its honestly really sad that even after centuries of vampirism ostensibly freeing her from the confines of society, marriage, womanhood & motherhood, gabi still chooses to use her son as an extension of herself to achieve her goals. idt she's nearly as free as she thinks she is
“and she’ll be what? a lap dog?”
“put on a yellow dress and sit in your lap?”
louis emotionally attaching himself to a girl he doesn’t know twice now..