It didn't take long for the crowd to calm down and resume mingling, laughing, and drinking champagne.

After the big confrontation between her mom, her mom's gun, and John Wade. Elise realized there could only be two outcomes: either Mr. Wade had left her parents house, or was hiding himself in the crowd in the hopes that her mother would leave him alone. Either way, his actions had caused a lot of trouble for her family and close friends.

Though finding out that he was related to Diana had been a huge shock, she had to admit that his confrontation with her normally bubbly and sane mother had been the highlight of the whole wedding so far. Without him, it would have been another mundane affair that would have bored her to death, so she supposed she had to thank him for that.

Smiling to herself, she spotted the caviar canape table and made her way over, shoving one in her mouth. Then she turned, wide-eyed and looking like a chipmunk storing nuts for winter, wiped her mouth with her hand, and cast a hunted look left and right, in hopes of an escape.

He was coming toward her, a devilish smile curving his lips, hands buried deep in the pockets of his perfectly tailored trousers.

She took a few steps toward the crowd, hoping to just melt into it, but he stopped her.

"You know," he said smoothly, not taking his eyes off her, "when we met, you didn't seem like the sort of woman who would run from anything or anyone."

She stopped, a smirk curving her lips. He'd called her a woman! Turning, she gazed at him and tilted her head. "When you met me earlier Mister Wade, I was unaware of who you really were, or the damage you seem to have done to…"

"Yes?" He smirked. "Finish your sentence. Don't stop on my account."

"To the guests at this wedding," she finished, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. It had been a close call. She needed to keep silent about the fact that she was a Mikaelson.

He laughed, stopping a few feet in front of her. "Of course, Ms….? I'm sorry. I seem to have forgotten your name. I'm so sorry."

"You haven't forgotten it," she corrected. "You don't know my name because I've never given it to you." She crossed both arms and raised her chin "And I have no intention of telling you may name at all because there's no reason to. We'll probably never see each other again.

John chuckled, unperturbed. "Beautiful. Intelligent, mysterious…you seem to be the ultimate prize, Ms. "I will hide my true identity from that jerk'." He paused. "Someone has talked to you about me, haven't they? Care to tell me what all they said?"

Elise shook her head. "And let me just point out that you called yourself a jerk and not me." She shrugged, hoping that would lead him to believe she was indifferent to him. "Just out of curiosity, why are you still here? I got the impression earlier that more than a few people here would be glad to see the back of you."

"That's very true," he told her. "But I was given some time to find my plus one and leave before they tossed me out." He smiled.

"It was very kind of the…the hostess to give you even a second to breathe considering she was pointing a gun at your face not too long ago." Elise grinned. "It's even more surprising that a woman agreed to be your plus one considering all the fuss you've made." She paused. "Or did you bring a man?"

"Are you hoping it was a man because you're jealous of another woman being intrigued by me?" He asked, arms crossed. "I would say I'm right and the thought scares you so much that you'd rather run than face it."

"You would like that, but you'd be wrong," Elise said. "Sorry if that bruises your ego. "I wouldn't want to keep you any longer by going on and on about nothing, Mr. Wade. "My best disregards." She turned on her heel and began to walk away, then heard him speak again.

"You seem very interested by what went on between me and our hostess earlier," he told her. "You couldn't stop staring at me. I wouldn't hesitate to call seeing me the highlight of your day."

Elise froze, her heartbeat picking up inside her chest, turning to face him once again. "Like everyone else here, all the noise and commotion caught my attention. There's nothing more to it, Mr. Wade."

"Maybe so," John grinned, his eyes twinkling. "But I doubt that anyone else at the party was imagining me naked." He winked. "And you shouldn't feel offended that I know. I was thinking the same thing about you."

Elise blushed, her hands balling into fists. This man sure had some audacity!

"What are you doing here?" A new voice demanded. "You of all people, should know that you don't belong!"

John turned and found himself face to face with Arthur Gray.

"Hello to you too, Mr. Gray," he greeted him smoothly. "And congratulations on your wedding."

Arthur scoffed, not in the mood to thank him. "I doubt my mother would have put your name on the guest list."

