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Outtakes

Finn, Klaus, and Kol in the nursery (pre-baby)

Klaus tried to shove the front bracket of the crib into the back railing. He growled in frustration as the wood refused to fit together.

"Brother, calm yourself," Finn said as he looked over the instructions, "That bracket goes into the front railing of the crib, not the back."

"How in the hell do you tell the front of the bloody crib from the back?" Klaus yelled as he let the wood fall to the ground with a clatter.

"It's simple," Finn demonstrated as he retrieved the fallen wood and easily slid the wood into their right places, "If you're not an arse about it, it works."

Kol sat in the corner of the room studying the box the crib came in, "Is this even the same crib?" He held up the box for his brothers' inspection, "This crib is wood, but the one on the box is made from metal."

"Well, obviously the instructions are universal no matter what material the crib is constructed from," Finn mused as he continued putting the wooden pieces in their rightful places.

"Show off," Klaus muttered while he handed Finn more pieces of wood.

Elena and Klaus in the formal dining room

Elena rushed Klaus, pinning him against the wall as she lifted him off of the ground.

"I won't tolerate disrespect any more, Niklaus," she spat at him, crushing his windpipe, "I won't hesitate to rip your heart from your chest and feed it to you. Do you understand?"

Klaus nodded sharply and Elena allowed him to fall to the ground.

Elena's entire demeanor changed in an instant as she offered her hand to help him up, "Would you like some blood?" She asked sweetly, "I wouldn't want my brother-in-law desiccating, now would I?" She walked in to the kitchen as Klaus remained on the floor.

"Bloody psychotic pregnant woman," Klaus rasped out as he struggled to his feet.

"I heard that, Klaus," Elena's voice singsonged from the adjoining room.

Elena and Elijah in the nursery (post baby)

"Do you think she'll ever act like a normal baby?" Elena whispered to her mate as they gazed at their daughter's sleeping form in the crib.

Cece was almost a year old and she had yet to act like a normal child. She hardly cried, she was patient with her feedings, and she had even started walking when she was just seven months old. She was advanced to say the least. She slept through the night as soon as she was born and required less assistance than most children.

"It seems as if she's as independent as her mother," Elijah smirked at Elena and drew her close, placing a gossamer kiss on her lips. The child woke at the sound and held her arms up to her mother.

Elena rolled her eyes as she carefully picked up her child, "And she's as demanding as her father."

Elijah enveloped his wife and child in his arms as the sun began to rise.

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