Alex's P.O.V

Damon, Stefan, and I were walking through the cemetery to our family crypt. Bells rang every few minutes as the people in the graveyard socialized and told stories. "What kind of name is Honoria Fell?" Stefan asked and I hit his arm.

"That my granddaughter!" I snapped and Damon leaned in.

"Shh. You're kind of the one who killed her," Damon whispered and Stefan looked at me, apologetically.

"Sorry," He said and I talk about it as we walked into the crypt.

"Hindsight being 20/20," I said. "Way too much temptation at the bar, so if this ripper gene is biological, then we need to minimize human contact." Damon was lighting candles behind me as I looked at Stefan. "Until we get your brain back to normal."

"So this is the family crypt, huh?" He asked us and I walked over to the bench behind me. I had to get off of my feet. "Anybody here I didn't kill?"

"Well, we've covered our father, who art in hell, " Damon started and rang the bell.

"Amen," I praised.

"Uncle Zach, my bad," Damon said and rang the bell again.

"On the bright side, our mother died of consumption," I informed Stefan.

"Oh, good," Stefan said as Damon rang the bell. Damon's phone rang and he looked at it then at me.

"I got to go see a man about a witch." My older brother informs us. "Look out for her ex and party on without me." Damon then handed the bell and liquor to Stefan and walked out of the crypt.

Stefan turned to me and I smiled at him. "So your ex is a prick," I laughed at his words.

"That's an understatement," I replied as he sat down next to me. I grabbed the bell and sighed.

"But can I say something," Stefan said. "And you don't have to agree with me since I don't remember this Klaus guy and his friend - but… He seemed like he cared about you." I looked at him confused. "I mean someone doesn't just travel across 5 states for no one."

"Are you saying I should forgive him?" I asked.

"No, I'm just saying that you should talk to him. Make sure you're both on the same page. Give him a chance to prove to you that he wants to be a father," Stefan explained and I stayed quiet. "But maybe I'm wrong. I mean I don't remember him." He laughed and I smiled.

"Yeah," I responded. Someone walked into the crypt and I saw Elena at the entrance, with a bell.

"Damon called." She said and I nodded. I stood up and walked over to her.

"I need some air, you think you watch him for a little while?" I asked her and she nodded.

I walked out of the crypt and over to the Fell's family tombstones. I sat down at Erin's grave and noticed that there wasn't a lot of people around me. Next to his was William's grave and I felt tears in my eyes. My life was so much easier back then. I ran my hand over my stomach and sighed.

"I wished you guys could have met your older brothers," I told them. "You would have liked them. They were so kind and innocent, but then again so was I before died."

"Alex," I looked up and saw Klaus standing there. Victor wasn't with him.

"Where's Victor?" I asked and Klaus sat down, on the ground, next to me.

"In the car," He answered. "Said you and I needed to talk." I looked over at Erin's grave than at William's. "You miss him."

"Of course I miss him. He was my best friend, my husband, and the father of my sons," I said to Klaus. "Charles's should be here, my oldest. The one who actually triggered his curse and ran to Louisiana, so he wouldn't harm his family. He should be buried here beside his brother." I explained to him, then rang the damn bell in my hand.

"Why did you leave?" Klaus asked and I looked at him.

"Because New Orleans will never be safe enough to raise our kids, even if you manage to overthrow Marcel and take back your city," I explained to him.

"So you want to raise them here? In Mystic Falls?" He asked and I shook my head.

"No," I answered. "I didn't mean to come here actually. I just - ended up here." I looked down at my stomach. "Look," I looked at him. "I want what's best for them. I want them to go to school, make friends, fall in love, and have a normal life." I sighed. "But I also know that they're supernatural so they won't have a normal life, but if they're safe and loved then I don't care how normal their life is."

"I want that too," Klaus confessed and rested his hand on my stomach. "For all three of you." He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. "But I also want them to grow up in their family home."

"New Orleans isn't safe for them Klaus," I told him.

"I'll make it safe."

"But what if you can't?" I asked him. "What if that city is just doomed to be at war with itself for all time? I won't have children grow up like that." I looked towards the Salvatore crypt. "Plus a home doesn't have to be a building or a city, it's wherever your loved ones are."

Klaus was silent, clearly thinking through everything I told him. I looked back over to Erin's grave and gave it a weak smile. "We'll leave," My quickly turned back to Klaus.

"What?" I asked, not sure if I heard him correctly.

"If New Orleans becomes too dangerous then we'll leave," He elaborated.

"Really?" I asked him as tears began to form in my eyes.

"All I want is to spend the rest of my immortal life with you," Klaus said. "So you have my word that we will leave New Orleans if it isn't safe for us to stay anymore." I smiled at him, then felt a punch from the inside of my stomach. I looked down in shock. "Was that-"

"Yeah," I said to them. "Hello, my angels." I looked back at Klaus to see him with tears in his eyes. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my eyes. He slowly began to lean in until his lips met mine. It was a soft kiss, but it had a lot of emotion behind it.

"I see you two made up," I pulled away and looked up at Damon. He looked annoyed and I rolled my eyes before holding my hand up. Damon grabbed it and help me stand up.

"Shut up," I said and placed his hand on my stomach. One of the twins kicked again and he smirked.

"At least they recognize their favorite uncle," Damon said to me and I hit him in the arm softly. He then looked at Klaus, who was standing behind me. "So are you two-"

"No, but we are on the same page now," I said to him. Damon looked between us again then nodded.

"I assume this means you're leaving?" He asked and I nodded. "Well then," Damon looked at Klaus. "You hurt her or my niece and nephew in any way and I'll tear your heart from your chest." Damon threatens and I rolled my eyes. My older brother kissed my forehead. "Keep in touch and call me when they're born."

"I will," I said. "But are you sure you don't need help with Stefan?"

"Elena and I can take care of Stefan," I didn't like that sentence. "I'll make sure he gives you a call when he remembers everything," Damon said, and I nodded.

"Ok," I said to him. "Guess we better be leaving then."

"I'll see you around, sister," Damon said.

"See you around, brother."

~Back in New Orleans~

Someone was placing me down somewhere. I opened my eyes and saw it was Klaus laying me down on my bed at the plantation. "Hi," I said quietly.

"Go back to sleep, love," He told me, softly. "You've had a long day."

"Only if you stay with me," I replied.

Klaus smirked at me and nodded. He moved around the bed and I turned to lay on my other side, towards him. He got in the bed and I grabbed his arm and rested my head and stomach on it while holding his hand. Klaus was lying on his side and I closed my eyes, then fell asleep easy. Knowing he was right by my side.