"Technically she didn't," John confessed easily. "I came as a plus one."

"Will you just leave?" Arthur snapped. "If you don't, I'll give my mother permission to bring out her shotgun again." He was absolutely serious, not even blinking as he stared John down.

"I never meant to cause a problem," John replied flatly. "This young, charming lady here can attest to that."

"What young lady?" Arthur asked, then moved as if he were swatting a fly. "Never mind. I don't have time for you or your shenanigans, Wade." He sighed, then turned and headed back to the majestic farmhouse.

John turned to see Elise's reaction, but she had vanished.

"If you think this will deter me, my dear," he chuckled to himself. "You have no idea how much I love the chase!"

"Knock knock!"

Gabrielle turned away from the mirror she was looking into and acknowledged the visitor standing in tie doorway, smiling at him.

"Got a minute for an old friend?" Baltzar asked, smiling back.

"I'm sure there's five minutes she can give you," Selina reassured him. "After all, you have a special gift to give her." She made her way to the door so they could have some privacy and winked, turning to the bride. "See you later, Gabrielle!"

"Thank you for everything, Selina," Gabrielle called after her, pulling her silk dressing gown closer to her body.

"It's my utmost pleasure," Selina assured her. "I couldn't ask for a better daughter in law." She took one more deep breath then closed the door behind her to give the other two some privacy.

"What do you have there?" Gabrielle asked at last, pointing to the black box with a white ribbon he held.

"This?" Baltazar held it up. "You know me. I like tradition.

"Is that so?" Gabrielle smirked. "And what traditions are those? You've never followed any tradition I know of!" She chuckled.

"I think I will this once," he replied, looking her over. "You look beautiful. It could have been us today."

"Oh, please," Gabrielle laughed. "You and I know each other so damn well that it would have been a hell of a marriage. You probably would have gotten bored with me."

"I guess," he responded with a grin, holding the box out. "This is for you."

Gabrielle took the box and pushed a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes, smiling. Then she undid the ribbon, opening up the box and pulling out a blue garter with delicate lace. "Oh, how appropriate," she laughed and smiled.

"I thought so," Baltazar agreed. "But I asked Ms. Mikaelson if it was okay for me to give it to you."

"Oh, I'm sure she wasn't even shocked by the question." Gabrielle winked.

"No, you're right," Baltazar shook his head and laughed. "Didn't faze her in the slightest but I'll get her someday. Her and that daughter of hers. Roxie's hard to surprise too. Nothing gets past her."

"Thank you for this," Gabrielle told him and kissed his cheek.

"You're welcome," Baltazar blushed and smiled. "Would you tell me something?"

"Anything," Gabrielle returned easily. "What would you like to know, my friend?" She walked over to the mirror, balancing her leg on a chair so she could put the garter on.

"Are you sure you're making the right decision with this Arthur Gray business? I know you don't love him, Gabrielle."

She froze for a few seconds, eyes closed, then let out a nervous laugh. "You know me, Baltazar; I've never believed in fairytales. Arthur Gray is going to give me a good life. A perfect life."

"But that will only work if you don't have feelings for the man," Baltazar pointed out.

"Oh, you mean like you don't have feelings for one of my granddaughters?" Gabrielle raised an eyebrow.

"Don't change the subject!" He snapped. "Laurelle and I have nothing to do with what's going on between you and Arthur Gray!" He said, hands on either side of his waist.

"I'm doing what needs to be done, Baltazar!" She snapped. "I'm securing my future with a wealthy man and you're refusing love given freely to you by pushing my Laurelle away!"

Baltazar looked away, avoiding her gaze. "I'm doing the best I can here. I'm protecting Laurelle. I'm surprised you're not thanking me!"

She shrugged. "We are eternal, Balti. My blood runs through her veins. She knows what she's doing, and if she thinks you're the one, you are!"

"I don't think her father would agree with you," Baltazar protested, heaving a sigh.

"Adrian is her father, not her keeper," Gabrielle reminded Baltazar sternly. She'll live her life as it pleases her, and if she wants to be with you, there's nothing you or he can do about it!" She pulled a cigarette from a golden box and lit it, waiting to see what he'd say to that.

