"I have a surprise for you, Remiel," Selina announced one morning.

"Oh?" Remiel asked. "What sort of a surprise?" She drank her juice and took a bite of cereal, chewing slowly.

"I think you'll really like it," Selina told her, taking a sip of coffee and then standing up. "Just a minute."

As she scampered out of the room, Ricky put his own coffee cup down and took a bite out of a muffin. "You know, Grandma's pretty good with surprises," he said. "But I'm a bit nervous about this one. What do you know about it, Grandpa?"

Elijah shrugged. "I certainly have no idea. When your grandmother wants to keep something a surprise, that's what she does!"

After a little while, Selina came in and set a large square that looked like a calendar on the table

"What is it?" Remiel asked, picking it up.

"It's a monthly planner!" Selina said. "It'll help you organize what's important in your life, so you don't forget!"

Elijah heard this and nearly spit out his coffee. "You're championing organization?" He stood up. "Who are you and what have you done with my wife?"

Meanwhile, Remiel was leafing through the planner, which had her usual schedule written down in Selina's beautiful script. "But I don't...I don't understand why I need this. I know my schedule. I know we brush the horses on Tuesday and get the eggs on Thursday and so on. I wouldn't forget because I love doing it."

"See?" Elijah said. "It's silly! Don't make her feel pressured to use it!"

"Maybe I'll give it to you instead!" Selina shot back. "Then perhaps you'll remember to take the trash out on Thursday!" She thought he'd be proud of her attempt to be more organized, but apparently not.

"I did remember to take the trash out!" Elijah shot back. "Without you going on about it. You're just choosing to forget so you can make a point that doesn't need to be made."

"Yeah, you always take it out now," Selina conceded. "But how many times did I have to tell you to before it became a habit? Don't answer, because I rest my case!"

As they bickered, Remiel gave Ricky a curious look. "I...don't get me wrong, I appreciate the gift, but...I don't get it still."

Ricky hugged her against him and gave her a wink. "That's okay, don't think too hard about it. Just say 'Thank you' and promise her that it'll be put to good use and she'll be happy."

"Right," Remiel nodded and cleared her throat. "Selina, this still doesn't make any sense to me and I find it useless, but I like it if that's what will make you happy."

"Not exactly what I had in mind," Ricky whispered and rolled his eyes. "But close enough."

"You know, Remiel," Elijah grinned. "I like you more and more every day."

She grinned back. "I like you too, Supreme Being!"

"No!" Ricky and Selina yelled at the same time. "Don't start calling him that again!"

"You can do whatever you want," Elijah reassured Remiel with a wink. "Don't listen to those two; they're just jealous!" He grabbed a muffin and was about to take a bite when it was snatched out of his hand and his smug grin left his face.

"Hey, everyone," Kai greeted, his mouth full. "I hope everyone is well on this lovely day!"

Elijah groaned and pulled his coffee cup closer to his body so Kai wouldn't steal that too. "Can't you just say 'Good morning' like a normal person when you enter a room?" He grinned as Kayla greeted him and kissed his head.

"How are the muffins, Daddy?"

"I don't know," Elijah snapped. "I didn't have a chance to try one. Why don't you tell me? Lovely to see you, by the way."

"Well, thank you!" Kai said.

"I was talking to Kayla," Elijah corrected. "I still have some reservations about you."

While her boyfriend and father exchanged barbs, Kayla when to stand by her mother, who was looking through Remiel's planner. "Just what's that?" She asked and put her arm around Selina.

"It's a day planner for Remiel," Selina said and sighed deeply. "I thought it was such a good idea, but everyone thinks I'm nuts and has not been shy about telling me so."

"I don't think you're nuts," Kai told her. "I think having a monthly planner would be amazing! I could plan all my meals in advance!"

Selina chuckled and gave Kai a hug. "I'm happy to know that at least one person likes my idea."

"I appreciate it too," Elijah added. "In fact, I'm gonna make a note in it right now!" He grabbed it, muttering as he scribbled. "Throw Kai out of house!"

