Selina Warren Mikaelson shifted restlessly in her hospital bed, making little noises of discomfort.

"Don't pull the IV out," Elijah told her without so much as looking up. "Read your magazine. That will distract you."

Rolling her eyes, Selina picked up the magazine from her lap, flipping pages in a way that kept up with the beat of her heart on the monitor placed by the bed. She tried to read for a few seconds, then growled and threw the magazine on the floor.

"Why is this taking so long?" Selina snapped at her husband, who was sitting on a chair by her bed. "You're supposed to have quicker deliveries after the first one so I should be delivering at the speed of light right now!"

"You asked me the same question not even five minutes ago, Selina," Elijah told her as he looked up from his phone where he was scrolling through the news. "Sean told us that as son as he got the results of the tests he would come and tell us, but not before. You and the baby are being monitored and everything is fine so you can stop worrying!"

"I know," she began to cry, a hand over her belly. "But we don't know what's going on with the baby, and I've never…I never bled like that before. And I don't know what's happening with the animals and the house and…I haven't been this scared for a baby delivery since I was human!"

Elijah smiled and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "I texted our neighbor George to see if he could tell me anything."

"You did?" Selina asked, wide-eyed. "What did he say?"

"He said there was a little damage to the farmhouse, but it's nothing we can't fix. Also, the barn is still in one piece. A few wooden panels need to be replaced but that's all." He then caressed her face in an attempt to calm her down.

"Oh, thank goodness!" She exclaimed with a sigh of relief. "I don't think I've been so worried about something in a long time." Tears were rolling down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away. "What else did the storm do? Is it…is it still going?"

"Yes," Elijah sighed. "Apparently, it'll hit here in the city."

Selina sighed. "Well, that's not very comforting."

He took her hand. "We're going to be fine. We're in a hospital. They have very powerful generators here."

"It would have broken my heart to lose our home, Elijah. You…you built that house for me," Selina told him. "It's so precious to me." Then she gasped.

"Okay, okay," he grabbed her chin gently and grinned. "I think your hormones are taking over now. Just take a deep breath. This is nothing to get all worked up over."

"And why not?" Selina cried, slapping his hand away. "It's not my hormones! It's the thought of losing something that is a testimony to how much you love me!"

"Oh, there are so many ways I could show you how much I love you besides a house, woman," Elijah assured her. "The farmhouse…that was nothing…that was…" He trailed off, blushing.

"Yes, Elijah Mikaelson," Selina insisted. "It was your way to show you how much you loved me." She smirked. "Don't tell me that you forget why you built me the house in the first place."

Elijah just smiled and nodded. "Of course, I haven't forgotten," he said. "The farmhouse was a piece of my heart I was handing you. A way of saying that after so long, I finally wanted us to be us. That I couldn't live through eternity without you." The confession was a long time coming as he took her hand and gently kissed her forehead. "But if you would have refused, I would still have liked for you to carry that piece of my heart with you."

"You're such a romantic, and a complete fool if you don't know by now how much I love you," she whispered with a sniffle. "I love you so much, even when I'm mad at you, like I am right now."

Elijah smiled. "Well, that's reassuring. And I love you too, Selina Warren Mikaelson. So much that I can't put it into words, not really. So much that it hurts sometimes." He then reached up and wiped her tears away.

"You know, I think the two of you are the best proof that long-lasting love does exist," came a male voice with a little laughter in it. Then they turned and saw Junior give them a smile as he entered the hospital room.

Elijah backed up slowly, avoided Junior's gaze, and gave an uncomfortable cough. He didn't like to show emotions in front of people, especially those as deep as he'd just shown Selina. "Hello, Sean. We didn't hear you come in."

"Obviously," Sean replied with a wink. "I was in the hall because I didn't want to interrupt your declarations of love." Then he came to Selina's bedside. "How are you, grandma?"

"You know how much I hate it when you call me that," Selina reminded him.

"Yes," he teased and was even bold enough to ruffle her hair. "That's why I do it!"

"Can you behave like a doctor for even just a moment and tell us if something is wrong with Selina or the baby?" Elijah asked worryingly.

Sean nodded and gave Elijah a salute before clearing his throat and getting to business. "I just got the results of a few tests I ran to make sure everything is normal with your labor so far. You're only dilated three centimeters, and it hasn't changed since you arrived. So I think it will be a long night for you. As for the other tests, everything is absolutely normal. You'll be holding a healthy baby in your arms by tomorrow morning at the absolute latest.

