It took a bit of time- okay, more like three hours for Rebekah to calm Bonnie down enough, to one: stop crying, and two: come out of the bathroom.
When she finally did emerge, it was with her head held high, and only the slightest of tremors in her hands giving away the internal war of her emotions. If this pregnancy was anything, she figured, it was supernatural- so why wouldn't her baby act like a Miracle Grow sprout?
Saved on time for sure, but Bonnie had never figured on looking like a Buddha statue so soon and had groaned out in disappointment as another realization had hit her.
All the clothes she'd recently bought, well- they just might as well be donated now to some skinny other girl- it's not like any of them would fit her anymore.
She'd voiced that concern to her new bestie in the bathroom earlier, and of course, Bekah's response had been, "No worries- we'll just have an even better excuse than before to do some shopping."
Bonnie's response in turn, remembering what a delightful experience that had been, "Whoa, hold me back," as she'd mimed vomiting.
"You are so lucky sometimes," the blonde had fumed, "anyone else would have their liver handed to them for such an offense."
The witch had then rolled her eyes, but somehow managed to find the semi threat hilarious; laughing with a snort, making Bekah look at her hopefully- that is until her crying jag had started up again, and then the poor vampire girl's only wish had been that she could stake herself and save Alaric all the trouble.
No, Bonnie had eventually come to terms with it, taking a page out of the movie Ever After, just telling herself to breathe, and trusting she was past the hormonal train wreck of her reaction.
"Where- where is Klaus?" She asked aloud, back to the present, scanning the humungous bedroom and not seeing him anywhere.
Rebekah, who was following her lead, also stopped short; noticing his absence with a shrug of her shoulders, while simply chalking it up to men reacting badly to womanly displays of emotion. "Oh, I'm sure he's stalking around here somewhere. Probably wanted to give you a bit of space, especially after that award winning reply to your- your- well, your growth." She finished lamely, looking away.
"That's one way to put it." Bonnie stated wryly, subconsciously rubbing the heavy bump that used to be her toned flat tummy.
"Let me grab my cell and I'll shoot him a text 'K," Rebekah said walking out of the room.
Bonnie walked over to the huge dresser with the ornate gold accented mirror and turned this way and that- figuring perhaps some of the more stretchy sun dresses might work enough to go out in. She bent down to awkwardly to open up a drawer when Bekah squealed from the living room.
"O-M-G, Bon- get your ass in here right now."
She cocked one of her eyebrows up in interest, cautiously standing in order to waddle- just a little, making her way slowly to see what exactly had the other girl so excited.
When the witch went past the door and threshold she found she couldn't breathe after all. Yeah, all the wind had been knocked out of her body, as her hazel green eyes went into sensory overload. Her mouth gaped open like a guppy and she was even sure her heart was skipping beats.
"Nice save huh?" Bekah gloated proudly, her arms out in front of her as if to say "ta-da".
Bonnie continued to stare, an awed "Holy Mother of…" passing her lips.
"My child," Klaus finished for her, stepping out from the kitchen with a scotch in hand, wearing a black tank that showed off the defined leanness of his frame, and a devilish smirk working double time, "just a small token love- to apologize for my crass disregard of your feelings before," he took a small sip of the bitter fluid still smiling when Bonnie did nothing more than grunt and nod, "you and our son mean everything to me, and it's high time I started showing you that."
She swept her gaze over the whole living area, jammed packed with every exotic flower, every balloon, and every gift bag (in all the colors of the rainbow) known to the whole of the Caribbean; blinking, swallowing, and still feeling short of a few working neurons- like a complete moron and a half.
Rebekah high fived Niklaus, and then started to rummage through some of the goodies, pulling out an expensive silver Versace maternity bathing suit with another high pitched squeal.
"We are so getting our tan on today," she gushed, winking at Bonnie, "well us pasty unfortunate ones anyway- you lucky bitch you."
Klaus nodded. "Yes, I did promise my girls some beach time today," he said setting his glass down onto the full glass coffee table, pushing a medium sized pot ofPlumerias plumerias Caesalpinia pulcherrima Caesalpinia pulcherrima aside, "and I always honor my promises."
He walked over to Bonnie (the statue) and cradled her astonished face into his hands.
She stared up into his glacial grey eyes, nothing but putty, as he leaned closer into her mouth, ghosting the words "I'm sorry", before capturing her lips with his own in what could only be described as a soul shattering kiss.
When he pulled away, only briefly- it was to speak to her in Latin, and Bonnie wanted so badly to ask what he was saying, but Klaus covered up her mouth again before she could even make an attempt.
"Ego vivere modo ... cor meum, meum legatum, tantum infirmitate ... Ego amare."