"Oh, come on now!" Kai complained. "I thought we had a truce and agreed to be civil to each other! I thought we were friends! Elijah? Mr. Mikaelson? Sir?" He blushed.

"I assure you that we did and we are," Elijah put a firm hand on Kai's shoulder and gave him a look that made him swallow nervously and begin sweating. "It's called being friend/enemies, and we can't take a joke!"

"Daddy, please leave my boyfriend alone now so we can all have a nice breakfast, okay? We didn't come to cause trouble," Kayla chided him.

Elijah released his grip and heaved a big sigh. "Well, that will be very difficult, but..." He paused and kissed the top of her head. "...since it means that much to you, and I love you dearly, I can try."

"Is that the way your family usually shows that thing called 'love'?" Remiel whispered to Ricky.

Ricky snorted into his bowl of cereal. "Well I'm not sure that you could call what's between Kai and my grandpa 'love', but as for me, I'm trying really hard to show you what love is. I hope I'm doing a good job." He blushed and smiled, reaching for Remiel's hand to kiss it.

"Yes, you are," Remiel assured him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. Then, with lips still on his cheek, she realized, after seeing it out of the corner of her eye, that everyone was watching them.

"Don't mind us," Selina said with a smile.

"Yes," Elijah gave Selina a wink and pulled her close. "Just keep doing what you were doing. We don't mind one bit."

With everyone else doing chores, Selina and Elijah were left alone in the kitchen. As he tried to read his paper, his concentration was continually broken by the loud sound of her nails clattering on the kitchen island. He tried to ignore it, but finally, he set the paper down and kept his eyes on her. "What in the world is the matter with you?" He asked. "Are you trying to get my attention? Is something wrong that we need to discuss?"

"Oh, no," Selina shook her head and quickly rested her hand palm down on the marble countertop. "Why would something be wrong?"

"Cause I know you," he told her. "You only make that much noise when something is wrong. And don't think I didn't see how much you ate at breakfast. What have you done?"

"Nothing," Selina laughed nervously. "What makes you think I've done anything? Can't a woman just be hungry?"

"Well, of course, but...Selina, I know something's wrong. Please tell me the truth." He crossed his arms and frowned. "Otherwise I will drag it out of you and I don't want to have to do that. Now...what's wrong? What have you done?"

"I don't...you'll just get mad," Selina told him.

"I won't," Elijah promised, even though that's exactly what he was doing internally. "I promise I will not get mad. Did you have another fight with your mother? Are you and my father at war again?"

"No," Selina shook her head and began emptying out the dishwasher to give herself time to think. "It's nothing like that; nothing important. I'm just thinking."

"Oh, come on, dear," Elijah told her, trying to keep his tone light. "I know you better than you know yourself and if you're in some sort of emotional pain, I don't want you to have to go through it alone. Please tell me."

"Oh, all right," Selina began biting her nails. "I...I might have done something I shouldn't have done; I don't know what I was thinking." She put her hand on her hips. "I don't know why I do such stupid things. It's like...now that I don't do drugs anymore, making stupid decisions is like a high or something!"

Elijah sighed. "Did you invite my father over? Did you make him mad? I told you to be careful with him!"

"It's not...it's not your father," Selina sighed. "It's Charlotte. You were close though!"

Elijah breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, that's fine; you two are friends, so why shouldn't she come and visit?"

Selina winced and shook her head at her own stupidity. "I didn't just invite her here to have tea and cookies and chat with me. I invited her here to...to..."

"I...I don't understand..." Elijah shook his head. Then it hits him. "Oh...you mean you brought her here for Remiel? Oh, no."

Selina sighed. "Well, she's Remiel's mother, and I thought...I thought...perhaps with the baby coming, they could come together like mother and daughter, if I invited her here."

