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January 2015

"What?" Lexa snapped. She tore open the door to the apartment and tried not to glare at Sophie for interrupting what had been the first shared dream in nearly a year.

"Get dressed," Sophie smiled tightly, "I need your help with something."

"I was having such a good dream," Lexa sighed deeply.

"It's nearly eleven," Sophie tilted her head, "it's high time you were up and about."

She rolled her eyes before disappearing into her bedroom and emerging in a pair of skinny jeans and a blue dolman sleeve blouse that tapered off at the wrist. She pulled on her black ankle boots and grabbed her purse.

Lexa's eyes roamed from one witch to the next before settling on Sabine and Sophie. It was insane what they were saying. It wasn't possible what they were implying. Vampires couldn't have children.

Vampires were dead; they couldn't reproduce.

Everything she had learned. Everything she had been taught by her mother, her aunt, and every other teacher she had ever had flew from her head when she remembered Agatha.

Witches couldn't be immortal. Humans didn't heal at an exponential rate.

She had gotten so many things from Kol. Was it possible that a vampire could gain things from their human counterparts?

It only took one look at the unconscious pregnant woman for her to know. She didn't have to touch the brunette to know her unborn baby had been fathered by the vampire. She could have pinpointed the day it happened; she remembered the meeting vividly. The image of the first kiss six weeks before came screaming back to her.

"What exactly are you planning to do with her?" She didn't know the brunette from Eve but she wanted to protect her and the child.

"The doppelganger will be bound to one of us for leverage," Sabine smiled.

Lexa didn't like the light that danced through her dark eyes. It was full of glee. Sabine looked like the cat that ate the canary.

"Is everything ready?" Davina stepped down into the chamber.

"Yes," Sabine nodded, "in a matter of moments the mother will be linked to Sophie."

"Good," Davina looked towards the paraphernalia, "we're going to need some added insurance."

Lexa's eyes narrowed when she heard the sound of a speeding heart around the corner. She took a look at the witches as they joined hands. There were too many for her to take out alone. The last time she had tried a mass sleeping spell she had wound up with several bullets in her body.

She chewed on her lip before slipping around the corner. She couldn't stop Sophie now, but she could try and put the mother at ease. She knew elevated blood pressure was not good; it could even lead to a miscarriage.

She clamped her hand over the brunette's mouth when she saw the scream working its way up and out of her throat.

"Shh, I'm here to help you," Lexa's eyes met hers. She inclined her head to the adjoining chamber and kept her voice low. "There are four witches out there," she heard the sound of a few departing, "and I can't take them all on my own, so I need you to be quiet."

Relief settled in Lexa's chest when she heard the woman's heartbeat slow down. She answered the question, she could see in her eyes, in a hushed whisper.

"They want to bind you to Sophie so that they can use you as leverage. I can't stop them, not without getting myself killed, but I can reverse it later." She had been alive for centuries without dying. Nobody had ever done any lasting damage to her, but she felt certain that if anyone could manage to finally end her life it was the coven around the corner.

She would be damned if she had gotten this close only to lose him now.

"What's the hold up?" Davina rounded the corner. She held a shallow bowl in her hand. "We need to seal the binding spell now."

Lexa resisted the urge to groan when she heard Agnes call around the corner. "Are you sure this will work Davina?"

"Yes," she replied while stepping forward and kneeling on the ground, "Elijah Mikaelson will do anything for family."

Lexa could feel the fear that curled down the brunette's spine. She didn't think it had anything to do with the curved knife Davina lifted and used to slice into her palm.

"I'm sorry," Lexa mouthed and caught the blood in the bowl.

"Are you coming?" Davina turned to stare at the Lexa when she didn't follow.

"No," Lexa shook her head and settled back on her knees. "I'll stay here for a minute and wrap her cut." She sighed when she felt Davina's sceptical look. "It won't do you any good if she develops an infection."