Whatever he had said, she hadn't a clue, but was sure somehow, that it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever declared to her, and she melted into him, wanting to consume the heat he was creating within her.
Rebekah cleared her throat loudly, after a sighed "awe, how perfect brother", and neither paid her any mind.
Klaus excused himself, leaving his sister and radiant lady love underneath a portable umbrella on the beach, them toasting coconut drinks; Bonnie's non-alcoholic of course, in order to take a call from Vin. He walked enough distance away to ensure privacy, while keeping his most beloved treasures within sight.
"Is it done?"
"According to Damaris, yes…"
"Not good enough," Klaus snapped, "I want proof."
"Calm it down a bit boss…me gets what you want, ok."
"Why Vin," he purred in that deadly way of his, gripping the hard plastic of the phone, almost shattering it, "this is me being calm."
The man on the other side of the conversation went quiet, probably kicking himself for letting the chastisement slip. Klaus smirked, faintly hearing an audible gulp.
"One hour."
"Y-y-yes boss."
Klaus ended the call satisfied, as Bonnie waved a kiss at him with a giggle. His dead heart swelled.
For the first time in a long time he was happy, as scary as that concept was, and nothing, Klaus vowed internally with a growl, was going to fuck it up for him. Not idiot reject vampires, doppelgängers, or mad henchmen on a death mission for his mother. He would risk it all just to have it all.
Bonnie was more than worth it, and his son, little Gideon, most certainly deserved no less than the world itself. Klaus would die his final death, before giving either of them anything less.
"Coming love," he smiled, signaling one of the beach waiters for refills, casually sprinting back, "miss me that much?"
Rebekah scoffed, giving unasked for advice to her bestie with all the authority of a queen. "Don't you dare blow up his head any more than it is already," she had a look of distaste, "living with the cad will be just that much more impossible."
Klaus kicked some sand at her with a bare foot and a scowl. "Shut it, cow."
She stuck out her tongue, wiping her chest off with her middle finger and a muttered 'moo'. Bonnie laughed so hard she sloshed her drink.
"C'mon you two, stop it."
Both Klaus and Bekah simultaneously cocked their brows up, looking clueless and innocently at the witch. "What?" They said together.
"Oh, nothing…" The caramel skinned beauty snorted.
Thomas, the hotel beach concierge, chose that time to intervene with a glass pitcher of Bahama Mama mixer. Klaus plopped next down next to Bonnie on the beach, as she received more fruity goodness, running his tongue over the pulse point of her wrist intimately. She shuddered in a good way.
"It's perfectly alright precious," he huskily moaned, reveling in her taste, "I need you close to me as well."
Bonnie's breathing hitched and her arm went shaky.
Rebekah pretended to find Thomas's uniform fascinating, noticing the discomfort of the young attendant, dilating her irises. "You will bring us more Bacardi and fresh lobster," she whispered, catching the gaze of the onyx muscled youth, running an index finger over his chest and flicking one hardened nipple with her fingernail, "got that…stud?"
"Yes mistress." He monotoned, completely underneath her spell.
The blonde bombshell preened, pushing her chest out further; the fabric of her hot pink bikini straining. "Good boy."
Thomas stared at her full breasts as hungrily as Bekah was staring at his jugular.
"Later," she scolded softly, "room P317."
"Yes Ma'am." He sighed, hesitantly shuffling away to fetch the ordered request. Klaus rolled his eyes, breaking away from Bonnie's hungry green gaze reluctantly.
"Must you constantly whore the help sister?"
Rebekah shook her head exasperated. "Well, excuse me dear brother," her hand gripped the coconut umbrella confection she held more tightly in annoyance, "for being lonely."
Her pouting mouth almost made him feel bad- almost.
"You, my devious girl, are many things," Klaus grinned and then winked, "but lonely is never among them."
Rebekah couldn't hold her faux indignation any longer and matched his lecherous smile. "Touché."
Bonnie yawned loudly, gaining the siblings attention and concern away from petty squabbles.
"Nicklaus, the heat must be too much, we've been out here for hours. Have the hotel staff collect our things. I will tend to Bon and get us back to our suite."
Spoken like a spoiled general, he wanted to say, but reigned in his sprouting temper, for his witch's sake, and hers alone. She did look tired. His nod towards Bekah was curt.
"No, I'm fine, I don't want to go in yet," Bonnie argued half-heartedly, swatting her hands as if to shoo them away when both made a grab for an arm to stand her up, "goddamn it, I said NO!"
Klaus shot his sister a deadly look when she went to speak; Rebekah opened and closed her mouth twice, matching his glare head on with one of her own- unafraid.