Elijah sighed and took Selina in his arms. "Darling, I know you meant well, but...I really don't think you should have gotten involved in this. I don't think, and I am simply stating it as a fact, that either Charlotte, nor my father, would win parent of the year, and as vulnerable as Remiel is right now, she needs people that would...people like you."

"Yeah, sure," Selina sniffled. "I'm so good...exposing innocent people to their worst nightmares and making them miserable just to make myself feel good. I guess it was wrong for me to think it wouldn't hurt to try."

"Well, everything is not completely lost," Elijah said. "You could call her and tell her something has come up at the last minute so we have to cancel the visit."

Selina opened her mouth to reply just as the doorbell rang. "It's too late for that, I guess," she sighed. "Let's make the best of this." She made her way to the door, opening it and greeting her friend.

"Charlotte! How nice to see you!"

"Hello, Selina, dear, nice to see you, too!" Charlotte returned as she and Selina kissed both each other's cheeks. "I am so glad for an opportunity to get out of the house for a while." Then she saw Elijah. "You! Your father has been annoying me immensely for ages! Can't you do something about it?"

"I'm sorry to hear that," Elijah replied dryly. "But after several hundred years, I've learned that no one can control my father and if you have a problem, the best thing to do is stay away from him. Something I am more than happy to do."

Charlotte rolled her eyes and handed Selina her coat, which Selina quickly hung up in the closet. "Now," Charlotte continued, "I know you usually ask what people want to drink, and I don't want to go anywhere near alcohol in case it leads that fool I'm living with to get ideas, so...large espresso. That would be good, I think."

"Of course," Selina nodded, trotting after Charlotte with wide eyes. "I'll put a cup in the machine. Milk?"

"Yes, please," Charlotte nodded. "Milk would be delightful."

Just then, Ricky and Remiel entered with a basket full of eggs and the sound of their chatter and laughter brought Charlotte's head up, putting her eye to eye with her daughter. Remiel froze, the laughter gone from her eyes.

Then Charlotte turned toward Selina. "What's she doing here? If you brought me here to talk to her, it was a horrible idea. You shouldn't have."

Selina sighed. "I'm sorry. It seemed like a good idea when I made the call but now...but now I see..." She sighed and plopped the espresso down on the table. "Here's this. Best to drink it before it gets cold."

"Thank you!" Charlotte snapped. "And you obviously thought wrong about me and my daughter. I don't know what was going on in your head!"

Elijah, who had been pretending to keep busy by going through the fridge, joined Ricky and Remiel and said to his grandson, "I need help with something in the barn. Could you give me five minutes?"

"Do I have to?" Ricky asked, not able to miss the look on Remiel's face. "I really don't know if I should leave Remiel alone-"

"Go," Remiel's eyes were shut tight. "Please just go, Ricky. "If you stay, it will only make things worse."

Ricky took a deep breath. "Sure, Grandpa. What do you need help with in the barn?"

"What a nice, helpful grandson you have!" Charlotte called. "You must be so proud!"

"Well, thank you!" Elijah replied.

"She's just saying she's not that proud of me," Remiel told him. "She never says it. She only yells at me."

Charlotte scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a high maintenance child, Remiel. I shouldn't have to praise everything you do."

"A 'child' is about to have one!" Remiel cried. "As for being high maintenance, I don't think it's wrong to want to be loved by your mother! And it's no surprise I feel that way since you've never been a mother to me!"

Elijah looked down and saw Ricky's hand turning into a fist. "Come on, Ricky. Let's go."

But Ricky was more uneasy now, and more insistent on staying. "Remiel, I will stay if you want me to."

"No," Remiel sighed. "Please, Ricky. Just go. Go with your grandfather. I'll be fine."

The room lapsed into silence for a few seconds before Selina cleared her throat. "You know, I have laundry to check on. I think I'll go do that now. Excuse me!" She started to run out of the kitchen, paused, and then turned back. Elijah wouldn't let Ricky look after Remiel...so she decided she would, since she got Remiel into this mess in the first place.

