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“Oh, i feel you. I broke one of our pyrex dishes and Nellie still holds it against me. And it wasn’t even my fault; it was Peanut’s!” she said, referring to the cat she and Nellie had. She watched Stefan as he talked about his husband, grinning softly at him and nudging him softly as she continued a little further down the front entry way. “You are too cute whenever you talk about your spouses,” she said glancing back to him with a warm smile. You’d have to be blind to not notice Stefan’s looks, but Madeline appreciated how sweet and soft the man could be.

She looked over the collection of photos of their kids, listening to Stefan as he explained what they had tried to do with their home. “You guys succeeded. It’s sucky, but sometimes we just have to make the childhood we wanted when we’re adults,” she shrugged lightly, looking to him as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen. Sort of like healing your inner child in a way,” she added, though she groaned lightly and rolled her eyes. “Neither do I. And that should have been a red glad, because she turned out to be just as much of a nightmare as her place.”

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“Dammit, Peanut, for ruining your partner’s dish.” He joked, watching as she walked around to look at the pictures. Though, as she complimented him, he scratched the back of his head while shrugging. “Thank you for that, Madeline.” He said, clearing his throat a bit she did feel incredibly bashful. “You look adorable when you gush about your partner as well.” Walking away from the kitchen doorway, Stefan thought hard about this woman and realized he was starting to like her, but that was probably obvious to anyone who saw him right at this moment. He couldn’t help but keep looking at her.

“Sinclair’s said that exact thing to us, that we’ve created what we wanted as kids. I was lucky to have some sort of relationship with my parents, even if it wasn’t the best and I’d cut them off for years. It’s fine now, though.” Laughing softly as she mentioned that she should’ve seen the woman’s apartment as a red flag. “Oh, I’m sure. There was one person who liked my profile and they were dressed in that lolita style. They were also so young, like Draven’s age.” Shuddering, he grimaced and looked over to Madeline again. Shit, she was so good looking. “But, I will say, I’m lucky I came across your profile as you are an absolute delight, Madeline.”

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“And then I’d hear it from Nellie that I let the food go to waste,” she joked, winking back at him before he disappeared into what she guessed was the kitchen. Making her way further down the front entryway, she looked at the pictures on the walls and the day-to-day clutter scattered around before looking back in Stefan’s direction as he heard him talking again. “That’s great news, though. He sounds pretty unstoppable,” she remarked, reaching the entryway to the kitchen and seeing Stefan writing on a piece of paper.

“Oh, yeah? Well, I’m honored,” she joked with a laugh, smiling at him as Stefan looked to her. “I like your home so far. I mean, you guys have an amazing location. But the inside feels nice and cozy, like an actual home. One of the women I dated had a flat that felt straight out of a photo shoot, everything picture perfect and pretty sterile. I was always afraid I’d mess something up in there.”

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Stefan laughed softly at her joke, giving a soft shrug. “Acadia and Sinclair have both yelled at me for leaving stuff in the car. ‘My good pyrex!’ or ‘We just got those containers...’ both from each of them. It’s why I stopped taking leftovers for lunch.” Though as he heard her mention Sinclair, he smiled in adoration at the thought of his husband. “He really is, absolute strength. It helps that he had all of us and Wyatt during his recovery.”

“Yeah? I’m glad you feel honored. You deserve to.” Nipping his bottom lip, he tried not to look too excited at her words. If there was anything Stefan wasn’t good at, it’d be hiding his giddiness. When was the last time he felt like a little school boy next to his crush? Ages. “Thank you, Madeline. We’ve always felt the need to keep our home welcoming as we all had rough childhoods. We didn’t want our kids growing up the way we had but I always remembered how my mamă made me feel when I’d come home from school. I tried to replicate that for them and our kids.” Looking into her eyes, he smiled warmly before leaning against the doorway of his kitchen. “That woman’s house sounds like a nightmare. I never understood the minimalist taste.”

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“It seemed like too good of an opportunity to pass up,” she said, smiling back as she shrugged lightly.  “Sorry, I know it’s kind of an awkward timing to hand it off now, but I would probably forget if I didn’t do it,” she admitted, laughing quietly so she wouldn’t disturb Sinclair as she walked inside. Glancing around since this was the first time she had been inside Stefan’s home, her smiled widened a bit more since the home’s atmosphere had a cozy and welcoming feel to it. “How’s he doing? He started teaching again, right?”

