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Recently I was blessed with teen pregnancy. That was sarcasm, teen pregnancy isn’t a blessing it’s very much a curse. It’s really not the greatest thing in the world when your baby daddy would never believe you. He might’ve at one point, but that was before we got into a huge fight. We split up and made a point not to run into each other. I took a break from everything that happens in my god awful town, and he eventually left. It’s not like I can call him up and tell him.
Lets just say that my baby daddy can be childish. He holds grudges, is cocky, full of himself, overbearing, paranoid, and sometimes he’s a little psychotic. At the same time he is protective, caring, and secretly has the biggest heart ever. That’s why I loved him. His ego tends to get in the way, and that’s why we broke up. That ego of his that gets in the way, it’s fucking huge. I guess it’s just in his blood.
Unfortunately I can’t be honest when I tell people who the father is. I always say he was a one night stand that would’ve never stuck. I do know who the father is, there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s the father. It’s kind of insane that he got me pregnant because he’s part vampire and they can’t procreate. After thinking about it for a while I realised how possible it really could’ve been. I mean he is the Original Hybrid, and the impossible tends to happen around the Originals.
Niklaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid, the Great Evil, and my baby daddy. It’s fitting that something like that would happen to me. He would kill me if I told him the truth and he might kill me if he ever finds out. That sums him up perfectly. He has so many enemies that I can’t even count them all, that’s why I haven’t mentioned to anyone that he’s the father. Even my friends would turn on me if they knew.
My friends never supported our relationship. Bonnie and I are very close because we share something in common, we’re witches from very powerful families. Caroline and I have always been joined at the hip. I was the one who made her a daylight ring after she became a vampire because I knew she would do well. Elena and I are friends by proximity. She’s friends with Care and Bonnie so we just became friends because of that. We’re not really close, and I’ve basically been tolerating her for the past few years. She’s become insufferable since she met the Salvatores and found out she’s a doppelganger.
Care is the only one who kind of accepted my relationship with Klaus. She only did it because she saw how happy he made me. They managed to tolerate each other, and she was the only other person who saw a glimpse of the real Klaus Mikaelson. Once we broke up, she hated him again. It was as easy as that for her. She has always been by my side, especially when my mother passed away.
It’s not uncommon for the women in my family to raise their children alone. My dad died when I was a baby and my mom raised me on her own. She died a few years ago. It was during my freshman year of highschool. I forged papers saying that a relative came in from out of town to live with me and raise me. That was a complete lie. The only other person who knew that was a lie was Bonnie’s grandmother, Sheila. She protected my secret and would check on me constantly. Now pretty much all of my friends know that I lied all of those years ago.
When my mom died I was left with everything. My family has compiled a lot of assets over the years and I got access to everything when I turned eighteen. Before that I got a monthly allowance from her death benefit that helped me stay alive. I also received benefit checks from the government for being an orphan. I didn’t struggle to survive, and I could never work in my life if that’s what I want. There’s enough money that I could kick back and raise my child comfortably. I’m pretty sure, depending on the economy, all of my inheritance could last a few generations. That’s what my family originally planned after all.
Despite all of that, I still worry about my future and what I will do to support my child. It is hard to grow up in a house without a father, that I know. It changes you as a person and it doesn’t make you happier. I also want to set a good example, so I plan on finding a career. I don’t want to dip into my inheritance that often. Though I have decided to move away from Mystic Falls. I’ve told people that, but I haven’t mentioned a date. That’s because I want to be leaving by the time I mention it. I told Care, but I swore her to secrecy. She doesn’t know I’m packing because she would never let me do this on my own if she knew.
If you’ve never carried heavy boxes when you’re twenty three weeks pregnant, then spare yourself. I should have hired movers because it’s killing my back. I had to put off moving for a while because of everything that was happening in town. After a while I had to give up and say I wouldn’t help anymore. I needed to get the hell out of dodge before giving birth. The bright side is that I am very small for twenty three weeks. I haven’t shown much throughout my pregnancy. I can still wear baggy shirts and people can’t always tell that I’m pregnant.
Currently all of my friends are graduating high school. I should be there, but I’m using that distraction to get done before it’s all over. I want to be long gone by the time they’re finished. I have special spells and charms all around my house and body protecting me and the baby from almost every threat imaginable. Magic can’t even be used around me. I can use it, but it’s blocked for everyone else. My family is used to running and being alone so we’ve got books full of similar spells. They say you can’t find a Herveaux witch unless she wants you to.