Elijah closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you!"

"Well, you're welcome, Elijah!" Sean grinned.

"But how could things be normal?" Selina asked worryingly. "For heaven's sake, I lost blood!"

"Nothing to worry about. It's called bloody show and it's completely normal," Sean told her. "Losing your mucus plug is one of the ways your body prepares to deliver."

"Oh, thank heavens!" Selina let herself fall back onto her pillow as she grabbed Elijah's hand, a large grin on her lips.

"See, darling, everything is normal!" Elijah said and brushed some of Selina's hair out of her eyes. "We'll meet our little girl soon!"

"Well, it depends on how you define 'soon'," Sean butted in, earning himself a murderous glance, this time from Selina.

"I'm glad you cleared things up for me," she said. "But now, would you just be quiet?!"

"Yes, ma'am," Sean saluted her too, just as the electricity went out."

"What the hell?" She screamed.

"Don't worry," Sean was quick to reassure her. "We have the best generators money can buy! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…" he trailed off as the lights came back on. "Now, what was I saying?" He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I think I better be going for the moment, since it doesn't seem like I'll be delivering anyone anytime soon. I hope it won't be too long a night for either of us."

"Thank you again, Sean. You've been a big help," Elijah told him.

"Oh, it's my pleasure," Sean returned. "I can't wait to be here with you and meet your little one."

Klaus ran up the stairs leading to their bedroom, then gave the bedroom door a good push with his shoulder, before making his way inside and dressing himself in a t-shirt and jeans.

The loud cry that echoed all through the house alarmed him so much that he sped down the stairs and stood in front of the leather sofa. Angelica was where he had left her, her legs wide open as she screamed from the top of her lungs because of her labor pains.

"Are you okay?" He asked worried.

"Does it look like I'm okay, Klaus Mikaelson?" She snapped, moving her arm from her forehead so he could see her glare at him. "Does it? I'm in labor for grandpa's sake! Of course I'm not okay! I'm in terrible, excruciating pain!"

He lowered his head and grinned. They were finally at the moment she would scream her head off at him. It would be a walk in the park! Not!

Suddenly, there was a loud bang outside and he wasn't smiling anymore. He raised his head to look out the window into the darkness outside, the wind whistling as it picked up speed.

"What happened?" Angie cried. "Was that a patio chair that just flew past our window?" Her jaw dropped.

"Don't worry about that," Klaus shook his head. "I've been in many storms in my life and I promise this won't get in the way of us delivering our baby girl, love." He put a pillow behind her head.

"Don't call me love!" She snapped, grabbing his left arm. "It's because of that stupid nickname and your stupid penis being in me that I'm in all this pain!"

"Well…" he chuckled. "I wouldn't call wee-wee a 'penis'. He's so much more than that."

"I don't fucking care! All that matters to me is that you and your fucking swimmers made me pregnant! I certainly didn't do it myself! And now…shit, it hurts!" she screamed through clenched teeth

"It's gonna be okay," he tried to reassure her. "Just breath slowly, in and out, and in and out…just like they had us practice at our Lamaze classes."

"I'm scared, Klaus! The contractions are getting closer and closer together and…the storm of the century is raging outside!"

"You don't need to be scared," he assured her. "I'm right here with you. And this isn't my first rodeo with the whole 'giving birth' thing." He tried to stay cheerful, but he couldn't keep all the worry from his voice. "Do you…should I carry you to the bedroom?"

"No," Angie shook her head, closing her eyes tight. "I can't move. It won't be long before I have the baby. I just know it!"

"Our baby, sweet love," he winked, sliding his hand behind her neck to pull her closer and give her a kiss. "Let's do this! Let's give birth to our baby girl, shall we?" Then he stood up, muttering to himself. "I'll need clean towels, and water in a basin, some scissors…"

"Not to be technical, but you know that I'm the one who's actually having the baby, right, Mikaelson?" She yelled. "Or did you forget?"

"I didn't, and I'll help you the best I can," he assured her with a wink. Then he grabbed the towels and set them down by her legs. "Next: Water!" He put a finger in the air and headed to the kitchen.

"Breathe in, breathe out," Angelica told herself, closing her eyes tight. Part of her even wished that Grandpa was watching and would protect her, although she doubted it. She didn't know if she trusted him anymore. But at least she had Klaus. She could always trust him.