"Well, if that's what you think, you'd be wrong," he said. "I think she's forgotten about me already. Doesn't care about me at all. Found her at some party in the middle of the woods with a bunch of werewolf punks on a moonlit night. Naturally they all transformed while she was there."

Gabrielle's eyes widened and her jaw dropped, causing the cigarette to fall on the floor, smoking a little before Baltazar stamped it out, hoping there was a witch around that could get the stain out of the carpet.

"Please tell me you're joking!" She begged.

"No, I'm not," Baltazar shook his head. "But she's fine. I got her out of there just in time and brought her to the safety of her aunt Roxie's club."

Gabrielle made a face. "So let me get this straight: you would rather she be mixed with a gang of young studs instead of just admitting that you had feelings for her?" She shouted, just shocked she had to say something like this out loud.

"Yes!" Baltazar shouted back. "But I don't accept criticism from a woman who chooses to be in a loveless marriage instead of admitting your actual feelings for Arthur Gray!"

Gabrielle went pale and looked away. "Thanks for the gift," she mumbled.

"You're welcome," he returned, making his way to the door.

"And one more thing," she got out as he gripped the door handle. "You know my granddaughter is here today, right?"

He knew she was hoping to shock him, but he just nodded. "I figured as much," he said. "Have a beautiful day, Gabrielle." And on that note, he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

He headed to the reception tent, hands buried deep in the pockets of his gray trousers. He turned his head and someone lounging against the side of the farmhouse caught his attention. Laurelle. He rolled his eyes and headed over to where the brunette was trying to hide.

He reached her and grabbed her arm, snatching away the cigarette she was holding.

"Hey!" she yelled, glaring at the intruder. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Wondering when the hell you started smoking!" He snapped, throwing the cigarette on the ground and stomping on it.

She rolled her eyes. "And just why are you here? You think you need to rescue me from big, scary cigarettes too? You gonna throw me over your shoulder again and put me in time out in the farm house?"

"I am here," he replied, running his fingers through his hair as he paced, "because your grandmother is my friend, and it is her wedding. Remember?"

"Oh, right," Laurelle rolled her eyes. "Well, stop wasting time with me then! Go spend time with the bride! You don't have to babysit me or…sleep with me anymore to keep me on a leash!"

Baltazar frowned. "What? What leash? Are you serious right now, Laurelle?" He was mad but he couldn't help looking her over.

Fuck, she was beautiful! She was wearing a pair of high heels and a long, silky black cocktail dress with a high slit, giving him a good view of her right leg.

"Why are you looking at me like I have the plague?" She asked, blushing as she crossed her arms over her chest.

He groaned, cursing under his breath. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Laurelle, I'm looking at you because you're beautiful." He shook his head and sighed.

"R-really?" she eyed him quickly.

"Really," he nodded. "I promise I'm not lying."

"And it's not because you're bored and want to fuck me to pass the time?" She was absolutely serious.

Instead of getting offended, he burst out laughing. "You know, you really are something else, woman!"

She glared at him. "Was I something else when you lured me into your bed?"

He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh but said nothing.

"That's what I thought," she said, her voice breaking.

She tried to pass by him and get away, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. This made her bump into his bulging chest, crying out as she lost her balance.

In no time at all, he grabbed her around the waist and held her steady.

When she caught her breath, she gave him a long, hard look. "Let me go…" she whispered, her breath picking up as her heart drummed in her chest.

"You, young woman, know nothing about what I feel!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "You have no idea how the smell of your perfume lingers in my memory, keeping me awake night after night. And it never stops! You have no idea how I've forced myself, day after day, to stay away from you. You have no idea how erotic my dreams about you are! How my heart, soul, and body long for you! How I want to be buried deep inside of you for eternity!"

Laurelle blushed, blinking several times as she took in his words as he leaned forward, his lips barely brushing hers.

"Why then?" She mouthed over his lips, her voice breaking.

