Hey guys, I know I suck. I thought I was going to get back into the swing of things when I last updated, but things in my life just got messier. But I dropped a toxic friend the other day so my life got a bit brighter!
I think it'll be safe to say I will update very irregularly as I barely have time to do anything anymore. I sometimes don't even have time to watch the three shows I watch lol. I hope I'll have time on weekends in the future, but I spend most of my weekends hanging with my mom because we recently lost our dog so things have been depressing and lonely around the house so it's nice just to keep her company when we're both home.
For all you Americans, how was your Thanksgiving? Enjoying the holiday season? I made pumpkin and apple pie this year (for the first time) and I am amazing (and healthy and vegan but it doesn't matter because they were delicious! AND all of my judgmental family loved them too!)
Anyway... Have you guys been watching TVD/TO? I finally caught up! I won't spoil too much but: I'm liking Valerie and the idea of Stalerie and not just because I despise Steroline, Plague and co. really could have come up with a better storyline to intertwine Candice's pregnancy, YAS BONNIE FINALLY GETS A BAD BOY, I don't trust Aurora or Tristan but I love Lucien, Davina Claire is my baby who needs to be protected at all costs, AND I WANT KOL BACK. That is basically how I feel about the two shows, now let's move on.
I honestly thought this chapter had already been posted but then when I finally sat down to write I realized I hadn't even finished it and was like "oops." So here we go!
Disclaimer: I don't own TVD or TO
Katherine walked through the doors of the lake house. She turned the corner down the hallway until she stopped right outside the bathroom door. She felt weird that she was standing there waiting for her sister-in-law to come out of the bathroom... Especially since she could hear a human being moving around in there. She realized she may come off a bit stalkerish, so she stepped back to give the moody blonde a chance to get out of the door way.
Katherine didn't even know what she'd say to Rebekah. What should she say? What could she say?
Hey, nice shoes you got in Paris! By the way, I think you're pregnant.
For all Katherine knows, she could be wrong. Maybe Rebekah wasn't even pregnant.
Morning sickness, nausea, increased food craving, decreased appetite, and the urgent need to pee? Definitely something fishy...
Katherine shook her head. Maybe she shouldn't have even been the one to volunteer to talk to the eldest Mikaelson sister. After all, Kat and Bex hate each other. Sage wouldn't have been better, but Bonnie might have been the superior choice. Out of all of her brothers' lovers, Bonnie was the one Rebekah liked the best (although Caroline and Rebekah have gotten surprisingly close).
She heard the toilet flush, the faucet run. The lock clicked, the knob turned. Katherine was then face to face with Rebekah.
"Oh, hey, Katherine," Rebekah said, surprised.
"I have to use the bathroom," Katherine lied.
The blonde stepped aside. "It's all yours," she motioned towards the bathroom.
Katherine nodded, but before she could step through the doorway, she slowly turned around. "Actually... That's a lie..."
Rebekah was already halfway down the hallway, but she turned back around. Raising her eyebrow, she asked, "What?"
"I need to talk to you," Katherine admitted. Rebekah shrugged, motioning for the brunette to continue speaking. "Are you okay? Matt said you've been sick, and your appetite changed drastically at dinner."
Rebekah put her hand on her heart. "Aw, Kat, are you worried about me?" She rolled her eyes.
Katherine scoffed. "What? No way. I just..." Rebekah raised her eyebrows again. "Okay, yes. I am worried about you. Despite you being an insufferable little brat most of the time, no all of the time, I do care about you. In a way. Not really. But you get what I mean."
Instead of retorting to Katherine's reveal, Rebekah just nodded. They both care about Elijah, and since Elijah loves the two of them, their hate relationship turned into a love/hate. "Truth be told? Ditto."
"Well, anyway... You know you can always talk to me if you need someone to talk to."
"About what?" The blonde scrunched her eyebrows together.
Before Katherine could explain her hypothesis, Sage and Bonnie stormed in the house. Pots, pans, and plates clanged in perfect harmony as the two women dropped them in the sink. The two women then ran into the hallway with sneaky smiles on their faces.
Katherine shot them a look to get lost, but they continued towards the other two girls anyway.
"What are you three doing here?" Rebekah asked, suddenly scared of the upcoming confrontation.
"Does she suspect anything?" Bonnie whispered to Katherine. Kat just shook her head.
"Oh dear," Sage said dramatically.
"This is freaking me out. Can I just go back outside?" Rebekah tried to push her way down the hallway. She rolled her eyes, if there was a convention, shouldn't Caroline be leading it?
