My gaze wavered and my breath came out as a shaky gasp as I stared at the two dreaded pink lines on the pregnancy stick sitting on the bathroom counter.

This can't be happening to me.

From all the stories I heard from friends about their friends getting knocked up by accident in high school or college I remembered feeling relief that I would never have to go through that. I never thought I would be in the situation where I was one of those girls. I was experiencing nausea the past week, not to mention I had missed my period but I remained optimistic even when I decided to buy a pregnancy test just in case.

But lo and behold, as I kept staring at the two pink lines that was only a reminder of life literally fucking me over.

That was the third test I had taken that day after buying several of them at the local convenience store (I had even bought the newer fancy ones that actually say pregnant or not) and drinking an entire bottle of Gatorade to force myself to have to pee. The other tests all had the same result.

I thought twice about taking another one but I wasn't too keen on the idea of getting my hands wet with pee again.

Even if I did, I'm pretty positive the result would be the same no matter what.

With a frustrated sigh, I tossed the stick in the trash before washing my hands and leaving the bathroom. I stepped back into the living room of my apartment which I shared with two of my friends from school. One of my roommates, Brea was sitting on her bed with a vertebrates subject textbook in her hands, clad in a comfortable white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Noticing me walk in the room, she absentmindedly glanced up before looking back at her book to flip the page, a dark curly strand of her hair falling against her forehead.

"You were in there for a long time. Anything wrong?"

I stood there for several seconds with my mouth open to say something but nothing would come out. I probably looked like a fish out of water at this point.

She arched an eyebrow after taking another glance at me again. This time closing her textbook and sitting up against the couch. "Alright, you're kind freaking me out now. What's the matter?"

"I'm pregnant."

After blurting that out, a pregnant pause (oh, the irony) soon filled the room as my roommate stared at me with eyes wider than those tarsier animals. I watched as her jaw slowly dropped in disbelief of what just came out of my mouth.

"What do you mean you're pregnant!?" After snapping out of it, she suddenly exclaimed.

I felt my threat tighten and tears prick along the corners of my eyes as my body began to tremble followed by an onslaught of ugly sobs. I wiped my tears from my face with my sleeves and sniffled. "I mean I went and bought three pregnancy tests and drank a whole bottle of Gatorade this morning to make myself pee but I can't even aim right and my hands got covered in my own pee and now I'm pregnant," I sobbed even more and gasped for air.

Brea quickly got up from the couch to hold me in her arms while shushing me. "It's alright, it's gonna be okay, okay? Robbie isn't going to abandon you, even though I had no idea you guys were even back together." She tossed me an accusing stare.

As my sobs died down, my breathing became wracked with hiccups. "We're not." I muttered.

"But you two have still been sleeping together?"

"No, I mean we haven't." I pulled away from her embrace and paced the room, burying my hands into my top of my hair. "He's not the father," I lowered my voice above a murmur, embarrassed to admit it out loud.

Brea blinked, a confused furrow of her eyebrows gracing her features. "Woah, okay wait, slow down. If he isn't, then who the hell is?" She spoke with sudden interest.

I scrunched up my nose in anger, at mostly myself. "I don't know, the only guy I recently slept with was some hot bloke I shagged at the nightclub we went to a few weeks ago."

That actually sounded worse saying it.

"Uh, can you rephrase that? I can't understand your British slangs, Iz." Brea stared at me as if I were speaking another language. I almost forgot she was American sometimes, considering the fact we were foreigners living and going to school in Berlin.

"I fucked some hot guy at the nightclub, okay?" I slowly repeated, pausing after each word.

We stared at each other for a brief second before her straight face began to twitch and she suddenly broke into laughter. I swatted her on the arm, my mouth agape. "It's not funny!"

"Sorry, it just sounded funny when you put it like that." She wiped a tear from her eye before reaching for my arm and giving it a reassuring squeeze. I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out. Did you get his number or do you know some way to contact him?" She asked.

"Why would I do that?" I stared at her as if she were insane. "You must think I'm bloody mad to call someone up I barely know, especially after we had a one night stand. What am I supposed to tell him? Oh hey, it's the girl you shagged a few weeks ago, by the way I'm pregnant, so you know if you want you can be apart of your baby's life or just send me child support money, whatever floats your boat."

Brea snorted. "Well when you put it like that..."

I shot her a sarcastic grin. "My point exactly."

"But I mean if this mystery nightclub guy is the father, shouldn't he have the right to know?"

"I don't even know if I want to keep it! My mum is going to kill me if she finds out," A grimace appeared on my face as I crossed my arms around my stomach, feeling nauseous again. I didn't know if it was due to the pregnancy or because I felt anxious about this entire situation. "This is a disaster. No way, I can't keep it." I whispered.

"What are you saying?" Brea spoke out loud.

Before I had time to reply I suddenly felt vile rising up in my throat, immediately causing me to whirl around and race back towards the bathroom to practically throw myself at the toilet and hurl whatever was left in my stomach.