"Because, my sweet woman, I'm trying to protect you from me!" Baltazar whispered kindly. "I've been around, Laurelle. I've…I've done thing…very bad things, and I don't want you to suffer because of me. It has nothing to do with me not being attracted to you, or just wanting to have a one-night stand with you. I'm doing all that I am because I care deeply about you."

Laurelle scoffed and shook her head. "Someone who cares deeply about me should want to be with me," she got out, tears rolling down her face. "That person shouldn't want to break my heart and throw me out of his life completely. That's not caring about someone. It's not loving them. No matter what you think."

"Loving someone is keeping them safe, even if it hurts you," he replied breathlessly, leaning forward so his forehead touched herds. "I will never, ever forget our time together, Laurelle. You'll be in my heart forever."

She closed her eyes so he wouldn't see the tears that she could feel wanting to fall down her cheeks and neck. "Screw you, Baltazar!"

Pulling her arm free of his grip of steel, she stumbled backward before grabbing a fistful of her skirt and running away

"Laurelle!" He called after her, knowing she probably wouldn't look back.

She ran and ran, finally reaching the large farmhouse and resting against the side as tears blurred her vision and cold wind slapped her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, excuse me…" Klaus muttered apologies to several guests as he made his way to the canape table and bar.

When he'd spotted Angie five minutes before, he knew had to join her. It seemed like a real emergency.

He nodded at the server who was standing before her and looking like he was seeing a monster. Klaus felt for the man, knowing exactly what was going through his head at the moment. It wasn't every day you would go to work and see a bombshell brunette scarfing down food like a hippo. When that happened, it meant she was stressed and about to break down completely.

He came to stand behind her slowly and carefully, not touching her and speaking in a soft voice. "Sweetie? Love?"

She froze, turning slowly and locking eyes with him like beast about to eat its prey. "What?" She snapped.

"I just…" he shrugged and tried to keep his tone nice and light. "I just wondered what you were up to. That's all."

He could barely understand her, her mouth was so full of food. She growled menacingly and snatched even more to eat off the plate.

"Looks like you're eating some food, aren't you, sweet pea? A few canapes?" He got out, raising a hand to tuck some loose hair behind her ear.

She flinched and took a step back and gave him a look that could kill.

"I…I think she ate more than a few, sir," the nervous waiter choked out. The young man looked terrified and rightly so.

But Klaus just shook his head and put a finger to his lips, hoping he wouldn't talk anymore.

Angie then looked back and forth between them and, without another word, snatched up the last tray of canapes that she hadn't touched yet.

The server stumbled backward, horrified, and ran back behind the table.

Klaus talked firmly, trying to stay as calm as possible. "Give the tray back to the server please. Love? Sweetheart?"

"Food, mine!" She threatened in a very un-Angielike fashion as she held the platter close, eyes red.

"Yes, well…don't you think you've eaten enough already?" Klaus knew for sure that she hadn't. The amount Angelica was capable of eating was impressive, especially when she was upset or stressed. And sometimes, even when she wasn't. She'd won the contest at Jimmy's Chicken Hut for eating the most hot wings in half an hour, and so far, no one had been able to beat her record. He tried to pull the tray out of her hands, and she let out a shriek like a wounded animal.

"Why are you taking my food away from me?" She asked, her voice trembling. Her dress was a little stained and she even had some food in her hair, but she didn't seem to notice or care. He reached up and pulled the food off, throwing it over his shoulder.

"Well…" He managed to wrestle the tray away from her and give it back to the horrified server, who scampered away as fast as possible. "You do remember that my brother and your lovely aunt Selina are hosting this wedding, right? If you eat all the food, there won't be any left for the other guests, love. Are you going to be okay, or do I need to get your…"

Her eyes narrowed and she actually interrupted him. "If you say you're going to get my father…no! Just leave me alone! Food makes me feel better! Eating makes me feel better about my fucked up family!"

"Just take a deep breath," Klaus urged. "And try to stay calm. Nothing is wrong that can't be fixed. You are a strong, intelligent woman, and you don't need your father. He's not even here! Your hormones are talking."

"What?" She asked him, dumbfounded.

