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Chapter 26

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Becca slept through the night surprisingly well. No nightmares of the past, of her future. She just . . . slept. It was great. Until she woke up to the sound of jack hammering. When she initially woke to the noise, she wasn't sure what it was. Were they having an earthquake? No, no that wasn't an earth quake. "Enough with all the racket!" She heard Klaus yell from outside her room.

Pulling on her robe, she walked out of her room and over to the railing to see construction workers below. Across from her, she saw Klaus fuming as he overlooked the same scene she was. Elijah stood below, overseeing the work that was being done. "Is there a problem, brother?" He asked back, a smirk on his smile as he knew fully well the noise would bother his brother. "Gentleman, please. Rebecca, my apologies for waking you." He said, his eyes never leaving his brother's.

"What's going on?" She asked out, her eyes moving from Elijah to Klaus, who was now accompanied by Genevieve.

She felt a tug on her heart upon realizing she had spent the night with Klaus. For a man who claimed he wanted her back, he had a funny way of showing it. Seeing her here just reminded her of why she shouldn't even consider going back to him. He was always finding a new way of hurting her.

"I agreed to a general sprucing up, not a bloody 3-ring circus." Klaus said as he and Genevieve made their way downstairs.

Elijah glanced back at Becca, who was trying her best not to look hurt by his brother's company, before clearing his throat and returning his attention to said brother. "Marcel and his minions abused our home for the better part of a century. Now, you might be content to live in a squalor. I'm not. I don't believe your and Rebecca's child should either." He said, watching his brother and trying to gauge his reaction.

Genevieve had tensed upon the reminder of Klaus and Becca's child. More so because it was a reminder of his love for the human girl. No matter how he actually felt for her, it would never trump his love for that girl. She was no idiot to that fact. Regardless, she was here for her own benefit as well. "I agree with your brother. It's a new era in the French Quarter. This place could use a make-over." She said as she got to the bottom of the stairs.

Klaus let his eyes wonder up to Becca, his eyes taken in the sight of her. She's showing much more than she had been a month ago. She looked even more beautiful, if that was even possible. His eyes finally left hers when he approached his brother. "Careful, Elijah. When this one agrees with you, it's a sure sign she wants something." Klaus whispered, squeezing his brother's shoulder before he move past him and moved to make himself a drink.

Genevieve did not miss the look of longing on Klaus' face when he looked up at his little human girl. Her blood boiled at the sight, but she had a favor to ask of the brothers. She couldn't let her jealousy get the best of her. "Actually, I do have a request. I'm told our coven has not been allowed to celebrate feast days in the open since Marcel restricted the use of magic. Now with the new peace, I'd like that to change." She said, turning to face the elder of the brothers.

"Am I to assume you have a certain feast day in mind?" He asked, already having a feeling of where this was going.

"Thefete des benedictions." Klaus and Elijah shared a look of amusement. Of course, their look said. "Feast of the blessings. In the past, members of the communities offered witches gifts in exchange for blessings. We'd like to use it as a forum for introducing our young harvest girls to society." Genevieve spoke her case to the brothers, glancing between them for any hint of an answer.

Her eyes lingered on Klaus as he tipped his glass to her before taking a sip. A mischievous smirk played on his lips. He would be no help to her. "So your coven attempted to destroy my family, held my niece as a random over my brother, and you yourself held my siblings in unspeakable torment, and you would like a party for the witches." Elijah said, reminding her of every reason they shouldn't help her.

Klaus chuckled, earning a glare from her. "I made my amends with your brother." She said, sharing a knowing smirk with him before her eyes lifted to the level above them. Becca watched on, waiting to hear Elijah's answer. When their eyes met, her hand went to her stomach almost protectively. She didn't trust Genevieve, and she didn't trust Klaus when it came to her. Her baby would be safe though, she'd see to that herself. "Why don't you think it over?" She said, her eyes leaving Becca before looking at Elijah and making her leave.

Once she was gone, Klaus straightened up. He was in too good a mood with everything going on and none of it going the way Elijah would think he'd want. Something was off, he just hadn't figured it out yet. He would in time though. "Oh, don't be such a stiff, Elijah. The tourist love a good festival. Besides, what better way to cement the solidarity than a show of faith toward a onetime enemy?" Klaus said, finishing his drink before moving away from the bar.

