After London and a surprise three-day trip to Barcelona for a New Year's Eve celebration, Bonnie was convinced she had figured out the hybrid. During their time in the Old World, their relationship blossomed, and Bonnie was pleased with the headway. It didn't progress much in the physical aspect, as Bonnie's feet were still cold when it came to jumping in bed with him. However, Klaus was letting down some of his walls. Even if he removed just one brick at a time, it was enough to show Bonnie that he was willing to work on their relationship, to show her he cared.

Now back in New Orleans for less than a week, their easygoing relationship came to an abrupt halt. The Klaus with a permanent grin on his lips and hands that couldn't stop touching her seemed to be gone. In his place, there was the Niklaus Mikaelson she first met years ago. Unforgiving, angry and ready to do battle.

His behavior made no sense to Bonnie, prompting the rational side of hers to question it over and over again. Most of Bonnie's nights were spent trying to figure out the abrupt change, without catching a wink of sleep. After multiple of futile attempts to fish an answer out of him, Bonnie was exhausted and frustrated. She was ready to let it go and wait for him to come to her when the time was right.

Why, Bonnie, did you have to get involved with a guy like Klaus? Even if he wasn't the Original Hybrid, he would still have enough issues to fill Vogue! Bonnie's conscience scolded her. As if her inner voice was actually a friend that could see her, Bonnie shrugged her shoulders. A part of her wondered if everything that happened in the past weeks was genuine. She'd believed in Klaus and their relationship, but this turnaround was enough to mess with her head.

"Don't do that," Bonnie mumbled to herself, hating the place her mind was going.

That's not what Bonnie wanted. Her relationship with Klaus was probably the most important one in her life, and she didn't want to question it. It might not be the traditional white picket fence deal, but it was something

After the picture perfect holidays, Bonnie felt she was being disloyal by having these doubts. Rebekah and Elijah were trying to make her feel welcomed every step along the way. The silver spoon from Tiffany was only the first of many outrageously expensive gifts Rebekah had doted on Bonnie during their vacation. For his part, Elijah seemed to be concerned with her health, constantly telling her to rest and bringing her saltine crackers to ease her bouts of nausea.

Bonnie shook her head as if to shoo away the bad thoughts. Caroline and her five-hundred-word texts about Klaus manipulating ways were getting to her, and Bonnie refused to let outside forces influence her.

To make this work, she would stick to the tried and true method for dealing with Klaus: baby steps and not forcing him to anything. Perhaps a residual feeling from his childhood, Klaus had a strong aversion of being told what to do. So Bonnie knew it was probably better to let him work out his issues before approaching him again.

Well, the rational side of her knew that. The emotional and sensitive part of Bonnie still wanted him there, grumpy asshole and all.

Sticking to her plan, Bonnie spent the last few days in the library at the plantation, buried by books and old documents, with the intent of learning more about the nature's loophole and her ability to conceive with Klaus. So far, the results of that research amounted to a stuffy nose due to the dusty books and nothing more.

The idea of a witch procreating with a vampire, let alone a hybrid, was so unheard of that none of the books entertained it. Most of them touched on the 'vampire/witch' relationship in a very superficial way, as if those two creatures could never have anything more than hatred between them.

That freaked Bonnie out even harder. At first, she was sure she would find out another case of a 'miracle pregnancy', but that didn't seem to be the case. Based on the countless books she went through, it looked like she was 'patient zero' when it came to this. And the feeling of diving into a deep pool of the unknown was already making her anxious, to be honest.

"Are you okay?"

The voice, feminine and with an accent, caught her attention and she looked up, still feeling a little out of it. The last five minutes of deep thinking made Bonnie's mind a little hazy.

"I've tried calling you three times already. This must be some amazing piece of literature to get your attention like that," Rebekah commented, her eyes slanting from Bonnie to the book on her lap. Both girls knew the cause for Bonnie's distraction; Rebekah was as sharp as a whip and only played dumb when it was convenient to her. Sensing Bonnie was not willing to have a talk on feeling, Rebekah let it go.

"This thing?" Bonnie held up the antique book, looking at it with some disdain. "There's nothing useful in here. To think I really thought this would be the helpful book."

A memoir written by a witch who left Hungary and crossed half of Europe and the Atlantic to settle on the New World should have way more useful information.

"That's why you've yet to see the sunlight today? Spending all of your time with these books is not going to be helpful, Bonnie."

