This was inspired by two songs. First half was inspired by the song Devil Inside by London Grammar and the second half is inspired by the song The Wolves and the Raven by Rogue Valley. If you haven't heard these songs, I recommend them. They're awesome.

Reason for writing this...just Because *shrug*

Disclaimer: Not mines. Excuse any misspelled words I missed.

ENJOY

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Klaus entered inside his bedchambers meeting with darkness. The only light in the room was from the moon shining through his balcony window. His eyes went straight to the Californian seeing his wife sound asleep. Quietly he walks fully into the room and shuts the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes as he peeled off his black leather jacket following the rest of his clothes. After the long day he had, all the hybrid wanted to do was lie in the bed, cuddle with his little witch, and sleep but such desires had to wait. First, he needed a shower.

Before he goes into the bathroom, he threw his soiled clothes in a black trash bag and left it in the corner by the door to pick up later. He stepped one foot inside the en suite bathroom, the whole room lit up showing the Victorian style decor. Out of all the rooms in his home besides his bedroom, Klaus' favorite was his and Bonnie's bathroom. One of the reason why he loved it so much was the fact that his wife designed it herself just for him.

She knew exactly what he liked. The floor Mesa beige glazed porcelain tiles with the small mosaic accent triangular designs throughout was the space. The flooring complimented the rich cream stone tiled walls and dark brown woods on the Victorian style his and her sinks, cabinets and linen closet. In the middle of the bathroom was their – but really Bonnie's – huge cream-colored oval in rectangular clawfoot bathtub. NO ONE was allowed in the tub except Bonnie. The tub was simply for her relaxation. It was a rarity she would invite her husband to join her. However, when she did, it wasn't for relaxing but for other rambunctious activities.

It didn't matter to hybrid much. Klaus really wasn't a bath kind of man. What he enjoyed was showers and his wife knew it. From the color of the backsplash to the lighting, his wife picked out everything to match his needs for the Original's king sized shower. Though he was only one person, he enjoyed and loved the fact that it was spacious. In the corner of the shower was a built in cushioned bench to relax on. On the shower walls, Bonnie installed shower jets, twelve in total. However, the best feature that Bonnie granted him was the square rain showerhead above him. It was the right size to cover his whole body. A kingly fit for a spoiled king, his wife told him.

Klaus slid open the glass door leading to his personal oasis and slid it back to shut and lock it. He turned the old world bronze nozzle to cut on the showerhead above him. Soon at the water hit his skin, instantly he transported to another place. He was calm. He was safe. He was home. All the stress and rage he felt from before had washed away along with the blood that stained his body.

His eyes fell to the floor seeing the swirls of red going down the drainage. He then cast his sight on his arms and hands seeing that the previous injuries he had before healed already. The only way he could tell there was something there was the slight redness in the places he been cut. He looked down at his chest seeing the red splotch on his skin where he was stabbed, a few inches away from his heart.

Seeing the evidence that he was indeed okay, Klaus closed his eyes and recounted everything that happened the past two days from start to finish.

Klaus and the rest of the Mikaelsons along with Marcel and Gia had been a part of an all out battle between the vampires and the rogue witches who named themselves the Magnolias. The threat first started only a month ago when one of the rogue witches announced that their coven leader wanted half of New Orleans. If Klaus didn't comply with their demand, they promised to burn New Orleans and everyone in it to ashes.

To answer the question, the rogue witches found the witch that sent Klaus the message head on a pike outside their coven quarters. The hybrid never took kindly to threats and he simply told them so. He then wished them a good night and left. Little did the Vampire King knew, the messenger was in fact the coven leader, Willamina, only daughter. To pay them back, the next night Willamina showed up at the compound giving the same courtesy Klaus shown her leaving Camille O'Connell's head on the same pike he used for her daughter.

Everything had escalated since that night of Willamina killing Cami, Klaus' closest friend. Left and right rogue witch and vampires fell. Things began to get out of control when instead of killing Klaus' vampires, they were being kept for sacrificial magic and necromancy. Willamina used the vampires to kill and drain the humans in the French Quarter. However, the incident that initiated the blood massacre this night however, was not because of his vampires or his kingdom.

It was always the Original Hybrid's intention to kill all the rogue witches, but this wasn't just any fight to be won. This was an assassination. Willamina came after something of importance to Klaus. Willamina had gone after Klaus' heart.

It all started with a summons.

xx

"You don't expect me to believe this lunacy?" Klaus hollered from the top of the steps.

Willamina had invited Klaus and company to a dinner to discuss a proclamation of peace between them. Since they had both lost on either side, it was probable, but Klaus didn't see that way. He didn't believe the witch had a change of heart so quickly when he was the one that killed her daughter. The hybrid wanted no parts with going to the dinner, but Elijah insisted to see what the coven leader had to say.

Elijah pinched the bridge of his nose trying to speak sense to his brother. "Niklaus, we have lost many on our side as she has lost many on hers. If this is a decree of peace, to end this, we must go."

"I agree with him, Nik." Rebekah spoke up from behind Elijah. "Let's be done with this petty war."

"It started with them making threats to burn down my city!"

"No, it started when you killed that witch that happened to be Willamina's daughter." The woman Mikaelson yelled in kind. "Both Elijah and Bonnie told you not to do anything rash and you did it anyway. Not only did you cause this, almost half of your vampires are dead along with the humans they took with them. Let's not forget Cami."

Klaus remained silent but he felt the ire inside him churning in the pits of his stomach. Before Bonnie, he and Cami were together for some time but in the end they remained friends. Besides Bonnie, Cami was Klaus' closest friend he had and Willamina took that away from him. She was only forty-five years old.

The pitiless hybrid hands clenched the banister turning his knuckles white. The hybrid wanted Willamina and her witches dead and he would make it happen.

"Nik," The hybrid snapped out of his violent thoughts turning to Rebekah. "End this." Klaus only refused again.

"I'll go."

Klaus turned around seeing Bonnie walking out their room with nothing but her silk robe on and semi wet hair. As she came closer, he could smell the lavender from her body wash and the French vanilla from her shampoo washing off the scent from their rounds of lovemaking, which was a month overdue.

When Bonnie was close enough, she wrapped her arms around Klaus' waist and kissed his stubble chin. "Since you don't want to go, I'll go with Elijah in your place."

Klaus narrowed his eyes at his wife not liking the idea one bit. "No."

The softness in Bonnie's eyes turned defiant right before her husband eyes. "Klaus." She warned.

"You're not going." He said again. "You're not even supposed to be here in the first place. You are supposed to be at home." The compound in the French Quarter was their home, but the home Klaus was mentioning was their Tudor style home they had located farther out in New Orleans. When Bonnie heard how bad things were getting, Bonnie hopped in her black Mustang and drove to the compound. That was earlier this morning.

