A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews! You guys really make me excited to write more! This chapter has a some Bonnie/ Klaus goodness, and then Bonnie realizing she has a bun in the oven. I'll try to start writing next chapter to detail more Bonnie's reaction and then Klaus' reaction as well. I hope the timeline of the story isn't confusing!
Original hybrids can be fertile, too
Long, manicured nails painted crimson tap on the mahogany nightstand, indicating Bonnie's boredom. For someone who wants to look like he doesn't care about his appearance, Klaus is taking his sweet time getting ready for this thing he is forcing her to go.
"Tell me again why I have to go? Last time I heard, Marcel's vampires hate witches," she says as soon as the water from the shower stops running. Klaus comes out of the bathroom, a hundred dollar towel wrapped around his waist and droplets of water falling from his hair.
A couple months ago, Bonnie would have blushed and probably left the room. Now that she is well aware of all the details in his body, she doesn't even blink when he drops the towel and walks naked to get some clothes.
"I told you, with Elijah back in town, I figured it would be wise to make nice with Marcel, for a while." Klaus bends down a little, to open one of the drawers and get some underwear. Black boxer briefs, Bonnie's favorite. "I don't want him to get antsy and make rash decisions."
Bonnie sighs, and scoots over to lean on the headboard. She hates to admit it, but he's right. After the whole daylight rings and nightwalkers debacle, they're walking on a thin line when it comes to Marcel, so it would be smart not to piss him off.
"Can't you play nice without me?" Bonnie asks in an almost pleading voice. Some girls may dream of attending a ball in a beautiful designer gown, but not Bonnie. This Friday night, Bonnie wants to be a normal college girl and attend a party in a fraternity house with her friends. Maybe get drunk on tequila shots and hook up with a cute guy.
Klaus gives her a look that's enough for her to know she's not getting out of this one. That look clearly says 'don't try to argue with me, because you'll lose', so Bonnie doesn't insist anymore. She settles for picking invisible lint off her chosen outfit for the night, a tulle dress with short sleeves and boat neck, covered with sequins and crystals. This piece from Zuhair Murad was purchased on one of their trips to New York City, the first really expensive dress Bonnie ever bought. After seeing the wonders it did to her body and self-esteem, Bonnie had taken to buying them with a certain frequency. It was her little secret, filling up her closet with beautiful clothes imported from Paris.
"Stand up for me, love."
With her attention turned to fiddling with her dress and the small white gold bracelet, she barely notices he's already dressed and standing next to her. She raises her head to analyze his appearance, and of course he looks good. Klaus looks good in a white t-shirt and faded blue jeans, so it's no wonder that the tailored black pants and crisp white dress shirt would be perfect on him. His lips curl in a smirk when he catches her ogling, and Bonnie lifts an eyebrow in response.
"Let me button your cuffs," Bonnie says, getting up from his massive king-sized bed and wrinkling the Egyptian cotton duvet cover. Standing next to him without her sky high Louboutins accentuates the height difference between the two of them, and Bonnie almost feels like a child when her head barely reaches his shoulders.
With an intimacy that Bonnie never thought they would share, Bonnie takes his arm and starts to work on the small mother of pearl buttons. When she's all done, Klaus picks up her hands and brings them to his lips. Bonnie is a little taken aback with that, but she figures it's just Klaus being flirtatious.
"You look amazing," he comments quietly, staring her down with no shame. Who can blame him, though? The dress she's wearing is practically sheer, with only sequins covering the important parts. Other than that, it looks like Bonnie is naked and he can't stop admiring the way her tanned and toned legs look against the silver fabric. Bonnie gives him a sunny smile, laughing as she does a small twirl. She knows her ass is a killer in this gown, so why not show it? After so many years of being the moderate cute friend of the blonde bombshell Caroline Forbes, it's exhilarating to feel beautiful again.
"You don't look so bad yourself, Mr. Mikaelson," Bonnie responds, running her hands on the pressed shirt sleeves before resting them on his shoulders. Strangely, she feels comfortable around him, when they're close together and Klaus isn't acting like a sociopath murderer. It's weird to think that he can be a normal person underneath all that shit.
"I don't like that everyone is going to see you in that," Klaus practically growls in her ear, and they're so close now that she can feel the vibration coming from him. "This should be for me, and my eyes, only."
This time, Bonnie doesn't hide her frown. Klaus is, as he likes to say, above such petty emotions. So, she's not used to him saying stuff like this. Maybe he will throw her a glare or two when talks about a cute guy in her class, but that's the extent of it.
