"It looks like the date of Laura and Edward's wedding has been moved up," Margot observed and handed Kol the latest version of the invitation. "I wonder why that is?"

Kol chuckled. "I can think of at least one reason why the date would be moved up and I bet my brother isn't too happy about it."

"So you think your niece is pregnant?" Margot asked. "I mean, that's the reason you mean, right?"

"Well, what other reason could there be to move a wedding up?" Kol asked.

Margot shrugged. "They could just be so in love they couldn't wait."

Kol burst out laughing. "That's hilarious!" He said. "Thanks. I needed a good laugh."

"Why do you think that's so funny?" Margot asked. "You've never loved anyone?"

Kol's gaze darkened. "Enough," he said firmly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go call the tailor and see if they can move up the fitting for my suit. And I suggest you do the same with your dressmaker." He strode out, leaving Margot open-mouthed. What had that been all about? She didn't know, but she knew she wouldn't hesitate to find out the answer.

For the next couple of days, Kol went out of his way to avoid Margot. Finally, she confronted him about it. "Why are you avoiding me?" She asked. "I thought it was your goal in life to follow me around everywhere and be a big pain in my ass! Are you mad because of that love question I asked you?"

"I thought I made it clear that your last mention of the subject was the end of it!" Kol replied. "I've never been in love before, and even if I intended to start, it wouldn't be with someone as rude and pushy as you!"

"Are you sure?" Margot pressed. "We had a lot of fun the other day, didn't we?"

"We did," Kol replied. "And that's all you'll get from me, nothing more, if that's what you're counting on."

Margot shrugged. "I'm not counting on anything," she said. "It's my sister who wants us to have a deep, meaningful relationship."

Kol scoffed. "Please," he said. "You say that now, but at the end of the day, you're no different than any other woman. You'll trap me like the rest of them have, and refuse to let me go."

Margot crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me?"

"Don't deny it," Kol replied. "You know it's the truth."

"It's not," Margot replied. "Something is clearly wrong with you. When we go to the wedding, I don't want you to pay me. We'll just go as dates and that's all."

"Unless I pay you, you're not coming," Kol replied. "I don't care what my brother says."

"You'll do anything to keep distance between us, won't you?" Margot asked. "I mean, despite the fact that you've moved into my house, slept with me, and made me breakfast on several occasions. You want to let me in, I just know it."

"You're delusional!" Kol replied and gave her a sound slap across the face.

"What was that for?" Margot asked in shock.

"That's for insisting you need to stick your nose where it doesn't belong!" Kol replied, and then strode off.

"Fine, run away!" Margot cried. "I would have preferred to have a discussion about your troubles with you, but now I'll have to go ask someone more cooperative! And I don't think I want to go to the wedding with you anymore. You can keep your damn money!"

Hearing this, Kol zipped back. "Fine," he said. "I'll give it to someone who actually needs it. I'm sure I'll have no trouble finding a woman to come with me. And it'll be money well spent." He disappeared and Margot sighed. He was right about her needing to visit the dressmaker. Between that and finding herself another date for the wedding, she had the rest of her day pretty much booked.


"Here's your mail," Jonathan said as he plunked down a small pile of letters in front of Amy. "One of them looks like a wedding invitation."

"A wedding invitation?" Amy found the letter he was talking about and read it. "It's for Laura and Edward's wedding. They're moving the date up."

"I don't mean to be indelicate," Jonathan said. "But perhaps it's being moved up because the bride is with child?"

"Maybe," Amy replied. "Or maybe they were just so in love they couldn't wait."

"That could also be," Jonathan agreed. "I completely understand the concept of marrying someone you love as soon as possible so you don't lose them." He eyed her meaningfully and Amy found herself staring back into Jonathan's eyes until they heard the sound of a throat being cleared. They quickly pulled away from each other and Amy began looking through the rest of the pile of mail.

"So what's going on in here?" Klaus asked. "Anything interesting in the mail?"

"Laura and Edward's wedding got moved up. Jonathan thinks it's because Laura is pregnant," Amy replied.

"Pregnant? Laura?" Klaus chuckled. "It's obvious he doesn't know my brother. Elijah would never allow that to happen before Laura got married."

"I don't know," Amy replied. "I guess we'll see."

She was just about to go get Savannah, who was napping, when all of a sudden, the baby cried out.

"I'll get her!" Jonathan said immediately.

"Oh, no, you sit," Klaus told him. "You're a guest. You don't need to go to all the trouble."

"It's really no trouble at all," Jonathan replied. "I'd be glad to."

"She's my baby, I'll get her," Klaus said firmly. "You stay right where you are!"

But neither man obeyed the command and they fought each other all the way down the hall until Klaus was able to zip into Savannah's room and shut Jonathan out. But then, Jonathan chuckled as he heard Klaus let out a cry. Then he opened the door. "Problem?" He asked with a smirk. "Anything I can remedy?"

