AN: I do not own TVD or TO.

This chapter was originally going to feature each of the couples in the story, but it probably would have been over 10,000 words by the time I finished , and wouldn't have gotten posted until the weekend. So instead I have split it up into several chapters.

This chapter and the next will be ELEJAH centric. Also the next chapter has smut. Please go easy on me with the reviews for that chapter; it's my first time publishing anything of the sort.

And if you don't like you can skip the next chapter.

It was late when Elena woke up on Sunday; Klaus and Caroline had left for the airport hours before. When her feet hit the floor she was surprised by her lack of nausea. For the first time in three days she felt truly hungry.

She slipped on a pair of slippers and walked into the bathroom. When she came back out a few minutes later she snagged a sweater and her phone before she hastened to the kitchen in search of food. Elena was just entering the kitchen, and pulling her short hair into a messy bun, when she froze. Her fingers were making the final twist of the hairband when she saw Elijah reading the paper.

He was dressed more casually than she had ever seen him in grey slacks and a blue button down; sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Elena found her eyes drawn to the bare skin of his forearms.

She quickly finished twisting her hair up and entered the room. She made a beeline for the counter to make some toast.

"Good morning."

Elena opened the fridge to pull out the butter. As her fingers closed around the carton of orange juice she caught sight of the blood bags on the bottom shelf. She felt her stomach growl with hunger before it started turning somersaults.

"It's nearly noon," Elijah had been tracking her heartbeat since she had opened her door. It had skipped a beat when she paused by the kitchen door. "Elena?" He glanced up to see her turning slowly from the fridge; her normally olive complexion had grown pale.

"Hmm?" Elena slowly buttered her toast willing the storm in her stomach to settle.

"Are you alright?" Elijah dropped the paper on the table and approached her. His thick brows were drawn together over his intense dark eyes. "You look a little pale."

"Just a little nauseous," she nibbled on the toast and the need to be sick slowly faded, "it's already passing."

"Are you sure?" Elijah placed one hand on her forehead to feel for a temperature; he was relieved to find the skin cool.

"Yes I'm sure," Elena giggled at the overly concerned look in his eyes, "it's just morning sickness," she gently removed his hand from her brow, "it kind of comes with the territory."

"Are you mocking me, lovely Elena?"

"Do you really think I'd be foolish enough to mock one of the oldest people on the planet?" Elena smirked and tried to ignore the butterflies that erupted in her belly when he called her 'lovely'. She picked up her toast and juice and walked around him making sure to brush his sleeve on her way to the table.

"You have been full of surprises the past few days." Elijah followed her movement with his eyes before returning to his chair across from her.

"Only one," Elena leaned across the table and sipped her juice.

"You still haven't answered the question." He raised one eyebrow and mimicked her motion leaning across the table. He inhaled the scent of his shampoo in her hair.

"What if I am?" Elena finished her toast before mirroring his expression. Her hands rested on the tabletop.

"You would be playing a very dangerous game, Elena." His hands fell to rest on the table close to hers. "Are you sure you want to go down that road?"

"Well that depends," her fingers inched closer as she met his piercing gaze with a smirk, "on what's at the end."

Elena blinked when he disappeared from his seat. A second later her chair was turned around. Elijah had his hands on either side of her head. He smirked dangerously down at her; Elena found herself wishing his hands would drop to her shoulders.

"Nothing good," his breath fanned against her chin making Elena dizzy.

She felt her breath hitch as he slowly closed the distance between them. He smirk grew when he watched her sparkling eyes dart to his lips; his own gaze was drawn to her bottom lip as it was drawn between her teeth. He paused an inch from her mouth. Their breath mingled in the air between them.

"Not in the kitchen," Rebekah flashed into the room to grab a blood bag from the fridge, "we eat at that table."

"Good afternoon, Rebekah."

Elena repressed a sigh when Elijah pulled back. She wished more than anything that Rebekah had waited another minute or two before entering the kitchen. Elena stood up and took her dishes to the sink to rinse and place in the dishwasher. Elena drew herself up to her full height when she felt Rebekah staring at her.

"Do you know when you are due?" Rebekah poured her blood into a mug. Elena was grateful when she could no longer see it.

"I'm not sure," Elena took a few shallow breaths to steady her heartrate. "They usually tell you around the seven week scan, but I'd say sometime in late August or early September."

"We'll have to find you a doctor," Rebekah sipped her blood after pulling it from the microwave, "someone we can compel if necessary." She dropped into a chair with a furrowed brow. "What do you mean by a scan?"

"An ultrasound," Elena shrugged but stopped when she spotted the confused looks on the sibling's faces. "Oh right," she chuckled, "sometime I forget you were born in another century."

"Millennium, but go on."

"An ultrasound machine," Elena reached for her phone, "takes images of the inside of your body." She opened her phone and pulled up the video. "It can take videos to; they're mostly used during pregnancy." She turned the screen towards them.

"What exactly are we looking at?" Rebekah peered at the black and white video.

"I've seen this before," Elijah narrowed his eyes at the mobile, "only it wasn't moving."

"I don't know how you could have," Elena looked up at him, "I just got that the day before yesterday. How could you have already seen a scan of the baby?"

"Davina drew it with charcoal." He flashed out of the room and was back in a moment with the drawing.

"Davina?" Elena frowned at the paper as Rebekah claimed the phone. "Davina… the witch who kidnapped me, and bound me to Sophie Devereux?"

"One and the same," Rebekah looked up from the video. "Is this really the baby? It's so small."

"Yeah, that's the baby," Elena grinned when Elijah reclaimed the phone, "about the size of a poppy seed." She pulled the ends of her sweater together over her stomach. "I'm going to get dressed," she stepped closer to Elijah and waited, "am I going to get my phone back?"

He reluctantly returned the phone.

"Don't look so morose," Elena teased before leaving the siblings in the kitchen, "you can still hear the baby's heartbeat."

"How are you doing?" Rebekah asked when Elena reached the stairs. "You gained a soulmate and a child all in one day."

"I'm doing well Rebekah," Elijah listened to the steady fluttering coming from Elena. It grew fainter the further away she got.

"Really? You are not about to have a panic attack or anything?" She finished her blood and rinsed the mug.

"I am not going to panic," Elijah frowned at his sister.

"I know I'd be excited," Rebekah smiled wistfully.

"I am."

"Have you told her?"

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