She sat herself down by the stove and gave them both a look. "Please go on with your conversation. I'm not listenng, I promise."

"Well, I know you are, dear," Charlotte told her. "How could you not? And do you think that my daughter is a fool for wanting to take on the responsibility of having a family? She doesn't know anything about it! She'll probably kill the child!"

"Oh, like you would care!" Remiel shouted. "You just want me to feel horrible! And why? So I can come back to Heaven and have no life whatsoever other than doing Father's bidding?"

"It's funny, dear," Charlotte said. "You used to agree that that was the right way to go. You knew your place and were more than happy to make sure your brothers and sisters knew theirs."

"And that...that was what you liked, right? I just did want you wanted of me and you didn't have to put in any of your own effort," Remiel snapped. "No kind words of praise...no hugs...no making me feel like what I was doing actually meant something. I'm not a robot, Mother! I am a person with thoughts and feelings and I just...I just want to be loved!"

"Yes, but when you judge like you do, when in the past you've told your brothers and sisters how horrible they are, what makes you think you deserve it?" Charlotte asked.

Then Remiel locked eyes with her mother. "Love isn't about deserving," She spat. "People who are good and kind and wonderful...people like Ricky, Selina, and Elijah, have looked at me and thought I was worthy of love. They invited me into their home. They let me know what it's like to be part of a family that cares about one another."

"They turned you into a servant!" Charlotte hissed.

"They gave me a purpose!" Remiel corrected. "And I love them for it. I love them for caring about me. And I...I feel sorry for you if all you can think of to do with your life is to be mad at me for daring to want things that you'll never have! I'm sorry you and Father aren't together anymore. I'm sorry that you feel your life is garbage. We can work on that if you want. We can come up with ways to improve it. But it does not...does not give you the right to make me feel horrible about being happy." She got to her feet as Selina tried to choke back a sob, sounding a lot braver than she felt. "I want you to leave. And I want you to leave now." She couldn't hold on much longer. If she had to face her mother for more than a few more minutes, she would burst into tears and there was no way she'd let her mother see that.

"Fine," Charlotte spat, gulping down the rest of her espresso. "Fine with me. Better than seeing you here, reduced to this!" She left the cup on the table, gave Selina a curt 'Goodbye', and strode out, slamming the door behind her.

Selina finally took a deep breath and stood up. "Remiel, I'm so sorry! I didn't think it would go like that at all! I thought she could bond with you over this. Take the chance to be a mother to you and a grandmother to your child."

Remiel shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks openly now. "I know you meant no harm, but...please don't make me talk about this. Leave me alone." She then strode out of the room, leaving Selina alone and trying not to cry herself.

Ricky watched out the door of the barn until he saw Charlotte leave, then came inside with Elijah on his heels, finding his grandmother in tears.

"Grandma, what happened? Is everything all right? Where's Remiel?"

Selina took a long gulp from her tea cup and wiped her eyes. "She's in her room and horribly upset. I'm so sorry about that, Ricky. I didn't mean to cause chaos and trouble. I just...I just wanted Remiel to have a chance to be close with her mother. I hope she'll forgive me for what I've done; but I understand if she doesn't. And that's probably what will happen, seeing as how she didn't answer when I knocked on her door to apologize, or eat any of the food on the tray I left for her."

"I'll go check on her," Ricky said. "She'll probably let me in.

He strode off, and Elijah put his arms around his wife, kissing the top of her head. "Now, now. There's no need to get all worked up about this or you'll make yourself sick. Everything will work itself out in the end. I just know it."

Selina sneezed and coughed. "How can I not blame myself when it's all my fault? Who else is there to blame?"

"You believed you were doing something good," he reminded her. "There was no malice. It came from the goodness of your heart and that's nothing to be ashamed of."

"But what I did hurt Remiel," Selina reminded him. "And now she's never gonna want to be close with me ever again!"

