Falling For You || N.Mikaelson [1]

The sound of three loud knocks on the door woke her up and she groaned in annoyance.

"What?" She yelled to whoever was on the other side of the door.

"Does it mean you don't want pancakes?" She heard her mother's voice and jumped out of her bed to open the door.

"Mum?"She questioned as she opened the door. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?" She asked her confused and rubbed her eyes.

"I got a day off. I thought we could spend it together...?" Rhea trailed with a small smile and her daughter smiled too before hugging her.

"I would love to." She said to her mother's blond hair.

"I'm glad. I thought we could have some mother to daughter talk?" She asked and Melanie nodded grabbing Rhea's arm and taking her down to the kitchen.

Melanie and Rhea were about the same height, the former maybe a little taller by an inch or two but they were still considered somehow short in their family where everyone was above six feet, and Melanie being five feet five and Rhea five feet four.

The girl sat in their kitchen next to the table as her mother put a plate with one pancake across from her.

"Thank you." She said as her mother sat next to her with a similar plate next to her.

"So... I want to hear all the boys drama." Rhea taunted with a smirk seeing her daughter's cheeks turn a dark shade of red.

"There's none." She answered and Rhea laughed before taking a sip from her coffee.

"Don't you lie to your mother." She said with a playful pointed look.

"Well... There's this boy, or man? I don't-" She started but was cut off. "How old is he?" Rhea asked and Melanie gulped.

"What?" She muttered. "His age? How old is he." Rhea asked again.

"Oh, he's my age. He just acts like an adult sometimes, like he's lived forever." She laughed but stopped as she saw her mother's face.

"Fine. Umm, I think he's like, twenty two, maybe?" Melanie trailed awkwardly.

"You think?" She frowned. "Well I never asked." She started tapping her leg on the floor.

"Oh Lord, Annie." Rhea sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"He's really sweet, I promise." Melanie started. "And he's beautiful and nice and caring..." Her mother smiled in a taunting way.

"Is my daughter in love?" She smirked as Melanie's eyes turned wide.

"What? No! Of course not, what are you talking about." She said defensively and Rhea chuckled.

"I'm just saying...I know he may be a little too old for me but he's amazing, really." She said and her mother nodded with a knowing smile.

"What's his name? Your father was telling me all these stories about the santa guy and I really hope it's not him." She said with raised brows and turned to look back at her daughter to see her ignoring eye contact.

"Don't tell me it's him. Mon told me how he hurt you. I don't like him." She said and Melanie rolled her eyes.

"Dad doesn't know the whole story, and, he made up to it I swear." She said and Rhea narrowed her eyes.

"Okay." She muttered. "His full name is Niklaus, I call him Nik and he's the sweetest. Really." Melanie said with a small smile.

Her mother was about to speak but she stopped her. "But there's another small thing." She started anxiously.