Chapter Sixteen

Author's Note- Sorry, I haven't updated in a while. This chapter is short and sweet, but I promise that the next couple of chapters will be more interesting. Do not forget to tell me what you think and tell me what baby names that you like...the Mikaelson hybrid baby is coming soon!

Isabella

I really was pregnant, and I didn't know who was most affected by it. Shortly after Marcel told us that the witches thought that our baby was an abomination and wanted to kill it, Klaus went off on a witch hunt as he liked to call it. I shuddered at the thought.

Meanwhile, Elijah made sure that I ate a healthy breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He wanted to make sure that the baby and I got all of the nutrition we needed, but if he kept it up, I was going to get fat.

Marcel visited me every day. Sometimes, he just spent the day with me at my house while I painted pictures that were dull in comparison to Klaus's or read. Other times, he brought me to restaurants that had names I couldn't pronounce and cuisine I couldn't afford on my own dime.

They were all trying to protect and take care of me while getting to know who I was at the same time. I wanted to say that I could protect myself, but not while I was human.

I was starting to get to know all of the guys better. This whole soulmate thing seemed crazier and even crazier as I continued spending time with them. How did I deserve them?

When I wasn't hanging out with the guys, I spent time with Davina. She was really sweet and becoming a really good friend.

Sometimes I was surprised that she was so nice after what Marcel told me she had been through. He said that the witches had sacrificed three girls and planned to kill Davina too during a ceremony known as the Harvest to preserve the witches' ancestral magic. Like I needed another reason to hate the witches beside the fact that they wanted to kill my unborn child.

Even with all of the drastic changes that had taken place in my life, life had never been so good. Sometimes, I would find myself closing my eyes as I committed a moment in my life to memory.

I was almost able to forget that my sister and Bonnie was dead. I was almost able to forget about the evil, murderous witches who were out for blood. I was almost able to forget about Jeremy, Aunt Jenna, and Alaric who lived so far away. I was almost able to forget about the Salvatore brothers that had at one point done almost everything they could to protect my sister or me from whatever crazy supernatural dilemmas that we found ourselves swept into.

I would be eighteen soon, and I had lived through so much, and I was told that there was more to come if I could survive it all. I placed a gentle hand on my abdomen. I had to survive for my child.

"What are you thinking about?" Elijah asked me one morning as he fried eggs in a skillet while dressed formally in a suit. "There seems to be something on your mind."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I was thinking about people who I lost and others who drifted away."

Elijah gave me an odd look. "Is it okay if I ask you a question?" he said.

I raised my eyebrows. "If your asking that kind of question then the answer is no. I don't want to marry you, Elijah. Having your last name being 'Mikaelson' really puts a target on your back."

He smirked. "I'll change your mind on that one day. What I meant to ask you was if you are feeling a little hormonal? Should I call the doctor?"

I made a face. "That question is even worse," I said.

A couple of weeks ago, Klaus compelled a doctor named Dr. Kinsley. Dr. Kinsley was a woman in her mid-forties with gray mixed into her strawberry blond hair and bright blue eyes. Whenever she saw us to give me an ultrasound or to check out how our miracle hybrid baby was doing, she remembered everything Klaus told her about vampires, werewolves, and witches, but as soon as she was no longer in our company, she forgot everything, thanks to the compulsion. More importantly, she could never tell a soul anything about my mystical pregnancy or the supernatural world.

"Maybe, what she needs to do is have a little fun," Marcel said, showing up out of nowhere inside the Mikaelson house. I didn't even hear him knock.

He winked at me. "Hello, gorgeous," he said to me. "I knocked on the door, but nobody answered, and I decided that I could no longer go another moment without seeing you."

Marcel was very romantic and sweet. He no longer felt like a stranger.

I jumped up to my feet with a squeal and practically jumped into his arms. Whenever Marcel was around, we always had fun.

He squeezed me tight against his chest, wrapping both arms around me. "I missed you too," he said, chuckling.

When we parted, it felt too soon.

"I guess I'll give you two a moment," Elijah said, looking upset that our time together was cut short.

"Don't be like that, Elijah," I said, walking over to him before I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. My chin rested on his shoulder as I spoke. "Do you know who one of my favorite original vampires who can play the piano is?"

After spending a lot of time with them, I had learned that Elijah was really good at playing the piano. There was an old, wooden piano that was in good shape in the living room. Sometimes when I had a hard time sleeping, he played the piano drawing me into a deep sleep.

Elijah rolled his eyes and turned around, pulling me into a tight hug as he kissed the top of my head. "Be good," he told me as he placed a hand on my abdomen. "Keep yourself and this little one safe."

"I won't let anything happen to her or our child," Marcel said. My heart skipped a beat. Our child. I loved how he said that. It made me feel like I wasn't alone.

I grew even happier as Klaus entered the kitchen. Even though they didn't all get along, I loved it when we were all together. I felt truly weightless and free.

He scowled when he spotted Marcel. "Come to try to win over the mother of my child again, Marcellus?" he said, calling Marcel by his full name.