He cleared his throat and quickly looked away. "Well, I mean, you know…maybe it's your time of the month." Then he swore under his breath. His foot was really in his mouth now! This wedding was not the time for Angelica to find out she was pregnant. Selina and Elijah didn't deserve the sort of scene that would come with that reveal.

Angelica narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "Klaus Mikaelson, what do you know about my time of the month anyway? It certainly has nothing to do with why I'm so hungry!" She poked his chest. "Mind your own business!"

"Of course it's not," Klaus said quickly. "Silly me!" He glanced at the server, who was now grinning at them, before grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the table. Then he pushed her behind a pillar where they wouldn't be seen. "Okay, what's going on? Tell me."

"I mean," she sniffled, her brown eyes wet with tears. "It's just finally all come to hit me in the face, I guess. I'm trying to come to terms with all the shit going on with my father, and I know I'm doing the right thing for both of us, but sometimes…sometimes it's so hard to have to keep telling myself that every damn day and night! But I think…I think I'm doing a really good job sticking to the boundaries between him and me."

"Yes," he agreed immediately, caressing her cheeks. "You're doing such a good job with that. I'm really proud of you!"

He couldn't explain why, but she was so damn sexy and beautiful when her nose and cheeks were red.

"But now…on top of that, my by and large lost, but now suddenly found again grandpa is coming back…" she sniffled. "And it's a mess again. I just…" she bit her lip to hold back tears. "Why does this always happen to me?"

Klaus pulled her close. "Well, if it's any consolation to you, I think your newly found Grandpa John is nothing like your pushy, clingy, suffocating father." he winked.

"It's not funny!" Angelica protested, punching his chest. "And why are you speaking up for him? Do you like him or something?"

"No, I wouldn't go that far," he shook his head. "I'm indifferent and you should be also!"

She nodded, sliding her hands over his chest and playing with his tie. "I'll try!"

Klaus smirked, looking down at her hands. "You know, if you keep caressing me this way, we could visit one of the many bedroom suites around here, and maybe…" he leaned forward, his burning lips kissing her cheek and then going down her neck as his right hand pushed the slit of her dress up her right leg. He waited for her to try and stop him. To protest. But to his surprise, she didn't.

He continued up her upper thigh and found her panties, beginning to rub her, first gently, then harder.

"Keep going," she whispered, kissing him hard. "That's good, keep going. Harder! Harder!"

He rubbed and rubbed until at last she climaxed and fell against him, trying to catch her breath before casting a hunted look around. "It's good no one saw us." Then she smiled and kissed him again. "That was so good! I needed that."

Then she noticed the bulge in his pants and the grin on his face as he tried to pick her up. "You know," he said slyly, "since you seem to be in the mood, like I told you before, there are empty bedrooms not far away…" He unzipped his pants, and she looked at him, her eyes full of outrage.

"Zip up, would you?" She snapped. "This is a wedding! We can't just have sex in your brother's home!" She pushed him away, adjusted her dress and yanked up his zipper after making sure nothing could get caught in it. "Honestly, can't you think of anything besides sex?"

"Not where you're concerned," he said. "Although I don't know why you're so skittish now when you were quite the noisy thing a few seconds ago."

"That wasn't sex!" She snapped, blushing. "That was…medicinal. It was for my health!"

"I'm sure," he said and gave her a spanking. "You've been a bad girl, and I won't forget this!"

"Oh, go to hell, Mikaelson!" She snapped, turning on her heel and walking back into the crowd as he tried to think of cold water or dead animals or anything to get himself turned off.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself. "It was better when she was eating!"

Nico opened the front door and grabbed the man who stood in the entryway by the sweater, pulling him inside and slamming the door shut.

"Hey, be gentle," Milo told him as he stumbled. "I'm a delicate flower!"

"Where the fuck were you?" Nico cried frantically as he hit his cell phone with his hand. "I called you fifteen minutes ago!"

"Well, pardon me," Milo drawled. "Next time, I'll be sure to teleport myself, Captain Kirk!" He rolled his eyes. "Do you know what the traffic is like at this hour? And…my car in the shop at the moment so…" he blushed. "I had to take the bus!"

