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"Another one?" Klaus asked as Elijah beamed with pride. "And people accused Selina and me of being too physical with each other!"

"It wasn't like that," Elijah replied. "It was planned. We're gonna have a little boy."

"Are you?" Klaus asked. "I bet you're happy about that."

"Yes, and Selina's much happier now that she doesn't have to wake up sick every morning. Although, and she'd probably slap me if I told her this, those early months of pregnancy are my favorite, because she actually lets me do things for her. I feel useful in a way that I don't the rest of the time because she's so independent." Elijah grinned as he clutched his drink and looked around Enid's. "Oh, well. At least I enjoyed it while it lasted."

"What are we talking about now?" Selina asked as she sucked orange juice through a straw and sat down next to them.

"Just about how I've enjoyed taking care of you while you've been pregnant," Elijah told her as she shifted position to ease the pain in her back from her expanding stomach. "That's all."

"Ah, all right," Selina nodded.

"How's the orange juice?" Klaus asked with a grin.

"Well, it's no rum and Coke, but it's good, I guess," Selina replied, then squirmed uncomfortably.

Elijah noticed the grimace on her face, and said, "Would you like to go home and lie down?"

"Yeah, I think I would," Selina admitted. "My back is just killing me." Then she handed him her drink. "Hold this," she said. "I need to run and pee before we go."

Elijah sighed and grinned at his brother. "Her blunt way of expressing herself is always so refreshing."

"I actually think she's been holding back on her bluntness since she met you," Klaus replied. "She was much more open with me."

"I have no doubt she was," Elijah replied.

"But seriously, though," Klaus continued. "How in the world did you convince her to have another child?"

"She felt I needed a way to occupy my time since Father no longer needs me to hunt with him," Elijah replied. "And it was either expend my energies raising a child or spend hours on end writing my memoirs, that will include sections about my love life with women other than her. And I think it was obvious which one she picked."

"Yes, it is," Klaus replied.

"Funny thing, though," Elijah continued. "I started with the memoirs, writing about some of my time with Katerina. Selina of course read it after I expressly told her not to, and was so overcome with jealousy that she ripped up every single page." He grinned. "That's why I wrote that part, you know. Cause I knew that's exactly what would happen." He chuckled.

"Clever," Klaus replied.

"Speaking of less than pleasant marital situations," Elijah told Klaus after taking a swig of his drink. "Have things improved between you and Amy at all?"

"It's calmed down a bit," Klaus admitted. "We've stopped being violent toward each other at the very least, but she's still indulging in annoying little pranks that make me have to be on my guard. It's nothing too awful, though."

"Well, I suppose as long as it works for both of you," Elijah replied. Selina came back and said, "I'm ready to go, but I can wait until you've finished your drink if you want."

"Thank you," Elijah replied. He finished his drink, left a few dollars on the bar, and then, as they got up to go, Selina caught Klaus' eye. "If Amy isn't still mad at me, tell her that I said 'Hi'."

"I will," Klaus replied as he saluted her with his beer.


When they reached home, Selina got in a more comfortable outfit and climbed into bed while Elijah rubbed her shoulders and back. "Only four months more," she said. "I just have to keep telling myself that."

"Well, you're handling it like a pro," Elijah told her. "I commend you."

"You should," Selina replied. "Actually, it's not so bad this time around. Nothing is as painful or uncomfortable as being pregnant with triplets."

"I have no doubt that's true," Elijah replied. "This'll be a very interesting thing to put in my memoirs."

"Remember what I told you about that," Selina replied. "You can write about all the other women you want just as long as I get a special section about how wonderful I am that's not shared with anyone else."

"I remember, I remember," Elijah replied. "Don't worry."

"All right," Selina nodded with a self-satisfied look. "Now that that's settled, I can take my nap feeling at ease." She shut her eyes, and Elijah kissed her neck, whispering, "Only four more months," into her ear. Then, when he was sure she was asleep and tucked in, he shut iff her lights and went to watch TV until she woke up again.


Tristan held Emily's hand as they followed her father through the cemetery gates. In her free hand, she had a fistful of wild flowers, and was sniffing and trying not to cry.

"It'll be okay," Tristan told her. "I bet your mom has missed you."

They kept walking until they stopped in front of a grave that read Leslie Dickinson, beloved wife and mother, RIP.

Emily's father sighed, removed his hat, and closed his eyes as Emily knelt down and put the flowers in front of the stone. "Hi, Mom," she said quietly. "Tristan and I, we brought these flowers for you. I hope you like them." Then, she noticed her father, who had tears rolling down his cheeks, reach for her hand. Emily took it and gave it a squeeze. "It's okay, Daddy," she said. "I miss Mom too."

Her father smiled and kissed her forehead as Tristan backed away. Emily noticed this and said, "Where are you going?"

"Well," Tristan replied, "this seems like a personal moment between you two, so I'll just go back to the car and wait until you're done."

"Oh, you don't have to do that," Emily replied.

"But I think I should," Tristan replied. He went to the car, and waited. Emily and her father returned a few minutes later.