Having lost the track of time, Bonnie looked out the window to notice that the sun was almost down, the sky now painted in an orange and blue hue. The wall clock informed her that it was five thirty in the afternoon, and Bonnie realized she spent most of the morning and all of the afternoon going through these books.

"I know, Rebekah. I just want to know more. I hate sitting here and not knowing what to expect. It makes me sick to think that something or someone could be just waiting for the right moment to strike."

Unintentionally, Bonnie's voice wavered when she said the last sentence. Knowing that an emotional meltdown was brewing, Rebekah mustered all of the comforting fibers present in her body and moved to Bonnie's side.

"It doesn't matter if anyone wants to attack because they won't succeed. Anyone who comes for us will fail, Bonnie." Rebekah assured the young witch. Her confident voice would be able to convince Bonnie in some other time, but her thoughts and worries had already ran from her.

"Even if there are no enemies lurking around, which I really doubt, who's to say that this child will be born healthy? Maybe mixing my blood with Klaus is not bound to work. That's not what nature predicted, that's why it's never happened before."

At that moment, all of the frustrations filling Bonnie reached the boiling point. Having a step back with Klaus, not being able to get any information, and now having concerns about her baby's health, was a little too much for her.

"This, what you're feeling, is normal. Every expectant mother worries about her child. You're probably feeling like this because you haven't gone to a doctor yet, haven't seen him on that screen."

Rebekah's words, meant to calm Bonnie down, only served to further upset her. Ever since confirming her pregnancy, Bonnie's yet to see an OB-GYN. She was dragging her feet, wanting to see a doctor who was at least aware of the supernatural world. Being in New Orleans, there were plenty of witches and even vampire women who worked as doctors, but one could never be sure who was working for Marcel or against him. Her hesitance to seek medical care, which sounded reasonable before, made Bonnie feel like an irresponsible mother now.

"Fuck," Rebekah muttered when she noticed her words had the complete opposite effect. "Tomorrow, we're going to a doctor. Don't worry, I know where to look. Neither Marcel or the Quarter witches will bother you."

Bonnie exhaled; her relief palpable in the air.

"Now, witch, let's get some food in you and then we can talk about your literary findings."


After a delicious meal and a hot shower, Bonnie felt better. Most importantly, she was ready to start going through some books again, and maybe this time she'll find something now that she had Rebekah's help.

The two of them sprawl out on the library's plush rug, a sea of books surrounding them. Putting her flash reading skills to use, Rebekah flipped the pages with amazing speed and dexterity and set the book down right after scanning it.

"Nothing here," the blonde declared, moving to pick another one. Sighing in disappointment, Bonnie got up to check the shelves again. That was ridiculous; the walls in the library were lined with stocked shelves. They had rare first editions worth thousands of dollar, for goodness' sake! Why there was not one book on fertility, or anything to shine a light on her situation?

Bonnie was close to ripping clumps of her own hair when she spotted it. A small book with a tattered brown leather cover, bearing some engraved symbols that Bonnie didn't understand. At first glance, it didn't look like anything, but a whisper in the back of her told her she should take a look at it. As if she was compelled, Bonnie reached to grab the item. The moment she touched the yellow, time-stained pages, she recognized the feeling at the tips of her fingers. Magic

To the untrained eye, this looked like an ordinary object. Bonnie, however, could sense that this one was drenched with magic. She was far from the most experienced witch, but even her could tell there was some sort of a cloaking spell place on this book.

"Rebekah," Bonnie called out, not taking her eyes off the item. To be honest, she was almost afraid that it will disappear the moment she looked away. After all, this was some strong magic, so she couldn't be sure.

Coming up to Bonnie's side, Rebekah stopped to study the antique object. She furrowed her brows; the book was devoid of any unique details that would make it remarkable, and yet, Rebekah was overtaken by a sense of familiarity when looking at it.

"What's this?"

"I don't know, but I can tell there's magic in here. And it's strong. Whoever spelled this is powerful. When's the last time you had a witch in here? "

Rebekah hesitated, not willing to tell Bonnie about the parade of witches Klaus used to keep during their time ruling New Orleans. Not blind to Klaus' old ways, Bonnie was able to understand exactly what Rebekah's silence meant.

"This is different, though. I don't think an ordinary witch could do a spell like this. Honestly, I'm not even sure what it is."

The blonde's eyes narrowed into a slit. A powerful witch leaving magical objects was not something to be taken lightly. They could be stricken right between the eyes and never see it coming. No, Rebekah didn't like this at all.

"I honestly don't think you should keep this, Bonnie."

