Hi, this is my first go at this. I couldn't find a story like this so I thought that I would make one. This will not be a novel, more oneshot style. However I do hope to do it in chronological order. Hope you enjoy!
This first chapter is really short. Kind of a prologue.
Niklaus Mikaelson. Original. Vampire. Hybrid. Brother. Narstasitic, backstabbing, wanker. All titles that the 1000 year old man was used to and comfortable with. Father. His impending title, a reluctant title.
Despite months to get used to the idea of becoming a parent the original hybrid struggled to grasp the concept of fatherhood. He didn't believe he could give the unconditional love that his siblings believed he was capable of. At the beginning the constant thrum from Hayley's belly did not call to him in the same way that it did his brother and sister. He believed himself indifferent to the idea. His reaction to the endangerment of the child's life suggested otherwise. He kept these feelings hidden. He was conflicted, his desire to be wanted and loved, against his hatred of lonliness and disappointment. Niklaus Mikaelson was not weak and by handing his heart to the unknown was a risk. A vulnerable and mortal risk, who's mortality had the potential to rip his heart to shreads with its death.
He had asked what the baby offered him. Power. Not by his standards, his brothers were different entirely. Secretly he wanted to believe in it to. Believe that this child would be his saviour. As the child grew so did his belief. Not because of the witches prophecy. Not because of the child's potential powers. It was because he let himself care. He took Rebekah's advice.
When he found he was to expect a daughter he had been surprised. He had always pictured a son. A boy who he could teach to king, who he could shape and mould into a better man than he had ever been. Boys seemed tough, more durable, something his child would need to be because of its parentage, its family, its heritage. He was comfortable with boys. He had experiance, Marcel, Henrik, Stefan. All mattered to him in different ways. He had taught them all, felt a sense of responsibility. Girls, they were a different breed entirely. He thought them to be delicate and vulnerable. Admittidly his sister, Caroline and Hayley had proven him worng, yet he still felt protective of them. He would have to be softer with a daughter, a side of himself he was not in touch with.
As his daughter got stronger so did his feelings for the unborn girl, still dependent on her mother. He would catch himself looking at the swell of Hayley's stomach, imagining what she would look like, who she would she be like. Would she inherit his eyes, his curls, his temper? He prayed not. His girl would be what he was not. She would be allowed to be weak, she would be allowed to cry and she would never feel alone. He would make sure of that.
He anticipated her arrival. She would grace the world with her presence soon. Too soon he sometimes thought. He was not ready yet. New Orleans was not safe for his child, his heir, his daughter.
What did you think? I know this was a bit strange but I just wanted to establish his feelings because lets be honest Klaus is never going to be a loving father right from the off. The baby will be born next. The whole point of these oneshots is to give some insights into some father daughter moments. Please Review! Open to suggestions for specific oneshots!