"You needed my help."

"No, I needed you to stay home."

Bonnie let her arms fall from Klaus' side to fold them tightly over her chest. "I wasn't going to stay home while that bitch was out here trying to destroy my home, to destroy my family." The Bennett-Mikaelson witch had been wanting to tear the Magnolia coven leader a part since she found out what she did to Cami. A month later and Bonnie still want to feel the witch's flesh melt in her hands. "I needed to be here whether you thought so or not."

Klaus stared at his strong warrior woman. Yes, he knew that his wife wouldn't stand idly, it wasn't in her nature. Bonnie was a protector. A protector of nature and balance, but before that it was her family. He loved that about her while at the same time he hated it. He hated that he was in love with someone who has such a pure heart as she but he didn't regret. He never could.

He let his eyes wander over his beautiful partner's face. The witch had sacrificed many things for him. He owed her everything, more than people would ever know. Bonnie has given him so much throughout their years together. Before him, Bonnie was a simple girl. She went to school, had friends, had a job. She lived normally as a witch could. She could have had those things back then and he would let her, but instead Bonnie decided to be with him. She loved him despite the warnings her Grams and mother told her when she was nineteen. They knew exactly what kind of creature Klaus was and they didn't want Bonnie anywhere near him and his family.

Even the Salvatores who were friends of the Bennetts for centuries tried to break them apart. Stefan, Klaus most valued friend and whom he saw as a brother for many years tried his damndest to keep his best friend away from Klaus. The hybrid couldn't blame them, but the fact of the matter was, no one could keep him away from Bonnie. He wanted her and she wanted him, damn everyone else who was against it.

Twenty years they have been together and fifteen years they have been married. To be with Klaus, Bonnie did a spell to slow her aging down. She was thirty-nine years old soon to be forty, but she didn't look a day over twenty. His beautiful, selfless, irritating, troublesome, meddling, wonderful, amazing, defiant, strong wife, he adored her…but she wasn't going to that dinner if he had anything to do with it.

Klaus brought his witch to his side and kissed the top of her head. He then pressed his forehead against hers. "I don't want you to go." He says to her telepathically.

Bonnie scowl softened when she heard her husband worried voice floating in her head. She rubbed his belly as she snuggled more into him. "Don't worry about me."

"I will always worry about you." He told her.

"I know that Nik, but I'm not some novice." And she wasn't.

Klaus did not want Bonnie to be a part of his problems. He ruled over the vampires and Bonnie administered the witches. If someone attacked the witches, Bonnie would take care of it. It some attack the vampires and/or werewolves, Klaus would take care of it. It has always been that way since they came into power. Willamina wanted Klaus and Klaus wanted to handle it, though he knew his little witch could take Willamina out without batting an eye.

Bonnie over the years had grown to be one of the strongest witches of their time, surpassing both her mother, grandmother, and Qetsiyah herself. She led ten of the most powerful covens in New Orleans. She was Klaus' equal, Queen of New Orleans or as the supernatural world called her, Mother of New Orleans. The Bennett-Mikaelson witch wasn't the one to be trifled with. She would kill for her family, but she would destroy for Klaus.

"I'll be fine. Elijah will be with me."She felt Klaus shake his head. "Nik,"

"I'm not worried about you." He pointed out.

Bonnie moved her face from his chest to see his face. By looking at him, she knew exactly what he was trying to tell her. She puffed her cheeks out sighing deeply. "Okay," She said aloud. "I won't go, but what are you going to do?"

"Kill her, of course." He shrugs nonchalantly.

"I second that." Marcel chimed in from the west side of the compound.

Bonnie rolled her eyes at her brother/son-in-law's comment. "That will lead to more deaths, Nik. We can't lose anyone else."

She stared her olive orbs up at him and instantly the Original melted. He bent down to kiss her small nose then her plushy pink lips. "You're making me soft." He thought kissing her lips.

Bonnie giggled against his lips. "I would never." She teased.

Klaus placed a chaste kiss on top of his little witch's head. "I will go." Klaus said once he parted with his wife but kept her by his side. "When is this dinner?"

In the end Klaus, Elijah, and Freya went to the dinner leaving Bonnie, Marcel, Rebekah, and the rest of his vampires at the compound.

The peaceful dinner was supposed to start at seven o'clock sharp, seeing the hybrid was a stickler to be on time, he arrived seven o'clock on the dot. Pulling up to Willamina's witch quarters, Klaus felt a chill up his spine. Something was amiss.

"Something is not right." He heard Elijah said from beside him.

Freya nodded her head numbly. "It was a trap, all of it." Everything was becoming clearer as the seconds pass by. "From the day she killed Cami," She shook her head not wanting to say.

"Cami was a pawn." Klaus said it for her. He put the car in reverse.

"The back and forth between us, the killings," Elijah's fingers clawed at his side realizing they all made a grave mistake.

"–Were only distraction." Freya felt her magic burning on her fingertips. "Her revenge came into play a month ago. Tonight was the opening."

"Waiting for the opportune moment to strike, to take out her real target." Elijah finishes staring pointedly at his brother.

"She wants Bonnie." Klaus hissed.

The hybrid drove out the driveway like a bat out of hell all the while calling his wife. When she didn't pick up, he called Rebekah, then Marcel. No one answered.

"No one is answering."

Elijah ended the call he made. "Gia is not picking up as well."

"Freya," Klaus didn't have to say another word. The Mikaelson witch had already vanished out the car. "I'm going to kill her." He gripped the steering wheel. The Original Hybrid was mad with rage. "I'm going to kill her." He said again.

Elijah already having his suit jacket off and sleeves rolled up. "In this notion I am with you, brother."

"I'm going to kill her." Klaus turned a sharp left heading on straight passing the Garden District pushing to eighty rapidly gunning to ninety. "And I'm going to take great joy and pleasure of every minute my hand crushing her heart."

When they finally arrived at the compound, all lights were off. Not wasting any more time, Klaus hopped out the car and entered the darken abattoir. With the light giving from the moon, Klaus could see his home completely destroyed. Walls were broken in, tables were turned, and the stairs and banister were broken.

Elijah came from behind his brother holding an unconscious Gia in his arms. He took in the destruction of their home. His sight then caught the litter of bodies, both vampires and witches dead, everywhere. The air was thick with the smell of corpses and blood. The sight sickened the elder Original.

Clearing his throat, he spoke. "Bonnie might have got out with Rebekah and Marcel. I don't see them anywhere." Soon as the last word left his mouth, a scream shrilled through the air. "That's Rebekah."

Klaus' mind automatically went to Bonnie. Both Klaus and Elijah made their way upstairs following the out pours of torturous cries. When Klaus realized it was coming from his and Bonnie's room, his black heart clenched. When Klaus touched the doorknob, the screaming ceased startling the hybrid. He burst through the door and froze from taking another step forward. The sight lying before him had the Original rooted in place.