"I'm Lexa," she pulled a white bandage from her bag and wrapped it over the brunette's hand when Davina left. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the girl, who introduced herself as Elena, was Elijah's soulmate; it was obvious when only a think line of blood seeped into the bandage. The wound had healed.

"I'm just going around the corner," Lexa took hold of Elena's hands and carefully pulled the ties free. "Wait here, please," trepidation curled down her spine. "I've got the strangest feeling that things are about to turn violent."

Lexa had been right. She had been around the corner less than two minutes before Elijah lost it and took out two of the witches before making for Sophie.

Lexa cursed when she heard Elena starting to choke. The hope that the Original had arrived before the spell could be completed faded instantly.

She didn't hesitate before raising her hand and sending Elijah Mikaelson to his knees. She lifted the spell when Sophie was free and reached out to steady Elena who had stumbled around the corner.

"If you kill her you kill Elena," Lexa's voice was deadly calm. She glanced at the bodies of the dead witches and made a mental note when she saw Davina and Sabine were both gone.

Kol froze when he stepped into the crypt and heard a voice he hadn't heard outside of his dreams in centuries. The accent had changed, but it was still her voice. His immediate thought was that someone had turned her shortly after the daggering in the tavern, but that faded when he realized she was the one who had given Elijah a splitting headache.

He turned back into the conversation when he registered the knowledge of Elena's impossible pregnancy.

"Is it just me," he couldn't stop the grin, "or have you yet to explain how this is possible?"

"I can explain that," Lexa fought down her desire to run into his arms, "but perhaps it should wait until Elena has had a chance to change, and relax."

"Who are you?" Klaus turned to stare at the petite blonde.

"Her name is Lexa," Kol's grin turned to a smirk. "I agree with her; Elena needs a chance to change out of that dress, it can't be comfortable." He waved to the formal party dress. "Explanations can wait until we get back to the compound," he turned his attention to Sophie, "assuming Miss Deveraux will allow us to take her from the crypt; it's no place for an expectant mother."

"Did you know," he stepped over the threshold into her apartment, "that I thought I was going mad?"

Lexa sighed when she felt his arms wrap around her waist. She could feel his heart beating out a steady rhythm against her back; it moved in time with hers. She closed her eyes and covered his hands with hers.

"I was certain of it," he held her close and inhaled the soft smell of her shampoo. "I smelt lavender on every corner. I saw blond ringlets," he raised one hand to tug gently on a curl, "from the corner of my eye."

"It seems you saw more signs of me than I did of you," she hummed when he nuzzled her neck and placed a soft kiss to her throat.

"For the longest time I was afraid to sleep at night," he loosened his hold when she spun in his arms. "My dreams were haunted you see?"

"Really?" She lifted her hands to cradle his face. "Who was haunting your dreams, mi amor?"

"A goddess," he rubbed small circles into her hips, "a beautiful goddess who was torn from my arms."

"Well," she stretched up and brushed her lips over his cheek, "winter is over."

"So it is," he bent and caught her lips. His mouth formed an exaggerated frown when she laid her hand on his chest. "Elskling?"

"I need to shower," she laughed when he laid kisses across her cheek, "I was just in a car crash."

A growl rumbled in his chest when he remembered her still body. "Don't remind me," his fingers threaded through her matted hair, "I thought I'd lost you."

"It's going to take a lot more than that," she smiled softly. "If I can survive a firing squad I think I can survive a car accident."

"What?" Kol's eyes grew round. He leaned back to meet emerald eyes.

"Let's just say the last three centuries have been eventful," she smirked, "very, very eventful. If I ever stayed too long in one spot someone would inevitably try to kill me. Obviously nobody succeeded."

"Let's keep it that way, please," he frowned. The thought that someone had tried to hurt her made his blood boil. He exhaled slowly and lifted her chin. "I believe you said something about a shower?"

She laughed when he kissed her nose and walked through the bedroom into the bathroom.