"It's Mom's birthday today, you know," Emily told him as she wiped her eyes.

"Is it?" Tristan asked.

"Yes," Emily nodded. "And-and thanks for coming with us to do this. I know you didn't have to, and it means a lot."

"No problem," Tristan replied as they left the cemetery. "It was my pleasure. I'll always look out for you. You know that, right?"

"Well, now I do," Emily replied and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"All right," Emily's father said when they were back on the road. "Let's do something fun. Who wants to get ice cream?"

"I do," Emily told him.

"And me too," Tristan replied.

"Well, I guess that makes it unanimous then," her father replied, and they drove to the closest ice cream story and got the biggest cones they could get.


"Okay," Henry said as he shut off the lights four months later. "I think you'll really like this movie."

"I don't think so," Margaret replied. "It sounds awful."

"Are you kidding?" Henry asked. "It's Frankenstein! He brings a dead guy back to life! We can't even do that with magic!" He paused thoughtfully. "We can, actually, but it's not allowed."

"I bet you'd do it if you had a good reason to, though," Margaret said. "Like if I died."

"It's kind of moot for you, though," Henry reminded her. "And me. We can't die. We're special."

"Very true," Margaret nodded and Henry handed her the bowl of popcorn. "Here, have some."

"I don't know," Margaret replied. "It looks kind of messy."

"Oh, come on, Maggie!" Henry replied and began pelting her with popcorn. "Live a little!"

"Okay, I will!" Margaret yelled, throwing up her hands to protect herself. But she was smiling. "Just stop throwing food at me!"

"Why don't you make me?" Henry asked. With a determined look, Margaret began picking up fistfuls of popcorn and throwing them back at Henry. Finally, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into a hug.

"You smell nice," she said. "Your mother buys good shampoo for you."

"Thank you," Henry replied, and kept hold of her.

"You're not letting me go," she observed.

"Well, do you want me to?" Henry asked.

"No," Margaret shook her head. "Not really."

They held onto each other until James came into the room. "I thought you two were gonna watch Frankenstein," he told them. "Did you decide not to? Did you think it would be too scary? Your mother thought you might."

"No, it wasn't that we thought it would be too scary," Henry replied. "We just...made a mess with the popcorn and were busy picking it up."

"Oh," James nodded. "Well, good for you." He paused. "Even though you're not scared of it, do you mind if I watch it with you?"

"Sure," Margaret replied. "Go ahead."

"Thank you," James replied. He started the movie and then came to sit on Henry's other side, grabbing a handful of popcorn out of the bowl and eating it.

When it got to the part where Frankenstein and his assistant were in the cemetery picking out body parts for the monster (meaning not very far into the movie at all) Margaret was already making faces and spouting what Henry thought was inappropriate commentary.

"That's so gross!" She exclaimed. "Who would want to go into a cemetery and dig up graves to get body parts of dead people?"

"Well, technically your mom is a dead person," Henry replied impatiently. "Now be quiet and watch the movie."

"My mom is not a dead person!" Margaret replied, looking offended. "She's alive and you're crazy!"

"Actually, Henry's technically right, since your mother is a vampire," James replied.

"Where's the phone?" Margaret asked. "I'm gonna ask my mom about this!" Margaret said and stomped off. James and Henry looked at one another, sighed, and then James stopped the movie. Henry followed Margaret into the kitchen and watched her dial her parents' number.

"Daddy?" She said when her father answered the phone. "Is Mom there? I have to ask her a question."

"All right," Elijah replied. "But do it quick. We're kind of busy at the moment." Selina came on the phone a few seconds later, and Margaret could hear her breathing funny. "What's wrong, Mommy?" She asked.

"Nothing," Selina replied. "I'm just gonna probably have your brother soon. What's the problem?"

"Are you dead?" Margaret asked. "Henry says you are because you're a vampire."

"Well, technically yes," Selina replied. "The doctor who turned me gave me poisoned water to take medicine with and it killed me, although not for very long."

"Is Daddy dead too?" Margaret asked.

"No," Selina replied. "He became a vampire cause of a spell put on him, and that spell didn't require him to die first."

"Oh," Margaret replied. "Okay." Then her eyes widened in alarm as her mother let out a cry of pain and ended the call.

"Well, all right, then," Margaret said, turning to Henry. "I guess you and your dad weren't lying about my mom after all."

"I told you," Henry replied. "Now come back and watch the movie, would you?"

"All right," Margaret replied. "I will."

After the movie was over, they got a call from Elijah asking if James and Lenora wouldn't mind keeping Margaret overnight. "She has a new little brother now," Elijah said. "His name is Ethan. And I want to spend the night without distractions just to make sure everything is okay."

"All right," James replied. "We'll take good care of her."

He got off the phone and tuned to Margaret. "You get to spend the night here," he told her. "You have a new little brother and your father wants to stay with your mom alone for the night to make sure she's all right."

"That's okay," Margaret replied. "I don't mind." She looked at Henry. "Do you?"

"No," Henry replied. "Just as long as you promise not to talk through any more movies."