"A onetime enemy with whom you've grown . . . rather nauseatingly intimate with." Elijah pointed out.

"I can second that." Becca scoffed from above them, rolling her eyes.

Klaus looked up again to see her reaction. Inside, he loved the fact she was jealous. It meant she still cared for him enough to be jealous. He couldn't think about that now though, not when he was so close to winning. "Who said maintaining alliances can't be fun?" He teased, his eyes flickering to the girl above them again. "Just ask Becca, she seems to be making her own with the trumpetier across the river. How is Thierry, love? Is he still holding a grudge for me putting him in a wall?" He taunted, smirking when she huffed and returned to her room.

Elijah watched as she returned to her room, the sound of her door shutting echoing through out the compound. It amazed him how his brother was acting. If this had been years ago, Niklaus wouldn't have hesitated in killing Thierry and making Becca return to him. He simply wouldn't have it that she wanted someone else. Now, he seemed content with her being with the other man. At least, enough to let the boy continue breathing.

"One would think you'd be a little more interested in attending to the needs of the mother of your child. Not letting some commoner do it for you instead." He said, his eyes lowering back to his brother curiously.

Klaus' eyes lingered on her now shut door, his expression now one of longing. He wasn't as alright with this as he pretended to be. It killed him to let her be with someone else, but he had his reasons. "Elijah, the truth is, the mother of my child is far more safer across the river with Marcel and Thierry, no matter how much they seems to hate me at the moment, than she would be over here with us." He explained, his eyes returning to his brother.

Elijah saw pain behind his brother's eyes. He saw the want to fix things between him and the young woman upstairs. He wanted her back in his arms, wanted their family to be fixed. There was something stopping him from doing so though, and Elijah almost felt for his brother. To love and want a woman, but keeping her at arms length to keep her safe.

"So while it pains me to have her in the arms of someone else, I know she's safe. Our child is safe. Marcel would not let anything happen to an innocent child, nor it's mother." He said, his eyes glancing back up to the shut door once more before he cleared his throat and started to head out. "Don't worry, I'll make things right before the birth. She'll be back to where she belongs, with me." He said confindently before leaving the compound.

Elijah could only hope he succeeded.

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Becca was looking inside of a baby store window, her attention completely stolen by the little ballerina statue. It was handcrafted by the store keeper. She'd seen him working on it only weeks ago. It was so beautiful, so detailed. It was like she could see the ballerina's story on her expression. The hard work she had put into her preformance, the determination to get the dance right. It was silly to think about, but it humored her.

"It's a beautiful little trinket. It would look nice in a nursery." A voice said out behind her.

Spinning around, she was surprised to see Thierry standing there. He seemed to deem it safe enough to make another appearance on this side of the river. His luck was going to run out soon enough if he kept putting himself at risk like this. "You shouldn't be here. Banishment and all." She said, giving him a teasing look.

He chuckled, nodding as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He knew without a doubt he shouldn't be out here. Regardless to the fact he was here on Marcel's orders, he shouldn't have let himself be out in the open like he was. He couldn't help it. He was following Klaus and saw her out here alone. "I couldn't help myself. Why don't you get the statue?" He asked, changing the subject away from him being somewhere he shouldn't be.

"Oh, um, I couldn't spend the money on that." She said, blushing as she started to walk away from the store.

He was close behind her, glancing back at the store before clearing his throat. His eyes continued past the store to the bar a few buildings down and with his vampire hearing he knew Klaus was still inside with the blonde bartender Marcel found himself tangled up with lately. "How is the nursery coming along?" He asked, his attention returning to the girl beside him.

She rubbed her stomach while they walked, a small smile playing on her lips. "I've bought a couple of things. One of my friends back home sent a few things. Leave it to Caroline to nag me about this stuff even a few states away. Um, other than that I haven't done much. With everything going on lately, I haven't had the time." She said, glancing at him for a quick second before blushing in embarrassment and looking away.

"What about Klaus? He doing anything?"

Becca scoffed at the question, which in turn gave him his answer. Klaus hadn't lifted a finger in preparing for the baby. Unless you counted plotting to take over the French Quarter and sleeping with the head witch. "He's been too preoccupied with Genevieve." She said bitterly, her jealousy getting the best of her. When she realized how badly that must have sounded, she cleared her throat and glanced at her stomach. "I don't trust her. I don't think he should be working with her, but he's got his own plans in motion. Not that he tells me anything." She said with a small scoff.

