A/N: Oh my God, your reviews made me so happy that got crazy inspired to write! Thank you so much! I wanted to wait a little more to update, but since it took me almost a year to post the last chapter, I decided to update it as soon as I could! I spent the entire weekend writing this and I'm back in love with Bonnie and Klaus. I hope you all like this chapter and continue telling me what you would like to see next, your reviews are really welcomed and appreciated!

To clarify, this is after the fight and after Caroline finds out about Bonnie's pregnancy.


"Can I come in?"

Klaus peeks inside the room, opening the dark oak door of the master suite just a little. After the whole debacle with Caroline this morning and their massive argument a few days ago, Bonnie locked herself inside her room and refused to talk to him for the rest of day. Her cold shoulder didn't bother him at first; that's how their relationship works, after all. Bickering and fighting over mundane things one minute and then getting together to plot revenge an hour later is a usual occurrence in their lives. This is different, though. Klaus expected things to go back to normal after their conversation this morning.

Even though Bonnie is not really engrossed in her 'History and Icons of Modern Dance' book, it takes her longer than necessary to divert her attention to Klaus. She's emotionally and physically exhausted from everything that's happened. Having another conversation with him is not appealing to her right now. All she wants is a good night's sleep and maybe pretend her life is not a hot mess.

Not bothering to wait for her response, Klaus pushes the door open with ease and enters the room. The energy surrounding them shifts the exact moment he steps on the plush white carpet covering the hardwood floor.

"Are you still mad, love?" Klaus asks in the smoothest voice he can manage and snickers when he's greeted with nothing but silence and an arched eyebrow. Her aloof expression is enough to clue him when it comes to her state of mind.

"Are you honestly asking me that question?"

Even though Bonnie had been determined to ignore Klaus at all costs and wallow in self-pity for the rest of the day, she can't hold herself. Is he serious or just being obtuse to get a reaction out of her?

"I know you take pride in being the original hybrid with no feelings, but you're a master manipulator. You know how to perfectly read people. Do you really think everything is okay?"

It's Klaus' turn to frown, not enjoying the way his chest constricts and his stomach churns with guilt. Well, he thinks that's guilt, but it's been so long since he felt that way that he's not sure he can recognize that sensation.

"Just because I said yes to staying here doesn't make things okay. You crushed me, Klaus," Bonnie whispers, her voice breaking when she utters the last sentence.

Seeing her like that, so vulnerable makes Klaus feel like a proper piece of shit. His little witch is usually so strong and powerful that it's easy to forget that she's not one of those hard hearted witches. With her clear face devoid of makeup, hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, it dawns on Klaus how young Bonnie really is. Now that she's staring at him with those wide green eyes, Klaus can finally understand what Elijah's been telling him for the past two days: Bonnie's trying to play strong, but she's terrified.

"I'm sorry, love," Klaus says, the words feeling foreign as they leave his lips. Apologizing may not be his way of doing things, but he's not stupid. He's very much aware that he will have to suck it up and show his constriction if he wants to fix this situation.

Bonnie is taken aback by Klaus' genuine apology, unlike the bullshit one he had issued the day before. It's so much of a surprise that she doesn't really know how to react, preferring to analyze her mauve colored nail polish as if it's the world's most fascinating thing. For a minute or so, the only sound in the room is the one coming from the television. Bonnie wants to break that awkward silence and finally tell him everything she's thinking, but there's so much swirling in her mind that it's hard to string the words together.

Klaus notices a small crack on the wall Bonnie's been building around herself and he knows that's his chance to get closer to he, and he'll be damned if he doesn't take that chance. In a blink-and-you-miss-it motion, Klaus moves to sit next to her on the bed.

"Shall we talk, darling?" Klaus asks, flashing Bonnie a charming grin that usually disarms her. It doesn't work this time, but her not scooting away from him counts as a victory in his book and gives him a small glimmer of hope.

"What shall we talk about, sweetheart? I'm sure it will be better if you choose the topics of our conversation; I'm not in the mood to get my head bit off," Bonnie replies in a sarcastic manner; the simmering anger causing her to finally find her voice. And that voice is pissed off.

"How about we talk about that?"

Klaus tilts his head in the direction of Bonnie's covered stomach, and pushes a strand of loose brown hair behind her ear. Now that they're close to each other, Klaus can hear the whoosh sound so clearly that he feels hypnotized. Just like a newborn vampire smelling blood for the first time, Klaus can't focus on anything but that strong heartbeat. How it took him so long to notice it is beyond him.

"What exactly do you want to know?" Bonnie wonders with a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You're the father, even though you disputed that little fact; I have no idea how this happened, and I'm eight weeks along."

A small smile graces his lips when he hears that tidbit of information. Eight weeks, he muses, remembering perfectly when that child was conceived.