"Did you clean up?" She arched her brows when she emerged from the room wrapped in a fluffy blue towel.

Her apartment wasn't necessarily messy; it was just a little disorganized. She tried not to laugh when she saw the canisters on the kitchen counter lined up by size and the books on the shelf ordered by name.

"I did not," his arms snaked out and grabbed her waist.

Lexa gasped when she fell across his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I simply organized," he grasped the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his in a slow kiss.

"Neat freak," she accused with a chuckle. Her legs slid open when his fingers dipped beneath the hem of the towel.

"There is nothing wrong with being organized, little witch," Kol laid her down on the couch and hovered over her. "Am I mistaken, Elskling, or did come across my grimoire while you were in the shower?"

"Maybe," she arched her neck and kissed him. "Why, do you want it back?"

"I think I might," he nipped at her throat, "now that I can actually use it again." He pulled the knot of the towel free and trailed his hand down her soft skin.

"It's all yours," her fingers slowly undid his button down.

May

Lexa laughed when she was swept off her feet into his arms. Her legs dangled over his right arm. She hooked her elbow over his neck to steady her and arched an eyebrow.

"It's tradition, my little witch," he smirked and kicked the door shut when he stepped into the house.

"And we're all about traditions now?" She carefully pulled his tie free while he moved up the stairs. "I'm not going to find an audience in the bedroom am I?"

"Of course not," he lowered her to her feet when he stepped inside. "I told you: I have no intention of anyone ever seeing you naked again Mrs. Mikaelson."

Lexa hummed against his lips. "I think you also said something about my dress," she slid his jacket down his arms, "what was it again?"

"I was wondering how it would look bunched around your waist," he grinned before guiding her back to the bed. Meeting her eyes he tilted his head and smirked while falling to his knees in front of her.

Her breath caught in her throat. A delicious shiver raced down her spine as he slid his hands up her legs. The material was at her thighs when he pressed her to sit on the edge of the bed.

"I was right," he pulled her lace panties down her legs; "the dress looks exquisite like this."

Anticipation hummed through her body when he kissed her inner thigh.

"You can't really see the full effect down there," she bit her lip. Her head tipped back.

Kol's warm breath fanned across her wet centre. His tongue slid through her folds and avoided her clit entirely.

"Tease," she exhaled. A hot flush had crept up her chest under the gown. Her body quivered with need. "Kol…" she glared at him through her lashes and arched her hips, "… I believe you're the one that said I would turn you into a toad if you annoyed me…"

"I think teasing falls into a different category, Elskling," he grinned wickedly.

"Kol… please…" she gasped and fell back against the soft mattress when he pressed his tongue to the bundle of nerves. Her hips rose from the bed. The energy that had been coiling in her stomach broke free and raced through her veins.

"Better?" Kol stood and hovered over her on the bed.

"Much," she sat up and kissed across his jaw. "Do you want to know what I'm wondering?"

"Always," his fingers pulled the pins from her hair so it fell down her back. He ran his hand through the shiny waterfall and lifted her face so he could kiss her.

Lexa moaned when she tasted herself on his lips.

"I'm wondering," she undid his shirt and pushed it down his arms, "if my dress wouldn't look better pooled on the floor."

"I don't know," Kol spun her around and slid her hair over her shoulder. "There is only one way to find out."

She shivered and tilted her head when the silver ribbon was pulled free. Her arms held the dress in place until she felt his fingers brush over the base of her spine. She let go of the material and looked down when it fell around her feet.

"It looks pretty good," she spun around and stepped out of her heels, "but it's missing something."

"What would that be?" He hissed when her hand squeezed his cock through his pants.

Lexa pulled his belt free and dropped it over the white material. She sucked his collarbone and popped the button of his black trousers. "The remainder of your clothes."

Kol toed off his shoes and socks while she pushed his trousers down. Stepping out of the material his hands slid down under her thighs and lifted her.