Bonnie could detect the concern in Rebekah's voice. Even though she could understand it, this was the closest she got to finding any date, and Bonnie didn't want to give that up.

"I'll check it out, okay? And if it's dangerous I'll destroy it," Bonnie promised, despite knowing there was no way she would get rid of it.


And check it out she did. As a matter, Bonnie could barely put the book down, as she continued to flip the pages at a furious pace. The personal journal was one of the most fascinating reads Bonnie had ever come across, making it hard to put it down even though it was late night. Bonnie wanted, no, needed to figure out the identity of the witch who wrote this.

That night still haunts me. To see how grief can blind a person and destroy a family. Why didn't they listen to me? I told them nature finds a way, but they were too desperate. Losing their youngest put a cloud in their minds, they didn't want to see anything else. Now she's dead. My good friend, who comforted me as I buried my husband and helped all of my children come into this world, is dead. Could I have done anything else? Should I? I am a witch, born to serve nature, and yet, I feel guilty for not helping her.

Feeling her throat lump up with emotion, Bonnie traced the scrawled words on the discolored paper with a finger. The witch who wrote them seemed to be in an emotional turmoil, maybe questioning her role in life as a witch and a friend.

This, Bonnie could identify with. Ever since learning of her powers, it had been a constant struggle to do what she was told it was right. She still felt a little guilty for helping the Mikaelsons. Most of the days, a voice in the back of Bonnie's head would accuse her of turning her back on ancestors. But then she remembered the harvest witches. While not controlled by blood thirst, they were just as ruthless as any other vampire, seeking power and stopping at nothing to get it. What made them better than vampires? Bonnie was sure that the harvest witches talked a big game, but did not give a shit about the nature's balance.

Taking a pause on her wandering thoughts, Bonnie went back to the journal.

Gods, I've done it. After warning her, I didn't heed my own advice. What is to happen now? Was that enough to anger the Spirits?

I couldn't leave her like that. It just couldn't end like this. So I went there, preserved her body. Maybe after I'm long gone her children will find a way to bring her back, make amends. This family will be whole again. And my blood will be responsible for it. In the end, it will be just as Esther and I planned. Two lines, coming together. Maybe it won't be through Rosalind and, but one of her daughter's daughter. My most powerful descendant with the most powerful of Esther's children.

"What the fuck?" Bonnie whispered, eyes so wide that they resembled saucers.

Suddenly, all of these words made sense. This was Ayana's journal, showing Bonnie a new perspective from the day the Mikaelsons went from being regular villagers to become the Original vampires.

Who knew a spell like this could be easy? Just putting our bloods together; a vial of each with ground sun poppy seeds and a linking spell. Now they're linked. One day, maybe in a year or a thousand, they will find each other, and the Mikaelson family will heal.

Right there Bonnie knew she had her answer. Her intuition was right, after all. Her child was conceived because of magic. She had expected it, but the shock was still running through her.

Ayana, a powerful ancestor of the Bennett family, had been so consumed by guilt and grief that she felt responsible for fixing the tragedy. Bonnie would've never expected a witch, so concerned and fearful of the Spirits, to link her descendants to vampires. It was way out of character, but Bonnie got it. Being a witch was a big part of a person, but it was still just a portion.

It was clear that Ayana had loved Esther and the Mikaelsons like they were family, and seeing their horrible downfall had broken her heart.

A small chuckle came out of Bonnie's lips. Ayana had cast this spell thousands of years ago. Since then, countless Bennett women had been born and had died. Out of all of them, she was the lucky chosen one. To add insult to injury, her link to the Mikaelson family is Klaus, who is not a Mikaelson by blood.

'Don't complain, Bonnie. You could've been stuck with Elijah,' Bonnie's inner voice said, and she had to agree. Even if she and the vampire had been getting along well recently, there was no way she could raise a child with him.

Then again, Klaus was not looking like a great candidate right now.

Shit. Klaus.

These revelations were too important to keep to herself, and she knew she would have to tell him in a not too distant future. Not looking forward to another awkward talk with him, Bonnie would wait until Klaus got out of his funk. Judging by the bad mood he had been exhibiting this morning, she figured she had at least a few days before any confrontation.

In the meantime, Bonnie's strategy was to lay low, maybe tell Rebekah in case she needed to talk to someone.

Damn, why didn't the universe tie her to Rebekah? Sure, she could be a vicious blonde bombshell, but nobody could deny there was a loyal heart beneath all of that. Not mention, she was way less prone to tantrums like her older brother.

