"Push, Amy!" Kol encouraged. "Push, darling!" His hands were resting on her elevated knees as he kept her legs apart so he could keep track of the baby's progress.

"I can't," she sniffled as tears rolled down her cheeks. "It's hard. I'm too tired!"

He sighed. "All right, take a rest. We'll try again in a little bit."

But he knew better. He knew why she was tired. The baby was probably stuck somehow or in a weird position, and no amount of pushing would get him out unless she had some sort of help.

Amy bit her lip, concern obvious in her eyes. "Tell me the truth," she begged. "Please." Then she grabbed his hand. "The baby's too big, isn't he? Or stuck? I should be in the hospital, having a C-section, shouldn't I?"

Kol kissed her knuckles. "I'm not sure what's going on, but it's a definite possibility that the head is too big." He nodded.

"Of course it is," Amy rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her sweaty red hair. "Considering you're his father."

"Hey, hey, hey, Amy Burke Mikaelson!" He chided with a wink. "Who are you accusing of having a big head, woman?"

Amy Mikaelson Burke!" Amy corrected. "See? You sure do have a big head!" Then she laughed a little before closing her eyes as tears ran down her cheeks. "Well, since being in a hospital isn't a possibility at the moment, what do you suggest we do, Kol?"

Frowning, Kol growled unhappily before he began rummaging around in the grocery bags.

"What…what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to figure out how you can give birth to our son," Kol replied. Then he smiled and pulled out some vodka. "Here we are! This should do the trick!"

"Oh, no!" Amy protested. "You're not gonna get drunk and deliver our baby while the whole damn process kills me!"

"Of course not, you silly woman!" Kol shook his head and pulled a knife from his biker boot. "Now I have everything I need to perform a C-section right here in this elevator."

Amy felt sick. "Please tell me you're joking."

"Oh, I'm not!" Kol shook his head. "No one in this elevator is gonna die today."

She was shocked. "I'm sure bleeding to death counts as dying," she said. "And I just know that will happen to me!"

He opened the bottle of vodka with his teeth and spilled some on the knife. "I'll cut you open and pull our boy out of you! Neither of you will die, I promise."

"I…I understand how important it is for you to save him," Amy agreed. "I'm ready to give my life for him too." Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

He kissed her forehead. "I swear to you that it won't come to that. I know more about delivering babies than anyone would probably give me credit for."

"But…but even if I'm a vampire, I'll bleed to death!" She tried to make him understand as he ripped off some of his shirt and poured more vodka on it to rub on her stomach.

"I'll give you my blood," he promised. "That'll keep you alive."

"But then you'll be the one who dies!" She grabbed his forearm tightly, her gaze frantic. "How many times do I have to say 'That's not acceptable' before it gets through your head?"

"I'm touched," Kol winked. "I was sure you wanted to be rid of me!" He paused. "I bet Gerald has called 911 by now, or will have at the very least by the time I've finished things here. The fire department and the police will be here too."

"This is insane!" Amy cried before being overcome with pain and crying out.

"We…we don't have a choice, darling," he gently brushed her hair out of her eyes. "You know it as well as I do."

"All right," Amy nodded resolutely. "Do what you have to do to save our son. I'm ready. And if…if something happens, let Natalie and my other children know as gently as possible. Let them know I was thinking about them before…you know.."

"You'll be fine," he assured her, gripping her hand hard. "I'll save you, I'll save all of us. I didn't wait all these years to be with you only to be torn away in two seconds, Amy Burke Mikaelason." He gave her another wink and ripped his shirt again, balling up the fabric and handing it to her. "This is really gonna hurt," he told her apologetically. "Bite into that when the pain hits."

She nodded, closed her eyes, and prepared for the pain. Then she had a thought and her eyes popped open as she pulled the fabric from her mouth. "Kol, wait a minute!"

"What?" He asked, making a small incision that caused a few drops of blood to drip down her stomach."

"What…what if it's his shoulders?" She asked. "What if he just needs to be turned around and that'll fix the problem?"

"All right," he told her skeptically as he took several deep breaths. "But I think it's gonna hurt like a bitch, so be ready."

"Can't hurt worse than being cut open with a knife," Amy pointed out.

Kol nodded and took one more deep breath for courage, then kneeled beside her, placing both hands on her stomach, pushing on her belly with all his strength to try and move their son so he could be born at last.