But then she realized what Sage, Bonnie, and Katherine all had in common.
They were mothers.
Nausea. Food cravings. Appetite decrease. Need to pee. Increased sex drive. Bloating.
Her eyes widened as she remembered she was ten days late for her period.
Her hand flew to her stomach. Was it possible to just feel your stomach and instantly know something alive was moving around inside of you? As if some magical current was pulling your two life forces together?
Rebekah slowly turned around to face the three other girls. She shook her head frantically. "No. I can't be..." Her voice lowered into a whisper. "Pregnant." She paused. "Oh, God. I could be."
"We were just suspecting.." Bonnie began rambling. "We're not saying that you are-"
"I'm late," Rebekah interrupted.
"Oh my god," a smile spread across Bonnie's face. "That's so exciting! Aren't you excited?"
Sage elbowed Bonnie in the ribs. "We don't know anything for sure," the redhead hissed.
"Should one of us go get a test?" Katherine asked.
"I'll go," Bonnie said. "I'll say we don't have dish soap and we can't wash the dishes." When the other three gave her strange looks she explained, "How else will we explain what took us so long to wash the dishes?"
"Good point," they all agreed.
"Should someone tell Caroline? I hate leaving her out," Bonnie said.
"No!" Rebekah almost shouted. "That girl cannot keep a secret. She'll blab to Matt or even my brothers before you can even make it to the car."
Bonnie sighed. "Fine. I'll go after s'mores. Emma and Kol will kill me if I miss out on the most delicious part of camping." The other three girls laughed before the group of four made their way back to the campfire.
...
After the campfire, everyone returned to their rooms to crash. Rebekah sat on her bed, flipping through the pages of an outdated magazine. Matt was beside her, trying to read a book about business management but his eyes kept slooping shut. It was a really long flight, and an even longer day.
Rebekah took this moment of him being distracted to study him. His dirty blond hair still wet from the shower, curling in weird places from not being combed yet. His wide forehead crinkled as he scrunched his eyes in attempt to stay awake. His baby blue eyes, a beautiful and innocent trademark of his, focused so heavily on the words that they seemed to be going through them. The arch of his nose, and the lines of his lips. The scar above his lip, at the corner. She loved to study his face when they kissed, but they were always preoccupied she never got to stare for too long. She thought she had everything about him memorized, from his face to his body to his soul, but she still found herself learning something new every day. She loved that about their relationship. They tell each everything, but a new habit can show up at any moment or one of them remembers a funny story from their childhood or a fun fact they forgot existed and it's like the beginning of their relationship all over again, with a new and exciting and exhilarating event each time they saw each other.
"You're staring," he whispered groggily.
"At least you're not sleeping. Now, that's creepy," she joked.
He let out a tired chuckle. "Why aren't you tired? You're sick."
"Who says I'm sick?" She asked, feigning innocence.
"I do. You've been acting sick for days now. I'm worried about you."
"He says as he dips farther into dreamland," she hummed.
"Oh shushhhh," he draws out the last syllabul as sleep overrules him, dragging him into the land of unconsciousness.
He looks so cute when he sleeps, Rebekah thought dreamily. (Don't look at her. She's allowed to still be in the honeymoon phase. After all, they are still on their honeymoon).
And yes, Rebekah is tired, but she's too anxious waiting for Bonnie to come back from the drug store with the pregnancy test to even think about sleeping.
She wondered, that is if she really was pregnant, what kind of parents they would be? Would they have a little boy or a little girl? What would they name their child?
They should have a little Henrik or a little Victoria, she decided. In honor of her brother or his sister.
At least they were good siblings. Who knows if they'd be good parents? Neither of them really had any parents. All they had were their siblings. They're good at that. Acting like a brother or a sister for their friends. Could they pull off being somebody's mum and dad?
Rebekah thought of Matt playing tea party with Emma, chasing Christian around the football field, reading Tate a bedtime story, and she thought yes. She imagined Matt holding their child for the first time and grinning from ear to ear like he had on their wedding day. She imagined him taking their daughter to the father-daughter dance, and teaching their son how to play football. He'd show their kids how to stick up for themselves, and each other. If their daughter wanted to play baseball or if their son wanted to play with barbies, she could picture him running to the toy store and buying her knee pads and him a dollhouse. If their daughter wanted to be a musician, he'd buy her a guitar, a cello, a piano, a drumset, whatever she wanted. If their son wanted to be an artist, he'd buy him his first paint set. She could imagine family dinners and holiday parties, and their child playing with their obnoxious, yet adorable, little cousins.
