we have now. And now!" I scoff, running a forceful hand through my hair, my words are coming out in a rush now, and I can feel my heart pound against my ribs as my life flashes before my eyes. "I have this life that feels like it's getting away from me, like I don't have control anymore. I just wish for once I could wake up, eat a regular breakfast, hang out with friends, apply for college, have sex with my boyfriend and go to sleep! Is that too much to ask!? And now I have this ring—"

He pulls me in. This embrace is warm and comforting. It's not rushed or passionate, but the intimacy is staggering. It's so out of character for him that I'm completely thrown. I want to be closer to him; I wrap my legs around my waist. My fingers tangle around the front of his T-shirt, pulling him against me, burying my face in his chest—taking him in. Our world is silent, apart from Norah Jones' come away with me, playing quietly throughout the kitchen.

His hands slide around my waist as he helps me off the counter, placing my feet back on the floor. I wind my arms around his waist, holding myself tightly against him. He takes two small steps back, bringing me with him, his hand dropping from me as he reaches back and turns off the stove.

XXX

Her warmth radiates against me, her hot breath against my chest is somehow comforting. She doesn't seem sad, but this can't be happiness.

The rise and fall of her lungs seems to sway her entire body from side to side. I move with her, our feet only shifting mere inches; the music seems loud in this otherwise silent house, as we move together in this sad dance.

XXX

His phone interrupts us. Just two loud beeps to signal a text. I pull away, taking the scent of him with me; clinging to my clothes and skin.

He sighs heavily, reaching past me to the counter to retrieve his cell. My fingers play mindlessly with the front of his shirt, I'm curious as he reads the message, his eyes roll mildly and his lips twitching; but I don't ask what it is or who it's from.

XXX

The message is from Rebekah, I roll my eyes and try to hide my irritation as I read her words.

"People are actually coming tonight— Are you shocked? Now you have to be there. Black tie."

XXX

"Normal?" He murmurs, setting down his phone and turning his attention back to me.

I blink up at him, my eyebrows pulling together, the music coming to an end. And then we're just two people, standing in a kitchen.

"Come on," He rubs his palms up and down my arms, the friction sending warmth back into me. "Let's eat, shower; it's time you had a normal day."

XXX

"Where are you taking me?" I ask for the fourth time, stepping back into the steaming hot water of the shower, rinsing the soap from my hair.

"Somewhere normal." His answer is muffled through the shower door. I swipe my hand across the steamy glass, clearing just enough space so he can see me roll my eyes at him. He smirks, walking back into the bedroom, pulling his shirt off as he goes.

Grabbing a towel and turning off the water, I walk over to the mirror. I look much more awake and the panic that was rising in my chest from earlier has ebbed, curiosity taking its place. What is he up to?

I feel guilty as I find myself suspicious of him. That seed of worry and fear when it comes to him, which I've held onto so tightly these past years, creeps up my spine and into the pit of my stomach.

I shake my head, pushing that feeling away.

"What should I wear?!" I call towards the general direction of his bedroom. He doesn't answer. I rub a towel through my hair; hitch my towel securely under my arms, and make a face at myself in the mirror before slipping back into the bedroom.

Klaus is standing in the middle of the room. Black dress pants fitting him to perfection, the belt still hanging loose through its loops as he shrugs into a white tuxedo shirt.

"What should I wear?" I ask again, tilting my head to the side, taking in this beautiful man in front of me.

He glances up from the buttons of his shirt; his eyes go wide for a split second when he sees me.

"That."

I roll my eyes. He gives up on dressing; instead watches me cross the room to my drawer of things tucked away in his dresser—knowing nothing in here will be good enough for whatever he has planned for tonight.

"Well this is pitiful." I sigh, holding up my one and only dress. It's a summer dress, completely inappropriate from the looks of Klaus in his suit. "Can we stop by my house?" I ask, glancing over my shoulder at him, he's still looking at me in a way that makes my blood pump fast, and my insides go all mushy.

I drop the dress back into the drawer, and walk over to him, grabbing hold of his untied tie draped around his neck, and pull his mouth to mine.

"I love you." I say, and I can feel his smile against my lips. He whispers it back; his nearly silent words mingle in the air between our lips.

My new ring slips for my finger again at that moment. "Shit." I whisper under my breath; but he reaches down and has it's in his palm before I have a chance to make a move.

He reaches for his neck, where his leather cord necklace hangs. He gives it a small tug and it comes off in his hand. Sliding the ring onto the cord, he takes my wrist, wrapping it around twice before tying it quickly, pulling it tight with his teeth.

I raise my eyes brows at him, and blink at my new bracelet. Not exactly elegant, but at least this way I won't keep dropping it everywhere. That can't be a good sign.

He takes his tie, which is still clutched in my right hand, and pulls it from his collar, dropping it on the floor.

"Wait, we're supposed to be getting ready, what about the surprise?" I ask, though I'm already losing myself as his strong hands grasp me around the waist, the flimsy towel barely holding up against him.

"We're going to be late," I say as he walks me backwards, shedding his tuxedo shirt. The backs of my knees touch the bed, and I sit down, biting a smile as I become level with his belt. I glance up and him and roll my eyes.

"I'm the guest of honour," He shrugs; leaning down he cups my face and kisses me. Once, twice, three times. "We have time."

XXX

We pull up to a beautiful building with white pillars, and old brick. It's at least the size of the Lockwood Estate, if not bigger. It's only thirty minutes out of town, how did I not know this place existed?

"Where are we?" I turn my attention from the grand front doors we pull up to, back to Klaus. There's a mixture of excitement and exhaustion in his eyes. He offers me a small smile before getting out of the car, and coming to my side to open my door for me.

Taking his arm, the diamond catches the light, and I gently touch my new bracelet and smile a little.

We walk into the most beautifully grand room I've ever seen. There's a surprising amount of people, all dressed impeccably, holding champagne and talking. I hardly have time to take in half of it before I hear a familiar, grating voice.

"You're almost an hour late." Rebekah, wearing a deep blue, beautiful dress pins her brother with a glare.

"My apologise," Klaus answers her, not a hint of actual regret in his words. "But in my defense I don't actually want to be here."

I frown at him, but he's still looking at Rebekah.

Where are we?

Rebekah opens her mouth, looking as it if she's about to through some colourful words at him.

"Klaus!" A loud, male voice interrupts us, causing me to jump.

Elijah is coming towards us, something that looks close to a smile on his face. I drop my hand from Klaus's arm quickly when all of a sudden the two Michaelson brothers are hugging.

"Ahh Elijah, always the glue holding the family together." Klaus's voice sounds dry and bored.

Elijah chuckles and pulls back, holding Klaus at arm's length.

"Well someone has to do it now that mother's gone," Elijah nods, first at me, then at Klaus, giving him a hearty clap on the shoulder.

Klaus's mouth twitches at the corners, almost as if a smile was somewhere close by.

Then Elijah says three words that I never thought I would here...

"Happy Birthday Klaus."

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