WHO: Stebekah WHAT: Talking, sharing some ice cream. WHERE: Their house WHEN: Night of the 20th RATING: Low STATUS: In progressss
Natalia was never a happy toddler when the weather started getting humid and it didn't help that she was getting to that age where she wanted to do everything on her own to learn--which Stefan wasn't against. Most of the time. But today she had been particularly cranky about not getting her way so he was glad when she went to bed relatively easily after a story, AC and dehumidifier running. She was so peaceful when she was sleeping, clinging to her stuffed Shamu plushie tonight(something he was pretty sure Damon had gotten for her).
After watching her for a few moments, Stefan quietly moved out of the room and headed into the kitchen. He pulled down a couple of glasses and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from one of the high cabinets before taking a seat next to Rebekah at the table, a pint of ice cream pulled out for them to share. The man poured each of them a measure of the alcohol and pushed a glass towards his wife, smiling at her. "Quite the day," he remarked with a soft laugh, pulling the spoon from her fingers and digging it into the ice cream to steal a bite.