She always wanted a baby, she didn't understand why at first the thought of being someone's mother scared her. Thinking of how well they've put their life together made her believe anything was possible. Sure, they haven't talked about kids so soon after the wedding, but she knew it was in their future. Why not now?
She imagined herself rocking her child to sleep and reading them a bedtime story. One with evil princes and dancing fairies and heroic maidens. She would teach her daughter to stand up for herself and not let anybody take advantage of her. Tell her that nothing was ever her fault, and that she had a right to say no. She would teach her son to not only respect women, but everybody around him.
Their child would have blonde hair and blue eyes like the two of them, an exact clone of the two of them put together. Their child would be shy and reserved like Matt, or loud and fierce like Rebekah. Or maybe a combination of both: chaotic and wild, but still always willing to do the right thing and help everyone. Chaotic and wild with no reason to hurt anyone, just have fun.
She could see it now. She didn't know why she just conjured up scenarios of a child that may or may not be growing in her stomach. That would make it hurt a lot more if the test turned out to be negative. She rested her hands on her stomach. She knew something was moving in there. She could feel it.
...
Rebekah woke from her trance when someone knocked on her door. She sat up on the bed as the door creaked open slightly and Bonnie's head peeped in. She noticed Matt asleep, so she motioned for Rebekah to meet her in the bathroom. The blonde quickly nodded and got up, throwing on her bathrobe, and sneaking out the door.
Rebekah met Bonnie in the bathroom and closed the door tightly behind her.
"You got it," she said, staring at the drug store bag. Her eyes stared eagerly at the bag, as if she was being delivered a baby and not a little stick that will tell her whether she's having a baby or not.
Bonnie pulled the test out of the bag and nodded. "People are still so judgemental at the the counter."
"Sorry.." Rebekah said sheepishly. "I should have gone to get my own stupid test."
Bonnie shook her head. "No, it's fine. I'm happy to do it." She shot the younger girl a smile. "After all, I like to think of us friends."
"Bonnie, you're my brother's girlfriend. You're family."
Bonnie's grin grew wider. "So, I guess I'll leave you to it? Unless you want moral support?"
Rebekah thought about how Matt was sleeping in their bedroom, completely unaware that she was even considering the thought of her being pregnant. She wanted to share this moment with him.
The blonde blinked, her eyes glancing at the door and then slowly moving towards her friend. "No, I think I got this. Thanks." Bonnie nodded, giving the blonde a quick smile and a squeeze of her hand for encouragement, and then she slipped out the door towards her own room.
Rebekah took a deep breath and then turned the knob, entering the room she shared with her newly wedded husband. Matt was sound asleep on the bed, his quiet snores were the only source of sound in the room. While Rebekah used to loathe her brothers when they kept her up at night with their snoring, she finds Matt's snores adorable and endearing. She loves listening to his snores because it lets her know that he's still breathing and that everything is all right.
"Matt," she whispered as she crawled onto her side of the bed. "Matt!"
He made an incoherent mumble and waved his hand as if shoving away her voice.
"Matt..." She slowly shook him.
He turned over to face her and opened one eye. "Yes...?" He asked groggily.
"I have something important to discuss with you," she admitted.
"I'm tired, can't this wait?"
Rebekah glanced at the floor before looking into her husband's tired, blue eyes. She shook her head. She felt tears well up in her eyes and she didn't know why. Yes, this would be hard, but she thought she realized she would be happy about having a baby. She thought she would be all escastic and excited. Now, she realizes she's scared. Her and Matt never talked about children this early. All of the doubts she pushed away earlier came flooding back: what if they're not good parents? What if they can't do this?
Matt instantly sat up after seeing his wife's tears. He lifted his thumb to wipe the tears away. "Beks.. What's wrong?"
"I think I'm pregnant."
Matt's hand froze on her face. His whole body froze.
"Rebekah, I am so tired and cranky, this better not be a joke.."
"Its not, I swear. I have all of the symptoms. Bonnie went out and got me a test, but I didn't want to take it without telling you first."
His thumb then returned to making circular motions on her cheek. "I love you," he grinned, leaning forward to kiss her.
"Wh-what?" She stuttered. "We don't even know if I'm pregnant."