It wasn't the fact that Marcel was on the floor with a piece of wood sticking out his chest. It wasn't the fact Rebekah was on the floor bleeding out. It was because there across from him, he could see one of the most important people in his life, his wife, his rock – standing in the middle of the room staring back at him with pitch black eyes.

"Bonnie…"

Bonnie remained. Her body was lax and head lulled to the side. In her left hand, she was holding Papa Tunde's blade.

"Bonnie, love…" He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Come to me, love."

Bonnie's jaw ticked. Her head rolled to the other side slacking her jaw to open her mouth. No words came out but a mindless groan emptying her mouth.

"She's being controlled." Elijah took a step towards Bonnie startling the void witch. Her neck snapped to his direction. She bared her teeth warning to keep his distance. "Willamina is using necromancy."

"But that can only be used for the dead." Klaus turned to Elijah who kept his face forward not able to face his brother. The hybrid blinked slowly. "Are you saying my wife is dead?"

"How else can you explain this, Niklaus." The Original hollered. "Look at her."

Klaus was staring at his wife's soulless eyes filled with blackness and void. He didn't believe it. "No, this is something else. Take Gia somewhere safe and call Freya, I'll handle my wife." He took at step towards Bonnie grabbing her attention. "Bonnie, can you hear me?" Nothing. "Bonnie, love," The witch swayed from side to side. "Whatever happening to you, fight it." Another step. "You have to fight it, Bonnie." His steps got closer and closer until he was standing in front of her.

He raised his hand steadily to touch her cheek. Before his fingertips could touch her cheek, with speed he never could imagine was possible, Bonnie made a move to cut Klaus with Tunde's blade. Seeing it at the last minute, he moved out of way catching her by the wrist. His eyes widen still in complete shock. She was aiming for his throat.

Bonnie was facing her left not looking at Klaus, but she was alert. Her mouth slacked again making a gasping noise as her head falls forward. Klaus reached out to touch her cheek again, but this time she let him touch her. He brought her face to his seeing nothing but a negated expressionless guise on his beautiful wife's face. "What did she do to you?" He whispers to her.

In reply, Bonnie went to cut him again. Klaus swiftly ducks out the way but didn't see her foot kicking him in the stomach, making him stumble backwards.

He straightens himself in time to see the black veins spreading across Bonnie's face and dispersing all over her body. The witch swayed side to side numbly. Klaus in return, vamped letting the gold in his eyes shine and the veins cover across his face. The hybrid dashed towards but was sent back by the flick of Bonnie's wrist.

This was beginning to be the worse night of his long life. He not only had to save the love his life, but he also had to fight her. If it came to it in the end, he would have to kill her and that scared Niklaus greatly. How could he do such a thing? How could he live with himself after it? How could he go on without his little witch? If he killed Bonnie, he wasn't just killing her, but he was killing a part of himself.

xx

"Nik…"

Klaus snapped out of the dark memory. He turned to the left of him seeing his wife standing beside him but not close enough to get wet. She was here. She was safe with him.

"Nik, are you okay?" He could hear the worry in her voice as she stares at him waiting for him to answer. The hybrid simply held out his hand to her.

Bonnie stared down at his hand then back at her husband. She nodded her head and took his hand.

Klaus brought her fully in the shower pulling her flush against his naked body. The water fell over her face then down her neck then towards the rest of her body soaking her nightgown. Klaus pushed her wet hair from her face to see all of her. He wanted to see her eyes. He wanted to make sure this was his Bonnie.

Jade colored eyes stared back at him. They weren't void. They weren't lifeless. They weren't dark. They weren't cold. They held warmth. They were full of understanding and unconditional love. This was his Bonnie. This was the Bonnie he knew and loved for twenty years. She was safe. She was with him.

Having her husband staring at her with such intensity made Bennett-Mikaelson's skin hot. She brought her hands slowly from his sides then up his chest, past his neck, then finally cupping his face. Her nails lazily scratching his stubble knowing it would calm him down. She could feel his anxiousness and dread coursing through him. She hated it.

Klaus leans more into the moving digits and catches one of them, kissing them unhurriedly. He heard Bonnie intake of breath. Not long after he could smell her arousal. His small kisses travelled down to her palms to her wrist then to her neck. Bonnie leaned her head to side giving him more access and the hybrid did not disappoint. He pressed his face between the juncture of her jaw and shoulder sucking the clean water from her neck. Bonnie folded her arms behind his neck to bring him closer. Klaus' hands were everywhere on his little witch. Once his hands found her backside, he hoisted her up.

Bonnie wrapped her legs around Klaus' naked waist as he feast on her heck. Klaus pressed her again the glass door of the shower pressing their bodies against each other making any space that was once between them nonexistent. He groaned when he felt Bonnie's harden nipples pressing against him. Releasing her neck, his mouth covered her clothed nipples.

Bonnie's head fell back to the glass door feeling the pleasure her husband was giving her. "Nik," She mewled.

Her nails scraped against his scalp as he made a meal out of her. Feeling the gratifying sensations of Klaus' mouth, the witch could help but to move her hips against him. A growl ripped through Klaus as her clothed mound rubbed again him. He detached his mouth from her not satisfied. He rips her white silk nightwear down the middle showing her plentiful breast. His stiffness hardens seeing the beautiful sight.

Klaus mouth reattach to her bare nipple making his little witch squeal. His tongue laps the water gathering around her areola sucking them intermittently between delicately and roughly. Hearing the way his wife's moans fall from her pretty lips and feeling her body withering from his touch stirred him up even more.

He needed more. He needed to feel more.

Klaus gripped the side her panties and ripped then clean off. He presses open kisses up her body until he reached her mouth. Bonnie nicks his bottom lips asking for entrance. When he grants her what she wants, Bonnie kisses Klaus deeper pulling him closer to him.

"I missed you." She said in between kisses. "I missed you so much."

The hybrid grunts when his stiffness touched the heat of her fleshy parts. Not able to hold back, the Original slides inside of Bonnie. Klaus takes a moment for her to adjust willing himself not to move. When Bonnie hips rocked against him, he knew she was ready to take all of him.

The witch eyes clenched shut as her husband thrust inside of her. They worked together bringing them to another notch to reach their ecstasy. Their pants hastily turned into grunt and moans filling up their bathroom with their symphonies of cries. Klaus hiked Bonnie legs up higher on his waist wanting to fall deeper inside her. The new position rocked through her.

Just like Klaus, Bonnie needed this. She needed to feel her husband and she did. Klaus made her feel everything that he has been wanting give her all day. He almost lost her last night. He almost lost a part of himself that he would have never got back.