Amy let out a cry because the pain she felt was almost unbearable. But, at last, Kol was able to reposition the baby and feel it descend.

"I need to push!" Amy cried, before screaming again.

Kol quickly settled himself between her legs just in time to see the head coming out. "You're doing it, darling. Just a little more. I can see that he's almost out!

"Oh, but it hurts so much!" Amy groaned and gritted her teeth. But she took a deep breath and gave one more strong push as Kol caught the baby in his arms.

"I have him!" He assured her, but he still sounded a little tense as he looked down at his still son. "Cry!" he yelled desperately. "Cry, damn it!"

"Is he okay?" Amy asked, catching on to Kol's concern as tears began to run down her cheeks. "Kol, please tell me he's all right?"

Finally, a baby's strong wail filled the elevator. "He's good!" Kol smiled. "He's absolutely fine! That's my boy! That's our boy!" He gave Amy a smile and took her hand before putting the baby on her chest. "We have a son, Amy!"

"Yeah," Amy sighed and gazed at the little boy, a grin on her lips. "It's our boy!"

Kol looked around, then grabbed the scissors to cut the umbilical cord.

"He's…he's so perfect," Amy remarked and stroked the baby's cheek.

"You did it, Amy," Kol smiled and kissed their son's head. "This is our son. We have a son!"

She raised her free hand to caress his bearded cheek. "I…I love you so much, Kol. You're everything to me. You're my best friend, my confidant, the father of my baby…the man I love. I can't say that enough times."

Kol chuckled. "Damn, took you long enough to realize it when I loved you for so long in secret," he got out as tears fell down his cheeks. Was it the threat of cutting you open with a knife that did it?"

"You're crazy!" She chuckled a little. "I'm so sorry it took so long for me to say my feelings to myself, you, the world…I was just so scared of being hurt again that I didn't realize how much I love you. You'll be happy to know that…what happened with your brothers and me isn't something I care about anymore. What's past is past. I'm just happy you're finally in my life and I'm able to be yours and for you to be mine."

"I love you so damn much, Amy," Kol swore, smiling and giving her a kiss. "You have interesting if not unfortunate timing when it comes to this declaration, though. I assume responding by making wild love to you is out of the question?"

"Well, I don't think now is the right time, but eventually we'll get there." She laughed.

They both started and the baby cried as they heard banging on the elevator doors. "Mr. Mikaelson? It's Gerald! The fire department has arrived. They'll be able to release you and Ms. Burke pretty soon here. And an ambulance is also on the way to get you and your wife to the hospital."

"And our son!" Kol yelled. "Don't forget him!"

"He's here now?" Gerald asked. "That's wonderful news! Just hang on and you'll be out in no time!"

"See, I was right," Kol remarked, turning to gaze at his wife and son.

"Aren't you always, Kol Mikaelson?" Amy asked with a smirk, holding onto her small, perfect son for dear life.

"Yeah," Kol nodded as he came to sit beside her. "Pretty much every time, Amy Burke Mikaelson."

"Hee-hee-hee, hoo-hoo-hoo." Angelica was doing her Lamaze breathing in an attempt to calm her nerves but since she couldn't look away from the giant tree branch that had crashed through the front window, it wasn't working very well.

"Yes, that's my girl," Klaus encouraged. "Just keep breathing and everything will be okay." He said this even as he tried pushing branches and debris back out the broken window while rain and wind hit him in the face.

"I haven't even written a will yet," she mused breathlessly before letting out a cry of pain. "Who'll get my company if I don't survive this?"

"You're immortal, Angel," Klaus reminded her as he headed back to the sofa and joined her. "Why are you worrying about this?"

"Oh, I don't know, Mr. Mikaelson," Angelica told him. "Could it be because there's a giant fucking tree in our living room and the storm of the century will probably destroy our home as I try to give birth to our daughter?" She swallowed. "Ideally I could be asking for some help but no one upstairs is really in the mood to look after me. Never have, never will. So eternity won't matter so much when I'm dead, will it?"

"I'm so touched that you keep saying our home and our daughter, love," he winked and parted her legs to check on the progress of the delivery.

"Oh, my gosh!" She cried dramatically. "You think this is funny!"

"Which part?" He smiled. "The part about your will, or the part about me being emotional?"

"I'll give everything to Milo and Noah," she decided with a satisfied smile. "You'll tell a lawyer that, right Klaus?"