"The rainstorm night," Klaus says with confidence and proud, causing Bonnie to roll her eyes. Not even forty eight hours ago he was sure he wasn't the father, and now he could pinpoint the exact moment their 'little miracle' came to be? Ugh, she hates men and their male egos. The worst part of it, Bonnie can't even argue with him, because the rainstorm night was probably the night. "Come on, love. It was that night, wasn't it?"

"Really, that's what you're focusing on?" Bonnie asks, feeling a little exasperated. "Why don't we try to figure out how this happened or the reason why you went ballistic when you found out?"

That halts his stroll down memory lane real quick and brings him back to reality.

"You gotta cut me some slack, love. How do you think I felt when I caught you in the middle of that conversation with Elijah? Once I heard him saying you needed to fess up to having another man's child, my blood started boiling. Why didn't you tell me, Bonnie?"

"I was scared, Klaus!" Bonnie cries out, moving to sit with her legs under her. "Here I am, pregnant at twenty one, by a hybrid who isn't supposed to be able to have a child. How did you think I felt? I didn't know what to do."

Klaus will deny it if anybody asks him, but he does have feelings for Bonnie. Although it's not the traditional love that a regular man has for a woman, it's something. It's enough to make him feel bad when he sees her in pain.

"You don't get it; I didn't even know if this would be a normal fetus or an anomaly, and I'm majoring in dance. This pregnancy will affect everything in my life," Bonnie continues to say and almost breaks down when he pulls her into a hug. His musky, clean scent that is so unmistakably Klaus calms her a little. "I'm alone in this, and I have no idea what's going to happen." Bonnie says against his shoulder.

For a second, he tenses against her, feeling like an asshole all over again. His reaction may have been awful and a child is probably the last thing on his mind, but Bonnie is his. He's not letting anyone hurt her.

"We're going home, love. You're not alone in this. You have me, Rebekah and Elijah, you'll be okay."

He drops a kiss on the top of her head, satisfied when Bonnie's sobs quieten to small sniffles and she relaxes in his arms.

"Did you really think I was lying about this?" Bonnie asks, looking up at him with doe eyes. Klaus sighs, not sure if he should answer that question and upset Bonnie again. He knows she wants him to say he never doubted her loyalty, but he doesn't want to lie. As if reading his mind, Bonnie's eyes narrow into slits. "Why, why do you always do this?"

A bit confused with where the conversation is going, Klaus's eyebrows are raised to the point where they almost connect with his hairline.

"Do what?"

"This! You never have any confidence in me; you always think I'm about to betray you and that's ridiculous!" Bonnie exclaims, getting worked up again. This conversation has become an emotional roller coaster, with Bonnie switching up from sobbing to raging at Klaus.

"Bonnie, I-" Klaus starts to say, but Bonnie interrupts him, not wanting to hear the bullshit excuse he has for her this time.

"Look, I chose this, I chose you. I hate to stroke your overinflated ego, but I don't really have anyone else, as sad as this is. Grams is dead; my mother is vampire, thanks to your brother, and she doesn't give a shit about me. I always thought I would have Caroline in my corner, but after this morning? I don't know anymore. My life here as I know it is over." Bonnie ends her tirade with a weak and raspy voice.

It's exhausting, but it feels like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. Maybe she needs to let her old life go, as painful as that is, to be able to take on this new situation. If there's a part of her in Mystic Falls, her loyalty will never be fully with Klaus. Of course she still wants to have a relationship with Caroline and Matt, but there's no point in suffering for the others. Especially because Bonnie is sure they will not be happy with her and Klaus.

"You're the most loyal person I know, little witch. I'm sorry," Klaus says right against her right ear, his tone almost pained. This turn of the conversation is starting to take him to a place he doesn't want to go. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you at first, but make no mistake about it, I know this child is mine, just like you are mine."

Bonnie is about to interject and say she's not anybody's property, but she's silenced by Klaus's cold hand splayed on her stomach. At eight weeks, there's not much of an indication she's pregnant. However, Klaus knows every inch of her luscious body, and he can spot the small swell where his child rests. He can also feel the energy swirling against his hand, which makes him smile.

"I can feel him here, inside of you. That's how I knew, that's how I found you in less than a day without a spell. Blood calls to blood, and he called to me."

She can't help but chuckle and melt at Klaus' charming words. Bonnie knows she should be smarter and keep him at arm's length for some time; at least until she feels he can be trusted again. Yet, here she is, excited he's there and ready to forgive him. God, she's such a weakling!

"You think that's a boy in here?" Bonnie inquires with a small grin, looking down at her belly with a critical eye. It looks so small with Klaus' hand placed there, that it's crazy to think there's a little boy or girl inside of her.