"I don't think you give her enough credit," Elijah said. "I know she'll come around eventually. Just give her time. And based on how things went with her mother, you'll have to be her mother now. Is that a problem?"

"Of course it's not a problem!" Selina shook her head. "I mean...if she'll have me, of course. I love her like she's one of us!"

Elijah smiled and brushed a few more tears away. "Isn't she though? And I don't think she'll forget that. She just needs a little time to recover. Ricky will sort everything out and I bet everything will be just as it was before at least by tomorrow morning."

"Yeah," Selina smiled. "Okay."

"No more tears left in there?"

"No," Selina shook her head. "No more tears. I promise."

When Ricky reached Remiel's door, he knocked several times until he finally got an answer.

"Go away," Remiel whispered, thinking it was Selina yet again. "You've done enough."

"It's me, Ricky," Ricky told her. "Are you okay? Can I come in, please? Will you open the door?"

It took some time, but eventually, the door opened and Ricky came in. Remiel was in about as good of shape as he expected, sitting on the floor, sobbing her eyes out, surrounded by used tissues. A creak in the floor brought her face up to look at him, exposing the fact that her eyes and nose were red from crying.

They looked at each other for a long moment, then Ricky got down on his knees next to her and took her in his arms as she began sobbing again, throwing more tissues in the pile around her.

"Sorry," she muttered. "I'm so sorry!"

"No, you don't have to be sorry," Ricky told her as he held her tight. "It's okay to cry. Just go ahead and let it out. My shirt will dry." He began kissing her head and running his hand down her back in an attempt to soothe her.

"Mothers love children," she got out. "And since my mother doesn't love me, I'm unlovable! I'm going to be unlovable and alone forever!"

"Oh, that's just silly," Ricky grinned and took her face in his hands. "Absolute bullshit. You're very lovable, kind, and selfless. Honest, caring, and good. My grandparents are very good judges of character. So do you think they would love you as much as they do if you were a terrible, horrible person?"

"Your grandmother is the whole reason I'm sad!" Remiel reminded him. "How could she do that to me? It was horrible!"

"I know, sweetie," Ricky assured her. "You think I wouldn't know? I've been abandoned by both of my parents. I do know how you feel. But I've also been blessed with an extraordinary family that loves me very much. And they love you too. Don't hold a grudge against my grandmother; she just wanted you to have a chance to bond with your mother. She didn't do it to hurt you."

Remiel sighed and leaned against him. "Sorry. I don't mean to burden you like this. I know you're hurting too."

Ricky shook his head and smiled. "No, not anymore. I was, but now my heart is healing. I'm loved and at peace. It's...joyful. I have Grandma Selina and Grandpa Elijah; I have Aunt Kayla, and, weirdly enough...I have Kai."

"Yes," Remiel smiled as they laughed together. "That is truly weird."

"But what's most important is that I have you and you have me, and we both have our baby on the way." He put a hand on her belly and began massaging it in a circular motion.

Remiel raised her eyes up to meet his. "I know it might not seem like it now, but I'm very happy here. I wouldn't want to leave this farm and I especially wouldn't want to leave you, Ricky."

"Well, I would hope not," Ricky replied. "Because when you consider how I feel about you, I'm very hard to get rid of." He grinned and kissed her lightly for a few seconds before the kiss deepened and they pulled each other as close as they could, their fingers tangled in each other's hair and then roaming around each other's bodies for what seemed like several minutes before Ricky pulled away. "I'm...I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to take advantage of a vulnerable moment, but it's always so hard to resist touching you. Sometimes it takes everything I have in me."

"Don't apologize," Remiel begged, taking his hand and threading his fingers through hers. I want you to. And I don't want you to hold back. I want us to go all the way!"

"Really?" Ricky asked, wide-eyed as he pushed her hair behind her ears. It wasn't the first time she'd asked, of course, but he was always a little surprised to hear it come out of her mouth. "Are you sure?"

Remiel nodded, pulling her shirt out of her skirt and then slipping it off before placing his hands on her breasts. "I'm sure!"