"See now," she smirked when he laid her out on the bed and hovered over her, "it looks much better like that." Her hand snaked down his chest and wrapped around his erection.

"I find I have to agree," he trailed kisses down her throat.

Lexa's hand stilled when his teeth tugged on her nipple, and his fingers dipped between her thighs to circle her clit. Her breathing quickened as he pushed her towards the edge again. Her back arched upwards as she fell; juices ran down between her lips.

She pushed him over onto his back and brought her lips to his in a long kiss. Her leg hooked over his waist as she moved to straddle him.

Kol's fingers gently kneaded her smooth backside when she sank down taking his cock into her hot sheath. His eyes flickered from her flushed face to her heaving breasts. He flipped her onto her back and lifted her leg over his elbow when she slowed.

Later, after the third round, he slid his hand through her glossy hair.

"I do like your hair like this," he kissed her brow, "but I find I miss the wild curls."

"They'll come back when I wash it," she propped her chin on his chest and traced soft patterns over his stomach.

Kol smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. The hand not in her hair lowered the thin sheet and settled on her bare stomach. He rubbed the smooth bump.

Lexa felt a twisting sensation under his fingers. It was like the time Phoebe had talked her into going on a roller coaster and her stomach had flipped on the loop. It felt just like that, but lower and without the accompanying nausea.

"I got Elena to try the sodalite earlier," she whispered into the still room, "she used it on me and Caroline."

"Oh?" Kol flattened his palm over their unborn child.

"Mmhmm," she nodded. A playful smirk lifted the edges of her mouth. "I was going to tell you," she mused, "but you're all about traditions lately I thought you might prefer to be surprised, or would you rather know?"

"I want to know," his thumb rubbed circles into her skin. "Are you going to tell me, or do I have to get the sodalite myself?"

"That won't be necessary," she looked down at the small bump, "unless of course you want to try your hand at the spell."

"I'm pretty sure we left the pendant at the compound, and I have no intention of leaving you to retrieve it."

Lexa shook with a silent laughter. "It's a boy."

"A boy?" Kol propped himself on his elbow and met her eyes. "We're having a boy?" He flattened his hand over her stomach.

"We're having a boy," she smiled into his kiss. Her lips turned down when she saw the look in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he shook his head. "I cannot remember the last time I was this happy. I just… I just can't shake the thought that I'm having a very good dream, and that I'll wake up one of these days to find none of it ever happened."

"You're not dreaming," she cupped his cheek, "and I'm not going anywhere."

"Are you sure we're not dreaming?" He smiled gently. "A beautiful wife and child are something I'd only ever dreamed about."

"You're not," she stretched up and kissed his cheek. "I'm right here, mi amor."

"I believe you," he kissed her shoulder, "but on the off chance you're wrong and this is a dream I just want to say: that it is the best one I've ever had and I never want to wake up from it."

"Your mother is actively trying to kill her grandchildren from the other side," Lexa tilted her head on the pillow, "and you've got a possibly alive baby snatching aunt."

"You've met my siblings, Lexa," he chuckled. "I should think it quite normal for my dreams to be full of drama."

"Well," she smoothed his hair from his brow, "if you are dreaming do you think you could dial it back a little bit? That would be the easiest way to deal with the mess."

"If only I could," he sighed.

"That just tells me we're living in the real world," Lexa smiled. "No pixie dust out here."

"Shame," he lifted the sheet over her body when he felt her shiver. "We've had a very chaotic day."

"We have," she draped her arm across his stomach and laid her head over his heart.

"Have I told you today that I love you?"

Lexa made a show of looking at the clock which revealed it was a new day. "I don't think you have."

"That is simply unacceptable," he tightened his hold around her back. "I love you, my little witch," he pressed his right hand to her stomach, "and my little warlock."

"We love you too," she blinked tiredly.

"How could you possibly know that?" He kissed the top of her head. Her sleepy reply had him fondly rolling his eyes.

"Sometimes I know things."

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