'little blonde haired blue eyed child'
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I woke up to a loud bang in the morning followed by an almighty cuss from a certain Iverson brother, who was then scolded by my Iverson brother and told matter-of-factly that he was supposed to carry the bag and not drop it onto the floor.
Hearing this, I sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes. Were Wesley and Evie leaving so soon? Rising from my bed, I grabbed the first thing which came to hand, thankfully it happened to be one of Klaus’s shirts. I slipped it on before hastily making my way to where all the commotion was coming from. Standing at the top of the grand staircase of the Iverson mansion, I stopped flabbergasted by the sheer amount of suitcases and camping bags which lay in waiting by the front door.
“What’s going on?” I called out to no one in particular, however it was then that Klaus happened to walk through the open front door.
“Good morning angel, I thought you were asleep.” He smiled brightly as he jogged up the staircase to stand on a step in front of me, allowing us to be roughly on the same height level as each other.
“I was” I replied, shooting a look of accusation in Wesley’s direction, who in return simply laughed and continued to pick up another bag to take outside. “Are Wesley and Evie leaving already?” I voiced my concern with a frown, to which Klaus simply scooped me up into his arms and silenced me with his kiss.
“Yes, but we’re going with them” He explained, causing my eyes to widen and pull away to look at him.
“What?” I asked in shock, as my eyes automatically roamed the hall of bags with the new found knowledge.
“We’re going on a pack vacation.” He told me pulling my wondering eyes back to his. “You, me, Wesley, Evie, Ethan, Quinn and other members of the pack who are our age.” He told me with a smile.
“Where are we going?” I asked feeling the rush of excitement running through me, at the prospect of going on holiday – or in Klaus’s words – Vacation. I’d never been on vacation before, apart from moving over here from England, I’d never been away for leisure.
“We decided to go on a camping road trip up to Winnipeg in Canada.” He grinned.
“Camping?” I asked in shock, I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. “A road trip? Have you realised it’s the middle of winter, we’ll freeze to death” I couldn’t help but point out.
“Angel, I can promise you, you won’t be cold; you’re a werewolf and I’m your mate. We’ll use body heat to keep warm if needed” He smirked wriggling his eyebrows suggestively causing me to role my eyes. However I was suddenly feeling a lot more excited about the trip than a few seconds ago.
“When are we leaving?!” I grinned, and he laughed.
“As soon as you’re dressed, however I can’t say I don’t like what you’re wearing right now. Might just have to skip getting dressed and take you as you are.” He whispered in my ear and I shook my head in amusement, trying to mask the slight blush which made its way to my cheeks as I pushed him away.
“I need to pack” I told him with a frown. “You know a little warning could have been nice” I scolded him and he shook his head as he picked me up in his arms, so that I now had my legs wrapped around his waist.
“No need, I’ve already packed for you” He told me nonchalantly. “Now how about we go and take a quick shower before we head off?” He suggested, as he walked down the corridor towards our room. He left me really no choice as he placed me on the counter top of our un-suite and pulled his shirt over my head, before dropping it on the bathroom floor. I frowned slightly, fighting the part of me which wanted to self-consciously cover my naked self from his hungry gaze, but I stopped myself. There was absolutely no reason for me to hide myself from him. He’d seen it all before. My gaze was pulled back to him though, when from the corner of my eyes I saw him begin to lift his own shirt from his body. I continued to stare as he stripped in front of me. I only pulled my eyes away from his sculptured chest when I felt a finger under my chin, tilting my head up so that I looked at him.