"No," Klaus replied, trying to shield Savannah, who had turned into a giant snake that was slithering out of the crib, from Jonathan's view. "We're fine."

As the snake slithered toward him, Jonathan deftly pointed at it (he'd gotten his powers back upon leaving jail), returning Savannah back to herself, picking her up, kissing her head, and carrying her off to Amy while Klaus followed behind resentfully, his face red with fury.

"Here she is," Jonathan told Amy, setting the baby down in her lap.

"Did something happen?" Amy asked. "Was there a problem?"

"Oh, nothing really," Jonathan replied nonchalantly. "Little sneeze, big snake. I got it taken care of." He eyed Klaus. "Really handy that they gave me back my powers before I left jail, wasn't it?"

Klaus just narrowed his eyes and growled under his breath, but since Amy was present, he didn't take Jonathan's bait. "Yes," he said flatly. "It was fortunate you were there to save the day."

They both sat down and Amy looked between them. "So," she said. "What should we all do now?"

"Well, I'm not leaving this house!" Klaus replied, glaring at Jonathan. "That's for damn sure!"

There was awkward silence and then Jonathan replied, "I could take Savannah out somewhere so that the two of you could have some time alone. Would you like that?"

"Well, yes we would!" Amy replied. "Thank you, Jonathan. You're so sweet!"

"Just where do you think you can take her?" Klaus asked. "You've only recently come from jail and I bet you have no idea where anything is here!"

"You're very kind to express that concern," Jonathan replied, pushing some of his long dark hair out of his eyes. "But let me assure you that I will find a way for Savannah and I to entertain ourselves."

"Well, there you go," Amy replied. "How nice." She went and got Savannah's things and put them all in front of Jonathan, whose eyes widened. "What's all this?" He asked.

"Savannah's things," Amy replied. "I don't know what you'll need, but I've found it's best to be prepared for any potential scenario."

"Well, all right," Jonathan replied. "But how am I supposed to carry all of this and her at the same time?"

That's when Amy held up a red carrier. "Attach this to yourself," she said, taking Savannah, laying her on the floor, and attaching the carrier to Jonathan. "Then Savannah fits in all nice and snug like this," she plunked Savannah in the carrier, and the baby didn't seem fazed at all, even giving him a smile. "And now you have your hands free."

"Well, this is certainly useful," Jonathan replied. Amy helped him get all of Savannah's things in hand, then the two of them popped off to who knew where, leaving Klaus and Amy alone.


"Wasn't that so sweet of Jonathan to take Savannah and give us time to ourselves?" She asked Klaus. "Despite his past troubles, he's really a very sweet man."

Klaus scoffed. "If he's so wonderful, why don't you marry him then? Since you clearly have no trouble with letting him move into our house, make me look like fool, and bond with our daughter."

"He's not the one making you look like a fool," Amy countered. "You're doing that on your own, and I don't understand why."

"Because he's your fucking ex-fiance, damn it!" Klaus exploded. "And he clearly still has designs on you. I hope you're not so stupid that you can't see it."

Amy's eyes narrowed. "And even if he does still have feelings for me, why should that matter? If he makes any overtures, I'm not planning to return them, even if you keep acting like this and I become sorely tempted to so I can be with a man who shows me something other than jealousy! This is supposed to be a nice time for the two of us! Why do you insist on ruining it?"

"Well, why did you insist on inviting that man into our house without asking me first?" Klaus shot back.

"Well, it's not like you don't have a house guest of your own you didn't consult me about!" Amy said.

"Well, Lucy is my daughter, not my ex-fiance!" Klaus replied. "It's a completely different thing!"

Just then, Lucy strolled in. "Would you two mind keeping it down?" She asked. "I'm in the middle of a piece, and all this yelling is making it very difficult for me to concentrate."

"Sorry, dear," Klaus replied and moved away from Amy. "What are you working on? Can I see?"

"Sure!" Lucy nodded. "Why not?"

"I think I want to see this too," Amy replied.

Klaus chuckled. "I honestly don't know if you'd be able to handle it. Sometimes, Lucy's work is a bit much for people."

"Oh, let her come and see it," Lucy replied. "As long as she knows she's doing so at her own risk."

Amy gulped nervously, but followed the pair of them to Klaus' studio, which Lucy was temporarily using. She brought them in front of a painting with a dark blue background, and several images of the same dark-haired, blue eyed boy. He was being murdered in a different way in each one. Amy's stomach turned a little. "Can I-" she began. "Can I ask who the boy is in the picture and why you seem to want him dead so badly?"