Music was playing throughout my house as I worked. It drifted outside easily thanks to the open windows. I am constantly listening to music and it’s a must have for something like moving. I was carrying a few boxes out to the front porch from the kitchen. Everything inside was nearly packed up. The only rooms I have left are the living room and what used to be an old study. It was full of grimoires and random papers.
As I set the box in my hands on the front porch I felt a gust of wind hit me. It was a welcome feeling as it cooled me down. The heat today was no joke. I’m glad I braided my hair this morning or I would be struggling with it right now. The humidity and heat always makes it get frizzy because of how curly it is. I hope my baby gets my hair. It’s a pain to deal with, but so pretty.
My heart leapt out of my chest when I stood up because I wasn’t alone. The gusts of wind hadn’t been natural. The cause was the devil himself, my baby daddy dressed up in a suit. Why’s he in a suit? He never dresses up. It’s a nice look on him, I mean it’s hard for him to look ugly. He’s literally the most attractive man I’ve ever met and the British accent only adds to that.
“Evangeline,” Klaus said while giving me this odd look. He was paying close attention to me, but there was something else. It reminds me of when he used to get mad at someone for something and come to find me. He always said that being around me made him happier.
“Klaus,” I said in surprise, “what are you doing here?”
“Why aren’t you at your graduation?” He answered my question with one of his own.
“I’m moving,” I pointed out even though it was very clear.
“You skipped your graduation to pack?” He asked for clarification.
“I plan on leaving tonight,” I told him and went over to sit on one of the rocking chairs. He stayed standing, but walked over to lean against the railing of the porch.
“Where are you going?” He was curious, that’s all.
I smiled, I couldn’t help myself. I love when people ask me that because I give them all the same response, “I’m not telling anyone.” I folded my hands and rested them on my stomach out of habit.
He hummed and looked at me for another moment. “You don’t have a ring on, did you not get married?” He asked and that confused me. My face scrunched together and I replayed the question in my mind.
“Why would I be married?” It sounded preposterous in my mind. I literally have no options. I’ve been single since we broke up.
“You’re pregnant so I assumed you married the father,” he sounded jealous as he said it. I couldn’t help when my head fell back and I laughed my ass off. It was the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while. It just shows how things used to be.
“I never told the father, so no, I’m not married,” I told him and worded it in a way that wouldn’t give anything away. Maybe I should tell him. He’s here to see me, so maybe things have changed. I don’t want to risk him trying to kill me, that would put my baby at risk.
“Why didn’t you?” He was curious and wanted to talk to me. This is how he behaves when he wants to hear my voice.
“Well,” I let out a heavy sigh and decided to be honest, “I doubt he would’ve believed me. The circumstances weren’t great, and he has a bad temper. I wouldn’t put it past him to do something very bad to me, so I decided not to tell anyone. He tends to make rash decisions.” That was probably too much and too specific, but I couldn’t help myself. If he figures it out then it’s better if I were to tell him outright. He always reacts better that way.
“How far along are you?” I wished he never asked that question.
“Why does it matter?” I asked because he was being oddly curious. I expected him to be upset and paint me as a whore in his mind.
“Humour me,” he said instead of giving me an answer. There was something about him that was different. It felt like he was more considerate and patient. Something happened.
“Twenty three weeks,” I said quickly, so it would be less likely that he’d hear me. He heard me just fine, and it didn’t take him that long to do the maths.
“Who’s the father?” He asked immediately. I didn’t answer him. He moved forward an inch and I got a glimpse of his temper again. “Who’s the father, Evangeline?” He didn’t just want the answer, he needed it.
“You are,” the two words floated past my lips barely above a whisper. I was waiting for the melt down, but it never came. He was so calm that for a moment I thought he wasn’t breathing. That made me anxious.
“Are you sure?” His voice was gentle and patient.
“I’d never cheat on you and there is quite literally no other option,” I responded as fast as possible. I didn’t want him to doubt me for a second because that would probably result in my death.
“Have you bought a house?” He switched the conversation so fast I was reeling. He didn’t even have any more questions about my pregnancy.
“Sorry, what? Why on earth would you accept that answer? I didn’t know it was possible until I started throwing up every time I woke up,” I added a little too much information.
