Andrew was the first to discover Charlotte was alive. He came in to greet Thomas in the morning and saw two lumps in the bed and not just one.

"Care to introduce me to your friend?" He asked. "And if you're in an embarrassing position, don't worry. I won't scold you."

"Actually," Charlotte replied as she pushed the blankets aside and sat up, "we've already met, Andrew. Good morning!"

"I had to let her stay in my bed," Thomas told him quickly as he came toward his father, covered in the sheet. "She came last night and didn't have anywhere else to sleep."

"I'm alive now," Charlotte explained further. "I met a nice warlock boy and he and a large black man worked together to bring me back to life, so here I am."

"Just believe her," Thomas suggested as his father's jaw dropped. "Otherwise she'll smack her head into the door to prove it. It's what she did last night."

That had been several days ago and now Amelia and Andrew were getting used to seeing Charlotte in her new state. She was staying with them of course, so every morning they came down to breakfast, there she was, making grouchy faces at her cereal as she mashed it up with her spoon.

"I think the two of you should consider getting a chef," she said one morning. "I can't handle that nonsense from a box! It tastes terrible!"

"We have a chef once a month when Amelia asks me to dress up nicely so we can eat at the table like civilized people," Andrew informed her. "Otherwise, we pretty much fend for ourselves."

"Oh, what a shame," Charlotte sighed and went to throw what was left of her cereal in the sink. "I guess I'll just have to have coffee then. At least that's much better than it was in the past."

"All right," Amelia nodded. "Go ahead. But you can't survive on coffee all the time. Since you're alive now, you have to eat at some point."

"And I will," Charlotte assured her. "Just not here. Maybe my sons have better things at their houses. And like you're always telling me, I should probably break the news to them about my return."

"Good!" Amelia smiled. "You go ahead and do that."

Charlotte had her coffee and finished it just as Thomas came into the kitchen and stuck some frozen waffles in the toaster.

"Good morning," she greeted him.

"Good morning," he returned. "You're just having coffee today? Now that you're alive, you have to eat, you know."

"That's what I told her, but she thinks that what we have to eat around here isn't good enough," Amelia told him. "She would much rather go out."

"Well, if you eat something now, I suppose we could make time for it later," Thomas promised. "What time would you like to go out?"

"I have to go see my sons today and that will no doubt be difficult, so to reward myself for getting through it, I think we should go after," Charlotte decided. "Maybe sometime around seven or eight?"

"All right," Thomas nodded. "Sounds good to me."

"And since you'll be paying, you can pick the restaurant," Charlotte finished. "That doesn't bother me at all."

"Will do," Thomas nodded. "But don't worry, I'll pick somewhere that requires me to wear a suit and doesn't have a drive through. I'll not subject you to that. At least not yet, anyway." He gave her a kiss and a hug, holding onto her for a long time just because he could, and then told her he had to go shower. Once he was gone, Charlotte asked Amelia, "What's a drive-through? Is it something terrible?"

"It took me some time to get used to them too," Amelia said. "What it is is a restaurant where you say what you want to a person at a window, and then you drive a little further along and they give it to you at another window. You don't even have to get out of the car! It's incredibly convenient, and while the food takes some getting used to when you've never had it before, I can say that I'm a big fan of hamburgers now."

"And don't forget the chicken nuggets," Andrew added. "You get the twenty-piece box and then you don't even share with me."

"Well, if I buy them, why should I share?" Amelia asked. "It's not my fault you never get your own chicken nuggets."

"I thought you got that many so we could share, but apparently, I was wrong," Andrew sighed. "I read your message loud and clear. I'll get my own chicken nuggets next time."

"Good," Amelia smiled. "Nice to see I finally got the message across."

"I think I'll go see the boys now," Charlotte told them. "I bet you'd like to have the house to yourself for a bit."

"Well, good luck!" Amelia told her. "I hope it goes well."

"It probably won't, but the important thing is getting it out of the way," Charlotte replied. "I just get it over with and that'll be one weight off my shoulders." She then headed out of the house and realized with a groan that since she was alive now she couldn't just poof over to Damon's. She would have to be driven there because she didn't know how to drive herself.