Marcel gently tickled my side, and I couldn't help but giggle. Don't judge. I'm very ticklish.

Marcel smirked. "Hear that? I think that I have won her over already."

"I can make her squeal," Klaus said, making everybody in the room freeze as we digested his words.

I had known Marcel for a couple of weeks now, and we had not slept together yet. I was really attracted to him, but I was waiting for him to make the first move. Silly as it was...I wanted to know that I was wanted…

I didn't know what to say. Should I tell Klaus to stop? I felt like that would make it worse, so I pursed my lips and kept quiet.

I knew how unfair it was for me to have three mates while they only had one, but without them, I couldn't survive.

"Real classy, Klaus," Marcel said, sarcastically. "You would think that you would have more respect for said mother of your child."

Klaus growled, and I could tell from the intensely murderous look on his face that he was two seconds away from stopping the heart of the man I loved.

"Please, don't fight," I said, softly. Luckily, they were all vampires, and they could hear my quiet plea.

Immediately, they stopped and looked over at me, concerned. "I don't like when you guys fight," I admitted. "It makes me nervous."

"We would never hurt you," Klaus said, looking like he had just been stabbed in the chest.

"I'm more worried about you guys hurting each other," I said, frowning.

"Don't worry," Marcel said with a smile. "It takes a lot to hurt a vampire."

"And it takes a lot more to hurt a hybrid," Klaus said, smirking.

"I think it would be best if we left now," Marcel said, extending his hand for me to take. I hesitated before placing my hand in his own.

"Have fun, kids," Klaus said.

Elijah squeezed my other hand that wasn't in Marcel's as we walked past. I looked into his eyes, never wanting to let go. I couldn't get enough of any of them. Whoever I wasn't with, I missed them all the time, but I tried to cheer up, knowing that I would have fun with Marcel.

Marcel took me to his big, black SUV and held the passenger side door open for me. "What a gentleman," I said to him, smiling.

"I know how to treat a woman right," he said.

"Where are we going?" I asked once he started driving.

"Well, it's up to you," Marcel said. "But ever since Davina met you for the first time, she has been begging to see you again."

"That sounds like a good idea," I said. It would be nice to have a friend who was just a friend.

"Okay, then it's settled," he said.

Davina greeted us in the courtyard. She was wearing a beautiful summer dress with a floral print on it and beige sandals.

"Isabella!" she exclaimed, excitedly. "It's so nice to see you. I don't get that much company that often."

"Don't act like that, D," Marcel said to her. "You know that you have friends."

"Not many, but that's okay," she said, smiling. "Not everybody can handle a crazy and super powerful witch."

I wish that I could be as confident as Davina one day.

After that, Davina and I decided to have a stay at home spa day. At first, she wanted it to be a girls day, but Marcel refused to leave my side, so eventually, she gave up.

He hung out with us, and we all talked as Davina and I did our nails and had facials. As much as I loved spending time with Davina and Marcel, I wanted some alone time with Marcel.

I had not gotten to know him in all of the ways possible, and hopefully, a little baby bump wouldn't hold him back if you know what I mean. Since the baby was a hybrid, it was growing faster than normal in my womb, so even though I was a few weeks pregnant, I looked more like four months pregnant. Big momma and all that.

Since I had gotten pregnant, I was also very horny, even more so than before.

"Marcel, could I take a nap?" I asked after Davina and I had lunch.

Marcel blinked. "Sure, okay," he said. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Just a little tired," I said, looking at Davina. "You won't mind, right?"

"No, of course not," Davina said, shaking her head. "Momma needs her rest."

Marcel took me to a bedroom upstairs and down the hallway. This bedroom was large with light brown walls and a huge king sized bed with a comfy looking white comforter on it.

"This is my room," he said. "Is there anything else you need before I let you sleep?"

Now, I was feeling nervous. What if he didn't want me the same way that I wanted him?

"No, actually stay," I whispered. "And shut the door."

Marcel shut the door, looking confused. "Are you okay?" he asked, taking a few steps in my direction.

Couldn't he smell my arousal? These pregnancy hormones were making me crazy with lust. I needed to claim my last soulmate, Marcel Gerard.

I took a deep breath, ignoring his question. It was now or never.

I walked up to him and gently grabbed his waist. "I want you," I said, looking up at him as I tried to do my best seductive gaze. I probably looked like an idiot.

Then I began to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Through his black boxers, I could see him growing hard.

"Oh, Isabella," Marcel said sounding like he had reached pure ecstasy. "Isabella, wait...it shouldn't be like this...let me…"

"Relax, Marcel," I said as I began to stroke the length of him. "Let me get to know you better."

I took him in my mouth until he came. He returned the favor, and then he gently began to press himself inside of me. At first, he took it slow, but after I clawed his back and begged for more, he picked up the tempo. I was screaming by the time I orgasmed, and I almost didn't notice the way his cock jerked inside of me as he found his release too.

I smiled as we snuggled close afterward. It was funny how sex could make you feel more confident and beautiful, and I felt even more connected to Marcel than I did before.