Just as she was about to get relaxed, there was a large bang that echoed through the hacienda. She opened her eyes just in time to look out of the window and see bright flashes of lightening, then a boom, just as the power went out.

"Klaus!" She cried, terrified and wanting to cry. "Klaus, where are you?" She was so used to being in a house full of people, to the point where you could call out and someone would come and help you immediately. But that wasn't the case here. She and Klaus were all alone in the dark…

"Don't worry, I'm here," he called, lowering the basin of water on the coffee table and lighting some candles.

"It's bad, isn't?" She yelled. "We won't be able to have our baby!" She began sobbing uncontrollably. "It's a tsunami! We're all gonna die!"

"What are you talking about?" He asked as he sat down next to her and slid his hand between her thighs. "I can feel her head." He gave her a smile. "No damn storm or any other damn thing will stop me from seeing our baby girl for the first time!"

Just then, there was another loud bang and a tree branch crashed through a window, sending glass flying. Luckily, none of it hit either of them, although Klaus practically through himself over Angelica anyway.

"Oh, my grandpa!" She cried when he let her go. "There's a tree branch in our living room!"

"Doesn't matter," Klaus shook his head. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Angie nodded, even though she was a little shaken.

"Good," Klaus replied. "Now…push!"

"Hello? Hello, is anybody there?" Amy Mikaelson Burke hit the elevator doors with her fist and held her belly with her left. "I'm stuck in this elevator and I'm pretty sure I'm going into labor! Please, if you can hear me, I need help!"

Unfortunately for her, all that met her pleas was silence.

Amy growled and sighed, then looked down at her belly. "What am I going to do, little one?" She asked her little boy as she wiped a tear from her cheek. "You wouldn't believe how much I miss your father right now.

Suddenly, an intense labor pang overtook her, causing her to bend over, eyes shut tight. "Shit, it hurts!" She yelled into the silence of the cabin before taking a seat on the floor and leaning against the wall of the cabin with her eyes shut tight. "Breathe, Amy, breathe! If need be, you know you can give birth by yourself." She then raised her skirt up so she could prepare to give birth. "Don't you worry, Kol. I won't let anything bad happen to this child. Our child, Kol."

In the meantime, in the lobby of the skyscraper…

Kol rushed inside, his soaking clothes sticking to him like a second skin.

"Oh, Mr. Mikaelson!" Gerald cried. "Thank god you're here!

"Oh, you've said it, George," Kol told him as he shook the water out of his hair. "You wouldn't believe the storm out there. And as I can see…" he raised his head to look at the ceiling. "We've lost power here in the building, haven't we? Good thing Amy is safe upstairs, even if it means I have to climb up so many stairs to reach her." He gave George a wink and a friendly slap on the back, before turning to head for the stairs.

Then he froze as George spoke again. "About that, Mr. Mikaelson…" He coughed.

Kol froze and turned. "What? What is it, Gerald?"

"Well, your wife needed to get some groceries, and…"

Wide-eyed, Kol gave the man a shake. "Don't tell me that she's out there all alone in the middle of a storm!" He gestured wildly out the window. "She could give birth any day now!"

"She made it back safely," George was quick to reassure him. "I got her onto the elevator and pressed the button…but just after, we lost power, except for the generator in the lobby and by the stairs. I don't think she had time to reach the penthouse before that."

"Are you saying that my wife is stuck all alone in an elevator?" Kol asked, his intense gaze not leaving George's face as he went pale.

"I tried to reach her cell phone, sir. I truly did. But she didn't answer. And no answer came from the penthouse intercom either." George shrugged. "I swear on my life I tried several times."

Kol groaned. "So she's definitely stuck, very pregnant, in an elevator all alone with no cell phone and no light? What level was she on when the power went out? Can you tell me that at least?"

"I don't know for certain, but I think it was between the seventh and eighth floors," George informed him nervously, relieved that he could tell him at least that much.

"Oh, fuck!" Kol exclaimed and sprinted toward the stairs.

"What are you doing?" George called after him.

"Saving my wife!" Kol replied without turning around. "What else?"

"It's going to be all right, little one," Amy tried to assure her son and herself as she rubbed her belly and tried to ignore her labor pains. "One way or another, you'll come out, I promise."

She had placed her raincoat under herself to serve as a blanket and grabbed a bottle of water to wash her hands. It wasn't the best but it would have to do for now. Last but not least, she got out a pair of scissors that she kept in her handbag and put them near her.

"Since your father can't be here, we're going to do this, you and me, okay?" She told the baby, a tremble in her voice. "When my next contraction comes, I'll start pushing."

