Chapter Twelve-Sixth Month
"Katherine."
Katherine knew that as soon as Elijah spoke her name in the English version that she was in trouble. He only used her English name when he was upset at her. Though, she couldn't wonder what for. She and the girls were getting along, she and Klaus stopped giving each other angry glares every time they passed each other in the hallway, and she was wearing maternity clothes now.
Her reputation was more than excellent, it was superb.
To her surprised the way that he spoke her name wasn't filled with anger, it was filled with worry.
He wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her familiar strawberry shampoo. "Can you please tell me what's wrong? I'm tired of guessing."
Katherine squinted confused as she looked at him. "What are you talking about?"
Elijah sighed frustrated. "Don't pretend, Katherine. Ever since you found out that our baby was going to be a girl, you've been withdrawal, upset, even sad and I'm tired of figuring out why." his brown eyes were full of hurt. "Why can't you trust me?"
"I do trust you." Katherine fibbed. "And I'm not upset, I'm just-" she searched for the right words, but she came out blank.
Memories of the birth of her first daughter came back to her, the crying, the pleading, how she had anxiously waited for her birth only for her to be taken away before she could spent a few minutes with her.
"You're just what? You haven't been yourself and you know it."
"God, Elijah will you stop pressuring me?" she snapped as she turned her back to him.
"I just want to know what's wrong, Katerina." he insisted. "I want to help you."
"I don't need your help," she blurted out. "I survive nearly six centuries without your help."
"That was before," he murmured. "When you were alone. Wont you please tell me? Help me understand your pain, Katerina."
Katherine felt the tears well up in her eyes and she could honestly say that sooner or later she was going to start crying like a baby. "In 1490, two years before I meet you I gave birth to a child out of wedlock, it was a daughter. I got involved with a man who was about to be engaged who told me he loved me, but then ditched me when he found out I was pregnant." she said bitterly. "He married my best friend, left the country, and left me. My family was so ashamed that as soon as I gave birth they gave my daughter away and they banished me. There, now you know the story are you happy?"
To her surprise, Elijah kissed her forehead. "Why have I never heard this story before?" he asked incredulously. Come to think of it, he didn't know anything about her past.
"Well, storytelling hasn't been high on my list ever since I started running away from Klaus."
"But I want to know. I want to know everything."
"Why are you wasting my good drawing paper?" Klaus demanded at Hayley who was sitting in one of the living room couches, pieces of crumbled paper all around her. "You do realize this paper comes all the way from Italy, they aren't for your scribbles."
Hayley rolled her eyes at his exaggeration. "I'm not doing scribbles, and it's five pieces of paper calm down."
Klaus peered over her shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"Thinking of baby names." she bit on her pencil. Hayley had a whole list of baby names arranged in columns a girl column and a boy column.
"You don't even know what the gender it is."
"I want to be prepared," she insisted. "How do you like Michelle for a girl and Andrew for a boy?"
Klaus shook his head. "Michelle is too common and Andrew is too boring."
Hayley crossed her arms over her chest. "Do you have a better idea?"
"No need to get so upset love," Klaus smirked as picked up a list. "All though may I offer some suggestions?" he wrote a name in both the girl and boy columns.
Hayley shrugged when she saw them. "Kind of ironic. But strangely I like them."
"I had a sister named Violeta," Katherine explained as she and Elijah walked through the crowded streets of New Orleans, eating ice cream. "She and I always used to get in so much trouble together. One time we hid three newborn kittens in our closet because my mother absolutely despised cats, but she found them anyway and she found it so funny that she let us keep them."
"Why haven't I heard this story before?" Elijah asked amused.
She shrugged. "I don't like talking about my family as much."
When Elijah told her that he wanted to know everything about her he wasn't kidding. Through the weeks they had exchanged stories about their previous lives.
Katherine told him about her family, about how her and her sister used to sing in the church's choir, about how she had a pony named Rosie, how they used to spend the summer in the country, and how her father used to tell the most beautiful stories.
Elijah in exchange told her a few stories about his family and world travels and Katherine wondered if there had been a time when Klaus wasn't a vengeful asshole.
Katherine stopped short when she felt a small kick inside her stomach. Then another.
"What's wrong?" Elijah asked.
"I think the baby just kicked," she said sounding confused.
Elijah pressed a hand to her belly. His smile grew and his eyes brightened when the baby kicked again.
"She did Katerina, our little girl is kicking."
Katherine smiled at him, an unusual wave of excitement flowing inside her.
Maybe a baby wouldn't be so bad after all.
-End of Chapter Twelve-
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