"Amelia, would you mind driving me over to my son's house?" She asked her friend. "Please?"

"Sure," Amelia smiled. "No problem. Let's go."

"Mother, why did you knock on the door?" Damon asked when he opened it and found Charlotte and Amelia standing on the other side. "You know you can just pop in, right? Stefan, Lucy, and I are used to that now."

"I literally can't pop in anymore," Charlotte told him. "Don't be shocked, but…I'm alive now. I had a friend in the magical government bring me back."

Damon stared at her for a few seconds and then he burst out laughing. "That's a good joke, Mother. A really good joke."

"She's not joking," Amelia told him. "She means it."

Damon nodded. "Of course she does." He began to pace. "And let's think about why you came back: to spend time with your sons? Your grandson? Of course not! It was so you could forget all about us and spend time with that boy!"

"Oh, Damon, don't be childish," Charlotte scoffed. "You're grown up. You don't need me. At least not as much as you'd like me to think you do. I won't forget about you."

"Well, I'm sorry if I have a tough time believing you," Damon told her. He stomped off to his room after grabbing a bottle of whiskey and when Lucy found out, she went to ask Charlotte what was going on."

"I convinced someone to bring me back to life so I could be with Thomas and that's upset Damon," Charlotte told her. "But I don't understand why. He's a grown man. He doesn't need me. I think he's just trying to make me feel guilty so I give up what makes me happy."

"I know it seems that way, but I believe that's not an exactly fair way of looking at it," Lucy told her. "I know that Damon and his father didn't have the best relationship, but he probably is still feeling hurt that you want to move on from Giuseppe. He feels that by taking up with Thomas, you're rejecting Giuseppe's memory, and in turn rejecting Damon himself, and that's not just a something you can dismiss, especially if you know that's not what you intend to do in the first place. It's not that he necessarily needs you to mother him like he did when he was a boy. He just needs to know that you won't forget him because Thomas gives you much happier memories, and Damon's the son of the man who gave you bad ones."

"I never thought of it that way," Charlotte said. She looked at Amelia. "Would you have guessed Damon felt that way?"

"Not really," Amelia shook her head. "He does a very good job of hiding it."

They sat in silence for a moment and then Charlotte said, "You know, I was supposed to go out to dinner with Thomas tonight, but Lucy, do you think you and Damon would be free to go with me instead? And maybe bring Sam too if he doesn't have to perform at Roxie's?"

"Sure," Lucy nodded. "I don't think we have anything to do tonight." She got up and went to find Damon to ask him.

"Mother wants to go out to dinner with me and not her boyfriend?" Damon asked. "Really?"

"Really," Lucy kissed him. "So…would you like to go?"

"Yes, I would," Damon nodded. "You already accepted the invitation, didn't you?"

"Yes," Lucy smiled and kissed his brow. "I didn't think you'd object. Now would you get up and shower or something? You look a mess."

"Yes," Damon nodded and handed her the wine bottle and then undressed right in front of her, before making his way naked to the bathroom door. "For you, I will."

"Good," Lucy nodded. "Thank you."

"So do you think I should just get it over with and tell my mother what's going on with me?" Selina asked Elijah after waking up from a nap and asking Elijah for some juice. "It's kind of been hanging over me."

"Well, you don't necessarily have to do it yourself," Elijah told her and played with her hair. "Or, if you don't feel like facing your mother, you can always give your uncle permission to say something. I'm sure he would be more than happy to tell her for you."

"No," Selina shook her head determinedly, got out of bed, and strode over to grab her cell phone off the dresser. "I'm gonna call my mother and tell her myself. I can't just avoid her all the time. I'm too big for that now. And since our relationship is the best it's probably ever been, I have no excuses."

"And then, as a reward, I'll tell you how my father reacted to the news," Elijah said. "How's that?"

"Good," Selina smiled as she punched in her mother's number. "I like it." She waited for the phone to ring and was relieved when it was her uncle who answered and not her mom.

"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" He asked.

"I was planning on telling Mama about my pregnancy, but since she's not around, would you do that for me?" Selina asked. "Where's Mom right now? With Charlotte?"