“A group of witches lured me to New Orleans. They claimed that I got this girl pregnant. The dates were close enough and Elijah convinced me that it was true. A few days ago it became clear that I was lied to, the girl had slept with someone else and it wasn’t my child. Elijah had known that for a few weeks and decided not to tell me. Before I left, a witch informed me that it was possible, even if it hadn’t happened yet,” he explained and remained calm.
“You told me you didn’t want kids,” I reminded him.
“I thought I didn’t,” he said while looking at nothing at all.
I laughed, well aware that he can’t keep his eyes off of me when I do that. “Niklaus Mikaelson, I always knew you were a big softie,” I said while laughing.
“Careful, love,” he had no real bite behind his words.
“So what do you plan on doing?” I put the ball in his court. It was his turn to make the move and determine what he wanted in life. I’d give him another chance for the sake of our child.
“It will be a long time before I even think about forgiving Elijah for his transgressions. He gave me false hope, so I’d like him to suffer,” Klaus said and I saw the old parts of him come out to play. He was plotting something in his mind already.
“And how do you plan to do that? I’m sure he’s used to the dagger by now,” I thought aloud.
“By doing the one thing he would never expect, leaving them all behind and falling from the face of the earth,” he told me as a smirk made its way onto his lips.
“How will you do that?” I’m going to make him work for it.
“You used to say that you wanted to disappear from this town. If that is what you plan to do, then I will follow you, if you’ll have me,” I was surprised that he had the decency to add that last part.
“It will be permanent. I don’t even want to go to the grocery store more than once a month,” I warned him. I don’t want him to be bored and then decide he wants to leave. If that happens then I’ll have to move again and I don’t want to go through that trouble.
“I am willing to make that sacrifice,” he told me with a smirk.
“Fine, but you’re helping me pack,” I said while finally getting up. He smiled and followed me into the house.
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For seven years Nik and I have lived in the Rocky Mountains. We’re in the western part of Montana. The house is so deep in the woods that it's hard to find and get to. It’s a big house, but we own so much land around it that no one comes around. We grow a huge garden that stays alive in the winter thanks to magic. We also keep cattle, horses, sheep, hogs, chickens, and a few rabbits. Most of the time we don’t even have to go to town to get anything. Well stock up once a year on nonperishables.
We stay busy with the girls. I had Francesca Rose first. Then I got pregnant again a few months after I had her. I gave birth to Georgina Dawn second. I had a troublesome birth with Francesca and actually had heart failure. I died, but her blood saved me. I came back in transition. We weren’t sure after I turned if I could still have kids, but it turns out I could because Georgina came around not too long after. I figured out a good spell to keep me from having kids.
After we moved out west I managed to forgive Nik. He’s embraced his caring side and treats our daughters like they’re princesses. I feel like the smile never leaves his face. We got married before I gave birth the first time. It took him a while to convince me it was a good idea, but I gave in eventually. I somehow became a hybrid after my transition, don’t know how, but I’m not upset about it.
Our days are simple and filled with laughter, just how I like it. We take care of the garden and the animals. We’ll go exploring on our land, we cook, and we normally take on random hobbies. Right now Nik is teaching Francesca to paint, she’s loving it, and Georgina is jealous. Gigi can’t focus long enough to paint, but Nik always helps her out. Normally she leaves his lessons to find me for some reason. Nik loves that he can share art with them.
Sometimes it’s hard to manage the girls with only two of us. They can be a lot to handle, but we’re safe. Staying safe is the most important part of all of this. I’ve talked to Care a handful of times over the past few years. She mentioned that she somehow had twin daughters not too long ago. It was some crazy supernatural surrogacy, but she loves them like they’re her own. I know it makes her beyond happy to have kids.
Nik hasn’t heard anything from his siblings. It would be nearly impossible for them to get in contact with us, but we haven’t even heard that they’ve been trying. It could be that it’s not a big deal, or they’re not trying. We know most of them are in New Orleans. We also heard that Kol and Finn managed to get resurrected. Also, Nik’s older sister who was supposed to be dead is apparently alive. He’s made it clear that he still wants to keep his distance. It’s not just a grudge he’s holding anymore, but he doesn’t want to put our daughters at risk either.
While it would be amazing to have a large family and let the girls be around their aunts and uncles, it’s not in the cards for us right now. Maybe in twenty years, or so, when they’re adults. It could even be possible in their teenage years. For now we want to worry about loving them as much as we can.