She obviously wasn't a fan of the red headed witch any more than they were. More importantly, she wasn't a fan of Klaus liking the red head any better. As much as he liked Becca, he couldn't help but see the advantage of having her on his and Marcel's side. It'd be the perfect leverage over the hybrid that they'd need to get one over on him. He just had to keep her on his side. "How about some lunch? I know a good little fly on the wall restaurant you'll like." He said, offering his arm to her. She took a moment to hesitate before nodding and taking his arm, letting him lead her away.

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When Becca returned from lunch with Thierry, she was surprised to find a dress hanging up on her door with a note telling her she had to be ready by six. As annoyed she was by not even being asked if she wanted to attend, she was a little excited when she looked over the dress. She had no doubt Klaus had picked it out. It was a nice golden color, the skirt falling to just below her knees. It was flowy, perfect for her baby bump. She wouldn't feel so uncomforable with it sticking out.

Taking the gown off the hanger, she held it up to her in the mirror and couldn't help but smile at the memories of the last time she wore a dress like this. It was Esther's ball, as a way to welcome her family to the town. The night had started off magical, it was where Klaus and she shared their first real kiss during their swim in the lake. Damon had ruined it by picking a fight with Kol, but it had been a magical night none the less.

"I don't suppose I could help you with that, love." Kol said out behind her.

Looking at him in the mirror, she rolled her eyes before putting the dress down on her bed and turning to face him. He was already in the process of getting ready. "No, I don't think you can, Kol. What do you want?" She asked, the bitterness she still held toward him coming out in her voice. It wasn't on purpose, but she was still upset he had tricked her into loving him. It was in the past now though, and she needed to move on from it.

He glanced around the room, leaning against the door frame as he seemed to think about what he wanted to say next. He seemed to be almost conflicted. "That witch Marcel favors, I don't suppose you two are friends, are you?" He asked, his eyes finally landing on her.

His question threw her. He wanted to know about Davina? Why? She was no use to him, she couldn't help him in any way and she . . . did Kol like her? Amusement played on her face when she came to the conclusion. "Maybe. Why? What do you need from Davina? She's a bit young for you, isn't she?" She teased while she move to her vanity to brush her hair.

"You're one to talk. You're having a baby with a man over a thousand years older than you." Kol scoffed, crossing his arms.

Running the brush through her hair, she felt the need to laugh. Kol was interested in Davina, she wasn't even aware they had met. "Don't go there. Marcel would have your head before you even introduced yourself to her. Besides, she's a good girl, Kol. She's lost a lot, don't mess up her life more." She said, her gaze locking with his.

Kol knew a part of her blamed him for everything that had happened to her. Her life was going great before he interfered. She had her family, her love. It didn't matter that he'd been the one to find her medication. Well, a form of it. Klaus had just found a better one after learning of his. She blamed him for Klaus being with Hayley, Klaus killing her mother and running her brother out of town. She wanted to blame him so she didn't have to blame Klaus anymore. Only, he wasn't the one who threatened her brother. He wasn't the one who held her mother's head underwater until she took her last breath. He wasn't the one who took that wolf to bed. Klaus did that.

"Blame me if you want, but I never pushed Nik to do what he did. I might have lied about the sire bond and used it to my advantage, but Nik's actions were of his own." He snapped, his fists clenching in anger.

She looked away, refusing to let him see how upset she want. It was hormones, from being on her last month of pregnancy. That was why she was being so emotional. "You used my feelings to get back at your brother. You manipulated me, Kol. That wasn't love. That wasn't real because you don't do that to someone you love. So, yes, leave Davina alone. She doesn't need you screwing with her head like you did mine." She said angrily, turning to face him again with a look he hadn't seen on her before.

"Whatever, I talk to her myself. Don't get in my way." He scoffed, returning her glare before he turned and left the room.

Becca gritted her teeth, grabbing her brush and throwing it across the room. It hit the back of her bedroom door just as it closed behind Kol, bouncing off and hitting the floor. A small scream of frustration left her as she threw her pillows around before finally she settled, panting as she tried to catch her breath. Glancing over at her dress, she wiped her eyes before grabbing it and going to go get ready.

Hopefully the night got better from here on.