Klaus held onto her tighter letting Bonnie's warmth envelope him. She was open and ready to receive all of him, so he did. He gave her his hurt. His worry. His anger. His madness. His relief. His love. Everything poured out of him with intensity matching his shallow thrusts.

After their shower, both man and wife were washed, dried, dressed, and in the bed. Bonnie was laying on her back sleep while Klaus laid his head on her stomach. He listened to his little witch's steady breathing and the strong beating of her heart. He moves his head lower until he hears it. The small pitter-patter of a small heart beat.

When Klaus meant he almost lost a part of himself in Bonnie, he wasn't talking about himself as a whole, but a part of himself in their child. It was the reason why it was hard for him to fight Bonnie the night before. Of course, he didn't want to fight his wife but he especially didn't want to if it would harm his unborn child. He never would have forgiven himself if he had caused his unborn child harm.

Klaus had known Bonnie was pregnant since she came to the compound yesterday morning. His wife did tell him that she had missed her cycle and she did ask if he could hear anything. He did, but he didn't tell her that. Knowing his wife, Bonnie would have been pissed. It hasn't even been a year since Aleksander was born. It had been exactly eighteen months since Bonnie gave birth to little Alek. To find out she was pregnant again, his wife would skin him alive.

He understood why, he felt the same way. There was already so much on their plate. Adding another baby would be straining on Bonnie, but since she was already pregnant…

The proud father eyed the wooden Viking ship crib beside their bed seeing their son fast asleep. His tiny fist was in his mouth while the other lied by his curly auburn hair. His hair changed three times when he was born. At first, it was black. An hour later, it turned chocolate brown. Later on that night, it finally settled on a reddish brown color. It freaked Bonnie out. Going into protective mommy mode, she was worried that something supernaturally wrong happened to their son. Esther insured her daughter-in-law that her son was fine and healthy.

Remembering her face caused the hybrid to chuckle lowly. As months went by, Alek's hair became lighter and lighter, the complete opposite of what Bonnie thought was supposed to do. Only six months ago, it stopped changing leaving it the way it was now, an auburn curly top baby boy with his father's eyes and two deep dimples on the chunkiest cheeks anyone ever seen.

He had to remember later on to thank his sister for taking care of them. Lucy was there at their home outside New Orleans but Klaus felt better with his sister there. Having Freya in their fold wasn't easy for Klaus at first, nor was it for Freya since Esther was a part of their lives. In time, things had settled down. Klaus came to trust his eldest sister. What brought them closer was their hate for their mother.

The hybrid placed chaste kisses all over Bonnie's stomach as he let his son or daughter's heartbeat soothe him along with his wife and Alek's.

"Hello, my little one." Klaus said to Bonnie's belly. "I'm your father and I cannot wait to meet you." His thumb drew little circles on the side of Bonnie's waist as he continued talking to his unborn child. "Now, if you hear you mother yelling today, it doesn't mean she's mad at you. She will be mad at me, so don't be frighten, my little one. Your mommy loves you even if she doesn't know about you yet." He gave the baby a few more kisses. "We both love you. Your family will be waiting for you. Your Aunt Rebekah and Aunt Freya are going to spoil you rotten. Your Uncle Elijah will teach you everything from sonnets to scriptures." He rolled his eyes. "He such a professor."

"Your Aunt Gia, Uncle Elijah's wife, will protect you with earnest. I don't real care for her, but I thinking you will like her." Klaus taps Bonnie's hip. "Let's see…there's your Uncle Kol. You won't be spending any time with unless it vitally necessary. I wouldn't dare trust him with any of my children alone. Who knows what type of mischief he will drag you in. If I had my way, I would dagger him for another century, but your mother and your aunts won't let me." The hybrid pouted.

"There is Stefan. He's a broody thing, he is. He has the most ridiculous hair, but you'll like him. Other than Elijah, I trust him with my life and Bonnie's especially Bonnie's. He used to love her and sometimes I think he still does, which is why you won't see him around as much. Stefan roams the world with some bubbly blonde who is absolutely annoying, but your mother adores her for some odd reason."

"There's also Stefan's buffoon of a brother, a waste of creation I always call him, Damon. You will never be around him ether. I don't know why your mother cares for the pathetic imbecile, but she does and it is only reason I haven't killed him…yet."

He placed several more kiss on his wife's stomach. "You'll meet your eldest brother, Marcel. When I'm not bothered by him and seconds from sending a dagger to his heart, he is a good son when he wants to be." His thoughts wonder more on his vampire childe. "The prodigal son…always challenging your old man, but you know," Klaus turned his head to the side. "I think your brother was the only vampire childe I was proud of." Klaus thought for a moment. "But don't tell him I said that. I'm still cross with him about him bringing Mikael into town."

The Original rubbed on Bonnie's stomach placing kisses in different place. "You're going to love it here, especially with your mother. She is the most beautiful woman I ever met in my thousand years. When we first met, I hated her and she me. Sheila, her grandmother, who is also your great grandmother, owed me a favor. Like any Bennett witch, she gave me sass and lip but she held her end of the bargain. When it was time to repay the bargain, she brought along your grandmother, Abby, and your mother. It was the first time I even met her. She was young, a novice witch and painfully naïve, but she had fire and power. Power is my favorite aphrodisiac and your mother had a copious amount of magic."

A small smile tugged at his lips. "Your mother was a hell cat. She never backed down from me or anyone else. She was always quick to call me out on my wrongs and she was insanely judgmental. She was maddening. For a tiny dwarf, I couldn't imagine such a tiny thing could be so infuriating. Thank the gods she grew out of it…but she still get on my nerves from time to time."

Klaus stared up at his sleeping wife. "But I love her very, very much. She's a wonderful mother." He kissed the side of Bonnie's hip. "I am honored to have her as my friend, as my partner, as my queen, and as my wife. She is caring, gracious, evil, conniving, sweet, callous, a nurturer, a protector, a great cook. And," His voice carried on into a whisper. "She has the most succulent breast in all the land. You are very lucky."

"Don't teach our child to be a pervert like you please." Bonnie mumbled out her sleep. "The child is not even born yet and you're putting bad juju on them already."

Klaus chuckled deeply. He crawled his way up to his wife and gave her a kiss. "Good morning."

She pulled him into a deeper kiss. "Good morning." Bonnie covered her mouth to yawn. "What time is it?"

Klaus turned to the father clock by the door. "It's five in the morning. You should get more sleep."

"I'm not getting any sleep until you tell me when did you find out I was pregnant." Bonnie raised her brow in question.

"I'm not telling." Klaus laid his head back on her stomach.

"And why not?"

"Because all you're going to do is complain. I rather skip that part." The Original hinted smartly. He closed his eyes feeling drowsy.

"Did you sleep yet?" He shook his head. "What happened?"

"We won." Klaus said simply.