Despite her enthusiasm, Ricky decided to start slow and careful, running his hands over her breasts and stomach, swirling his tongue around her belly button before kissing her belly. "You've never looked so beautiful as you do now, with our child inside you," he whispered.

Remiel smiled and squirmed a little. "Thank you," she whispered. "But you can try a little harder at this, you know. I appreciate why you're being gentle, but-"

She wasn't able to get any more words out because Ricky then crashed his mouth on hers for long kiss before gently sucking on her nipples and kissing her stomach. Then, he tasted her in a slow and leisurely fashion as she gasped and whispered his name, making him want her more than ever.

"I need you now," he whispered. "Can I come inside you?"

"Oh, yes, please do," Remiel nodded and took a deep breath. "I wouldn't want you to continue to suffer!"

"Just a minute." Ricky looked around, wincing at the pile of used tissues before carrying Remiel to bed, where they both undressed the rest of the way and she held his hand tight as he buried himself inside her.

"Too much?" He whispered after doing it once. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yes," Remiel nodded. "Please don't stop now!" She put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him repeatedly as he entered her again and again.

Finally, they rolled off each other and looked out Remiel's window, realizing with shock that it was beginning to get dark. "Well, Miss Remiel, looks like we've been at it all day," Ricky breathed. "You are a very tough lady!"

"What can I say?" Remiel grinned and snuggled against him. "I have stamina! I usually think about it in regards to hunting but apparently it's good for other things too!"

"I'm glad you're not angry," Ricky told her and ran his fingers through her hair. "You're not, are you?"

She sighed. "Well, no, of course not. Even though there were other things I was planning to get done today. Maybe taking a day off every once in a while is good."

"Good," Ricky smiled and kissed her lips. "Well, you're free now, if you want to do those other things. Like eating, for example."

"Oh, I don't want to be free now!" Remiel said and pulled him back as he hopped off the bed. "I want more! I'm not hungry so don't leave me to make food. Your mother makes enough to feed an army. It's not like it will just disappear!"

Ricky chuckled and came back, kissing her hair. "My gosh, what have I done to you? I've turned one of God's angels into a sex fiend!"

"Oh, I don't mind!" Remiel smiled. "In fact, I like it!"

He got in bed with her again and as she leaned against him, she asked, "Ricky, is it okay if we do it every night?"

Ricky burst out laughing. "Are you seriously asking if it's okay for me to have sex with the woman I love every single night?"

"Don't laugh," Remiel told him and pounded on his chest. "It's not funny!"

"Okay, okay, I apologize," Ricky said. "I promise that I'm not laughing anymore. It's just that sometimes you're so blunt. You don't hold back with what you say and it surprises me so much that laughing is the only thing I can do. But in answer to your question, it's more than okay that we do it every night. In fact, if it's what you want, I demand that that's how we do it!"

"All right," Remiel grinned. "If you demand it, I suppose I can't deny you, can I?"

"Well, I hope you wouldn't," Ricky returned before she straddled him and kissed him soundly, more than ready for a round two.

The next morning, Selina got up early and made breakfast, still feeling very bad about Remiel as she served it.

"What's wrong?" Elijah asked as he poured her a cup of coffee. "You can't still be upset about Remiel. Charlotte's actions are not your fault!"

"How can I not be upset?" Selina cried. "I didn't see them all night! They are obviously still mad. Anyone else see them?"

"No," Elijah shook his head.

"Me either," Kayla shook her head.

"But I still wouldn't worry," Elijah tried to reassure her. "You're putting bad ideas in your head for no reason."

"And I am so sorry that things went bad with Charlotte yesterday," Kayla said and hugged her mother. "It always sucks when you mean things to go well and they don't."

Selina sighed and shook her head. "Nope, but your father is right; it wasn't my fault and I'm gonna try not to let it bother me."

"And so what if her parents don't like her," Kai added. "My parents hated me and look how well I turned out! They were all 'Kai is a psychopath' and stuff was all for nothing!"

