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chapter fifteen ━ no one important

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❝ and who is this lucky person? ❞

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HOPE WAS ABSOLUTELY precious. She was surprisingly well-behaved, never yelling or crying, simply sitting there on the floor of the nursery, playing with her toys. The tiny girl babbled to herself, holding her stuffed bears in her delicate hands as she would move them occasionally. Melody couldn't stop smiling at the scene, finding it adorable as sometimes she would even laugh. Occasionally the tribrid would almost topple over and the brunette would rush to her rescue, holding her before she could fall and helping her back up.

She was so entranced by Hope that she didn't notice the figure at the doorway, watching with a wide smile. Rebekah spoke up after a few minutes of observing, knowing that it was better to announce herself than be found intentionally staring. "Cute isn't she?"

Melody turned her head to look at the blonde, still grinning as she quickly waved her over. Once the Original was close enough, she pulled her to sit beside her. "Cute is an understatement. Hayley and Nik are lucky to have her." For a split second, a frown tugged on her lips before her smile returned, the voice in her mind silenced for the time being since she was clouding her thoughts by making sure Hope was cared for.

"Yes they are," Rebekah sighed, sitting on the ground beside her, turning her head to look at the female. "How are you liking New Orleans so far? Hopefully, it isn't too crazy for you because I know StoryBrooke is small compared to this city."

In response, she laughed, nodding her head in confirmation. "It certainly is different but I do love it here. Tons and tons of places to explore and the cafés here are amazing." Hope started to swing her teddy bear around, babbling louder which made the two chuckle in amusement. "But how are you? Anything going on lately? Any boys catch your eye?"

Rebekah blushed and looked down at her hands, embarrassed to have been asked the question, the irony prominent. "Well, Marcel is no longer of interest to me if that's what you're asking, hasn't been for a while now." She paused. "But, there is someone."

Melody was oblivious, grinning like a Cheshire Cat as she scooted closer to her. Deep down, she felt a pang of jealousy. Normally, she was not one to envy others or what they had. For some reason, hearing of this crush caused an unfamiliar feeling to arise inside of her. She shoved the feeling away roughly. "Oh? And who is this lucky person?"

Slowly, Rebekah turned to look at her, observing the female's features. In all her years of living as a vampire, never had she come across someone as stunning and beautiful as Melody Mills. Her hair was a calming chestnut hue, delicate to the touch, her eyes were soft and gentle but piercing whenever she got angry, her skin was smooth like silk, and her lips, oh her lips. If given the chance she would kiss her until her lips were swollen because Melody's was full, plumper on the bottom. How many times she imagined running the pad of her thumb over it, she lost count.

"No one important," Rebekah lied through her teeth, offering a bashful smile before looking to Hope. If the fairytale woman sensed her lie, she didn't mention it. And she wouldn't because she wasn't one to push for the truth. So, Melody merely nodded, watching her from the corner of her eye.