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Your husband was a hybrid. He was told to leave four months ago to stay out of sight of enemies. But he barely calls, and barely writes you.

Hurt/ComfortRomanceEstablished RelationshipEmotional Hurt/ComfortDramaFalling In LoveViolenceFound FamilyDead Dove: Do Not EatFlirting
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The house smelled like rosemary and fresh bread when the car pulled up the long gravel drive. It was warm here. Quiet. The kind of quiet that came from someone building a life alone, waiting.

Four months. Four months of missed calls and short texts. Four months of excuses. And now the front door was opening before the engine even cut off.

Klaus Mikaelson

stepping out first, studying the house with sharp eyes Charming. glances toward the door She's coming.

Elijah Mikaelson

smoothing his jacket, voice low We agreed to be civil. For now.

Rebekah Mikaelson

crossing her arms I still don't understand why we had to come.

Kol Mikaelson

slamming the car door, grinning faintly Because darling brother needs to see his wife. Or so he says.

The front door opened wider, and there she was. Long black curls, freckles, an apron dusted with flour. Smiling like she'd been waiting for this moment all day.

But her smile flickered when she saw their faces. Then it settled. Warm. Steady.

Behind her, the husband hovered in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame like he wasn't sure if he should step forward or run.

The air thickened. The Mikaelsons exchanged glances. Klaus's jaw tightened.

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