"Are you okay?" I heard Brea ask from the living room, alarmed.

After throwing up the rest of the contents in my digestive tract into the toilet, I groaned a "no".

The front door of the apartment opened and I heard the clinging of keys against the counter as footsteps walked in. I could only guess our other friend and roommate had arrived.

"Okay, I'm officially calling an association meeting." I heard Dominic say, and I rolled my eyes wondering if he had returned to the apartment high again. I leaned over and flushed the toilet as Brea responded, drowning out their conversation.

"Association meeting? What association meeting?"

"The association of the people who live in this apartment, of course."

Brea snorted, trying not to laugh. "That's ridiculous."

"I have a bit of a problem. A huge problem, actually."

Feeling curious, I finished up cleaning my face and washing my hands before returning to the living room. Dominic actually appeared to be sober this time and talking in a serious manner, which surprised me since he's barely ever serious. He's an egotistical and blunt asshole who has a passive aggressive way of saying things and doesn't give two shits about what other people think of him. I admit, I actually kind of had a crush on him when we first met considering he is in fact attractive, that is until I found out he was gay, of course. But despite that, we've became best friends ever since.

"So you know I gamble sometimes, and last weekend I sort of lost a lot of money. So now I can't afford to pay this month's rent, and I already gave the complex owner too many excuses already so if I don't pay it by this month they're going to kick me out." Dominic offered a weak and nervous laugh.

"You're fucking joking," Brea crossed her arms.

"Well at least it's not as big as my problem," I smiled, pointing at myself.

"What's your problem?"

"She's pregnant." Brea cut in.

I shot her a narrowed glance. "Thanks, Bree."

Dominic's jaw dropped, much like Brea's did earlier. "No way, you're joking."

I sighed before making my way over to the couch and plopping myself down. I reached for a pillow and self-consciously held it over my stomach, even if there wasn't anything there to cover yet. "I wish I was, believe me."

"Well you've told Robbie right?"

"He's not the dad," I grimaced.

Dominic breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god, I never did like Robbie, he was always such a little bitch."

"Dominic," Brea glared.

I scoffed, glancing down and fiddling with the ends of the pillow. "Yeah, well, I think getting knocked up from a one night stand is worse."

"You had a one night stand!?" Dominic's eyes widened in disbelief. "Isla, you naughty girl, I never thought you had it in you. Details, please. Was he hot? No, maybe he's a celebrity. You could be pregnant with a celebrity's baby. It was Matt Damon wasn't it? Please say it was Matt Damon."

"It wasn't Matt Damon," I stifled a laugh while rolling my eyes.

"Do you know what the guy's name was?" Brea questioned.

I hummed in thought. Since the incident took place several weeks ago already and it was foggy enough as it is, as much as I tried to think I couldn't quite remember his name. The details I did remember was that he was British, charming smile but with a dangerous glint in his eyes, unruly dirty blonde hair. He looked like a man who had many demons. The dangerous damaged ones I was told to stay away from but like many girls only felt attracted to.

I was so bloody stupid.

"Well let's look at the bright side, if you do decide to have this baby I can take it with me to the park and pretend I'm a widow father. Not only ladies love that, but gay men die for that sort of sob story." Dominic grinned.

I cursed in frustration and grabbed a hold of the pillow before hurling it straight at his face.

Dominic quickly flinched and caught the pillow before it smashed him in the face. "Woah, easy there tiger, I was only joking." He chuckled.

Brea offered me a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry Iz, I'm sure you'll be able to find that mystery guy and tell him about the situation."

"Tell him we want 5 grand asap, no, 10 grand. You know for my rent money and diapers and all that." Dominic slipped on his sunglasses and plopped down on the couch with his legs crossed. "If he wants to apart of this babies life and be a loving father and what not." Brea smacked his arm and bit her tongue to keep from laughing.

I was definitely not in the funny mood as I abruptly stood up and marched towards my room. "I don't even know if I want to find him!" I shouted, escaping into my room and slamming the door shut.

"It must be those pregnancy hormones," I heard Dominic faintly murmur from behind the door as I walked over to my bed and plopped down on the mattress.

I rolled over and grabbed my old pillow pet unicorn, pressing it against my face and repressing the urge to scream.

Once again, I found myself thinking.

Why me?


A/N: I had this idea for a while now and there's a few stories on here I enjoy reading about another girl getting pregnant besides Hayley. I thought to have this take place after Season 4, where all the Originals have been separated for a while now. I thought it would be perfect since after so many years without his daughter, Klaus would clearly probably have his humanity shut off and revert back to his old ways, especially since he doesn't have Elijah around anymore to keep him in line.

I was thinking crap, what if he got another girl pregnant? He would go insane for the baby, considering he lost Hope. And none of his siblings would know about it either since they're all separated, it would lead to an interesting storyline.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this prologue/first chapter and let me know what you think so far ~

Peace!