AN: I do not own TVD or TO
This chapter has a few weeks time jump. Most of the chapters from now on will. Elena is at 20 weeks. Lexa is 8
SMUT warning under the first line break.
Lexa dropped a few herbs into the boiling concoction on the stove and stirred three times counter-clockwise. She glanced over her shoulder to Elena and Elijah where they had come into the kitchen to get a glass of water and a mug of blood. Even though she knew to expect it her stomach still rolled at the sight of the red liquid. She quickly turned back to her potion only to get a whiff of the fumes. Bile rose in her throat. It was only a matter of time before the nausea would take control.
She turned to Kol and handed him the wooden spoon. Lexa placed one hand over her stomach and gulped. "Can you finish mi amor?" She didn't wait for an answer, as soon as the utensil was in his hand she sped out of the kitchen.
Elena sat down her now empty glass and watched Lexa practically sprint from the room. It had been two weeks since Bonnie had delivered the pages. In that time Lexa had been sick periodically. Elena had a pretty good idea what was going on. She snuck a quick glance at Kol and decided that he must be aware; if he didn't know he would have flashed after his soulmate. The only real question was: when were they going to tell everyone?
Kol was just portioning off the potion when Caroline came into the kitchen. He passed her the antidote when she violently tore open the fridge door and extracted several blood bags. He had wanted to leave Nik cursed for a while, but that plan had gone out the window when Caroline turned out to be the mate of his hot-headed brother.
Kol would never admit it but the blond baby vampire terrified him.
"This will work?" Caroline eyed the noxious concoction in the glass.
"No reason why it wouldn't love," Kol masked his discomfort behind a cocky smirk. "I was a bit of a prodigy as a child."
"It better work," her icy voice sent chills down Kol's spine.
Kol could see Elena laughing through her yawn as her best friend sped off in the direction of snapping bones.
"Kol," Elena started twisting her hair into a French braid, "I've grown to like you over the years so for your sake I really hope this works. Caroline won't be taking it out on Lexa."
Kol crossed his arms and mumbled that he was not afraid of Caroline Forbes.
Caroline froze outside the bedroom when the pained moans ceased. She clutched the bags of blood and balanced the cup before opening the door. Light from the full moon shone through the open window and illuminated the empty room. She placed everything on the dresser before she called out for him.
Arms wrapped around her waist from behind and pulled her flush against a lean chest. She could tell that the only thing separating them was the thin silk pajamas she wore.
Caroline gasped and moaned loudly when his hand slid beneath the waistband of her panties. Her stomach quivered. Moisture flooded her underwear when his lips descended on the curve of her throat; two weeks was too long.
Caroline wanted nothing more than to submit to his ministrations, but there was one thing that needed to be taken care of first.
"K-Klaus," she choked back a moan when he bit her shoulder with blunt teeth. Grasping his hands she spun to face him. That action was definitely a mistake; one look at his body on full display under the moon drove her wild.
She grabbed his face and kissed him with every emotion she had. Their mouths moved together in a rough kiss.
Klaus quickly shredded her pajamas and gripped her hips. He smirked wickedly when he picked her up and pinned her to the door.
He licked and nipped his way across her breasts. Fingers tangled in his unruly hair and left bloody tracks down his back when he bit on her nipple. He growled when he smelt the blood and thrust upwards to envelop his cock in her dripping pussy.
Caroline's head slammed back against the door. The occasional grunt would escape as he drove into her again and again. She mewled in pleasure when he kissed her roughly and his thumb found her clit. Caroline came with a silent scream while he continued to pound into her.
When the stars behind her eyes faded she used all of her strength to shove him backwards. They ended up on the floor where Caroline rode him into oblivion.
After the first of what would most likely be many rounds they laid in the moonlight and basked in its glow. Caroline was placing gentle kisses over his chest when she heard his stomach growl. She stood up and giggled at the pout on his lips.
"Round two is going to have to wait until you've fed," she smirked and walked slowly to the dresser. She could feel his eyes igniting a fire under her skin. "Stop staring at me," she glanced over her shoulder.
"But the view is amazing love," he tilted his head and gazed at her perfect behind, "the best I've ever witnessed…" his eyes glittered. A wolfish grin covered his face when she turned around. He slowly looked her up and down. "I stand corrected… this is the best view I've ever seen."
"Really?" Caroline approached slowly causing her chest to bounce; she smirked and quirked an eyebrow.
