A/N: It's been a great run, everyone. Thank you all so much for sticking with me. I hope this ending does it justice. I'm not gonna lie. I got a little teary. This is it for Eyes on Fire. I'm gonna miss this little Klonnie universe.

I DO NOT OWN THE VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS.
Music Credit: "Angel" – Theory of a Deadman

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'I'm in love with an angel, heaven forbid.
Made me a believer, with a touch of her skin.
I'd go to hell and back with you, still lost in what we found.
Worlds apart, we were the same, until we hit the ground.'
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Chapter Twenty-Five:

It's been five years, since Damon terrorized and tortured us in the Mikaelson estate. We moved and even though none of us thought it possible, the new place felt even more like home, than the last manor. We decorated it together. We got used to it together. There was something about that… it just brought us closer as a family.

Klaus and I are still as devoted to each other, as before. We've been married for a year and we're expecting our first child. Esther couldn't have been happier, when we told her. She's ecstatic to see her first grandbaby. Beks and Katherine helped me decorate the nursery and go baby shopping. They keep promising that I don't look like a complete whale in my maternity clothes, even though I feel like one.

Klaus has been so unbelievably patient. I love him even more, and that's saying something, because before, I loved him with every ounce of my being. I didn't know it was possible to love him even more, but I do. He's my husband and the father to our future child. I'm finally living a normal, horror-free life. Five years ago, I wouldn't have believed it, if someone told me this is what my future would hold. I love it. I'm grateful for it. I doubt I will ever stop being thankful that he and his family came into my life.

"How did I get so lucky, sweetheart?" Klaus asked me, as he laid next to me in bed. He cradled my stomach, as he let me curl up next to him, on my side. It's the only way that I can lay comfortably nowadays.

"I'm the lucky one." I whispered. He pressed his lips to mine and I smiled against him. "I love you, Klaus."

"And I love you, Bonnie." He breathed. This is it. This is all I've ever wanted for my life. I just wanted to be in love, a pure, non-toxic love. I wanted to settle down and have a family. I just wanted to live without being in constant fear for my life. Klaus has given me that and so much more. A sharp pain shot through me. I winced and tried to sit up. I gasped, as I soaked my pants.

"Klaus?" I asked him, worriedly.

"Love, I think your water broke." He replied, calmly. My eyes widened.

"Oh, okay," I couldn't think to say anything else. It's finally happening. We're going to meet our baby. Oh, God. I'm not ready. What if I'm a terrible mom? What if we're no good at being parents?!

I grit my teeth and squeezed Klaus' hand as I gave one final push. I screamed, as I used every last bit of strength I had. A harsh wailing filled the room, but it was music to my ears. It meant that my baby was alive. The doctor cleaned off our son and handed him to me. Tears spilled down my cheeks.

"He's so perfect. He's beautiful. I can't believe he's really ours." I sobbed, softly. This is so surreal. Nothing could ruin this moment.

"You're both perfect." Klaus beamed at us. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on our son's head. "What shall we name him?" He asked.

"Henrik," I answered. I knew that I wanted to name our son after Klaus' late brother. If we had a daughter instead, I wanted to name her after my Grams.

"Are you sure?" He asked me. I nodded. He brought his lips to mine and I heard a flash in the background. I didn't care. Nothing could ruin this. Our life is perfect.

"Mom, come on. Don't embarrass me. There's no way she wants to see my baby pictures." Henrik whined, as Klaus and I insisted on showing his new girlfriend his baby pictures. I touched the first picture of us as a family. Happy tears welled in my eyes and I felt Klaus' arm go around me. He touched his lips to mine and it was like nothing has changed throughout all of these years. "Do you have to do that in front of me? That's gross." He complained. Klaus pulled his mouth away from mine.

"Son, pray tell, how do you think you were made and came to be in existence?" Klaus asked our son. He looked nauseous. I chuckled. It's hard not to poke fun at the discomfort our children get from our PDA. We've come such a long way. I know that Grams would love my new family, if she had ever gotten the chance to meet them. She must have been looking out for us all this time. There's no way that we made it this far without a guardian angel protecting us.

"We'll see you later. Bye." Henrik tried to sneak out, while I was consumed in my thoughts.

"Henrik!" I called after him. He made a face, but came back over to us. "I love you. Please be safe. You know that I worry." I asked him. He nodded and looked a little guilty. He's only fifteen, but he knows some of what happened, before he was born.

"I will. I'm sorry. I love you, mom." He apologized and kissed my cheek. "Love you, dad. Now can I go?" He asked. We nodded in agreement and watched our son leave with his young love.

"Things couldn't get any better, could they?" I asked, Klaus.

"No, sweetheart, I don't think that they could. They're perfect." He replied, with a kiss.

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'I'm in love with an angel, who's afraid of the light.
Whose halo is broken, but there's fight in her eyes.
Walls were built to keep us safe, until they're crashing down.
Worlds apart, we were the same, until you hit the ground.

Maybe I'm crazy – maybe I'm weak.
Maybe I'm blinded by what I see.
You wanted a soldier, but it wasn't me.
Because I could never set you free.'
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