"You stole your cousin's magic and you probably would have killed him too," Elijah reminded him. "You were a psychopath!"

"'Were' is the operative word here and if you ever met my mother, you'd understand why," Kai reminded her. He pulled Kayla close. "But thanks to the love of a good woman, I'm a nice guy now! Can't you accept that?"

"Not going to happen, Parker," Elijah growled. "And take your hands off my daughter! Why are you still here?"

"Because I am having a nice breakfast with my family," Kai told him. He grinned at Elijah who pulled his coffee and pancakes close to his body while Kayla and Selina smiled at each other, trying not to laugh.

"You know, Miss Warren," Kai said to Selina.

"Selina," she corrected. "Please don't be afraid to call me Selina. In fact, I insist on it!"

"You know, Selina," Kai said, making his way to the weekly planner that now hung in a place of honor in the kitchen. "I think I'll make use of this thing. Put down all the days I plan to be here!"

Elijah reached out and grabbed his arm, squeezing so tight that Kai winced and moaned. "Don't even think about reaching for that pen," he hissed.

"But I..." Kai protested.

"No," Elijah said firmly. "You're not gonna put a single word on that planner."

Just then, Ricky and Remiel entered. Knowing that no one else in the house had seen them for a while, they tried to be inconspicuous. "Good morning, everyone," Remiel greeted first before sitting down.

"Hey," Ricky added.

"Good morning, Remiel," Elijah greeted without missing a beat. "There are pancakes if you want some. Or I can make you some eggs."

"Thanks," Remiel smiled. "I would love some pancakes." She looked at Selina, who was keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact. "Would you pass the pancakes, please Selina?"

Without saying a word, Selina pushed the pancake plate toward her. Remiel grabbed her wrist, holding it lightly so that Selina finally looked her in the eye, then she got up, came around the table, and hugged Selina hard as tears streamed down Selina's face.

"I hope...I want you to know that I'm not mad at you about what happened yesterday," she said. "And I love you very much. You're the best mother I could have."

"I love you too," Selina nodded. "So much. Now, would you like juice? Or to take a chance on some decaf coffee? I remember how you like it."

"That sounds good," Remiel nodded. "Thank you."

Selina kissed both her cheeks and gave her a gentle push toward Ricky so she could take a seat next to him.

When she was settled, Kai slinked next to her. "So, I heard things didn't go so well with your mom yesterday, Remiel," he said. "Sorry to hear that, but if you want something bad to happen to her, I have lots of experience in that area. You wouldn't be disappointed with my work."

"Kai!" Kayla yelled and gave him a slap on the back of the head. "Don't!"

"It was just a joke," Kai said.

"And a funny one," Remiel smiled. "Thank you, Kai. I needed that." She then noticed the pen on the table and made her way to the monthly planner. "I know I thought this was dumb before, but I have an idea about how to use it. Can I?"

"Sure," Selina told her, sticking her tongue out at Elijah just a bit. "Go ahead and write whatever you want!"

"Okay, thanks!" Remiel grinned. She took the pen and wrote in every square 'Make love with Ricky.'

"What's she writing?" Kai asked. "I can't see."

"Yeah," Kayla added. "What's she writing. Can you see?"

"Yes," Elijah smirked into his coffee cup. "Ricky is a very lucky young man!"

Selina chuckled. "Oh, come now, Elijah. Don't make them uncomfortable."

Finally, Ricky saw and blushed bright red.

"Now I understand the point of this monthly planner," Remiel grinned with satisfaction and put the lid back on the pen. "It's very useful!"

"Remiel, you didn't need to do that," Ricky muttered. "I wouldn't have forgotten. Can't that sort of business stay-"

"What?" Remiel asked. "I'm just trying to make sure no one forgets. What's wrong with that?"

"I should do it for us too," Kai told Kayla.

"You do and you're dead, Parker!" Elijah snapped.

