Alright people! We've got a reunion coming up just around the corner. I am excite. But before that, we have this.

Over the years, I have found writing to be therapeutic. Revisiting my memories and putting them to paper ensures that there will be something of myself left behind should I ever manage to find an end to this long life. I am at my desk, writing of such things when Eve enters with a serious expression on her face. "Ms. Julia?"

I look up at her. "Yes dear?"

"I bring news from the quarter. I don't know where to begin."

"Must be some news then," I say, trying to put her at ease. "Just say it dear. If I need more explanation then we will get to that."

She takes a deep breath. "Klaus is in town."

My heart stops. My brain forgets how to breathe. After all this time...Klaus… back in NOLA. "Are you sure?" I ask softly.

She nods. "And Elijah has followed him. And there's more. It's impossible but...the witches seem to believe it and they even risked magic to prove it. I don't know how but…"

I don't know what could be more shocking than the brother's return, but clearly it has her more shaken then even the arrival of the Originals. "Eve. Just say it."

"Andrea Labonair has returned...and she is pregnant. She's pregnant by Klaus Mikaelson." Her statement takes me by surprise. All of the feelings that rise in me are undefined. I swallow the lump in my throat as she continues. "She goes by the name Hayley Marshall now. The witches are saying it's one of nature's loopholes. They are trying to use her to get the Mikaelson's to overthrow Marcel."

My eyes snap to focus.

"They are holding her life and that of her child hostage?"

She nods at me.

My hand rubs over my face as I begin to process everything she just told me. I begin to pace the room. "Okay. Let me see if I understand. If I am considering the big picture, and I believe I am, then the witches discovered Andrea, or Hayley, was pregnant with the child of an Original and decided to make use of the information. Marcel has Davina, and it is no secret that the witches are more concerned with completing their horrid ritual than they are with the life of their own children so I don't put much stock in them protecting what will surely be seen as a devil child."

"So you believe the girl really is pregnant by Klaus? Even though it's impossible?"

My pacing stops. "It's not impossible. Nothing is in this world."

My teeth clench together. This development is entirely unexpected, and I don't exactly know how I am going to handle it. Do I continue to stay hidden? As of this moment, the pregnant werewolf has become the most important person in the world. How can I best protect her? And the child? And I can't forget Davina. This development meddles in how I was going to handle that situation.

Klaus...a child. My mind drifts to my own child.

"Push!"

"Arggggh," my voice cries out with pain and exertion. My hand clutches Jacque's tightly.

"You got this Julia. Just a little more," he says, doing everything he can to be encouraging.

"Oh shut up!" I cry in frustration.

Finally, a baby's cries fill the room and I collapse back in exhaustion. My heart is pounding in anticipation. "It's a girl," the midwife says with a broad smile.

"Let me see her!" I reach for my child and when she finally settles into my arms I sigh in relief. Her bright blue eyes peer up at me as she settles into her mother's warmth. "Oh hello, my little miracle."

I laugh in pure joy. "Aren't you just the most precious thing." My finger trails softly over soft face and tiny features. So young and yet already so strong and curious.

Jacque watches us from a distance, a soft and hesitant smile on his face. "What will you name her, M'lady?"

My eyes are riveted on the small bundle in my arms. I swallow the tears that are beginning to form in my eyes. "Lana. Lana Nicole." My forehead comes to rest upon hers. I sigh and look toward Jacque. "Come meet your heir," I say with a tired smile.

He comes to sit by us on the bed and looks down at the little girl who has fallen fast asleep. "I am so happy to meet you little Lana Nicole. I promise that I will do the best I can to be a good father to you. I promise."

It's the last thing I hear before I too, am fast asleep.

I sigh to myself as I sit heavily back at my desk. "Ms. Julia? What are you going to do?"

I look up at her and take a deep breath. "Family is power, Eve. There is power in the pack. There is power in our choice of companions. This child, it has a family. If this Hayley truly is Andrea Labonair then we are that family. And by extension, the Mikaelson's are our family as well. They will need our support."

Eve looks at me slightly startled. "I understand the need to care for Andrea and what is hers, but to extend our arms to the Mikaelson's as well?"

"You forget how old I am Eve. I was here when the Mikaelsons ruled this city. I was here when Marcel rose to power. I was here before Marcel was a vampire, and was simply an abandoned human boy. They make good allies. And we need allies." I stop and take a breath. "I just need to decide how best to approach this."

Eve nods and takes her leave, knowing that I need to be left to my thoughts.

For decades I have often imagined what I might say when Klaus returned. I knew that he would. I knew that one day, I would be able to see him again. But now the opportunity is here. He is back. My husband is long dead. My daughter is…

My head falls into my hands and I breathe deeply.

Marcel has changed so much since those days. I have changed so much. I can only assume that Klaus has changed as well. Nothing has remained of that old life in which I had grown to be so happy and comfortable. All of it, taken away by selfishness and treachery.

My eyes lift to the ceiling.

I have often wondered how I would dare broach the subject of how Rebekah and Marcellus called for the Destroyer. How Mikael's appearance was no accident. I had promised long ago not to lie to Klaus and yet with this...I might just have to. And it's not the only thing I carry with me now. I have no way of knowing how Klaus will react to the information regarding my late husband, Jacque Kenner, or of my daughter. But I also don't know how he is reacting to this new child of his. I do not know what his relationship to the girl is. Is it serious? Was their coupling a one time thing or a drawn out affair? Is she in love with him?

I clench my hands and press down the jealousy rising in me. So many years and I still feel so strongly.

I could avoid him for awhile. I could pretend I'm not here any longer. But in the end, that will give more leverage to Celeste than I care to give her. She is expecting me to crumble. She has done everything in her power to separate our family. She has done everything she can to make us weak.

There's nothing for it. The sooner I can see Klaus the better. But…

There are some things that are going to need to stay quiet for a while longer. Some secrets I must keep until the time we can really sit down and discuss it.

Lana's laughter drifts through the house as she becomes more and more adept at toddling around on her newfound legs. It amazes me how quickly she went from barely being able to stand on her own to running from place to place as if she'd been doing it every day of her short life.

She rams into my leg at full speed and grins up at me. I laugh. "Well hello there, Little Devil." I hoist her up onto my hip. "Before you know it, you just might be flying around here at werewolf speed." I kiss her nose and she giggles.

Her hand reaches for the crescent necklace that hasn't left my neck since her namesake gave it to me. Her other hand clutches at the vervain necklace that has rested there for far longer. It makes me think of a time when Rebekah and I were close. Long before Marcel was grown and Klaus knew who I was.

I shake the memory away and get back to my thoughts.

In the meantime, it would be best if no one knew that Klaus and I had reunited. The longer Celeste thinks we are divided the better.

Of course, all of this hinges on how Klaus will react to me. It has been so long. So much has changed. He may very well hate me. He may very well want nothing to do with me. In which case, none of it would matter much anymore anyway.

Decision made, I stand and lean in my window wishing not for the first time that I still had my third eye. That extra insight would be very helpful right about now. But it is not a luxury I have, and all I can do is hope that Klaus and I can at least cross paths as friends.