Little Witching Hour | Dear Little Witch (outtakes edition) | klonnie au
February 5th, 2021
Bonnie woke up and stretched her sore back. She reached to her left and was confused at the empty space and its lack of warmth. Her mornings were different these days. Far from her teenage years where she’d sleep in after spending a night cramming through a grimoire. These mornings consisted of quiet time with her two favorite people. Renovations on her bed and breakfast had been stalled due to the winter storm that had seeped in throughout the week. But, the house was far too quiet for Bonnie’s liking.
Her phone buzzed on a loop on a nightstand and Bonnie assumed it would be Klaus on the receiving end. Instead, it was various happy birthday messages from Elena, Caroline, Damon and the rest of their friends back home. The messages were sweetened with photos attached of their shared time together and of course Caroline asked again when she would leave Nova Scotia. Which wasn’t anytime close to being soon. Mystic falls was her home, and yet all she felt was immersed grief whenever she thought too long and hard about the place. Everything she’s ever loved has died in Mystic Falls.
Birthdays in the past weren't memorable days for Bonnie, just another occurrence every year. Another beacon of survival and proof she was alive. But since being with Klaus her perspective on birthdays had changed. A year ago they were having dinner on the beach in Cancun after spending a day touring every place they could find.
“Alright, Klaus come on out now,” Bonnie yelled, standing up and out of the bed. “Hazel needs to feed!”
Bonnie’s phone pings again. She grinned seeing Klaus name finally glad this charade is over.
“Happy Birthday, little witch,” Klaus chuckled, low. “If you could play along with the scavenger hunt and follow the schedule that would be appreciated. Hazel has had her morning feedings,”
“Nik, you don’t have to do all of this,” Bonnie argued, looking around their bedroom for clues anyway. “I’m fine with just a quiet morning with you guys,”
“Wrong answer, witchling,” Klaus replied, with a chuckle. “Defying my plans and not listening as usual. Stick to the cards, witch,” Hazel cooed loud enough for Bonnie to hear. “That’s your mother alright. So we shall see you soon then?”
“I suppose you will,” Bonnie said, hanging up and sitting the phone on the dresser. Bonnie tapped her feet, wondering where Klaus would’ve hidden his first clue. Their belongings were intertwined indefinitely.
Bonnie turned and got back on the bed. She ran her hand under Klaus pillow until she a notecard and a necklace touch her fingertips.
You haven’t decided on a tattoo yet for our daughter, but here is the next best thing. Her name being above your heart.
Bonnie with no hesitation placed the golden-necklace on her neck. Hazel’s name was spelt out in glimmering diamonds.
“Alright Nik, what’s next?” Bonnie questioned, flipping the notecard over. “The bathroom?”
Bonnie moved swiftly on her feet. The tub was filled with bubbles, rose-petals and a bottle of wine. Klaus left a note on the counter this time.
Don’t worry, you can sip all you want Hazel has enough milk stored in our freezer.
Bonnie disagreed with that. But stripped and eased down in the warm clawfoot tab. As she used her lavender soap against her skin enjoying the ambiance of her Klaus-designed rest day. The painting on the bathroom floor in the corner caught her eye.
Klaus painted the Bennetts, dressed in various ball gowns all along the steps of their restored estate. Bonnie noticed for her specifically she sat upon a throne on the steps, dressed in gold crowned as their ruler. Hazel was snuggled close in her arms in a pretty pink gown wearing the blue medallion they spent a month trying to find in Edinburgh.
Bonnie, with joyous tears in her eyes, rushed out of the tub, then changed into the two-piece pajama set, donning one of Klaus’s thick robes. She lifted the painting from the floor, checked the nursery, which was empty, and settled downstairs. The kitchen was completely disheveled; flour was covering the counters and floor. Chocolate chips were scattered amongst the counter. There was an odor of burnt cake in the air. Klaus was shirtless, but his hands were stained with his failed baking attempts, and the baking pans were stacked in the sink. Hazel was busy kicking away in her baby swing, at her father’s frustration. Klaus did purchase a tropical edible arrangement Bonnie couldn’t wait to sink her teeth into.
“Your bath was supposed to last longer!” Klaus snapped, turning the water on to clean his hands. “This is harder than it looks,”
Bonnie broke into a fit of laughter, loudly, a thousand years on earth and Klaus couldn’t bake a homemade cake. “I wanted to say thank you for the necklace and tell you the painting was beautiful but I see you are having a fight and losing,”
“Nothing about this is funny!” Klaus yelled, raising his voice. When Hazel wailed at the exchange, Klaus facepalmed and cursed out loudly. “Sorry, my love, I mean no harm,”
“Oh, but it is funny,” Bonnie giggled, she carried the painting, placing it upright on their couch. “The man who can maim a body, destroy families, place fear into millions of innocent souls across the nation cannot bake a cake correctly? Funny!”
Bonnie lifted Hazel from her baby swing, missing the closeness of her child. “Let’s help your papa fix this…” Bonnie peaked over into the trash can at the charcoal cake. “Sticky situation shall we?”
“No! Do not help me,” Klaus said, pulling at Bonnie’s hand. “It is your birthday let me spend my time catering to you,”
Bonnie pressed a passionate kiss to his lips. “Thank you, but seeing you have a meltdown over baking unsuccessfully is my favorite gift of them all, right sweetheart?”
Bonnie giggled again, watching Klaus pout as he began cleaning up his mess. Hazel cooed, and shook her tiny pudgy hands and like magic her pink rattle appeared to her hand to shake. The three-month old dropped her pacifier, and gummed her rattle.
“NIK?!” Bonnie yelled, voice cracking with enthusiasm. “DID YOU SEE THAT? DID YOU? Oh, my sweet girl!” Bonnie lifted Hazel higher, kissing her cheeks. “My baby’s first magic burst on my birthday!”
“Summoning things to throw at her father, now is she?” Klaus joked, pulling Bonnie and Hazel closer to him. Through Hazel and Bonnie, Klaus had a chance to do things the right way, understand Hope and Hayley in ways he previously discarded. “Proud of you, little love. A beautiful gift she is.”
“Today can’t get any better than this,” Bonnie said, gleefully, kissing Klaus again and snuggling Hazel closer.
“Your cake is still burnt, my love,” Klaus joked, painfully trying to mask his embarrassment. “Are you happy?”
Bonnie looked to her three-month-old carelessly twisting and numbing on her rattle, the messy torn-up kitchen from failed-baker-Nik and nodded. “Never been better.”