"Yes," Andrew said. "They're at Damon and Lucy's telling him about how Charlotte's alive now."

Selina sucked in her breath. "Well, good luck to Charlotte. I don't see Damon handling that well, especially if you consider why she came back. For Thomas, not for him. Or Stefan."

"Oh, I know," Andrew sighed. "But I'm sure it'll all work out in the end. I'm glad it's not something I have to worry about. Now, telling your mother your news on the other hand…do you really think you can't do it?"

"I might be able to, if you really think I should," Selina replied.

"Please do," Andrew told her. "I think she'd appreciate the news much more if she heard it from you in person."

"Okay," Selina told him and then thanked him for his help. After ending the call, she turned her attention back to her husband. "So what did your dad say? Was he angry?"

"Of course," Elijah nodded. "Upset that you're doing exactly what he thinks you should do and are doing it well." He kissed her.

"Well, that's what I like to hear," Selina smiled. "As long as your father is pissed, I'm happy."

"That's never been my motto," Elijah told her. "Or at least it wasn't when I cared what he thought. But then I met you and all of a sudden, that didn't seem to matter much anymore. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Selina smiled and kissed him. "It's my pleasure."

While she kept her pregnancy news from her mother, Selina was more open about what was going on with her around Matthew and Christine.

"That is so cool!" Christine smiled. "More little half-siblings for me!"

Sarah was reaching for Selina and Christine told her, "No, no. Selina's not feeling well, so you have to stay away."

"Actually, she could be on here with me if she wanted," Selina offered. "Elijah's insisting I stay in bed for a couple more days to make sure I'm okay."

"I wouldn't say that's a bad idea," Matthew told her. "But then again, I'm just a man, so what do I know?"

"You both have good intentions," Selina said and gave him a kiss as Sarah was plunked in her lap and gave her a kiss on the arm. "I'll give you that."

"Well, I do try," Matthew agreed. Have you told your mother?"

"Yes," Selina nodded. "And this telling you is going a lot smoother, let me tell you."

"What happened?" Matthew sighed.

"Mama's just mad because I won't let her help me," Selina told him.

"Would it hurt you terribly to let her just a little?" Matthew asked. "It would make her happy."

"Oh, all right," Selina sighed. "But just for a little while. And only because you asked." She paused. "Well, not just you. Uncle Andrew said I should tell her in person too when I ask him to tell her instead."

"I mean, it would be one thing if you were too ill to leave your bed, but you aren't anymore," Matthew told her. "I don't think it will be as hard as you believe. Would you like me there with you?"

"Yes, thank you," Selina nodded. "I think I would."

So they all (including Sarah) piled into Matthew's car and drove over to Matthew and Amelia's. Amelia had just arrived home from Damon's and was hanging up her coat when Selina let herself in.

"Hello," she said.

"Well, hello," Amelia greeted her, trying not to sound cold and sarcastic. "It's nice to know you aren't dead after all. Would you care to tell me why you've been avoiding me?"

Selina sighed. "I'm pregnant," she said. "And I didn't want you to feel like you needed to rush over and take care of me because I already have Elijah to do that."

"Well, that's wonderful news!" Amelia said and gave her a hug. "I'm so happy for you and Elijah! And of course if he's taking good care of you, I won't get in the way. But you will let me come baby stuff shopping with you, right?" She asked. "Please? I've never gotten to do it with you before, and I just want to share that experience."

"All right," Selina nodded. "I'd love for you to come baby stuff shopping with me. Especially since I feel I might need more stuff than usual."

"Why?" Amelia asked.

Selina looked down at herself. "Well, the last time I was this big this early, Enid looked me over and told me I was having twins. Not that that's the case for sure now, but I have a hunch."

"Well, how wonderful!" Amelia smiled. "You just tell me when you're ready to go shopping and we'll go." She then noticed Matthew and Christine sitting at the table, and Christine had Sarah in her lap. "Hello. Have you been here the whole time?"

"Yes," Matthew nodded. "To run interference in case things got intense. But that went very well. Maybe you two really are getting along well now."

"I think we are," she smiled at her daughter. "Considering where we used to be, we can't really go anywhere but up, can we?"