"You killed her right?"

"Do I really have to answer that?"

The witch remained quiet for only a moment. "Seriously, did you kill her?"

Klaus lifts his head to see the seriousness on his little witch's face. A smirk stretched across his lips as laid back down on her. "My, my, my Mrs. Mikaelson, is that glee I hear?"He laughed again when she slapped him on his back.

"Shut up, Nik." The Bennett-Mikaelson witch pouted. "It's your fault. You are a bad influence on me. Your malevolent ways are rubbing off on me."

"Mhmm." Klaus groaned into her stomach as his hands grabbed both of her thick globe. "I'll rub something on you."

Bonnie giggled into her pillow. "You're disgusting. Don't talk like that around my children."

"They're sleep." Klaus began to kiss up their stomach. "And I'm sure," He lifts up his black v-neck shirt she had on to kiss her bare breast. He rewarded her with more when she moaned for him. "You can keep," He kissed her neck then her parted lips. "Quiet."

Her insatiable wolf started giving her neck attention. "Nik…" Her hands fell to his briefs to pull them down until she felt Klaus' hand stop her. "What's wrong?"

The Original only put his index finger to his lips motioning her to keep quiet. Bonnie stared at him half confused and have pissed off for interrupting their sexy time. Her husband pulled down her shirt given them another quick kiss and lied back on her stomach closing his eyes.

Bonnie didn't understand what was happening. Her hybrid's peculiar behavior became clear once she heard footsteps coming towards their room. The witch rolled her eyes but it didn't stop the smile appearing from her face. "I'm telling." She mumbled sly.

"You will do no such thing. Your only allegiance is to me."

Bonnie snorted. "I have no allegiance to cheaters. Ouch, Nik!" She rubbed her sore thigh that her husband pinched.

"Stop questioning my authority and behave then I won't have to punish you."

"Oh, please."

Klaus lifts his head from his comfortable place giving his wife the meanest scowl he could muster. "Do I need to come up there?"

"Do I need to come down there?" The witch batted back.

The hybrid shook his head lying back down. "Why did I marry you?"

"Because you love me?"

"Other than that."

"My personality?"

"Horrendous, try again."

Bonnie snickered. "I can name a million things and you'll only turn it down. Tell me why did you marry me?"

Klaus shrugged. "It was nothing else to do." Bonnie slapped his back hard. The hybrid's boisterous laugh filled the room. "I was only messing about, love. No need to result to violent maltreatments."

"I want a divorce." He laughs again. "I'm serious. I'm out of here. Twenty years down the toilet."

"There is no divorce from me." Klaus joked but really, he was serious.

"Mhmm, you won't feel that way when I drain you dry."

"I knew you only wanted me from my money. Elijah warned me about women like you."

Bonnie snorted. "Women like me?"

"Young trollop women flaunting their womanly wiles on us poor elderly men."

"Goodness, you are an old man if you use the word trollop and womanly wiles."

"And you're a mean old witch hiding her true age. Under that youthful face is an old ugly haggard woman who used to live in a house made of candy."

His wife sniggered into her hand. "You would say I'm the witch from Hansel and Gretel."

"She was the ugliest I could compare you to."

The witch pressed her face into her pillow quieting her laughter but failed miserably. She used the same pillow to whack him on his head. "You're an asshole."

All laughter ceased when they heard their door creak open. Whispers, or what the intruders thought were whispers, filled their room. The bed dipped deeper and deeper beside Bonnie until the trespasser was on top of her leaning over. All the Bennett-Mikaelson witch could see was a pair of sparking blue eyes and a mass of chocolate hair in her face.

"Mommy, are you awake?"

The mother smiled at her second youngest and only girl, Aurora. "I'm awake."

"Good! We're hungry."

"You're always hungry, Ricky." Aurora said to her older brother.

"I am not, Rori. Mommy said it's not good to tell lies."

"I'm not lying"

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not, am not, am not."

"Stupid."

Aurora gasped dramatically. The sound almost made the mother of four, cackle. Her daughter was such a girly girl and the most spoiled child out the whole litter, especially by her father. If it wasn't her father, it was her Aunt Rebekah. She was Auntie Becker's shopping partner by day and daddy's little informer by night, both she does very well.

Aurora was a tiny little thing, just like her mommy when she was little. It was safe to say she would be short all her life, again, like her mommy. Everything on the little girl was all Bonnie, except the chin and eyes. All her children had Klaus' eyes, if not the same, brighter, which sucked for the witch. She loved her children, but just once, she would want one child to take on what her father passed down to her.

Aurora turned her pouty lips and puppy powder blues to her mother. "Mommy," She sniffed.

"You're daughter is going to be an actress one day. Mark my words." The witch told her husband telepathically causing the hybrid to his smile on her hip. "Yes, Sweet Pea?"

"Ricky called me stupid."

"Henrik stop calling your sister stupid."

"Well, she started." The boy complained turning his face away, but Bonnie caught him by his little strong chin that resembled his father.

"Whether she started it or not, it's no excuse to call your sister or any of your siblings mean names."

"Papa does it all the time." Henrik refuted.

"We're not talking about your papa. We're talking about you and your behavior. Plus, your father is a bitter old man with issues, don't let him influence you."

"Daddy said he could do whatever he wants because he's big and strong." Aurora said as plays with her mommy's hair.

"Well, your daddy needs someone to knock him down a few peg."

"Are you going to teach me?"

"Don't tempt me. I don't want to embarrass you in front our kids."

"Be careful. Your ego is showing, dear."

Bonnie steeled her eyes from rolling. It was difficult, but she did it. "No more name calling." Henrik went to open his mouth but Bonnie was quicker. "No more." She said firmly leaving no room for debate. Henrik pushed out his lips pouting cutely. It took everything in Bonnie not to kiss them. Her children were too cute for their own good. "Am I clear?" She was sticking to her resolve.

"Yes, mama." Henrik grunted.

"Good. Now apologize to your sister."

"Mom!"

"Ssh, your brother is sleeping." Henrik buttoned his lips but had a deep frown on his face, another thing he got from his father. "Now, apologize."

Henrik turned to his doe eyed sister who was waiting patiently for his apology. He rolled his eyes and looked away but muttered his apology. In return, Aurora hugged her big brother knocking them both over into a giggling mess.

Bonnie stared loving at her two babies. She loved them so much. They were special. Aside from them being hybrids, their personalities were colorful and brought the dark Mikaelson home to life.

Bonnie and Klaus weren't expecting to have children. He was a hybrid and she was a witch. To procreate, Bonnie assumed that she would have to be a wolf. It saddened the witch in the beginning knowing being with Klaus, she wouldn't be able to have her own family, but she was okay with it. She was fine not having any children, all she needed was her husband.