"Oh, no, buddy. This dress was made to be seen in public, even those nightwalkers," Bonnie says, looking at his hand tightening around the curve of her hip. She looks great, feels even better with the self-esteem boost, and not even Klaus' attitude could get her down.
Klaus pays her no mind, as usual, and just does what he wants. And he wants to nibble on Bonnie until she's whimpering, and then peel off her almost indecent dress. The party can wait an hour or two.
"Mikaelson," Bonnie starts to say when Klaus puts his little seduction plan in action. "You're crazy if you think I'm doing anything with Elijah here."
Much to Bonnie's displeasure, Elijah joined his brother in New Orleans a week ago. The eldest Mikaelson had been traveling around the world by himself, when he decided that family is more important than mourning past love relationships. So, on a Thursday evening, Bonnie walked into the living room to find Elijah and Klaus sharing a bottle of scotch.
If he was surprised with her presence, the only thing that showed it was a slight arched eyebrow. Thankfully, that plantation house is so big they rarely would cross paths and he didn't seem to have the need to interact with her. His presence didn't bother her much until he found she was sleeping with Klaus. Things got very awkward for her then. Especially because Elijah didn't come out and say something; he would just give Bonnie these little looks filled with pity, as if he thought she was a little girl caught by the big bad predator. A little girl in over her head.
And she's in control of the situation, thank you very much. Maybe her initial plan of a one-and-done with Klaus ran off course when she slept with him countless times in the last two months. Who could blame her, though? Bonnie would never say it to his face and risk stroking his already oversized ego, but Klaus is playing the proverbial chess and the rest of the guys are fooling around with checkers. Sex with Jeremy was good, with a few bits worth remembering, while sex with Klaus is an event every single time, and he never disappoints. She feels bad for disregarding her strict rules on vampires and coming back for more, but not enough to stop.
"He's in his study downstairs," Klaus mutters, moving her elaborate side braid to expose her delectable neck. For some reason, Bonnie's blood was even more alluring to him than usual. It's taking him considerate effort to not bite her and drink some of her blood.
"So? He can still hear us, and I'm tired of him," Bonnie grumbles, untangling herself from him to sit on the bed and put on her shoes. Simple, yet sexy black leather peep toe pumps.
"You're a witch, love. I'm sure there are silencing spells."
Bonnie shrugs in a noncommittal manner, even though she has a small grin on her face.
"Maybe if you're good and behave," she concedes, and that seems to be enough to please Klaus. "Oh, and from now on, we're using my room. There's no way I'll be caught on a walk of shame by Elijah!"
Klaus behaves himself that night. He doesn't try to make her interact with any of those vampires, save for a short conversation with Marcel; and makes sure her glass is filled with champagne. She plays it cool at the party, not letting him see how much he is affecting her with his barely there touches and whispers. After all, she doesn't want to give him the upper hand or have people find out they were doing whatever they were doing. The other witches already hate her enough without knowing she is sleeping with Klaus.
When they get home, Bonnie figures it's only fair to throw Klaus a bone and let him into her room. She casts the spell to silence the room to the outside world, and moves to sit on the bed. Those shoes are beautiful, but a big feet killer. Klaus takes off his black tailored suit jacket, throwing it on the tan chaise lounge by the corner, and joins her. Their embrace is heated, maybe even more than usual, and Bonnie can't focus on anything other than Klaus's lips, and the way her heart is racing.
The reddish light that fills the room coming from the blood moon on the sky is the last thing on their minds.
Classes are brutal this morning. With finals approaching, all of the students majoring in dance enrolled in Modern Dance III are working hard to create a short piece. Most of them, like Bonnie, were hoping to fast track to Modern Dance IV and being noticed enough to get an invitation to join the company.
Majoring in dance at Tulane University is everything Bonnie always dreamed of, even if it's hard work. Ever since Bonnie first stepped in ballet class in a pink leotard matched with a tutu and tights, she was in love with dance.
"Ugh, I'm so bloated," Mackenzie mutters as she shimmies out of the black yoga pants she was wearing to put on jeans. Mackenzie Wright is a statuesque redhead with long legs, and currently Bonnie's newfound best friend in Tulane. She reminds Bonnie of Caroline, only less intense.
"I hate being on my period so much," she grumbles, and turns to Bonnie, who is currently lying on the floor trying to catch a breath in between classes. For some reason, Bonnie's endurance is not what it used to be. Not so long ago, she would go from a two hour class to rehearsing for the rest of the afternoon without much difficulty. Now, modern dance is kicking her ass, and she can barely keep up with everyone. Bonnie can only hope her professor doesn't notice her sudden decline, but she's not too hopeful. Mrs. Cannon is known for her attention to details, so it's unlikely that anything will pass by her.