She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, in and out through her mouth for a little while before a loud noise overhead made her start. The elevator had moved! It seemed like someone was trying to get in!"

Her cell phone lit up the small space and it gave her the chance to raise her head and watch the ceiling. Not long after, the small door over her head opened.

"Amy!"

The welcome voice almost brought tears to her eyes, the one that she wanted to hear most of all.

"Kol?" She cried, just to be sure it really was him and not some desperate hallucination. "Is that you?" She was truly dumbfounded. "Or am I…am I hearing things?"

"Yes, it's me, darling!" Kol replied. "Just stay there. I'm coming!" Then he promptly jumped into the cabin before Amy could say another word

"Oh, Kol," Amy cried between laughing and crying as he put his arms around her and she squeezed him back as if she'd never let him go. "You found me! I can't believe you found me! I was hoping…"

"I know you were," Kol nodded, squatting beside her and pushing hair out of her eyes. "And I hope you know too that I'll never give up on you, no matter what it takes."

"I'm so happy you're here," She grinned and tried not to wince as she kissed his hand. "I'm in labor!"

He chuckled. "Your sense of timing is impressive." He chuckled and began to roll up his sleeves. "You always have."

"What are we going to do?" She asked, her voice full of worry.

"Well, you're just going to rest there with your legs open. I'm gonna deliver our son." He gave her a wink and washed his hands with the bottle of water just like she had.

"I can't believe you chose now, of all times, to go all Indiana Jones on me," Amy said, rolling her eyes.

"I can't believe this is a surprise for you. I thought you would have realized that's who I am long ago." He grinned and pushed some sweaty hair out of her eyes.

"I'm scared," she told him.

"You don't need to be," he shook his head.

"Oh, yeah?" Amy narrowed her eyes. "When exactly was the last time you delivered a baby?"

"In Africa, three years ago," Kol replied. "I know that's not the same as yesterday but…it's something, right?"

"What? How am I learning this just now?" Amy's jaw was on the floor.

He shrugged. "Well, you never asked, did you?" He leaned forward and kissed her lips to try and distract her from the pain of another contraction. "Ready to do this, darling?"

Amy reached up and caressed his scruffy face. "You know you're crazy, right?"

"About you?" Kol smirked. "Now, open your legs as wide as you can. It's time to deliver our son."

Ellie raised her head to look at the dark clouds filling the night sky. A heavy rain was falling, soaking her hair and her clothes, as strong, violent winds battered her body.

Why? Why had she left Alistair and Astrid's nice warm house to drive down a deserted road during a huge storm? Why? Her car had run out of gas not too long after her contractions started. Not knowing what else to do, she had just enough time to pull off on the side of the road and pull out her cell phone to try and alert someone about what was happening to her.

But it didn't take too long for her to realize that she had no connection. "Great," she muttered to herself. "Just fucking great." She then held her belly with both hands and gritted her teeth under the pain as she leaned her body against the car door. A few minutes ago, she'd felt a different kind of water between her thighs and dripping down her legs. Definitely not rain water! Her water had broken, and her contractions were getting closer and closer together. Her only hope was to try and flag down any car that came her way and ask for help to get to the hospital.

"Help, Steve, please!" She yelled at the sky. "I know we're not on the best of terms right now probably, seeing as how it isn't even your grandkid that I'm in labor with right now, but…" She paused as the rain and wind continued to hit her. Fifteen minutes and no one had passed by. Soon, her only option would be to get in the back seat and give birth alone!

Suddenly, Ellie narrowed her eyes and shook her head as she tried to get the rain away and clear her vision. She thought she could see two headlights approaching! A car was coming her way! What luck!

She raised a hand over her head to give a wave and try to flag the driver down, but the pain was becoming unbearable, and she doubted she could move enough to really do something the driver would notice. She just hoped the lights she'd left on would be bright enough.

The driver passed her at first, leaving Ellie feeling shocked, angry and sad, even though she knew that it was crazy to just try and flag down any stranger in a car. But she was desperate! She shut her eyes and prayed before the man finally got out of his car and came back to her.

"Thank…thank you," she got out. "Please, I need your help!" She yelled at the stranger as he approached. Then her eyes widened as she got a good look at him and realized he wasn't a stranger after all. "Julian? Is that you?"

"Eleanor!" He exclaimed in shock as he ran a hand through his wet hair. "I thought I was hallucinating! What are you doing in the woods in weather like this?"