Nine years ago, Bonnie found herself pregnant. They didn't how it happened or why it happened, but it did. Klaus at first didn't believe it. He accused Bonnie of tainted their marriage being in someone else's bed. The argument they had strained their relationship for months. The hybrid couldn't believe it nor did he want to believe Bonnie was pregnant with his child.

What could a child do for him? A child couldn't grant him power or grant him his kingdom, which he didn't have then. He had no use for it, but then one day while Bonnie was sleep, he heard the child's strong heartbeat. Hesitantly, he laid his hand on his wife's belly and felt a strong kick. Warmth filled the Original's dead heart. It was then he knew this was his child.

It took a while for Bonnie to forgive him, but eventually she did and they raised their eldest son together, who was probably still sleeping in his room. Even though Bonnie forgave him, Klaus never forgave himself for missing out those long months being by Bonnie side. He was thankful his family was there and Stefan…well, maybe not Stefan. The young Salvatore was getting a bit too comfortable, Klaus words.

"Mama,"

Bonnie snapped out of her thoughts hearing her son. "Yes, Rick?"

"Nothing, you were out of it again."

She stared at her growing boy. Her heart twisted painfully. She really did have the most beautiful children. Henrik was a fine mixture between Bonnie and Klaus. The boy was a hair darker than Klaus. He had Bonnie's mouth and nose while he had Klaus' chin and head shape. His hair was a brownish blonde color but became a bit lighter in the summer and darker in the winter.

He was a chill little fellow, always inside of his own head. All of her children were bright, but Henrik was the know-it-all. He always was quick to correct someone and prove that he was right. It vexed Bonnie, but Klaus loved it… at least until Henrik proved him wrong on something, then it was annoying. The child loved to read but not children books. Bonnie knew he was reading book a bit above his age level but she didn't know how serious it was. Seeing him reading the Count of Monte Cristo one day set the mother off her rocker.

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Bonnie snatched the book from her son's hands. "What are you doing?"

Henrik stared at his mother as if she was crazy. "I'm…reading…" He says slowly.

"I know you're reading, genius. What I asking you is what are you doing reading this?" She waved the book in his face. She looked down beside him and noticed other books beside him on the reading table. "Are these your Uncle Elijah's?"

"Yes."

"Does he know you have them?"

"No."

"So you're stealing them from his collection?"

"No, I'm borrowing them."

Bonnie's eyes twitched. "Taking someone's belongings without asking them is stealing."

"So did you ask to wear papa's shirt?"

Bonnie squint her eyes at the boy. She was wearing one of her husband's shirts and no, she did not ask, but that was different. "That's different." She said mimicking her thoughts.

"How?" He wasn't being smart. The youngling genuinely wanted to understand how his mother's actions and his actions differentiate from one another.

"Because your papa and I are married, what's mine is his and what's his is mine."

"If it is that way, then how come you got mad at papa for eating your cookie dough ice cream?" He asked making another point. Henrik specifically remembers hearing his mother saying to his father to keep his filthy paws off her homemade cookie dough ice cream. It was hers and hers alone.

Bonnie knew her son had a point, but still…

"We're not talking about me. We're talking about you, smarty pants." Henrik knew this was a lame attempt on his mother's part to take the heat off her, but he let it pass, because well…that was his mama. "You have books of your own, in your age level. Why are you taking Uncle Elijah's books and reading them. A lot of his books, if not all, have strong adult content."

"Because one," He held on his small index finger. "I read all of them. Two," He held up his small deuces. "Their childish."

"You're five!"

"They're still childish, mama. How much Dr. Seuss do I need to actually read?"

Bonnie stares at her son for a moment then left out the room. She brought this occurrence to her husband and he agreed with his son.

"Are you kidding me?"

"He's has a point. Have you read these books?" Klaus picks one of them up.

Bonnie snatched the Dr. Seuss book from his hand. "Yes, I have. I loved Cat and the Hat and still do. It might be fun word play, but Dr. Seuss was ahead of his time. It's a deeper understanding to his words."

"Which is what? To eat poisonous green food or to let psychotic talking cats in your house and destroy everything?"

Bonnie folded her arms tightly over her chest. "As I recall, I let a psychotic dog into my room."

The hybrid smiled devilishly as he strolled over to his lovely wife. "And as I recall," He wrapped his arms around pulling her close. "You loved the mess I made." The Original whispered before he kissed his little witch's lips.

That was the end of the discussion.

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Bonnie let Henrik read older books but she would have to pick them out herself. Though his son was six now, she couldn't help but to think he was growing up too fast, all of her children. She wanted them to be children and live normally. However, they were not a normal family that did normal things. The truth was she was a witch, her husband was one of the oldest vampires, the Original vampire, and a werewolf hybrid creating hybrid children with each of their parent's components; vampire, werewolf, and witch. Sure, Bonnie liked to think they were like other children, but they weren't. They understood more, could do more, could take more than a normal child could, that was with any supernatural child.

However, just because her babies were special, didn't mean Bonnie had to treat them any differently to where it matters. The same rules apply to them like any other child, human and supernatural alike. Listen to your parents, respect your elders, say please and thank you, wash your hand after you use the bathroom and before you eat, eat all your food (especially the vegetables), take a bath (with soap!), brush your teeth (don't eat the toothpaste!), do your chores, and most importantly, stay in a child's place.

"Mama!"

"Stop screaming child. You're right in front of me."

"You were doing it again."

The witch only stared at her son as she tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "When are you going to let me cut your hair?"

Her boy frowned. "Never." He says strongly. She never could understand why her son was so against getting his hair cut.

"Just a little off the bottom?"

"No, mama. We discuss this already."

Both husband and wife chortled at the diplomatic tone in their son's voice. "Did we really?"

"Yes. You said that I don't have to cut my hair if I don't want to. Even papa said I could."

Bonnie tapped her chin pondering playfully. "I don't remember saying that."

"Mama,' Henrik whined. "You promised."

"Stop whining. You're too old to whine."

Henrik brows drew down. "I'm six."

Bonnie mimicked his eyebrows turning them down as well. "Is that supposed to mean something? You say you're six but you're not a regular six year old boy."

Bonnie felt her head being steered forcefully by her daughter. Aurora wanted her mommy's attention now. "Auntie Freya says he's beyond his years."

Bonnie kisses her daughter chunky cheek making her giggle. "She's right."

"She also says I'm a princess, mommy."

"That's because you are a princess."

Hearing her mother say she was a princess made her happy. She snuggled deeply into her mother throwing one of her tiny legs over Bonnie. "Because daddy is a king?"

"Mhmm."

"And you're a queen?"

"Mhmm."

"So that means we're rurally?"

"It's royalty, Rori." Henrik corrected.

"That's what I said." She sassed.

"No you didn't."

"I did too."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did t~o~o."