"Mmmhmm," he hummed, "and it just keeps getting better." Klaus sat up and took the blood bag from her hands. "I've noticed you staring as well, sweetheart." He drained the bag and accepted the second.
"Well it is a decent view," she slowly checked him out and grabbed the cup. "Now drink this vile smelling potion and meet me in the shower," she commanded in her bossiest tone.
She could make out the sound of him choking down the concoction over the pounding of the water. A moment later arms wrapped around her waist and turned her head to meet her lips in a slow kiss.
Elena peered blearily at the numbers on the alarm clock: 2:46 AM. She shifted in the bed wanting something but unsure of what it was. The babies were turning gently, but she knew that motion had not been enough to wake her.
She turned her head to the left and watched Elijah's sculpted chest rise and fall with shallow even breaths. Elena nibbled on her lip and briefly considered waking him up. The thought was tempting, incredibly tempting, but that need was not the one that had woken her up.
Her stomach rumbled softly. Elena was careful when she stood up so as not to wake him. She picked up her sweater from the chair in the corner and tiptoed out of the room pulling the door closed gently behind her.
Elijah had been on edge ever since Bonnie had given them the spell and left. She didn't know what was keeping him awake at all hours of the night, but she was sure he would tell her when he was ready… right?
This was the first he had really slept and Elena was reluctant to wake him up unless it was absolutely necessary. She had asked him what was wrong, but he had told her not to worry about it; that he was probably worried about nothing.
She waited a moment with her hand on the doorknob and listened. She couldn't hear him, but that didn't really mean anything; if Elijah wanted to he could move soundlessly. Elena chose to believe the silence meant he was still asleep. She blinked a few times and allowed her eyes to adjust to the dim light in the upstairs hall.
Pulling her sweater closed over her belly she walked slowly towards the stairs. She froze when her heel came down on a squeaky floorboard. She held her breath and listened carefully. The house was silent save for the rhythmic thumping coming from the door to her left. Her eyes widened when she realized it was Caroline's bedroom. Heat rose in her cheeks when she realized exactly what she was hearing. She covered her mouth and chocked down her high pitched laugh and hurried past. She supposed it made sense that they were still at it after several hours; it had been two weeks, but it still wasn't something she was comfortable listening to.
When she entered the kitchen she flipped on the dim lights over the table and opened the fridge. She narrowed her eyes at the bags of blood on the bottom shelf. She placed her hand over her kicking children and spoke harshly to her abdomen.
"That is not happening." Her words were followed by half-hearted kicks that Elena was sure was the twins' way of whining: 'but mommy.'
"No," she said firmly, "pick something else." Her eyes flickered over the contents of the fridge before lighting on the jar that made her mouth water. She quickly placed it on the counter and retrieved a fork. She closed her eyes to savor the taste and frowned when she realized it was missing something.
She stepped into the walk in pantry and came out with a blue package and a red jar. She closed her eyes and suppressed a moan when the combined flavors exploded in her mouth. She was on her third serving when the overhead lights brightened. She squinted and allowed her eyes to readjust to the new level of light.
"Midnight snack, elskede?" Elijah blinked slowly and took in the small assembly that she had set up. Discounting the occasional wolf-bite he had gone 1000 years without experiencing physical sickness, but looking at her food choices made his stomach turn.
Elena nodded slowly and swallowed. "I didn't wake you did I?" Her tongue darted out to catch the crumb on her lip.
"No," he suppressed a yawn and slowly approached the island. "Niklaus, breaking a lamp, did. I came looking for you when I realized you weren't in bed." He laid one hand on the small of her back and watched with morbid fascination as she added raspberry jam and a sliced pickle to the centre of an Oreo. "At what point in time did this become a good snack?"
"Are you mocking my food choices?" She asked around a glorious mouthful of chocolate, jam, and gherkins. She arched one eyebrow and looked up at him over her shoulder. She didn't miss the shadows under his eyes.
"I would never mock you Elena," he swore around another yawn.
"Mmmhmmm," her eyes flickered over his overtly innocent expression, "sure you wouldn't." She started cleaning off the counter and putting things away. "And to answer your question it became an ideal snack after you knocked me up. The babies wanted food and it was delicious." She knew he was truly exhausted when he made no comment on her use of the term 'knocked up'.
Elijah nodded as he slowly came more awake. He could remember reading in one of the books that pregnancy could bring unusual food cravings.