"It doesn't matter," he shook his head. "If you are, then I'm so happy. I love you so much, and I will love our child until the end of the earth, even after that. But if you aren't, then that's fine. We have our whole future ahead of us to have a kid. I love you, Rebekah Donovan. I've wanted a family with you since the moment I met you. I've seen how you are with kids, you will make a fantastic mother. I want a family with you, and if you are pregnant now, although it wasn't in our immediate plans, I could not be happier."
Tears continued to fall from Rebekah's blue irises, but these were tears of joy and relief, not fear or sadness.
"I love you so much." She smiled through her tears as she cupped his face and kissed him.
...
"How many minutes does it take?" Matt asked after Rebekah exited the bathroom. She had just taken the test, and now she entered the bedroom to await the results with Matt.
Rebekah glanced at the directions on the back of the box. "Three minutes," she answered.
"Those will be the longest three minutes of my life," Matt said.
"How do you think I feel? I'll be the one carrying the baby!" Rebekah slapped his shoulder with the box.
Matt held his hands up in defense as Rebekah sat down beside him at the edge of their bed.
Matt noticed Rebekah suddenly got quiet.
"Are you okay?" Matt rubbed soothing circles on his wife's back.
She nodded. "I'm so happy, I really am, but a part of me is still scared..." she admitted.
Matt nodded in agreement. "I am, too. This is a big responsibility. But I know we can do this. This baby will be the best part of you and me."
Rebekah smiled. "You're amazing, you know that?"
"I've been told," he joked.
"How did I get so lucky?"
"Nah, I'm the lucky one-"
"Okay, ew, we're turning into one of those cheesy couples. Stop this right now."
Matt broke out laughing. He then placed a comforting kiss on Rebekah's forehead.
"Has it been three minutes yet?" he whispered.
"I think so.." She stood up and entered the bathroom, Matt following behind her. They reached the sink, where Rebekah had placed the test. She picked it up as she held her breath. She couldn't close her eyes and wait, she needed to know. She stared at the test until her vision focused on the two pink lines.
Two lines.
"Two lines."
"Two lines? Does that mean you're pregnant?" Matt asked.
Rebekah took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant," she confirmed.
Matt broke out into a huge smile. Rebekah dropped the test in the trash and smiled. They looked at each other for a quick moment before Matt ran to her, picked her up, and spun her around. Rebekah giggled uncontrollably until he set her back down.
Matt kissed her nose before leaning down to her stomach. Rebekah eyed her stomach in the mirror: flat and tiny, but still held another human being. Matt lifted her shirt so he could place a kiss above her belly button.
"Hi baby Donovan, it's your dad. Your mom and I love you so much and cannot wait for you to get here."
...
"Mommy... Mommy..." Emma whispered as she crawled into the bed that Bonnie and Kol were sound asleep in. "Kol..." she poked the brunette's shoulder.
Kol groaned and turned onto his other side.
Bonnie was slowly regaining consciousness. She opened her eyes and was greeted by her daughter sitting above her smiling down at her.
"Emma?" Bonnie asked. "What's wrong, honey?" Bonnie sat up and tucked a piece of her daughter's hair behind her ear.
"I'm fine, I was just lonely," Emma said.
"It's one in the morning, Em," Kol said as he sat up. "Are you sure you didn't have a bad dream or something?"
Emma pretended to think about it. "Okay, fine. I dreamt that a scary monster came to eat the two of you. I was just checking to make sure you guys were alive."
Kol chuckled. "How can she make something so traumatizing so adorable?"
Bonnie shrugged and gathered Emma in her arms. She kissed her daughter's hair. "No monsters will ever come to eat me or Kol. There are only good monster who would invite us over for dinner. There is nothing to be afraid of, I promise."
"I hope so," Emma whispered. "I just can't fall back asleep..."
"Who says you need to sleep?" Kol smirked.
"I do," Bonnie glared at her boyfriend in the dark. "She's five, she needs her sleep. Dear, I need my sleep."
"I say we play a game to help us fall back asleep," the youngest Mikaelson brother suggested.
"Can I play?" Emma perked up.
"Why, of course," Kol tickled the little girl, making her giggle and shove his hands away. "But that means you'll have to sleep with us..."
"I don't mind!" Emma exclaimed. Her excitement dwindled as her mouth widened in a yawn. "I'm tired..."
"I guess we have to play that game, now," Bonnie smiled as she helped the five-year old settle under the covers between the two adults. "Kol, how do we play?"