"And you're not gonna leave anything for your husband or our daughter who's about to be born?" He chuckled, loudly.

"I hate you with a passion!" She spat, baring her teeth. "And you're not my husband!"

"Hey, I seem to recall you saying I was to your father," he reminded her. "Or at least that I would be someday."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she blushed. "But that was…I just said that to piss him off. I didn't really mean it!"

"Well, that hurts a lot," Klaus told her, even though he was laughing. "You're about five centimeters dilated," he told her. "It won't be long before you push. And I wouldn't worry about dying. Unless you see your aunt anywhere. Do you? I'm sure she would come and check up on you at the very least, if you were about to die." He smiled.

"No, I don't see her," Angie shook her head, yelling. "But with this damn storm I bet she's around somewhere!" She cursed. "This is just great! I'm gonna spend my last hours in this world with your head between my legs and all my…my intimate parts exposed!"

He shrugged. "It's not that that's new for us. Our relationship started with you giving me a very good look at all your intimate parts." Klaus was very amused now. "I have to say that out of everyone who's been in my bed, you sure are the one who loves having my head between her legs the most."

Angelica gritted her teeth. "That's certainly not something you say to a woman who is giving birth!" She scolded. "And I couldn't care less if your head was between my legs or not!"

"But you like it when it is, right?" He smirked and put another towel near her bottom. "I mean, probably not as much as when Wee-wee is inside of you, but…"

"I don't care about Wee-wee either!" She snapped. "He's why I'm in this painful, painful predicament!" Then she froze and stared at him. "You said everyone who's been in your bed. How many is 'everyone'?"

"Well, I don't know," Klaus thought a moment. "Three thousand, maybe? I'm not sure." But he was lying through his teeth.

"What? She cried, her jaw dropping.

"But it's nothing for you to worry about," he said. "That's before I found the one." He kissed her left knee to try and calm her. Then she saw the twinkle in his eyes.

"Fine, you're messing with me. I should have known." She put her left forearm over her eyes.

"You can't be taking me seriously, Angel," he said. "You have to know how I joke by now?"

She lowered her arm and pouted. "Well, if you've gone to bed with three thousand people, I guess I don't know you at all!"

"I haven't," he assured her. "It's far from that. A much smaller number. People just assume that the mighty and powerful Klaus Mikaelson is some playboy. But I'm not. I'm a softy at heart." He blushed a little."

"Yeah, well…people thinking you're a playboy is better than having people think you're an ice cube," Angelica confessed. "Especially with the way I broke up with Sammy, and how I have to work all the time…" She blushed too.

"I know better," he grinned and ran his fingers through her hair. "You're full of passion and you can be quite dominant in bed, love."

She laughed and it turned into a scream as another contraction hit.

"Breathe, my love, breathe! It's not going to be long now," Klaus encouraged.

She nodded and made the mistake of turning to look at the broken window. "Klaus, oh, my, grandpa, look!"

"What is it, Angel?" He turned to stare as a large tornado seemed to form, touching down at the end of the street. Then he quickly stood up and rushed to the window, keeping his eye on it.

"See, I told you!" Angie cried, panic welling up again. "We're gonna die!"

Klaus turned. "I have lived hundreds of years and if I'm going to die, it certainly won't be before I have the chance to deliver our daughter!" He headed back to her.

"There's a freaking tornado heading our way like, now!" Angelica lashed out. "What don't you understand about that?"

"I think…I believe with the way the tornado is going, we'll end up in the eye of it," he explained, trying to calm her down. "It'll go around us but we'll stay put! We're going to be okay!"

"You think that, Mr. Weatherman?" Angelica cried. "Oh, my grandpa, oh, my grandpa, oh my grandpa! We're going to die!"

"No, we're not!" He shook his head. "You just grab my hands and start pushing!"

"Are you crazy?!" Angelica yelled. "The tornado is practically on our doorstep!" She knew it was a bad idea to look at it, but she couldn't help herself.

"Look at me, Angelica Evelyn!" He ordered, grabbing both her hands. "We, you and I, are forces of nature, and no fucking tornado is gonna get in the way of the birth of our daughter. Got it?"

"Got it," she nodded as tears filled her big brown eyes.

"Now you push, woman!" He commanded as the winds and rain began battering the house and shaking the walls.

"Damn it," Angelica gritted her teeth and pushed as hard as she could while gripping his hands tight.