"Did n~o~t."

"That's enough out of both you." The Original grunted out of his fake sleep.

Both children went silent after hearing their father's command while Bonnie held in her laughter. "The king has spoken." She teased.

Aurora moved from her spot next to her mother and climbed on top of her daddy's back. "Daddy, are you up now?"

"No."

"But you're talking."

"That's because you're talking to me."

Aurora opened her mouth but then closed it thinking on what her father just said. The little princess was at a crossroad. She really wanted her daddy to wake up, but she also didn't want to wake him if he was still sleepy. She had noticed that her father has been at their other house "working" and never came home. A thought came to her.

"Mommy,"

"Yes, Sweet Pea?" Bonnie asked as she raked her fingers into her boys' hair.

"When daddy was at our other house, did he get a lot of sleep?" Bonnie shook her head. "Why?"

"Because there was some bad people that wanted to hurt daddy, so he had to stay awake to keep his kingdom and his family safe."

"O~h" Aurora let the information sink in. "So he needs a lot of sleep now?"

"Yes."

"For a long time?" Bonnie shrugged. Aurora not satisfied with her mother's vague answer, she went to ask her father. "Daddy, do you need a lot of sleep now?"

"Yes, sweetheart."

She tilted her head to the side as she watches her daddy sleep. "So, are you in hiberlation?"

Bonnie coughed hiding her laugher. Her little girl was too cute. By feeling her husband body shake, he could tell he was thinking the same thing. "We have awesome kids."

"I agree." Klaus peeked open his eye seeing his only girl staring down at him seriously. "It's call hibernation, sweetheart."

"Oh…well, are you doing that, daddy?"

"No honey, daddy can't hibernate." Bonnie intercepted the topic to direct her way.

"Why not?"

"Besides him not being an actual animal?" Henrik pointed out smartly.

Bonnie plucked his nose lightly. "Lose the attitude."

The boy had the decency to be abashed."Besides the obvious, papa is half wolf." Aurora stared at her brother waiting for him to clarify. Henrik huffed. "Which means he can't hibernate, Rori. Rodents and especially bears have less food in the winter, so they go to sleep for a long time until it's springtime where there is lots of food for them. Wolves don't have to because they can hunt their food in the winter time with their pack." Aurora mouth opened into a 'o' portraying she understood. "Even if papa could hibernate, he can't do it now."

"Why?"

"Because it's not winter, weirdo."

"Mommy said stop calling me names, Ricky."

Bonnie rubs her temples feeling a headache storming up. "Henrik, what did I say about calling your sister mean names."

"It's not my fault she's weird."

"I'm not weird! I'm just defferent."

"It's different!"

"Nik." Bonnie whined.

"Don't whine. You're too old to whine." Bonnie sucked her teeth hearing what she said to Henrik thrown back at her.

"Come on, Nik."

"I'm sleeping."

"You are not! You have been wide awake since the kids came in here."

"You're doing fine, love."

Bonnie scoffed. "You're such a deadbeat." She could hear the Original laughing lowly.

"I think that was the evilest thing you ever said to me."

"I hope I hurt your feelings."

"On the contrary, it didn't. I know I am a great father."

"That may be true but right now you suck at it." Klaus grunted. "Come on, Nik. Use the voice."

Klaus sighed lifting his head from his comfy place. "Was I not clear the first time?" Argument between brother and sister disbursed at once hearing their father use the 'voice'. "Henrik, I believe your mother told you time and time again not to call your sister names." Henrik nodded his head meekly. "Stop it."

"Yes, papa."

"And you little girl." The Original directed his attention to his daughter who was seconds away from bursting into tears.

The sight felt like a stab in the heart. He found it always hard to discipline Aurora. She was his only girl, his little princess. He hated making her cry. It was shameful how a small person could have the big bad Original Hybrid, Niklaus Mikaelson, wrapped around her tiny finger.

"If she cries, it's your fault."

Bonnie gaped at her husband's audacity. Klaus was a major pushover when it came to his daughter. When disciplining the boys, it was fine. It teaches them responsibility. When it comes to correct Aurora, it was whole 'nother story and Bonnie's fault. Many occasion, Bonnie had to call him out on his double standards.

She loved all her children but she treats them all the same. There was no, "no" to one child and "yes" to other. No was no and yes was yes and that was the many reason why her daughter's machination would never work on Bonnie.

Aurora might be girly and sweet, but the little girl was a mastermind. She knew how to get what she wanted and when she wanted and it was all Klaus' fault. Aurora knew exactly what buttons to push on the Original. All she had to do was pout those little lips, bat those long eyelashes, smolder those big blue eyes and she got him. It never worked on Bonnie. The witch knew her daughter's game and she wasn't playing it. So, what does the little sneak do? She moves on to Klaus because she knew her daddy would give her anything. And if daddy won't give it to her, her uncles and aunts would.

"You know not to scream. You can make your point without yelling. People in this house are sleep. Be mindful of your voice."

"Yes, daddy." Aurora said in a small voice as she bent her head in shame. Hearing little sniffles broke the hybrid's heart.

Klaus quickly turned away from the disturbing sight and lied back down on his wife's stomach. "I hate you for this."

Bonnie grinned at her husband's dramatics, but she did feel a little bad for him. She knew it was hard on him when dealing with Aurora, but it was needed. The child was the most ridiculously spoiled one out of all her children. The witch didn't want to raise any privileged monsters, she already had one grown one lying on her. She wouldn't be able to take it.

"I'm sorry."

Klaus pulled down the side of Bonnie's shorts to kiss her naked hip to let her know all was forgiven. He felt his little witch nails massaging his scalp bringing him back into a drowsy state.

"You're such a brat. Big baby." She teased.

"I'm your baby though."

"Very true."

"I'm expecting some of mother's milk when I awake from my slumber." Klaus winced when Bonnie yanked his hair.

"Why is there so much noise?" Walking through the door was Bonnie and Klaus' eldest son…Klaus.

It may seem unoriginal to most, but the hybrid was adamant about naming his first son Klaus instead of Niklaus or a different name. Bonnie didn't get it, but she didn't complain. As long as her child was alive and healthy, she was fine. For confusion purposes when the two Klaus' were in the same room, they would either call the boy by his middle name, Lucas – for short Luke or Luca – or Bonnie's nickname for him since he was a baby, which was,

"Good morning, Peanut."

The nine year old stared at his mother angrily then continued his journey to his destination ignoring the irritating grin sprouting on her face. "Good morning, mom."

Lucas was a mini Niklaus. If Bonnie didn't believed she birthed him, she would have thought her husband spit him out. Same head shape, same eyes, same nose, same ears, same birthmark, everything was Nik's on that boy. It was uncanny. Even his personality and interests was like his father.