As Bonnie's mind starts to dwell on the things she needs to do to try and get back in track, it all comes to a screeching halt when she realizes something. She and Mackenzie always have their periods together, at least for a year. They would always laugh about it, but know all Bonnie wants to do is throw up.
She's late, and she's never late. Not even when she was trying to figure out how to free the witches from Marcel's control or when she was playing mediator to Klaus and Marcel. It may be a cliché, but her body works like a clock.
"Shit," Bonnie mutters, and she can almost feel ice going through her veins. What she's thinking, it cannot be.
It's just not possible that she's pregnant when the last person she slept with is Klaus, a freaking original hybrid who can't procreate. But then again, that's the only thing that would explain Bonnie's symptoms, save for some weird illness.
Damn, she had always taken the pill religiously before, but she did slip in the last two months she was regularly sleeping with Klaus. On top of that, Bonnie could count on one hand the times they used a condom. Bonnie honestly thought she could afford being this careless, as Klaus was supposed to be sterile and disease free.
"Bon, are you okay? You're crazy pale." Mackenzie kneels down to check on her friend, frowning when she touches Bonnie's hand and finds it clammy and cold. "What's wrong?"
Bonnie's mind is swirling so bad that is hard to hear what Mack's saying. It's almost like she's underwater, drowning in her own thoughts. 'Breathe, Bonnie, and don't overreact,' she chants in her head, trying to will herself not freak out even more. It doesn't work, because the possibility of her being pregnant is way too crazy for her to stay rational.
"I need to get home," Bonnie says under her breath, sitting up so fast that both girls get whiplash. She turns to get her large tote bag, and rummages through it until she fishes out a large grey sweater dress.
"Bonnie," Mackenzie says a little more forcefully, catching her friend's attention this time. Bonnie looks up from the floor, but stays silent. Her only action is the constant biting of the lower lip, and the involuntary tremble of her hands. "Talk to me."
Mackenzie tries to keep her voice calm and steady, so Bonnie can feel comfortable and tell her what's wrong. Out of everyone at the dance program in Tulane, Bonnie is the most level headed person. So, it's a little disconcerting to see her friend like that.
"I can't. I just need to go, Mack."
With that, Bonnie stands up and throws the dress over the black leotard and booty shorts she's wearing. The collar of the dress is stretched out and slung over her right shoulder, giving her a not so flattering appearance. Not that she cares. All she wants to do is hide under the bed and pretend she's having a hallucination.
"You can't drive like that, you'll probably crash." Mack moves to take the car keys from her unsteady hands.
Cole Henderson, a cute freshman that's in Modern III with them, comes out of restroom with a frown on his face. Mackenzie can see that he's ready to approach them, so she just shakes her head, silently telling to stay away. Bonnie doesn't need anyone else breathing down her neck.
"Come on, let's go," Mackenzie says, gently pulling Bonnie by the hand along with her. She feels Cole's eyes on them as they pass him on the hallway.
By the end of the day, there will be plenty of tongues wagging, she just knows it.
In the end, Bonnie changes her mind and agrees to let Mackenzie take her to apartment instead of going back to the plantation. Bonnie knows she is in no shape to face Klaus or Elijah at the moment, she feels way too vulnerable. Not to mention, Klaus has a knack for reading right through her. And if he sees there's something wrong with her, he'll keep prodding until she breaks down.
"You know you can tell me anything," Mackenzie breaks the uncomfortable silence that settled inside Bonnie's jeep. Ever since they got on the car, Bonnie hadn't said a word, preferring to look outside the window and watch the people walking on the street.
"I think I'm pregnant," Bonnie mumbles, the crack on her voice showing how anxious she feels.
"Wow," Mack lets out in utter surprise. Out of all the things she was expecting, this was not one of them. Yeah, Bonnie is no prude. Like herself, she likes to go out and hook up with the occasional interesting, cute guy. But Bonnie is way too concerned with school, dance and other things to even let a situation like take place. Mack knows Bonnie is on the pill, and the girl is a poster child for safe sex. Bonnie frowns, already beginning to think about how everyone else would react. Judging from Mack's, it wouldn't be good.
