a/n: Hey Originals fandom! Since we have a little while until the season 5 premiere, I decided to write a series of one-shots. This is going to be about Freya and Keelin as they go through the journey of motherhood together. In this story, Hope is a teenager on the verge to adulthood and the Mikaelsson family can see each other without problems. The one-shots after this introduction chapter won't be in any specific timeline. It will just be throughout the lives of Freya, Keelin and their child. Hope you enjoy!

"You sure you want to do this?" Marcel asked, with a chuckle.

Marcel and Rebekah were sitting across Freya and Keelin in a well known restaurant in this side of town. Freya and Keelin decided to escape the dangerous life of New Orleans and move into a home they can call their own. It's still in Louisiana, so visiting family wouldn't be a problem. Keelin had a stable job and the hospital and Freya owned a potions shop that was magically disguised as a flower shop for the human eye. Things were nice, there was some peace in New Orleans.

Things have changed after the Hollow was defeated. Freya has taken Rebekah's advice about holding on to Keelin and cherishing this type of love that was new to her. She was happy she was able to provide Keelin the life she always wanted. One where she was considered normal, can control her werewolf abilities and can be married to the woman of her dreams and live happily. They were married, though they did nothing big. Much to Rebekah and Hayley's disappointment.

Now here they were, falling into another step of normal lives. After months of debating, they decided to have children. That decision came with many questions. Like which one of them would carry this baby? Freya didn't want to go through another pregnancy scarred after the death of her first child before birth. Also, if her and her wife wanted their lives to be normal, raising a powerful Mikaelson witch would not be part of the plan. As much as Freya adored her niece Hope, who was now preparing for her college years, teaching her all that magic is something she'd rather not go through again. Keelin didn't want to carry a baby because she didn't want her child going through the curse or the guilt of killing someone. So, they finally came to the decision to adopt.

The decision to adopt a human caused more questions. How much should this child know about their family's role in the supernatural world? When would they tell their child? How much should they know about their future family's history? They had decided the situation has to suit the child their adopting. Also how old would their child be? Freya argued to skip the baby years, because she would just imagine the years she should've spent with her baby. Keelin was fine with that, she just wanted to be a mom. She didn't want anything denied to her, just because she was married to a woman or a wolf. So proving she could be a mom became everything to her. She didn't care if her child was 12 months or 12 years.

Keelin held Freya's hand under the table and smiled. "100 percent"

Rebekah looked at her sister, who shared the same smile. "Freya?"

Rebekah was the first sibling she told about deciding to adopt. Freya told her sister everything. Rebekah decided to ask for Marcel's help, since he is the one that helped Hayley get adopted, and he practically adopted Davina himself. Freya knew he had ties everywhere, if anyone can get them a child, it's him. After telling Rebekah, she told Klaus, Hayley and Hope. Freya and Keelin practically grilled Hayley on her adopted family. What it was like. What her adoptive parents were like. Any information on foster care, how long was she adopted. Looking back Freya felt a little bad for just bringing up her past like that. She doesn't talk about it a lot. Not even when Hope asks about it. Hope was overjoyed at the thought of having a cousin. Freya, thinking back to what her niece said, wanted to laugh. "I love all of you, but you're all adults. Some of you ancient adults. It will be nice to have someone younger in the family"

"100 percent" She echoed.

"Okay, well luckily for you there is this little five year old that is in her second foster home. Her parents died sometime in the last year or so. Victims of some vampire shit in the city. Wrong place, wrong time type of situation. Her foster parents didn't want her at their place because she has nightmares that cause her to scream and cry. Wakes up their other foster kids. Labeled her problematic. She's a little brown girl. Dark brown eyes. Her biological family probably indian or from the islands." Marcel explains. "Besides the nightmare situation, she's the sweetest child. Her current foster mom says she's quiet and stays to herself, but loves to help with kids younger them her. She likes to read, or pretend to read. Since the bouncing around house to house, she hasn't really gone to preschool. So she can't write like a kid her age should. She likes looking at books though. She likes to color in coloring books. It's just hard finding a family for her because she's a little older. Most people when they adopt want a newborn baby. Not a five year old labeled with behavioral problems"

Freya felt her heartbreak for this little girl she could only imagine. She didn't have her parents. Her wife doesn't have any family at all. This was their chance to move on and heal all of them from their past. This little girl is perfect, Freya thought. She could tell by Keelin's face that she felt the same.

"You want to hear the best part?" Rebekah asks, wanting to see the reaction on her sister's face.

The future moms nodded.

"Her name is Iris"

Freya laughed. Keelin looked at her confused.

"Iris in the greek goddess of the rainbow"

Keelin laughed. "And here I thought we couldn't get any gayer. I guess that means it's meant to be"

"She sounds perfect" Keelin says once they recovered from their laughter.

"You haven't even seen a picture yet" Marcel points out as the waiter brings them their drinks.

"It doesn't matter" Freya says.

"So I guess that means you don't want to see a picture" Marcel says, sliding the folded photograph back in his pocket.

"No!" Both Freya and Keelin shouted, getting the attention of the others around them.

Marcel laughed and slid the picture towards them.

The little girl was in a purple top and jeans that looked a little big for her. Probably in pass-me-downs. She smiled at the camera, she was holding a book and sitting on a couch. Freya could tell how crowded her current foster home is. Toys scattered. Snack wrappers and water bottles everywhere. She wanted nothing more then to have that little girl with her and Keelin.

She didn't realize Keelin was crying until she looked up. It was one little tear, Freya kissed it away.

"She's the one. She's our little girl" Keelin says, she turns to Marcel. "What do you have to do now?"

"Shit ton of paperwork, but since we have some advantage then our mortal competition, you won't have to wait that long. She should be home in no less then two weeks"

"Two weeks" Freya repeated, the situation hitting her. Two weeks, or less, she'll be a mom. A married wife raising a little girl with her wife.

"Let's bring our little girl home"

a/n: Hope you liked the introduction chapter. This is just the decision process for Keelin and Freya. The rest of the one-shots will be about Iris, Keelin and Freya. Ironically I really like the name Iris and didn't know that meaning before I chose it. I decided to look it up to see what it means, and greek goddess of rainbow is what I got. Thought that was funny, so I included that one scene. Feel free to share your thoughts, have a lovely day!