"Good," he encouraged. "Again!"

"Okay, I need to stop for a second." She leaned back against the pillow, taking a deep breath as she realized everything was silent. "What happened?"

"We're in the eye of the tornado," Klaus replied, and gave an encouraging nod. "Ready to push again?"

She pushed and screamed once more, hoping it would all be over soon.

"I see her, she's coming!" Klaus assured Angelica, who was flushed and sweaty, even as she tried to smile.

He smiled back at her as the loud cry of a baby filled the room. He held her for a second or two, then put her on Angelica's chest. "Here you are, sweetheart. Say hello to your mummy, little one. The best mummy in the whole world."

"Oh, dear me," Angie got out, tears filling her eyes as she looked at the little one. "I think your father might be exaggerating, but...I love you and I promise I'll try my best." Then she looked up at Klaus. "She's so tiny and beautiful."

"And a kicker," Klaus observed as the baby squirmed. "Maybe she'll be a good dancer later on, just like you. And she's beautiful like you are." He gave Angie a kiss and caressed the baby's head. "Welcome to the world, baby girl."

A loud bang sounded, making the walls and floor shake for a second or two before it began to rain.

"I think the tornado passed," Klaus said, breathing a sigh of relief as Angelica cuddled their crying baby.

"We did it," she said, stroking his scruffy face. "We got through this because of you. I love you, and I love our daughter."

"Right back at you, Angel," he replied, gently kissing her lips and pulling out his cell phone. "I'll cut the umbilical cord in a second, all right? I need to call an ambulance and tell them about the tornado. I'm very sure there are a lot of people that need help because of it."

"Good idea," Angelica nodded with a smile. "Go ahead!"

He stood up and heard his name just as he turned.

"Klaus?"

He smiled. "Yes, love?"

"There's no one I'd rather be stuck in a tornado with than you."

He winked back. "Right back at you, woman!"

After Eleanor informed him that the baby she was carrying was his, Julian had frozen his chest rising and falling as he tried to keep breathing.

"Tell me again," he ordered. "Repeat what you just said, woman!" He ordered as thunder crashed and lightning flashed over their heads.

"I think you know what I said," Ellie shot back. "I know perfectly well that you can hear me, Julian Johnson!" She frowned as her hands cradled her prominent belly. "You know what I said to you."

"I don't care," he snapped. "Repeat it, damn it!" He was shouting now to be heard over the storm.

After she'd closed her eyes and gritted her teeth to get through another contraction, Eleanor opened her eyes and glared at him. "Fine," she hissed. "The baby I'm carrying, that's about to come out of me, is yours! I'm carrying your daughter, all right? It was never Lucifer's at all!"

"Fuck you!" He lashed out, pounding the headrest with his fists. "I can't believe you right now! After all of your lies, I'm still willing to help you out tonight, and you still keep lying to me! Why can't you just tell me the truth? Are you afraid that if you're honest and tell me that it's Lucifer's baby, I won't do anything for you?"

"Well, I can't deliver the baby by myself," she reminded him, matter-of-fact. "Well, I could," she amended. "Since you want me to be honest. But it's so…so yucky out now. Why make things more difficult than they need to be when you're right here?"

"You bet I'll be part of this since you're in my fucking car right now," he snapped.

"Fine, you're so worried about your precious car? I can get out of it! I don't need it! And as for your 'Fuck you', right back at you! If you hadn't fucked me, we wouldn't be here like this! I wouldn't be like this! And I'm not lying to your face. If you can't accept a simple truth, it's not my problem, you stubborn ass!"

"It takes two to tango, woman!" He reminded her slyly. "It's not like I lured you into my bed. Although maybe I should have, since you seem to like that."

She gave him a good hard slap for that and then gritted her teeth so he wouldn't see her scream or cry from the pain of her labor. "Fine, if you don't like the truth, I'll just tell you what you want to hear: It's Lucifer's! Happy?"

"You want me to believe that?" He asked incredulously. "Just like you wanted me to believe you were a single woman who wanted to date me and be with me forever." He began mumbling under his breath as he pried her legs apart. "You really do have some nerve, Eleanor."

"Fuck you!" She spat. She screamed and when she could get a breath, she whispered, "I think the baby is coming soon."

"Well, push then!" Julian cried. "It's not going to come out any other way. And pushing is what you do very well: pushing people to their limits!"