"Darling," he cooed, leaning in to breathe his words over the tender skin of Bonnie's neck, "no one will ever make you do anything you don't want to do, as long as I exist, I promise this to you." Klaus kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear that always made her weak, his scruff tickling a bit, earning a blessed sigh from his witch that was like music from heaven. "So, please…relax…for me."
Bonnie nodded into him as he embraced her fully with a hug. "That's my sweetheart." He kissed her temple affectionately, looking smug now at his sister over her crop of golden curls.
Rebekah plopped back down onto her beach chair with a huff, securing her sunglasses from their perch on her head back over her eyes. Bonnie pushed Klaus away a little to address her.
"I'm sorry Bekah, it's just that I overheard some people behind us talking about live music at sunset, and I don't want to miss it."
Her friend shrugged, pulling the gold rimmed designer lenses down the bridge of her nose in order to haughtily reply, "Whatever", before pushing them back up again to shield her emotions.
Bonnie could sense them though and knew the vampire girl's ego was bruised. She wanted to say more, soothe her somehow for acting like a brat, but nature made another unexpected visit.
"Rebekah…I have to go pee." She blurted out instead, much to her embarrassment.
The blonde's shoulders tensed up in shock as she slowly turned back towards her friend, looking like she just might say something snarky, but instead merely burst out into a fit of chuckles. "Wow that has got to be one of the smoothest apologies I have ever received."
Bonnie's cheeks were flaming crimson. And she desperately wished she could just fall into the earth; escaping the perceived look of horror on Klaus's face, which couldn't be further from the truth, but to her- he was disgusted with her human needs. Bekah took pity.
"Come on you," she stood again and helped Bonnie up for a second time undisputed, "we'll go to the loo and freshen up- change from our suits and get pretty for the music."
"I'll stand guard outside," Klaus went to add, only to have his sister's palm square in his face.
"Na- na- na….she needs me now, not you, get that? Me."
He felt his eyes going red and his bones shifting. A feral grunted "Mine" escaped his lips and Bekah kneed him in the nuts for it. "Knock that shit off Nik; seriously, I'm your sister for fuck's sake."
Bonnie's mouth was forming an O, and to her man's credit, he barely flinched; actually the assault to his manhood only seemed to make him more determined. She knew he was going to do something stupid, like snap Bekah's neck right there in front of everyone, so she thought fast, and acted even quicker.
"Oh, oh, oh…" Bonnie cried out, clutching her side, and making her best Hey, I'm in anguish face, while squirming.
"Now see what you've done," Rebekah spat, "what the hell is wrong with you?" She put an arm around her witchy friend possessively, and Klaus actually did then look wounded.
"Love, what is it- is Giddy kicking or something?" His hand went to her stomach.
Bonnie's character broke a second and her head snapped up. "Who's Giddy?"
Klaus panicked, not sure how his witch would respond to his little venture inside her head, now performing a bit himself, barking at his sister so as to not have to explain. "Hurry you malevolent waste of proper breeding- get her to the bathroom."
Rebekah didn't waste another breath with a retort, doing as told for once without a fight.
He raked a hand through his hair in relief watching them walk away. Noticing a group who had been observing their family display with interest.
"Buggar off." Klaus yelled at them annoyed, making all six promptly jump, their eyes finding the ocean once again fascinating.
Klaus was slightly worried, but was beginning to know Bonnie well enough to see through her bullshit. She wasn't really in distress. No, she was just trying to keep the peace. He could respect that, even if it did piss him off a little.
His cellphone beeped signaling a text as he lowered himself onto a lounge chair and took a long swig from his sister's glass. If it was one thing they (for sure) had in common- it was strong drinks. And this one here, could actually be classified as toxic.
Klaus cleared his throat gingerly, already starting to feel a phantom chest hair begin to sprout.
His grey eyes lowered to his lap. The message in question being from Vin.
Klaus rechecked his Rolex casually, noticing it had only been twenty minutes, and smiled; tapping the screen to open it.
All gloating drained from his face as he jumped up to reface the direction where the ladies had gone, filled with nothing but dread.
Dropping the phone into the sand, he ran faster than he'd ever had before.
One word from the text was racing through his mind about as fast as his legs were blurring through the sand.
The text, that wasn't from Vin at all- oh no, his guess would be that Vin was long since dead.
That message was from Alaric. And the word giving him chills, making him wish he could vomit. Well, that word was quite simple really. Its intent more than clear.
Boom
Klaus prayed, begged, and pleaded with any and all Angels or Demons playing chess right now.
He had to be in time. He had to be in time.
He had to…