“It’s alright, no need to apologize. I would forget it in the car later so this works out for both of us.” Winking playfully, he made his way into the kitchen while making sure not to walk super fast since he did have a guest. “He’s honestly thrilled to be back on campus. Some courses he’s teaching will be online for the students if he’s sore but he’s up and about in class as if he was in his early twenties again.” He chuckled as well, getting to the fridge and opening it to put the food away. Quickly putting a note together, he taped it into the container while it was in the fridge to make sure no one ate it. “You know, outside of Wyatt, you’re the only other person any of us have dated that’s been in our home.” Closing the fridge, he looked back to her with a chuckle. “Interesting, no?”

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“Here, I saved you some. You sounded really into her recipe, so I made sure to save a bit after we finished dinner.”

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“Oh, that’s sweet of you!” He said, smiling to her and took the container. “I can’t wait to try it when I get home.” Stefan said, smiling to her while thinking of how sweet she was. A woman of weapons and kindness. “You want to come in while I put this in the fridge? Sinclair’s here but he’s in office.”

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“Hmm, I really don’t think you’re sorry. But I’m still riding high from the amazing birthday-slash-Valentine’s Day I had, that I’ll let it slide,” she said with a teasing smirk, glancing to him as he picked the sign back up. “Um…I texted him the link to the menu ‘cause he asked me for it, but I haven’t heard anything else. He’s got that thesis defense thing coming up, so he’s been locked away,” she said, though she paused and looked over to Ivan when she heard about the coffee and energy drinks. “Ugh, again? So gross. I thought I had gotten rid of all the Monsters in our place.”

Rolling his eyes at her playfulness, he smiled to her and let it go for now. She really was an amazing person all around and kept him sane most of the time. Though, as she went on about Sinclair not responding back, he sighed and pulled out his phone. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he ordered a bunch while we were out and hid them.” Scratching the back of his head, he sat down and leaned back in his seat. “Whoever showed him how to do that deserves a smack across the face. Hopefully he can finish it soon so he can sleep again. I know he’s not sleeping since I hear him moving about at night.”

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“They? Nope, dead wrong. I made these fusion ones. You think anyone out in the corporate world could be as amazingly creative as this? As me?” she asked with a scoff before shaking her head. Tsking lightly, she kept the Saint Patrick Day’s decoration out while continuing to put the regular Valentine’s Day decorations away. “I do, of course. But those are still put away with the rest of my fall decorations. Don’t need those bad buys just yet.”

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to offend you. I just thought it was interesting but I should’ve known you created such genius.” Ivan explained, still watching her pull stuff out. “Either way, you’re far better at decorating than Sinclair and I.” Looking over the St. Patrick’s Day sign, he picked it up and smiled softly at it. “Oh, that reminds me! Did you ever talk to Sinclair about our dinner coming up? He’s been sucked up in his studies again and he really needs to take a break. I caught him this morning dumping Monster in his coffee again.”

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“Uh, duh, Ivy. Fangs always equal Halloween,” she said, tapping the fangs painted on to the heart before putting the decoration back into the box. Looking back to him with a brow raised, Leona couldn’t help but smirk lightly. “Are you challenging me?” she asked, before she resumed her digging into the box’s contents before pulling out another wooden sign.

But this sign was of a rainbow with a leprechaun on one end and a pot of gold on the other. One a closer look, anyone inspecting the sign would notice the leprechaun’s hat had been painted pink with tiny red hearts and the gold coins were painted to look like the cliché Sweet Heart conversation hearts. “Ta-dah!”

“Oh my god, I was joking but they truly have everything with Valentine’s Day then. I’m sure there’s cute bunnies and chicks for Easter that are all lovey-dovey.” He shrugged, looking over the sign and handing the vampire one over to her. “I know you love Christmas, too, so I’m sure you have a whole box filled with Christmas decorations that are Valentine’s Day themed.”

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“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty hair about that, Ivy. I did add some other holiday decorations to my Valentine’s Day ones,” she said, digging in the open storage box between them before pulling out a wooden heart sign that had blood dripping from it and vampire fangs. “See? This one is perfect since vampires are already romantic.”

“So, that one is for Halloween, right?” He asked, taking the sign gently into his hand and looking over it. “Okay, if you have one for every Holiday, what about St. Patrick’s Day?” Ivan was sure she had something but he had to see it. Maybe it would be cheesier than the little valentine’s chalk hearts he honestly despised.

