There’s a moment when Allison let’s herself relax, thinking that Klaus moving to California with her is a done deal. She’s already creating a list of things to do for the next time he falls asleep, just so they can be good to go by the time he’s released from the hospital, but then he brings up her belly and Allison tenses at once. She hadn’t been hiding it, but she hadn’t said anything because part of her had been afraid of this exact response.
“And where should I be? Home, wondering if you made it? Ignoring the fact that you are here, alone? Waiting for the next phone call that tells me that the next overdose was worse and someone needs to identify you?”
There’s a firmness to her voice, but she can’t help the way it also shakes. It’s hard to tell if it’s at the indignation of his suggestion to not be here, or the fear she feels at all those scenarios, because they both feel like a colliding force that is trying to choke her.
She reaches for his hand, giving it a squeeze as she tries to get him to look at her as if to assure him she’s being honest. “I don’t expect or think that it will be easy, or that you’ll be clean because you agree to come with me. I know it’s going to be a process, but you don’t have to do it alone. Please, let me help you. At least try it out. Please.” Her eyes fill with tears, and she looks down at their hands together as her thumb moves gently along his skin. “You and I will never really know normalcy, and I know that because we’ll always have our upbringing and our powers. I get that. But I want my baby to have something that resembles normal. I can’t give her a good grandfather from my side of the family. I can’t even promise family reunions, or holidays because we hardly even know how to celebrate those. But I want to give her at least an uncle. I want her to meet you, Klaus. You don’t have to worry about Patrick, or anything else. I just— I can’t leave you here.”
With her free hand, she wipes the tears away almost stubbornly, as if mad at herself for crying but she can’t help it.
“If you decide you want to come back,” she forces herself to add, and it’s obvious that it’s not easy for her to do so. “If you don’t want to stay, then that’s up to you. But let’s at least try it before you decide you can’t.”
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“And where should I be? Home, wondering if you made it? Ignoring the fact that you are here, alone? Waiting for the next phone call that tells me that the next overdose was worse and someone needs to identify you?”
There’s a firmness to her voice, but she can’t help the way it also shakes. It’s hard to tell if it’s at the indignation of his suggestion to not be here, or the fear she feels at all those scenarios, because they both feel like a colliding force that is trying to choke her.
She reaches for his hand, giving it a squeeze as she tries to get him to look at her as if to assure him she’s being honest. “I don’t expect or think that it will be easy, or that you’ll be clean because you agree to come with me. I know it’s going to be a process, but you don’t have to do it alone. Please, let me help you. At least try it out. Please.” Her eyes fill with tears, and she looks down at their hands together as her thumb moves gently along his skin. “You and I will never really know normalcy, and I know that because we’ll always have our upbringing and our powers. I get that. But I want my baby to have something that resembles normal. I can’t give her a good grandfather from my side of the family. I can’t even promise family reunions, or holidays because we hardly even know how to celebrate those. But I want to give her at least an uncle. I want her to meet you, Klaus. You don’t have to worry about Patrick, or anything else. I just— I can’t leave you here.”
With her free hand, she wipes the tears away almost stubbornly, as if mad at herself for crying but she can’t help it.
“If you decide you want to come back,” she forces herself to add, and it’s obvious that it’s not easy for her to do so. “If you don’t want to stay, then that’s up to you. But let’s at least try it before you decide you can’t.”