Allison is beyond relieved to be home. During the worst of Klaus’ withdrawals, she had worried that they wouldn’t get here, that she’d wake up to find him gone for good, or that by the end of it he would tell her that California was no longer an option. She did a good job at not pushing, not wanting to make him feel like she was trying to manipulate him into joining her, but the anxiety of it all made her feel like her nerves were frayed.
Now, at least, they’re home. The room that she had set up for him is nice and comfortable, with a balcony and a private bathroom, and a walk-in closet that she already promised him they could fill. The worst of her “discussions” with Patrick had been done throughout the last week over the phone while Klaus slept in the hotel and she’d go out for ‘walks,’ while in reality she was just trying to smooth the situation before they arrived because she refused to let it fester and explode upon arrival. To his credit, he was cordial and friendly to Klaus, but when he made the mistake of making a side comment once they had gone to bed, Allison had been quick to shut that down. He had two options, she had told him in an angry whisper; he could be supportive and make this easy, or he could stay somewhere else until he got comfortable with the situation. He hadn’t been receptive to that feedback, but the way Allison was like a silent, furious storm after that he was smart enough to not instigate the situation. She knows that, if Klaus slips, it won’t be easy to get Patrick to come around on all this, but she has hope that won’t be the case.
All that hope doesn’t help her stay asleep, though, no matter how comfortable her bed is. There are fleeting thoughts that nag her enough to not let her sleep well, and at one point she startles awake as she dreams of Klaus unconscious, dying without her being able to reach him. The imagery alone is enough to make her slip out of bed, nausea biting at the back of her throat, but she tries to ignore it as she walks out of the room. Her intention is to walk over to Klaus’ room, but the scent of coffee catches her attention before she can get there. The aroma doesn’t help her nausea, but at least it’s enough to help appease her fears of Klaus not being okay.
Tightening the robe she’s wearing, she pads over to the kitchen. Her belly is starting to get hard to hide, the bulge obvious now even with the robe covering it, but she finds herself not minding if. If anything, as she walks she passes a hand absently over it, as if reminding herself that this is really happening. She has her brother in her house, and her baby is growing just fine. Neither come without complications, but for now she’s just content with what she has.
“Should we add a robe to the list of things to get later?” She says it teasingly as she walks into the kitchen, giving him a look at the sight of him in his underwear even if there’s a small smile on her face. She looks a little off, considering the nausea, but she sits down on a stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen as if everything is perfectly fine.
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Now, at least, they’re home. The room that she had set up for him is nice and comfortable, with a balcony and a private bathroom, and a walk-in closet that she already promised him they could fill. The worst of her “discussions” with Patrick had been done throughout the last week over the phone while Klaus slept in the hotel and she’d go out for ‘walks,’ while in reality she was just trying to smooth the situation before they arrived because she refused to let it fester and explode upon arrival. To his credit, he was cordial and friendly to Klaus, but when he made the mistake of making a side comment once they had gone to bed, Allison had been quick to shut that down. He had two options, she had told him in an angry whisper; he could be supportive and make this easy, or he could stay somewhere else until he got comfortable with the situation. He hadn’t been receptive to that feedback, but the way Allison was like a silent, furious storm after that he was smart enough to not instigate the situation. She knows that, if Klaus slips, it won’t be easy to get Patrick to come around on all this, but she has hope that won’t be the case.
All that hope doesn’t help her stay asleep, though, no matter how comfortable her bed is. There are fleeting thoughts that nag her enough to not let her sleep well, and at one point she startles awake as she dreams of Klaus unconscious, dying without her being able to reach him. The imagery alone is enough to make her slip out of bed, nausea biting at the back of her throat, but she tries to ignore it as she walks out of the room. Her intention is to walk over to Klaus’ room, but the scent of coffee catches her attention before she can get there. The aroma doesn’t help her nausea, but at least it’s enough to help appease her fears of Klaus not being okay.
Tightening the robe she’s wearing, she pads over to the kitchen. Her belly is starting to get hard to hide, the bulge obvious now even with the robe covering it, but she finds herself not minding if. If anything, as she walks she passes a hand absently over it, as if reminding herself that this is really happening. She has her brother in her house, and her baby is growing just fine. Neither come without complications, but for now she’s just content with what she has.
“Should we add a robe to the list of things to get later?” She says it teasingly as she walks into the kitchen, giving him a look at the sight of him in his underwear even if there’s a small smile on her face. She looks a little off, considering the nausea, but she sits down on a stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen as if everything is perfectly fine.