"It's my brother," Lucy replied. "He's the reason why I'm here. I'm dating his father, my brother and I got in a fight, then his father picked my brother over me and kicked me out. This is the way I deal with revenge. Sam is a vampire, so not all the ways I have him dying in the picture would kill him in real life, but it's cathartic nonetheless. And it's also why I came here, instead of going to Mom and Uncle Elijah's where I would normally go. Mom is also the mom of my brother, so she'd give me an earful for fighting with him too, and I just don't want to have to deal with that."

"Oh!" Amy said. "I understand now. You have the same mother and different fathers, so that's why you're dating your twin brother's father and it's okay."

"Yep," Lucy nodded. "My mother has a vast and complex love life, and that is one of the many results of it."

"So how long do you intend to stay?" Klaus asked Lucy.

She shrugged. "As long as Sam is at Damon's, and who knows how long that'll be. It's not a problem, is it?"

"No!" Klaus shook his head. "We have the space and I rarely see you, so this is a treat!"

"Good!" Lucy nodded. "And thank you, Daddy."

"Now we'll leave you alone to continue thinking up other horribly gruesome ways to murder Sam," Klaus said and began nudging Amy toward the door. They exited the studio and Amy let out a shiver. "Those pictures of hers were just awful. So much darkness. How can one person be so mean to another person?"

"Actually, I find it sort of refreshing," Klaus replied. "At least in Lucy's case. She was raised primarily by my brother, so she's gotten his annoying habit of ignoring her darkness or thinking it's wrong to act out on those feelings, and that suppressing them is the right thing to do. Her siblings are the exact opposite, having been raised by me, so whenever I'm around Lucy and see the triumph of nurture over nature, it's very reassuring to me."

"Oh," Amy nodded. "All right. I suppose coming from you, that's as good of an explanation as anything." Then, she sighed. "I don't wanna fight anymore," she said, putting her arms around him and giving him a kiss. "What do you say we just go to bed instead?"

Klaus sighed, his hands moving down her back and over her butt, giving it a squeeze. "Oh, all right," he said. Amy grinned and zapped them off to bed. Once they were in the room, the door locked behind them, they began ripping off each other's clothes, their body temperatures rising.

"I could have just zapped us in here naked," Amy panted. "But that would've taken some of the fun away, wouldn't it?"

"Oh, yes," Klaus grinned and then ripped off her bra with his teeth. She let out a shriek and held on to him, relishing in the feel of his bare skin against hers before he unzipped, picked her up, held her against the wall, and pushed into her.

"Oh, yes!" She cried. "Oh, god, yes!" She shook her head so that her hair fanned out like a wall of flames, grunting as he pushed in and out again and again until finally, she collapsed in his arms. "Take me to bed," she panted. "Please."

Smugly, he lay her down on the bed. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, as was her hair. Klaus knew she was tired. He knew he should give her a break, but as he gazed as her beautiful, bare body laid out before her, he couldn't help but reach between her thighs and give her a little massage. He thought she would scold him, but instead, she closed her eyes and moaned, giving in to his pleasurable touching. "So good," she whispered. "Much better."

He climbed into bed, his lips close to her ear. "I know you're tired," he said. "But I couldn't resist touching you."

"You don't hear me complaining," Amy whispered back. "But you'll have to wait a little bit for your turn."

He kissed her. "As long as you love me most," he said, "I don't care how long it takes."


When Jonathan arrived home with Savannah, Klaus insisted on prolonging their sex and being as loud about it as possible, but Amy nixed that. Instead, she got out of bed, put on panties, a bra, and a robe, and went to meet Jonathan. When he saw her, his eyebrow went up. "I see by your red complexion that you took advantage of your time alone?"

"We did," Amy nodded. "Thank you. So what did you and Savannah do all this time?"

"I was at a loss about what to do with her at first," he admitted. "But then we went to the park, and there was a nice little group of children there with their mothers, who all praised me for being such an attentive father to my child. I am ashamed to say that I just thanked them and didn't correct their assumption about Savannah's paternity. Are you angry with me about that?"

"No!" Amy shook her head. "You'll probably never see those people again, and even though Klaus is literally her father, the connection you've made with her puts you in a father-like position, doesn't it?"

"Why, yes," Jonathan nodded. "I-I guess it does." Amy helped Jonathan remove the carrier and took Savannah in her arms. "Thank you so much for watching Savannah today," she said to him. "It was very nice of you."

"It's my pleasure," Jonathan replied. "Even though she's no Rachel Mary Putnam, she's the next best thing."

Amy chuckled. "That's what we would have named any daughter we'd have had. I can't believe you remember that."

"Well, I have no reason to forget," he said, giving her a meaningful look, and giving Savannah one more kiss on the head. "I think I need to go wash myself. I'll be down promptly for dinner."

"All right," Amy replied. "See you then, Jonathan." He started to go and then turned. "One last thing," he said. "When you and Klaus go to that wedding, I'll watch Savannah then too. Not to worry."

"Oh, Jonathan!" Amy cried. "You're too good to me."