"First thing is to name five things you can see, feel, and hear, then four, then three, and so on-"
"I want to go first!" Emma announced. "I see darkness, but I know that if there was light I would see two of my favorite people. I would also see the windows and the walls and the suitcases and the door... What's the next thing?"
"What you can touch," Kol answered.
"I can feel the bed sheets, the pillow, my pa.. my paj..." Emma's voice faltered as sleep overcame her.
After a few moments of silence, Bonnie whispered, "Is she asleep?"
Kol waited a moment before answering, "I think so."
"Good. Now I'm tired-"
"Wait, darling, you haven't done your turn yet."
Bonnie rolled her eyes although she knew that he could not see it. "Fine... Five things I can hear... I hear the heater, the wind outside, some sort of beeping... Uh, I can hear Emma breathing, which is one of my favorite sounds if I'm being honest. It makes all my worries fade away when I hear her and you breathing in your sleep. I know that everything is alright."
No response.
"Kol?"
A light snore was the only sound that came from him. Bonnie sighed. "Idiot," she rolled her eyes, but with a smile on her face.
She closed her dark green eyes and fell asleep to the sound of her daughter's and boyfriend's breathing.
...
The next morning, Elijah poured himself some freshly brewed coffee. He sat beside Klaus at the kitchen table, who was sketching a secret portrait.
"Morning, brother," Elijah greeted his younger brother. "What are you drawing?"
"No, thanks, I already ate." Klaus didn't even hear the words that came out of his older brother's mouth.
Elijah chuckled and took a sip of his coffee. "I hear there's going to be a huge storm tonight-"
"Oh, that's lovely."
"Niklaus... Are you alright?"
"Yeah, of course, why do you ask?" Klaus finally tore his eyes away from his sketchbook.
"Wow, you finally answer the question I asked."
"What do you mean?" The blonde raised an eyebrow.
Before Elijah could answer, Caroline entered the kitchen with a bright smile on her face. "Good morning my wonderful family!"
"Why are you so happy, love?" Klaus smiled at his fiancé.
"Isn't she like this everyday?" Katherine groaned as she followed the blonde into the kitchen.
"What's wrong with your rocker?" Caroline asked.
"One, I miss my babies; and two, my manager is probably screwing over my job."
"Why?" Caroline asked.
"The bitch wants to go a different direction. She thinks we should sign a contact with People Magazine or some overused company."
"Won't change be a good thing?" Elijah asked his wife.
"This isn't what I want to do. It's my clothing line. I think we should go forth with creating our own magazine, but my manager thinks it's a waste of time and money. But to help with the money problem, I feel like we should create more clothing lines besides the typical women and young girls. I want to add a maternity line, a toddler's line, and even a men's line. But she doesn't think it's worth it."
"That's dumb. It's your line," Caroline agreed.
"And she never lets me be involved with the business aspect of the sales! She thinks I'm stupid, I swear."
"That's not right. You're one of the smartest women I've ever had the pleasure to know. You're not just a pretty face with a good fashion sense," Elijah added.
"I knew there was a reason I married you," Katherine grinned.
"So what are you gonna do about the bitch?" Klaus asked as he shaded his sketch.
"Fire her," Caroline suggested.
"I wish," Katherine said.
"Become your own manager. Your company is super successful and you have some brilliant ideas, you can totally make it on your own."
"But I don't have the time now, that's the thing. I'm a mother!"
"If anyone can make it work, you can," Elijah leaned across the table to squeeze Katherine's hand.
"I also want to open a store in Mystic Falls. We have stores in other big shot towns and I just manage the designs from home while my manager does everything from New York, but I can't do this anymore. I want to own a store. I want to expand it so it doesn't just sell clothes and accessories. I want to expand the audience of who shops there. I don't know, I just want to do so many things with this company but she won't even listen to me."
"Kill her," Klaus joked.
"I would if that wouldn't be considered murder," Katherine answered.
"Since when do you care?" Klaus raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I remember you screaming bloody murder on Elena back when you met her," Caroline added.
"You hated me, I'm sure if looks could kill, I would have been dead a long time ago," Klaus agreed.
"Ditto. We hated each other," Katherine said.
"We still do," Klaus nodded.
"Shut up."
"Go die in a hole."
"Please," Elijah warned two of his favorite people. "Is this what we'll have to deal with every morning for the rest of this vacation?"
Klaus and Katherine looked at each other before looking at Elijah and in union say, "Yes."
Elijah sighed. Before he could respond, Emma and Tate came running in.
"Look outside!" Emma squealed.