Really, if she could choose the owner of her ball and chain, Rebekah would be a sure bet.


Reaffirming Bonnie's opinion that Rebekah was the better Mikaelson out there, the blonde came through with the promise of finding a doctor. At nine in the morning, they jumped on Rebekah's SUV, and drove off. Apparently Rebekah really knew where to look, because she found an OBGYN who worked with supernatural creatures in less than twelve hours. The drive wasn't long, maybe twenty minutes, before Rebekah made a left and they pulled into an unfamiliar neighborhood. Bonnie peeked at one of the signs, and figured out where they were headed.

Welcome to the City of Harahan

The suburbs. Bonnie had never been there, but she'd become well versed in all things New Orleans to recognize the name. What was interesting to her was why a doctor with supernatural patients decided to have her office in the suburbs.

Everything was so normal there that Bonnie almost felt out of place. Despite being winter, the front lawns and gardens were perfectly manicured, boasting deep emerald green grass and flowers. It was an unusually hot day for mid-January, so there were kids outside, running and screeching in unadulterated fun. Less than half an hour from New Orleans, this place seemed to be untouched by all of the drama happening at the Quarter.

Rebekah parked in front of a white house that resembled the plantation, only in a minor scale. Slow with hesitation, Bonnie got out of the car. There was no way this was the doctor's place.

A blonde woman with a short bob pulled into a small ponytail seemed to be waiting for them by the door. Wearing dark skinny jeans with a cream colored sweater, Bonnie would've never thought that this was the doctor if it weren't for the traditional white coat.

To Bonnie's complete shock, Rebekah wrapped the doctor in a tight hug, mumbling something she couldn't understand. Great. Just when Bonnie didn't think it was possible, things got weirder. Annoyed at being the only one in the dark, Bonnie cleared her throat, interrupting their reunion.

"You must be Bonnie," the doctor said in a warm tone, extending her hand for a handshake. Bonnie accepted it, not sensing any danger in the freckled woman before her. "Come on, let's get inside."

The inside of the house was as nice as the outside. She lead them past the living room, into an office that seems to be as well-equipped as one would be in a hospital or a clinic. Bonnie sat down on one of the plush armchairs, looking around. The walls were adorned with diplomas and pictures of fetuses and wrinkly babies.

Now settled, Bonnie turned to Rebekah. The arch of her right eyebrow was enough to enunciate 'What the hell is going on?' without having to say a single word.

"She's my sire," the doctor explained, a few seconds before Rebekah could open her mouth. "She turned me at the turn of the century, saved me from certain death."

For a minute it seemed like she was thousands of miles away, but her melancholia leaves as soon as it arrived. She fixed Bonnie a smile, and clasped both hands together, ready to get down to business.

"But that's a talk for some other time. We're here to talk about you and your little one."

As much as Bonnie wanted to talk about her baby, the need to learn more about the woman in front of her was a tad stronger. Bonnie had no idea Rebekah had a progeny, especially one that lived so close to her. However, this seemed to be a painful story for the doctor, so she knew not to poke.

"Oh, where are my manners? I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Lydia Weston."

"I'm sure you're very nice and all of that, but…" Bonnie trailed off, not knowing how to put it in a delicate way without offending Rebekah and Dr. Lydia.

"I know, I'm a vampire, right?" Lydia said in a light hearted tone, picking up the exact reason for Bonnie's hesitation. "If that's your concern, you don't have to be worried. It may surprise you, but I've had plenty of witches as patients in my years. When it comes to childbirth and babies, mothers want the best, no matter the species. Especially the witches that are trying to escape the Elders."

"And you don't have to be worried about anyone finding out. As my progeny, Lydia is bound to protect us. I would put my life in her hands," Rebekah assured Bonnie, who nodded in agreement. At this point, having someone she could trust was paramount to Bonnie, so it didn't really matter if that someone was a vampire.

"Now, let's get started," Dr. Lydia said, opening a drawer to retrieve a small notebook. "Do you know how far along are you?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm almost twelve weeks along. I found out when I was four weeks along, then I went to a clinic on the other side of town and they confirmed it. I was afraid someone would see me, so I never went back. Is there a chance something is wrong because I went so long without medical care? I don't really know how-"

Pausing her scribbling, Lydia raised her head to look at Bonnie. After so many years as an obstetrician, it was easy to recognize an anxious mother-to-be right away.

