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I took some time with updating. I am going to try and get back into the swing of updating every week. This one is kind of short. Thank you guys so much.


Interlude: Sweet Girl

"Hello you."

Those were the first words that fell from her lips. He had been watching her reactions to everything, searching for any signs that she may need help remembering. But from what he could tell, she was aware of just who she was. He hadn't dropped his smile as he wrapped his arms around her. She giggled as her arms went around his waist.

There were no words between them. Bonnie didn't even know what to say. She was just happy to be encased in his arms, feel the flutter of his heartbeat against her ear. For Henrik, it was all of that and more. Both had gone almost three hundred years without each other, with one of them having been reborn. So much time apart and so little to reconnect. They only wanted a few minutes to themselves.

Unfortunately, their audience wouldn't allow them that. The main ones being a jealous Jeremy, an irate Klaus and a nosy Damon. Bonnie could feel how annoyed each one of them way. It felt like a blade being dragged along her skin, giving her goose flesh. She turned her head, peering out from the safety of her husband's arms—could she still call him that? They'd have to have a long discussion about that later—and leveled each of them with a look.

Back off.

While Klaus and even Damon understood, it was Jeremy who opened his mouth to protest. What it was he was going to say was cut off by another voice. It was soft, almost timid in nature but the emotions she heard in them weighted her heart down.

"Mama?"

How could she forget? Henrik dropped his arms, as if reading her mind and stepped aside. Bonnie let her eyes wonder in the direction of the voice. She wasn't sure why she was expecting to see her little girl, still eight years old with ringlet curls and bright blue eyes. She was expecting reddened cheeks and a girl who just barely came to her waistline. The last time Bonnie Bennett has seen her daughter, Davina was just barely coming into her magic and would cry if she so much as accidentally harmed a flower.

The young woman standing who stood just a few feet in front of her wasn't that. She couldn't be no older than seventeen, with wavy dark hair and eyes that she knew were didn't belong or her or Henrik. She remembered how floored he was at the sight of the color. He had choked on the lump of emotions rising in his throat and whispered how they were like Rebekah's. Bright, blue and so warm. Bonnie hadn't believed him then. She has never met his sister in her last life. And the Rebekah she knew of now wasn't truly someone she wanted her child compared to. Perhaps in her human life she had those eyes he that he could recall with such fondness.

Bonnie didn't dwell on it. She couldn't really. She could only look at the young woman before her, wringing her hands and trying to keep tears from falling. Her legs carried her across the room and she let her hands reach out to cup the girl's face. She reminded her of her mother. Not Abby but her real mother. She couldn't remember her name but Bonnie could make out the smallest things that Davina shared with her. The hopefully twinkle in her eyes, and her smile. Qetsiyah could have that same smile. A soft tug of the lips but with a hint of dimples. She had seen those same dimples whenever Klaus flashed a smile. Davina has grown up to become a beautiful girl, and while Bonnie couldn't see any scars physically, she knew she had caused her daughter mental ones.

Those would take time but she hoped she could help to mend their relationship.

"Hello," Bonnie greeted, rubbing a thumb along Davina's cheek. "Hello my sweet girl."

She had whispered those words before; after hours of childbirth and her voice raw with emotion. Her daughter had been but a few hours old, resting against her bosom and so small. Those words had been and still were spoke with so much love. Davina choked on a sob and wrapped her arms around her mother's waist, burying her face in her shoulder. Bonnie smiled, but said no words. She just held her.

It didn't stop the tears from falling.