"It's snowing!" Tate exclaimed.
"It looks like it's gonna come down pretty harsh," Finn said as he entered the kitchen.
"We need to go play outside!" Tate jumped up and down excitedly.
"No, a storm is coming.." Elijah said as he observed how fast and hard the snow was falling from the sky.
"Yikes," Freya said as she looked out the window when she joined her family in the kitchen.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry." Caroline stood up. "We're supposed to be camping, and then a snow storm comes rolling in."
Freya laughed and shook her head. "Nah, it's fine. Being snowed in is actually quite fun. I'm sure we can find some fun activities."
"Good morning wonderful family!" Rebekah grinned as she and Matt walked into the kitchen.
"What are you guys so happy about?" Elijah smiled at his happy sister.
"It's just a beautiful morning," Matt answered.
"Guys!" Bonnie screamed as she ran into the room followed by Kol. Sage and Hope had seen Bonnie run through the house and decided to follow the commotion. Now everyone was standing in the kitchen awaiting the news. "The weather report says that the storm is picking up real fast. Miles from here people have been trapped inside their houses, the wind has even knocked over cars and buildings. It's wicked bad. We need to take cover."
"What does that mean?" Freya asked.
"We won't be just snowed in... This will cut electricity, heat, everything," Elijah explained.
"Do we have enough non-perishable foods?" Sage asked.
Caroline and Bonnie started rummaging through the cabinets.
"I think so," Bonnie stated. "This lock in shouldn't be for more than twenty-four hours, but it's best to be safe."
"Where exactly are we going?" Rebekah asked.
"There's a basement we'll be safe in," Matt said.
"We don't even know if it's going to hit us!" Katherine exclaimed.
"Better safe than sorry," Finn shrugged.
"Everyone go get your stuff and retreat to the basement," Bonnie ordered.
"Can I bring some games to keep us entertained?" Hope asked.
"Of course, sweetie," Caroline smiled at the young girl.
"What's happening?" Tate asked, fear clearly showing in his face.
"Nothing drastic," Sage assured her son. "We are going on an adventure."
"An adventure?" The young boy asked skeptically.
"Yes. You know how in those games you like, the good guys hide out so they can prepare for battle with the bad guys?" Kol asked his nephew. Tate nodded. "Well, we are just hiding out for a little while, but we can still do epic things like sword fighting and prepare for battle."
"Really?!" Tate cheered.
"Really?" Finn glared at his youngest brother.
"What? You gotta spice things up for the little ones," Kol shrugged.
"Well, I'm telling him to stab you first," Sage muttered.
Kol rolled his eyes.
Within five minutes, everyone had gathered their stuff to the basement. Within that short time span, the snow picked up tremendously and the lake they swam in just yesterday had frozen over. They could hear the wind slamming against the walls of the house, howling like a wolf in the night. Despite being inside with the warm heat, they could feel the bitter cold pinch their skins and they could taste the ice on their breaths.
"How the hell does this happen?" Katherine groaned as she plopped down on the couch. "It was a nice day yesterday, this weather is so fucking bipolar."
"Language," Klaus teased.
The Bulgarian princess rolled her eyes. "Alaric won't answer my calls. I hope my babies are alright."
"And Jenna and Alaric," Elijah reminded his wife.
"Oh, them, too," Katherine agreed. "But the twins more."
Elijah shook his head, laughing lightly.
"Well," Kol gathered the attention of his family. "What shall we do n-"
Boom.
An explosion went off.
Screams and cries of shock sounded through the basement.
Flicker. Boom. Click.
The room went dark.
Oh no! Their evacuation (I can't think of another word, sorry my brain is dead) took a dangerous turn! Will everyone be okay? Why did the weather change so suddenly and drastically? How long will they be in the basement?
What family chaos will arise while they're stuck there? Will Rebekah and Matt reveal their news? Why was Klaus so distracted with his drawing? What is he drawing? What will happen with Katherine's company?
Okay, next chapter will be the last chapter of this little vacation! I'm sorry I took so long to update. I seriously thought this chapter was already up but oops. I don't even know when I will next be able to update, but I hope soon. I've just been so busy, but I need to spend some time writing, not just this story but my other private stories that are possible ideas for future books. It's funny: I have all these books planned and outlined in my head, but I just don't have the time to sit down and write them.
So what do you guys think about the Mabekah baby? Are you excited? I miss Mabekah... I miss Rebekah in general lol.
Anyway... Please review! Until next time :)