"You strike me as a pretty responsible person, Bonnie. I'm sure you've been taking care of yourself ever since learning of this pregnancy. Would taking prenatal vitamins and doing some other things help? Absolutely, but not taking them doesn't mean your child will be unhealthy," Lydia says, watching as some of Bonnie's anxiety melts away. "However, I must tell you, this has never happened before, so it will be a new experience for all of us. So, if something is different than usual, don't freak out, okay?"

"Okay."

Bonnie nodded, keeping a pretty good poker face even though she was freaking out.

"I know you must be dying to see your little one on the screen, so let's do that first. Just hop on and lift your shirt," Lydia instructed as she got up from her seat. Excited, Bonnie followed, quickly moving to lie on the table.

The doctor proceeded to gather the necessary equipment for the exam, wheeling the ultrasound machine close to the table.

"At the risk of sounding cliché, this is going to be cold," Lydia warned with a light tone as she squirted the gel on Bonnie's exposed belly. Focused on calming down her frantic heartbeat, the witch could barely feel the cold sensation. "Oh, there it is."

The previously blank screen now showed the image of her baby, and Bonnie felt herself getting choked up; eyes wet with unshed tears. She didn't understand much of what was in front of her, but what she was seeing was nothing but perfect. Standing by her side, Rebekah seemed to be equally entranced; her blue eyes focusing on that screen alone. Lydia glided the wand over Bonnie's and pressed a button on the machine. The silent room was then filled with that beautiful sound that Bonnie couldn't really describe. Did it sound like flittering humming birds' wings or a freight train? It didn't matter; all that Bonnie cared about was learning if her baby was healthy.

"That's your baby's heartbeat. 160, perfectly normal. See here?" Lydia asked, pointing to a spot on the screen. "That's the spine and the head. This one doesn't seem to be shy at all, so I have a pretty good idea on the sex, but we'll know for sure in a few weeks. Would you like to know or wait until we can be certain?"

From the corner of her tear clouded eyes, Bonnie noticed Rebekah freaking out at the possibility of learning the baby's sex. Bonnie was too; this made everything real. The fetus wouldn't be just a fetus anymore, it would be a baby girl or baby boy.

Bonnie just shook her head, knowing that she would start bawling if she opened her mouth. As much as she wanted to know, it didn't feel right to do so without Klaus there. Even if he was behaving like a complete asshole, Bonnie wanted him by her side when she found out.

"Now, Rebekah, that's her prerogative as the mommy," Lydia admonished with a chuckle when she saw her sire's face contort into an unpleasant expression at the decision. "Y'all be happy to know that the baby is healthy and its development is right on target. There are no signs of an abnormal pregnancy. Being on the safer side, it will probably be best if we have another ultrasound in a few weeks."

With her attention halfway diverted to the screen, there was not much Bonnie could do but nod. To be honest, her mind was so focused on 'this is my baby right there' that Bonnie had only picked up a few words here and there from the entire sentence. She had come to terms with her pregnancy, but seeing her baby, hearing the heartbeat was another level of realness.

"I think she's a little shocked," Rebekah offered, feeling the same way as the witch.

"She wouldn't be the first one, that's for sure," Lydia agreed, moving to get Bonnie some paper towel so she could wipe her belly. "I'm going to print out some copies. We wouldn't want the dad and the uncle to feel left out."

To Bonnie, the next twenty minutes spent inside the office went by in a haze. As Rebekah had pointed out, she was too overwhelmed to absorb all of the information the doctor was throwing her way. She really tried to pay attention when Lydia talked about vitamins; genetic testing and birthing plans, but her ears caught nothing but white noise.

So if anyone were to ask Bonnie the exact details of that appointment, Bonnie would not be able to answer. As a matter of fact, she could only remember two things: the grainy and perfect outline of her baby, and sobbing against Rebekah's shoulder, feeling the weight of reality sink in.

A/N: As you can see, I've changed some things because I felt like I was starting to confuse myself with the tenses. I hope the story is a bit clearer and easier to read. On another note, I just wanted to let you know that your reviews made me so happy and inspired that I finished a chapter in a few days. And you may have noticed that I'm not really a faster writer! I love writing, but hearing from you, your thoughts and feelings on this journey makes everything even more exciting! So, thank you so much for taking the time to share your opinion. Sorry for the lack of Klonnie in this chapter, my Klaus muse was just not talking to me as I wrote this one, but there will be a LOT of Klonnie next time, I promise you! I tried to move the plot along, with Bonnie finding out about Ayana's spell and finally seeing Baby Mikaelson! Hope that got all of you excited for the little munchkin and the family moments.