Chapter 36

The room

Klaus pressed his lips together and glanced at Flynn who had barely said a word after they had left the hospital. She was staring outside through the window, lost in her thoughts. Klaus hated to feel so helpless; he would have done anything to make her feel better. He was most certainly going to kill the bastards who had hurt her, leaving her traumatized. There had to be a way to get rid of her nightmares. Some kind of spell maybe. He was going to arrange that, no matter what it would take.

"Sweetheart?" he said after a long silence.

"Hmm?" she murmured.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yeah."

"That's good, because I arranged us a private cabinet. How does an Italian sounds to you?"

"Fine."

"If I remember correctly, you love lasagna."

"Yeah."

"And ice cream. This place should have the best Italian ice cream."

"That's nice."

Klaus frowned; he doubted that she had really heard a word he had just said.

"Oh, by the way, I'm planning to send our son to a boarding school in the North Pole as soon as he turns 3. But don't worry; we'll see him again when he's 18. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

"No," she murmured.

"Alright," he sighed. "Flynn, please look at me."

"I'm fine…" she started.

"No, you're not." He paused and stopped the car. "Look at me, love."

Finally she did, he could see the distress in her eyes.

"Come here," he hummed and gently pulled her in his embrace. She didn't protest, on the contrary. If he wasn't mistaken, his closeness calmed her as she snuggled against him. Neither of them spoke, he simply held her and stroked her hair. Finally her tense muscles started to relax.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"For what?"

"For being here."

He pulled away and gently touched her lips with his.

"I'm not going anywhere, love, you can count on that."

"Oh yeah? No matter how much I act up and snap at you?" she asked innocently.

"No matter how much," he confirmed. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me."

"Hmm. Did you say something about ice cream?"

"Yes, I did," he replied smirking. "Thanks to you, it happens to be my favorite dessert these days. Is there any chance I could use your finger as a spoon?"

"We'll see," she replied smiling. "If you're nice."

"Of course, I'll be a perfect gentleman."

"Good. I want you to be a good role model for NJ."

Klaus raised an eyebrow.

"NJ?"

Flynn's eyes widened.

"I haven't told you? I can't believe I forgot…"

"Tell me what, sweetheart?"

Flynn bit her bottom lip.

"Well… I was thinking about a name for our son and… I was thinking we could name him Nicholas Henry Barden Mikaelson. NJ. What do you think?"

Klaus was speechless for a moment.

"You… want to name him Nicholas?"

"Yeah, I was thinking… I'm guessing you don't like the idea."

"What, no! No, no, I mean yes, I do like it. I'm just surprised you would like to name him after me."

Flynn frowned.

"Surprised? You're his father."

"Yes, but… I'm surprised, that's all."

Flynn was quiet for a brief moment before taking Klaus' hand and kissing it.

"You're going to be a good father, I'm sure of it."

Klaus looked at her and smiled.

"And you're going to be an amazing mother. My son will be luckiest little boy in the world."

3 hours later

"Klaus…" Flynn protested.

"Just trust me, love," he hummed. "No peeking."

Flynn sighed, but she kept her eyes closed. They had just returned to the compound after a wonderful dinner in an Italian restaurant. She had actually forgotten all her worries for a brief moment and felt relaxed. Now she needed to decide what to do. She should tell Klaus, she couldn't even think about trusting some stranger. But what if he had told her the truth? What if Klaus wouldn't be able to help her? She didn't know what to do.

"Are you sure I'm not too heavy?" she murmured. For some reason Klaus had insisted of carrying her. He had said that he had a surprise for her.

"No, you're not. I could carry you the whole night. Or then I would just take you straight to my bed."

"Is that where we're going?"

"Sadly no. Not yet." He paused and placed her on the floor. "Alright, sweetheart, you can open your eyes now."

She did and saw that they were in an empty room. There was no furniture, rugs or curtains.

"It's… a room?"

He smiled.

"Not just any room. Here."

He was handing her a small box.

"What's this?"

"Open it."

Her eyes widened when she saw what was inside. A credit card.

"Klaus…"

"I know, I know," he cut in. "Please hear me out first. I know you don't want me to give you expensive gifts, but technically this isn't for you. This is for NJ."

"What?"

"A nursery," he explained. "I thought you would like to decorate it."

Flynn was speechless; this was the last thing she had expected.

"A nursery?" she finally repeated.

"Yes," Klaus replied smiling. "I'm asking you to let me do this for our son. Please use this card and buy whatever you feel he'll need."

Flynn's eyes were watering up, she couldn't help it.

"Hey…"

She pounced on him before he managed to finish his sentence.

"You're so sweet," she sobbed. "My baby will have a nursery."

She couldn't stop crying, her stupid hormones had strike once again. After a painfully long while, she could finally control herself again. Slowly she pulled away and looked at Klaus.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," he replied and kissed her.

"I would like to go to bed now," she hummed.

"Of course, you must be tired…"

"No, I meant your bed."

"Oh…" He grinned and lifted her up again. "As my lady wishes."

Flynn blinked her eyes, she felt very strange. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Klaus' arms. Now she was standing in middle of an empty room. Wait…

This was NJ's nursery. What was she doing here? Slowly she looked down and saw that she was naked. What…?

She had something in her hand.

A knife.

A bloody knife.

No, this couldn't be real… She stared at the knife. Whose blood was this? Then she realized something. Her stomach hurt. No… No, no, no!

"NJ!" she cried out in panic.

She couldn't feel him. Her baby bump was full of stabbing wounds. Her baby was dead. She had killed him.