"Okay. Are you sure you're pregnant? I've had scares before and everything turned out fine. Maybe you're late because of all the stress. Mrs. Cannon has been pushing us pretty hard," Mackenzie starts to ramble, hoping that information can calm Bonnie a little. Trying to look at Bonnie and keeping her eyes on the road is difficult, but Mackenzie can see Bonnie shaking her head no. That motion is enough for her to steer the wheel left to take a detour. "You want to buy a test? There's only one way to be sure."
Bonnie nods, even though she's petrified of being sure. A part of her subconscious tells her she should put her big girl panties on and take a test before causing all this drama.
"This has to be some kind of record, right?" Bonnie asks with a chuckle when she comes out of the bathroom. Drinking three bottles of sweet tea in a span of ten minutes and then peeing on a lot of sticks is exhausting, so she throws herself on the nearest soft surface she can find. Thankfully, it happens to be Mackenzie's twin bed. "Peeing on ten sticks, it almost sounds like overkill. And I still have a closed package if there's still some doubt."
From her place near the door, Mackenzie sips on her green tea, almost analyzing Bonnie's every move. She bites her lower lip, trying to contain her curiosity. Their ride in the car and stop at Walgreens was quiet, aside from Bonnie's speculation on whether Clearblue was the most reliable brand. "Bon, can I ask the question? Or you don't want to talk about it?" Mackenzie questions, not able to stay in silence anymore.
Bonnie sighs, staring at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 2:46 P.M., the bright, red numbers announce. She still has a few more minutes to go, so it won't hurt to answer Mack. If she's really pregnant, she will have to fess up and name the father at some point. She might as well begin with her best friend.
"It's Klaus'," Bonnie begins, and almost groans when she sees the surprised and also excited look on Mackenzie. "Don't say anything," she urges at the same moment Mack opens her mouth.
"I wasn't!" The redhead says, raising her hands, but quiets down when Bonnie gives her a skeptical look. "Okay, but how? I mean, I know how, but you said you were not interested."
"And I wasn't. We didn't work like that, and we don't work like that anymore, I guess," Bonnie murmurs the last part. "We were sleeping together and now we're not."
She's not upset with the end of their relationship, or whatever that was. Bonnie is not stupid; Klaus' amazing skills in the bedroom are not enough to make her overlook everything he did, and her skills are certainly not enough to cure him of his traumatic past and make him want to be a better person.
She may be a little green when it comes to romantic relationships, but even she knows better than trying to solve her issues by having sex with Klaus. So, Bonnie ended their arrangement last week, before she could really be in over her head. She feels ridiculous, finding out she may be pregnant after telling Klaus they should stick to being friends.
"Oh, Bon. I'm sorry," Mackenzie says, rushing to sit with her friend on the bed. She feels like an ass for not holding her curiosity and asking questions when she should be quiet. No wonder Bonnie is so distraught at the possibility of being pregnant. No nineteen year old wants to have a baby without being in a stable relationship.
"It's fine. I guess I'm just surprised, I really didn't expect it because…" Bonnie starts to say, but then she trails off. It's not like she can finish her sentence with the old explanation that vampires can't reproduce. Mack is part of her normal world, not her reality filled with vampires, witches and werewolves. She's in the dark when it comes to that, and Bonnie likes it that way.
"Because you used protection, and it failed?" The sympathy is present in Mackenzie's voice. Bonnie appreciates it, but she's relieved she can use that excuse to explain why she was so adamant that she couldn't be pregnant.
"Yeah, that." Bonnie nod, and turns to look at the clock again. It's 2:57; eleven minutes is enough time for all the tests to be ready. "I don't want to look, but I guess that's normal, right?"
"Yes. I don't want to sound cliché, but it's better that you know now, while you have options."
Oh, damn. Bonnie is not ready to have the 'you should know your options' talk. She' s scared of walking ten feet and check if she's really pregnant, there's no way she can walk into a Planned Parenthood and talk about abortion, or adoption.
"Come on," Mackenzie urges, offering a hand to help Bonnie get up. The two of them walk with linked arms, and Bonnie is grateful that she has a friend to support her in this moment. Mack squeezes her hand in encouragement, and whispers, "I'll be here for you."
Bonnie gives her a small smile before picking up one of the tests. This one is from Clearblue, and has so many bells and whistles that Bonnie half expects it to tell her the sex of the fetus and indicate a good ob-gyn.
Pregnant 3-4 weeks, the digital display says and Bonnie lets out the breath she's been holding when she sees it. Her mind is working overtime, trying to figure out how this is even possible, not really believing what's in front of her. She moves to the other tests that are lined up on the countertop, and all of them indicate the same thing.
Shit.
Never mind how this happened, how is she going to tell Klaus?
Double shit.