"I don't give a fuck about how you got here; I need you Milo!" Nico grabbed his arm and pulled him into the living room.

"You know," Milo grinned teasingly. "I've been waiting to hear you say that. Are you ready to expand your playing field? You like men too now?"

"Shut up for once and just follow me," Nico replied.

It didn't take long for them to get to the living room where Michelle was still screaming at the top of her lungs.

Milo was started and looked hard at his friend. "Oh, no, no! If you two got into a fight, and she's yelling at you, I won't be the one to help patch things up. I'd rather go back to the club and have her aunt yell at me instead."

"We're not fighting, you moron!" Nico snapped and swatted his head. "She's in labor!" He held Milo's face with both hands and kept his gaze just to make sure he understood the gravity of the situation.

"What? Milo took another look at Michelle, who was holding her large belly with both hands, her legs spread apart as she lay on the sofa.

"I've tried to reach what seems like everyone in the whole world, but no one is answering my call!" He lifted his phone in the air. "They're all at the Gray wedding at the Mikaelson farmhouse!"

"Oh, fuck, you're right!" Milo ran his fingers through his dark hair. "And I heard something about bad weather approaching. Maybe that's why cell service is wonky.

"I would have called an ambulance ages ago, but when I tried, I couldn't get a phone signal!"

"What's he doing here?" Michelle growled and glared at Milo. "Was he the best help you could find?"

"Michelle…" Nico reached her and knelt next to her to push some strands of sweaty hair off her forehead. "I know this is hard, but breathe the best you can, slow and steady."

She grabbed his wrist and squeezed hard enough that he almost cried out. "It hurts like hell and it's all your fault!"

"Well, I don't think it's entirely his fault," Milo corrected. "It takes two to tango, but…" he shrugged. "What do I know?"

"You," Michelle narrowed her eyes at him. "Shut the fuck up!"

"Someone else is coming too," Nico was really nervous now as he rushed to the door. "I'm sure we'll be able to help you."

Meanwhile, Milo removed his leather jacket and threw it on the chair, then pushed up his sleeves. "Sit down and rest your feet on the coffee table. I'll go boil some water and get clean towels." To their shock, the usually emotional Milo was calm and collected.

"Who the hell are you?" Michelle asked after several seconds of staring. "And what have you done with Milo?"

He smirked. "I'll take that as a compliment!"

"Okay, so…is she in labor right now?" a new voice broke in. Then Natalie appeared with Nico. She then watched as Milo helped position Michelle comfortably as possible on the leather sofa. What is he doing here?" She cried out, pointing at her ex.

"Come on," Nico begged, feeling like he was about to explode from stress. "We don't have time for this now."

"Yeah, it would be so helpful if you wouldn't be childish," Milo snapped at her. "We have a baby to deliver and it's important that we focus!"

She snorted. "It's interesting that you're the one telling me to grow up when it was you who was playing games and kissing other women behind my back!"

Milo sighed. "I know you can't stand the sight of me, and I get it, but…today all I want is to help Michelle deliver her baby. I don't want to cause trouble," Milo returned dryly.

"And how will you do that?" Natalie returned. "By joking like a child and being a jerk?" She began pacing back and forth.

Michelle growled in pain as a contraction took her by surprise. "Could the both of you just shut up? Damn it, this hurts!"

"What are you waiting for, Mister I Know Everything?" Natalie rolled her eyes. "If you know so much, why can't you just deliver the baby already?"

"I would be able to if you brought me hot water, clean towels, and a pair of scissors," he snapped.

"Right, cause you're Mister Doctor now!" She cried.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, you two!" Nico rubbed his temples. They were giving him more of a headache than Michelle and that was saying something.

"Yes, that's exactly why!" Milo told her firmly. "I've enrolled in a program for the Council hospital so I can become doctor. Grandpa…" he stopped and swallowed. "Grandpa Sean and Grandma Sarah are very proud of me."

Natalie and Nico stared at him, speechless and open mouthed.

"Wow," Michelle said at last, completely dumbstruck. "I think you've surprised us all so much that I didn't even feel that last contraction!"