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“I’d keep Valentine’s Day decorations up year round if I didn’t have so many good plans for the rest of the holidays…”

“Why couldn’t you just incorporate the Valentine’s Day decorations into the rest of the holidays so you never have to take them down and you still get to decorate for the other ones?”

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He grinned wide when he realized he had caught his friend’s interest enough for him to stop trying to get over the border. “They’re pretty awesome. And it’d be cool to see them outside of being a wolf,” he said, thinking of some of the caves the other wolves had shown him. “I don’t think we’d need a ton of, like, actual gear. Everything should be easy enough to get into. We’d probably need to wear like, some good boots and jeans. But that’s it. It’ll be cool, though! We can even start up our own bonfire.”

“Yeah, its gonna be- wait. Bonfire?!” He called out, smiling brightly with mischief. “You’re gonna make me kiss ya!” He said, reaching out to pull Haralamb over to him to give him a big wet kiss on the cheek. “C’mere and give me a smooch!!! Mwah mwah mwah!” Laughing loudly, he let go of his friend and started to take down a list of everything he might need to grab from the Warehouse. “Alright, so, I’ll need to grab drinks, edibles, weed, and flashlights and headlamps. Should be easy enough!”

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“You’re acting like it’d just be my dad we have to fool anyways. None of our parents gave us permission,” he pointed out, though he laughed again at Gavin’s pronunciation of ‘the forbidden zone’. “I think it won’t be that bad sticking to the forests out here. I’ve been all over them now that I’m turning. I could probably show you guys some cool caves and stuff we could camp out in.”

As soon as Haralamb said ‘caves’, Gavin instantly looked over. “Wait, caves?” That definitely caught his attention. He’d been wanting to explore those caves since he’d heard about them from the Brothers! Pointing right at Haralamb, he smirked knowingly. “You son of a bitch, I’m in! Show us those caves! I know there’s a ton of climbing gear at the Warehouse I can snag.”

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“Gav…Man, just think that through,” he said, laughing as he flicked his bottle cap at him. “Sinclair talks to my dad all the time. Us going out camping is gonna come up. And besides, it’s not like I go to Sinclair for permission about things. I know he’s kinda like another dad, sort of…But it’s more like a step-dad uncle sort of thing. He looks after me, but he doesn’t sign off on stuff instead of my dad.”

“Fine, fine! I’m just trying to think of ways! I mean, we could sneak over to it, right? Like, have us start out in one place and then wander enough to the forbidden zone!” He said, the last part coming out gravely and deep. “But, if you say so, fine. We’ll stick to the forest out here and not get into any trouble.”

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“Yeah. He looked at me like I was crazy for even asking. I should have figured it’d be a long shot anyways…”

“Well, yeah! This is your dad, not Aman’s dad. I mean, we could ask Aman to ask Sinclair, right? He’s kinda like your other dad in a way.”

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“So...your dad said no to hanging out in the forests outside of Castor.”

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“Oh, please. I remember how ya were when Cosima moved in with Saxxon, how pissy ya got at everyone,” he pointed out, glancing over to Stefan. “‘Sides, multi-generational homes aren’t a new thing. An’ the best way to live. I like bein’ on my own, too. Just go on a trip or somethin’ if ya need your space,” he added with a shrug, knowing he was being stubborn for no reason. “He does need to get a kid already. Gotta spread the Sinclair cult somehow,” he said with a teasing grin.

“Moving out with Saxxon is different.” He said, shaking his head as he wanted to make sure that Sinclair was focusing on what Stefan was saying. “Yes, I know, but I also know that things change and people want to be on their own. Besides, Aman is a good kid. He’ll definitely move out when he feels it’ll be appropriate. The boy finally has a good home, I don’t think he’s ready to just leave so soon.” He said, smiling softly to Sinclair. “Atticus does need to give you a child. I know once Cosima is with child, she’ll be happy to tell me and you will also be a grandfather at that point, too.”

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“Sure, Stef. Keep goin’ on ann lyin’ to yourself. This’ll be what starts gettin’ him, all of ‘em, wantin’ to live on their own.”

“You’re lying to yourself. Do you really think children want to live with their parents forever? I love my kids but I would be more than happy to see them grow up and become responsible and logical beings in this society. I miss them, sure, but that’s why I can go over there and visit. Also, think of the grandchildren you’ll have. I’m sure Atticus has already discussed having kids with his husband.”

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“Ya mean the weekend where I’m bein’ micro-dosed for abandonment again?”

“He’s not abandoning you. He’s out with his friends to have fun. You’re acting like he’s already moved his things out of his room.”