She took a deep breath and gave a good hard push, then let herself fall back on the seat. "Do you see her?

"Yeah," Julian assured her. "I see her. She's coming."

"I can't believe it," Eleanor shook her head, genuinely confused. "I can't believe that you think I would go back into Lucifer's bed after being with you."

"Well, our affair was short lived, wasn't it? Like a bored lady of the manor taking out her sexual frustrations with the stable boy and then moving on with her life because it didn't mean anything. I'm sure you went back into your husband's bed after. It's what women like you do."

"It wasn't an affair," Eleanor corrected through clenched teeth. "Lucifer and I were as good as separated when you and I met and we certainly weren't sleeping together anymore!"

"Were you married?"

"Well, yes, but…" she tried to talk her way out of it but couldn't.

Then it's an affair!" He spat. "You used me for your own selfish reasons!"

She yelled again as another strong contraction came, pushing hard to give birth to their daughter but was soon too weak to continue without a break.

"Almost there! I can see the head!" He encouraged as he pushed his sleeves up higher on his arms.

"Okay, so it was an affair," Ellie admitted, gritting her teeth. "But it's not my fault that I looked at you and saw loving, sweet, caring man." She paused. "Even if you did laugh at my ice skating!" Tears were falling down her cheeks, but the memory made her laugh just a little.

Julian had to smile a little too, before frowning once more. "Don't try and distract me with the funny image of you falling on your ass," he said. "I'm still mad at you. So…what happened once you picked me to be your mark, your victim, your fool?!"

"I…you were never any of those things!" She cried. "I…but I fell in love with you!"

"You think you're the only one who saw someone wonderful and is hurting now?" Julian asked. "Take a number! I fell for you too! That's why this whole thing hurts so damn much!"

His eyes widened as he quickly caught the baby. "I got her," he said. "I got her." Then, he actually managed to get a good look at Ellie, who was only semi-conscious. "Ellie?" He cried. "Are you all right? Eleanor!"

"Is…mmm..is she okay?" Eleanor asked, opening her eyes.

"Yes," Julian nodded with a smile, as he wrapped the crying baby in a blanket. "She's beautiful. Your daughter is truly beautiful!"

"She's…she's your daughter too," Ellie whispered, then leaned back and shut her eyes tight. She wasn't unconscious, but Julian could tell she wasn't well.

"Eleanor, open your eyes! I know you don't feel well, but you have to hold onto the baby until we get you to the hospital!"

"Right," Ellie nodded and did her best to sit up straight. "I…I can do this! Let me have her."

"Your mother isn't feeling well right now," Julian told the baby. "And I'm going to get you both to the hospital. She'll keep you safe while I do it." He gave her a kiss on the forehead, then shut the car door and got behind the wheel, praying that Eleanor would be able to stay awake and keep the baby safe. He started the car and hoped that, with a little luck, he'd be able to get to the hospital without trouble.

Ms. Selina Warren Mikaelson heaved a big sigh as she stared up at the ceiling, her hands resting on her belly as she counted the number of ceiling tiles. "3…345, I think." She said decisively.

"Actually, it's 344," her husband corrected. Apparently, he'd been bored enough to count with her.

"Is it really?" Selina gave him a look and shrugged. "Thank you for correcting me. I must've counted one twice, which is not a surprise since they all look alike." She paused. "You were counting them too?"

"Three times," Elijah nodded, holding up three fingers. "It's not like there's much else to do around here." He paused. "Any chance things are moving along with our daughter?"

"Uh…no." Selina shook her head. "I would have told you if there was. Weren't you paying attention the last time the nurse came in and said I was only three centimeters dilated?"

"Well, physically I was, but mentally I went somewhere else because I'm so damn bored," he replied, pulling his handkerchief out of the pocket of his jeans and meticulously folding it into four equal parts.

Selina narrowed her eyes at her husband and put her hands on her belly. The way Elijah had to have everything so meticulously folded or cleaned or planned out had always bothered her to no end. "Well, I'm so sorry this is such a difficult situation for you," she snapped. "What the hell are you doing?"

Elijah didn't look up at her. "I think I'm folding this handkerchief."

"Why?" She asked, then heaved a loud sigh.

"Isn't it obvious?" He turned and stared into her eyes. "So, it can fit neatly in my pocket without getting wrinkled. Some people care about wrinkles…some don't."