A hand cupped his neck and a thumb gently stroked his jaw. He settled his hands on her waist and met her concerned brown eyes.
"What is it?" Elijah caught her hand and ran his thumb over her knuckles.
"I just… wish you hadn't woken up," she sighed. "That's the most you've slept in two weeks."
"I am over a thousand years old Elena," he chuckled. "I do not require much sleep. A couple hours a night is more than enough."
Elena narrowed her eyes and glared at him. "You haven't been getting that." She pushed through before he could deny it. "You've been lying in bed with me, but you haven't been sleeping. Something has been bothering you for a while now; ever since the babies started kicking you've been distant."
She really had planned on letting him come to her, but once she started voicing her concerns she couldn't stop. She needed to know. Was he freaking out about being a father? Was it Klaus' curse?
"I'm worried about you, Elijah. I snuck out of the bedroom so I wouldn't wake you up because you were finally asleep. If I wasn't afraid of what I'd find I would slap Klaus for waking you up." Her fingers traced the circles under his eyes. "Please tell me what's wrong. It is clearly not nothing."
"Elena…"
"Is it the twins? Are you freaking out? You haven't actually freaked out yet, so please tell me if you're freaking out." Her gaze fell to his bare chest.
"What?" His dark eyes widened. His knuckle caught her chin and lifted her face to meet his gaze. "No, I am not worried about the twins. It's – it's the witch."
She blinked and tilted her head to the side. "Which witch?" They knew so many witches: Lexa, Bonnie, Sophie and countless witches in the city.
"The dead one who ordered the coven to kill the babies… I recognized her name."
Elena struggled for a moment to remember the name. She hadn't given it too much thought as there had been no explanation as to why she had done it, and the witches were no longer a problem. "Esther… you know who she is?"
"She was my mother, Elena."
Caroline rolled over and basked in the early morning sunlight. It streamed through the window and warmed her bare skin. A sleepy smile spread over her face as she watched the light play across her daylight ring. She reached out blindly to rouse Klaus and froze.
Her eyes snapped to him as her fingers tangled in soft fur. She tugged and caused him to jerk awake.
Caroline waited until his jaw closed from the massive yawn. She bit down on her cheek to suppress her own yawn and fixed him with an exasperated glare.
"Klaus," his eyes turned to her and narrowed in confusion, "please tell me you've suddenly developed an extremely inappropriate sense of humor. Are you turning into Kol? This is a very cruel prank to play on me."
His eyes widened when he lifted his head and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror over the dresser. He shook his head as much as possible and watched her jump out of bed.
Caroline cursed loudly when she stepped on some broken glass. She tore the glass from her foot and yanked one of his Henley's over her head. Klaus jumped out the bed and raced after her down the hall.
A door banged open and crashed against a dresser. A startled shriek followed the tinkling sound of shattered glass. Klaus padded into the room and watched as his mate did something he would have deemed incredibly foolish. The slap reverberated through the room; he suspected the only reason Kol didn't retaliate was because he was still half asleep.
"I did warn him," Elena rubbed her eyes and peered blearily at Kol who was holding his cheek and watching Caroline scream with wide eyes. Elena looked down at Klaus and on impulse patted his head. "There, there…"
"Elena, don't baby the werewolf," Elijah yawned, "they have a tendency to bite."
"Don't worry," she smiled, "he's just an overgrown puppy. Aren't you Klaus?" She scratched behind his ears and dissolved in a fit of giggles when he closed his eyes and pushed against her hand. She looked up when the frenzied yelling cut off in the middle of a sentence.
Lexa sat back against the headboard and eyed the angry woman who had woken her at such an early hour. She yawned and wiped the sleep from her eyes before lifting the pages containing the spell from her bedside table. Her eyes flickered from the paper to the trio by the door.
"I think I know what happened," she sighed. Lexa pointed to a spot on the paper for Kol to read. "Do you think this would affect a hybrid? Now that I'm looking at it I don't think it would." Lexa had just assumed the spell was the same one that had been used on the Crescent wolves.
"Celeste modified the spell to affect a hybrid," Kol voiced her thoughts, "and we made a cure for the original spell."
"Can you reverse it then?" Elijah steadied Elena when she stumbled straightening up.
"Yeah," Lexa nodded, "we have the spell. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out how she tweaked it and craft a reversal. It'll just be another month before he can take it."
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