"Love, there are four of us and only one of Rebekah, thank the heavens. The odds of getting a boy are pretty good." Klaus explains without looking at her, still entranced by Bonnie's barely-there bump. Elijah's words, a family can only make you stronger; it will never be a weakness, come back to him in full force.

For once, he's glad he's listened to his brother.

"Klaus," Bonnie whispers, pulling him up by his black Henley so they are looking each other in the eye. At that moment, he doesn't look like the Original Hybrid, the creature that's ready to obliterate his enemies. No, he looks like the charming man she fell in bed with, the man she's spent countless night kissing.

So she ignores what she's supposed to say and leans forward, touching her lips to his. If Klaus is surprised by her sudden gesture, he doesn't show it. As a matter of fact, he's quick to reciprocate. With one hand on the small of her back and another on her neck, Klaus deepens the kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip.

The way they move together, the way she moves her head so he can kiss and suck on the place where her shoulder meets her neck, is just effortless.

It doesn't feel like they went two months without having physical contact, it's all natural between that, and Bonnie's missed that. There has never been anyone capable of making her heart speed and stop the way he does. She didn't even have that much chemistry with Jeremy, and he was her first love. None of the guys she's dated could ever hold a candle to Klaus.

"I'm glad you came after me," Bonnie says when they finally stop kissing, still a little breathless and feeling intoxicated. How is it possible that Klaus holds that much power over her?

"Me too, love. I don't appreciate having to come back to this podunk town, though," Klaus grumbles, tracing the outline of her kissed swollen lips.

Bonnie throws her head back with a hearty laugh at Klaus' contempt for her small hometown. He probably still has awful memories from Mystic Falls. This is where his brothers were killed and where his mother betrayed him once again. Every room in that place had been witness to an awful event. No wonder he's decided to renovate the entire house to purge its bad juju.

"Hmmmm…" Bonnie sighs in contentment, pulling him down so they are both cuddling on the king sized bed. "I still hate what you did this morning with Caroline. She's been in the dark about us, and I wanted to tell her in my own way; not shock her like that."

"Well, it's high time she knows about it, anyway. No sense in prolonging the inevitable."

Lying with her back flush against him, Bonnie can feel him shrug his shoulders. She rolls her eyes; of course he doesn't care about that. His reluctance to understand what she's saying is annoying, but she'll let it go for now. There's been enough drama for the day.

"Thanks to you, I'll have a long day tomorrow trying to explain our train wreck of a relationship to her."

Klaus chuckles; the blonde vampire is in for quite a surprise when she talks to Bonnie.

"You're welcome, love. We know you wouldn't be able to keep up this 'I'm finding myself in Europe' charade, which was a stupid idea in the first place," he says, smirking when Bonnie turns her head around to throw him a look of faux objection.

"How dare you, Nik! I'll have you know that this was an awesome idea."

The witch smacks him with a resounding slap, not noticing that only serves to arouse him even further. Still reeling from their short-but-intense make out session, Klaus is ready to take off her clothes and worship every nook and cranny of her body. It's been way too long since he last tasted her and felt her come against him.

"Call me that again, love," he demands in a low timbre, mouthing at the small birthmark on her right shoulder. Bonnie giggles, feeling like a high schooler with a crush.

"Down, boy. You caught me at a vulnerable time; there will be no funny business today. I need my beauty rest."

That's a rubbish excuse and they both know it. Bonnie is more than ready to rekindle the physical aspect of their relationship, but she knows those are her hormones talking. Going back to their no-strings affair is probably not the smartest course of action, especially now there's a child on the way. As sweet as he is acting right now, Klaus is like a tornado, capable of destroying anything that stand in his way. While she is right in the middle of his incessant quest for power, Bonnie doesn't want to go through another heartbreaking experience. So, she'll guard her body until she can trust him enough not to hurt her.

"That's not nice of you, but I'll let it slide. You do have a dramatic day coming up, after all. You think Caroline ran back to the rest of the Scooby gang to tell them the good news?"

The idea of her friends discussing her business makes her cringe. Ugh, she's not at all anxious to talk to them after so long. There's not a naïve bone in her body when it comes to them; she knows none of them will support her when it comes to that. Not that she blames them; Klaus did torture and kill their loved ones.

Klaus' homicidal tendencies are washed out of her mind when he lifts her white t-shirt to place his hand on her bare belly. Just like before, a happy jolt goes through her the minute he touches her. Bonnie beams at that. This time she knows that's the baby expressing his delight.

Her smile is turned upside down as she is hit with the realization that if her baby can show her he's happy, he's probably not just a human. Oh gosh, she's so not ready to reenact that Twilight novel and mother a miracle child, but apparently that's exactly what she's going to do.

It could be worse, Bonnie figures in the silent conversation she's having with herself, Klaus is way better than Edward Cullen, no doubt about it.