"Well, pardon me, but I think there's more to life than laundry!" She snapped. "But whatever helps you pass the time, I suppose."

"What else do you suggest I do?" Elijah snapped. "We've been here for ages, and nothing is happening!"

"You really do have a lot of nerve, Elijah Mikaelson!" Selina snapped as she sat up straighter in bed. "Are you saying it's my fault that your daughter is taking her sweet time making her way out of my vagina?"

"Will you shush?" He hissed. "Don't yell things like that where people can hear you!"

"Really?" She raised an eyebrow. "Vagina! Vagina, vagina, vagina! We're in a fucking hospital where babies are born! If there was only one place in the world where I could say the word vagina, I think it would be here!" Then she got a twinkle in her eye. "And…penis! Penis! Penis!"

Elijah rolled his eyes and looked at his knees as he tried not to blush. "You really are unbelievable!"

"Makes sense that you fuss about nothing since you're a prudish old man with a handkerchief in his pocket!" Selina taunted. She, of course, had embroidered handkerchiefs of her own but they were more collectables to her than something she used every day now that disposable tissues existed.

Elijah's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "I though you liked my handkerchiefs! You've been lying to me all this time?!"

"I said what I said to get you off my back, but I never liked them. Or at least not as much as you do. They're things that are supposed to be covered in boogers! Do you want me to throw them a parade?"

"Fine," he spat, giving up on folding his handkerchief neatly and just shoving it in his back pocket, making it very wrinkly.

They glared at each other in stubborn silence, until Elijah went over and grabbed a tennis ball that had been left in the room, then sat down with it and began throwing it against the wall.

"What's that?" Selina asked, sitting up a little straighter, her eyes not leaving the ball.

"Are you blind, sweetheart?" Elijah questioned as he caught the ball again. "It's clearly a tennis ball."

"Where'd you get it?" She asked as she tried to get the ball from him.

"Hey, this is my tennis ball!" He chided her.

"It most certainly is not!" She snapped.

"Okay, it's Sean's," Elijah confessed. "He took pity on me and left it here, so I'd have a way to pass the time! Or at least I think he did. Why else would it just be sitting on a table?"

"My grandson, my ball!" Selina protested, her hair whipping around as she shook her head. "Give it to me right now!"

"No!" Elijah shook his head and held it out of her reach. "I saw it first!"

"You give it to me, Elijah Mikaelson!" She cried, leaning over to try and catch it that way. "You may be bored, but at least you can leave if you want a change of scenery. All I want is a damn ball!"

Before Elijah could protest any more, he was interrupted by a knock on the hospital room door and the clearing of a throat. "All right, you two," Sean chided. "I understand this isn't always the way you've given birth to your gazillion children but…Grandma Selina, you need to be calm and in bed." He stepped into the room and gave them both very stern looks.

"We understand," Elijah nodded, realizing it was time to admit defeat. "And we're very sorry."

Selina scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "You may be, but I'm not!"

"Good, now that we're all calm, I think it might be best if I took that ball with me," Sean said, grabbing it when Elijah offered it to him. Then, just as he put it in his pocket, his phone rang. "Excuse me," he said, then answered the call. "What's going on, Sophia? Yes, yes, I see. Is the ambulance on its way? Great!"

"Nothing too bad, I hope?" Selina asked. "With this storm, I can imagine that there are quite a few people in distress."

"Selina, you don't need to know that," Elijah scolded. "It's none of our business to poke into the lives of strangers."

"Actually, it's not a stranger and it is somewhat your concern," Sean told him. "I can't tell you specifics of course but…your brother Kol and his wife seem to be on their way in."

Elijah rose to his feet. "What?"

"Did something happen to Amy?" Selina questioned. "I hope it's nothing too bad."

"I'm sure it isn't," Elijah told her. "Maybe Amy had her baby too and that's why they're here."

"Oh, wouldn't that be neat?" Selina smiled.

"Well, it looks like you don't need me to tell you anything," Sean smiled. "Now, I think you two will be all right for the time being. I need to go now. Excuse me."

"Of course, we understand," Elijah nodded and grabbed Selina's hand in his. Their childish feud seemed to be over, at least for the moment.

"Would you take care of them, please?" Selina called.

"Of course," Sean assured her just before he left the room. "You don't even have to ask. I'll be along later to check on you again. I promise."