"I…I ran of out gas," she explained, keeping one hand on the car and the other on her belly. "I think I'm the one who should be asking what you're doing here!"

He shook his head to get the water out of his curls. Damn, she was a vision!

"Well, after…after I hung up on your call, I…I was overcome by a very bad feeling, okay?" He spat. "I really felt like you were in trouble.

"No need to yell, for fuck's sake!" Ellie shouted. "It's not like I asked you to come rescue me! Sorry for the inconvenience!"

"You might not have asked me, but don't you think it's a blessing that I came when I did to help you after you acted so stupidly, Mrs. Morningstar?" He asked slyly.

"Don't call me that!" Ellie snapped, gritting her teeth. "Don't you ever call me that name again, or…" she trailed off. "Shit!" She cried. "Shit, shit, shit! It hurts!"

"Eleanor?" Julian questioned, coming to put an arm around her waist. "What's wrong? What's hurting?"

"I'm in labor, you moron!" Ellie cried. "That's what hurts!"

Julian's jaw hit the floor, his brain taking a few seconds to register what he'd just been told. "Why didn't you say something to me immediately?" He scolded. "Why did you just stand around and yell at me while we're in the middle of nowhere under a raging storm?"

"Cause you seemed so intent on hating me rather than helping me," she explained, then closed her eyes against the pain of another contraction.

"Let's get you to my car. I'll get you to the hospital." He put an arm around her shoulders to steady her. "Can you walk?"

"Yes, but I don't think we'll make it to the hospital," she informed him as they walked the short distance to his Mustang.

"Why the hell not, woman?" He snapped before opening the passenger door.

"Because I can feel the baby's head coming out!" She yelled furiously, then let out a scream.

"Fuck!" He yelled. This was just what he needed to happen. What more could be done to him today?

After the initial shock had worn off, Julian had pulled a blanket that he used for emergencies from the trunk (and if there was ever an emergency, this was it, for fuck's sake), before he helped Ellie lie down on it in the backseat of the Mustang.

She closed her eyes and pulled her skirt up, then rested her hands on her belly and continued to breathe.

Meanwhile, Julian had thrown his vest in the front seat and was rolling up the sleeves of his drenched shirt, giving Ellie a very good view of his muscular forearms. Then he poked his head through the back passenger door. "All right, what do I do now?"

"You'll deliver the baby, that's what you'll do," Ellie snapped.

"Would you just…lay off?" He snapped back. "It's not like I've done this before, Eleanor!"

"Don't worry," she snapped. "You'll learn fast. You don't have any other choice!" Then she cried out in pain.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he quickly apologized. "Just please…tell me what to do."

"First, get my panties off," Ellie said as she tried to avoid screaming from another contraction.

He nodded, glancing in her direction and placing a hand on either one of her hips so he could slide her panties down her silky legs. He held his breath, his gaze brushing her skin, his thumbs caressing her inner thighs. Before he could brush the thoughts away, he looked up, and his burning gaze met hers.

Then he realized where he was, and what he was doing, and gave an uncomfortable cough. "Sorry." He then slipped her panties off and threw them in the backseat. "There!"

"Thank you," she said, blushing bright red.

"Don't mention it," he told her. "What happens next?"

"Do you see the head?" She asked, breathlessly.

He pulled her legs apart and nodded. "Yes I do."

"Okay, I'm going to push now," Ellie told him.

"I guess you should," Julian nodded. "There's not much else you can do, is there? You push and I'll…I'll deliver your husband's baby, even though it should be his job, or his lackeys' job, or whatever, and you should be in a mansion wrapped in a cashmere blanket instead of out here in the rain looking like a drowned rat!"

"Oh, for god's sake, are you kidding me?" Ellie shouted and then let out a scream before speaking again. "Do you really think that this is the right time?"

"Well, what else do you want me to say?" He questioned.

"You do realize you're the stupidest man in the world, Julian Johnson!" She spat.

"Real nice way to treat someone who's helping you," Julian hissed.

"Well, you deserve it!" Ellie spat. "You're the stupidest man in the world for believing that I would go to bed with my husband again after I went to bed with you!" Then she let out another scream.

"What are you saying?" He asked, dumbfounded, once she'd quieted.

"I'm saying, you idiot, that the baby coming out of me right now isn't Lucifer's! It's yours!" Ellie told a suddenly pale Julian. "This baby coming out of me is your freaking daughter!"