"I think it's sweet that you don't want to forget what's important," Selina told Remiel. "And making time for your relationship is a very important thing!"

"I think so too," Remiel smiled and then turned to Ricky. "Pass the syrup, please."

As she poured it on her pancakes, Ricky kept his eyes on the table cloth, wishing he was somewhere else where he felt less embarrassed. But it wasn't over yet.

"You know, as long as we're making notes of when we're having sex, maybe I should put us on the schedule too," Elijah said. "You know, our three times a week."

Selina chuckled. "You've got to be joking! If I only gave you three times a week, you wouldn't be able to stand it, Mr. Mikaelson! You need three times a day!" She approached his chair, ran her hand up his thigh, and kissed him soundly while Ricky began to pace around the kitchen with his hands over his ears.

"I don't want to hear this!" He yelled. "La la la la! I don't want to hear this at all! Do do do, la la la!"

Everyone burst out laughing until the loud ringing of the doorbell cut into the merriment.

"I'll get it," Elijah said and stood up. "It's probably a package I'm expecting."

But when he opened the door, he saw Klaus instead. "Niklaus?" He asked. "What are you doing here? Can't you ever call first instead of just showing up uninvited?"

"Well, why don't you just pretend like I'm announcing myself right now?" Klaus asked. "No more nonsense, please. I have something very important to tell you!"

"Do I hear Klaus?" Selina called. "Don't just leave him standing out there! Let him in. Do you want breakfast, Klaus? We have plenty!"

Elijah rolled his eyes and let his brother in the house, shutting the door loudly behind him.

"Hi, Selina," Klaus told her. "I won't be able to stay very long, but if you wouldn't mind putting some leftovers in a bag or box for me to take with me, I'd be very grateful. Things are crazy at our house because Amy had our baby. Her name is Natalie!"

"Oh, how sweet!" Selina exclaimed. "I certainly will send you leftovers. You won't need to cook for ages!" She paused. "How are they doing?"

"Very well, thank you," Klaus said.

"Congratulations, brother," Elijah told him. "Now, how many children is that? Is it me or you who's winning our little contest?"

"I am immensely happy for you and Amy, but please don't continue this baby competition between you and your brother," Selina told Klaus. "It's getting ridiculous!"

"I'll try," Klaus reassured her, chuckling nervously as he tried to find a way out of all the mindless chitchat and say what was really important. "Elijah, listen to me: there's something very big I have to tell you-"

"Bigger than having a baby?" Elijah interrupted. "I don't think so! And I happen to have the perfect bottle of wine to celebrate this occasion!"

Klaus growled. "Thank you, but...that's not important now. I need you to listen! There's something very important I need to-"

But before he could finish his sentence, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Selina yelled. "Everyone else sit!" She ran to the door and opened it, nearly fainting when she saw who was on the other side: her former husband Dorian, who'd been dead for a very long time. He smiled and reached for her hand, kissing it gently. "Hello, Selina."

She let out a very loud and obnoxious giggle, then took a deep breath and put a hand over her chest. "You know, I must be hallucinating because...because you look like my ex-husband Dorian, and he's dead!" she whispered.

"It really is me, dear," Dorian told her, pushing some of his dark hair out of his eyes. "I'm sorry for just showing up like this. I know it must be a terrible shock. But I can assure you that it's really and truly me."

Selina looked deep into his eyes and, finally convinced, jumped into his arms as she tried not to cry. "You're alive!" She cried as he held her tight. "It's really you! You're alive!"

Meanwhile, at the table, Elijah was frozen and rigid. "My wife's ex arrived, didn't he?" he asked. "How? How in the word...and they better not be kissing or anything like that!"

"I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise!" Klaus reminded him. "This is not my fault!"

"Well, obviously not, but who's is it? How did it happen? Surely Selina didn't-" Elijah trailed off.

"No, I don't think so," Klaus shook his head. "Cause it's not just him. Sybil's back too. With absolutely no idea how or why."