He was very smart. He wasn't a know-it-all like Henrik, but strategic. It was utterly fascinating watching both Klaus' sitting down playing a game of chess. The game, what it seems, would take forever. They both enjoyed figuring ways to outmaneuver one another, coming up with different tactics to take each other out. Some ways would be quick and to the point. While others were a subtle approach, predicting each other steps. The game majority of the time would last a whole day. Either someone won or there weren't any pieces to move on both sides of the board.

Lucas loved to draw and paint as well. He and his father shared a studio in their Tudors home. His paintings were at both their homes almost in every room. Lucas' favorite was in his father's office in the compound above the fireplace. It was a close profile of his mother. She wasn't doing anything of importance. She was only enjoying the day. It was a nice spring day and the sun hit her just right showing the lightness in her green eyes and the golden strands in her chocolate mane.

Lucas loved his mother. He thought the world of her. Though he was exactly like Klaus, he had a stronger connection to his mother. The mother and the first-born had a bond that no one could understand. When Bonnie was sad, Lucas would be the first one to know it. It was as if he could feel everything his mother felt. His mother's joy gave him joy. His mother's sadness gave him sadness. His mother's tears gave him an uncontrollable amount of rage.

He could be calm and collected like his father but he also had his nasty temper and distinct taste to be vengeful. If someone hurt his mother and siblings, he made sure the antagonist feel a hundred times worse. However, through his tough exterior, Lucas was a very loving boy and very sensitive, another trait he gets from his father. Klaus however, disagrees. He thinks his son's loving heart comes from his mother. All his children had his wife's gentle heart. Where Klaus was merciless, Bonnie was caring and he thanked every god and deity that his children were the same.

Visibly, the only thing Lucas had gotten from his mother was her crooked jaw, which in her opinion made him even more handsome and she made it her life goal to tell him that every single day of his life.

The tall boy currently was walking over to his little brother's crib. Seeing that baby Alek was still sleep brought him a bit at ease but very much annoyed that he was woken out of his sleep. He turned his scowling face towards the two perpetrators cowering behind their mother. "You could have waked the baby with your loud jabbering." The eldest scolded them taking on the same tone his father used moments ago. The 'voice' was a gift that Bonnie never had, but she would love to have it when the two beside her were being the mischievous monster she knew they were.

"Well, he started." Aurora pointed to Henrik. The boy stuck out his tongue calling her a tattle-tell.

"Did they wake you, Lucas?" Bonnie scooted over and patted the spot beside her.

"Yes and all of New Orleans." He said as crawled over to his mother. He placed his sister on his lap so both could snuggle against Bonnie.

Bonnie gave him three pecks on his dimpled cheek. "How was schooling today." Lucas shrugged letting himself fall asleep again but Bonnie didn't want him to sleep yet. Selfish maybe, but she hadn't talked to her boy since she left to the compound, which was only a day ago. "No, sleeping. I want to talk to you."

"Mom," The eldest whined.

"Why do all of you whine? What is up with that?"

"I'm trying to sleep."

"If you wanted to sleep, you should have stayed in your bed. Come on, Luke." Bonnie whined snuggling her face into her son's cheek.

"You have some nerve telling us about out whining when you're whining right now." Lucas pointed out.

"I'm your mother. I can do that when I miss my babies."

"Double standards, love."

"But out, Nik. Pretend to be sleeping while I talk to my children."

"They're your children now?"

"Hush, you're distracting me." Bonnie attention went back to her eldest. "Tell me about today's lesson, I missed it."

Lucas sighed irritatingly being pulled out of his sleep once again. "Aunt Dahlia has been teaching me about the characteristics of certain plants."

"Which are?"

"Mom, please."

"What? You're the first that gotten their magic. I'm allowed to be excited."

Lucas showed signs of magic when he was seven. One day he was mad at something Bonnie said to him and had a horrible thought to destroy her garden. With the anger bubbling up inside him and the vicious instinct to want to ruin something precious of his mother, the garden went up in flames. When Bonnie found out that Lucas purposely wanted to do it, it broke her heart. He didn't mean to really destroy his mother's garden, but it didn't change that it made her upset. His father was livid, but Bonnie defended her son, which made Lucas feel worse.

To this day, Lucas could remember the utter shock and hurt painted on his mother's face standing in the middle of her chard garden. When Bonnie started her garden again, Lucas helped plant and tend to them, which grew into a mother and son activity.

"Come on, Peanut." Lucas sucked his teeth. He really hated that name. "Tell me two things you learned, only two."

Lucas rubbed his forehead. It was entirely too early to be quizzed and on a Saturday at that. "Althea Root."

"Which is?"

"A root that you can burn or place in a sachet to bring protection. The root also aid and with the right ingredients, suppress psychic powers, which is something you use to help Rori to stop her from getting headaches."

The four year old giggled. "It tastes like boogers." She cackles again along with Henrik.

"It does not, you little liar." Bonnie tickled her belly earning another shrill of laughter. "How do you even know what boogers taste like, nasty? Don't kiss me."

"No, mommy." Aurora climbed over her mother trying to kiss her but Bonnie kept moving away making her daughter laugh harder. "Give me a kiss, mommy."

"Get away from me booger eater. Go kiss your brothers."

Aurora moved to kiss Henrik but the boy already was hiding under the pillow. Aurora pulled at the pillow but her laughter was causing her to lose her grip. She gave up and moved to kiss Lucas. She jumped on top of her brother trying to wrestle his hands away from his face. "Lukey, give me a kiss."

"Mom, get your child." He pushed at his sister to roll onto his mother.

Aurora moved back to her mommy trying to kiss her again. "Aurora, stop it. Stop it!" Bonnie cried in laughter as her daughter pulled her face to her lips as she made kissy noises. "Go kiss your father."

"Don't you dare." The Original mumbled out his sleep.

"Okay, okay, okay, that's enough boogey breath." Bonnie pulled Aurora to her giving her several kisses on her almond colored cheek. "Let Lucas finish."

Lucas sat up from his hidden position seeing the coast was clear. "One other thing I learned about was the peony flower. Peony if used right can serve as an ingredient or on its own as protection from hexes. It is especially strong against hexes or spells involving the mind or in normal cases of dementia. Sometimes there is cure, often times only reduces psychosis."

"Very good." Lucas smirked at the praise his mother gave him. "What about the seeds?"

The smile wiped off his face. "T-The seeds?"

"Yes, the seeds. You know peony is a flower and you know the petals or the flower itself have positive effects, but what of the seeds?" Lucas remained silent. "Did you not learn about it?"

"I did, but usually flower seeds are used for healing ointment."

"Oh, so you assumed?" Bonnie said seriously. She watched her son bite corner of his lips nervously. "Well, let's say your father was stabbed by a dark object and his healing powers are rendered useless. Since you automatically think all seeds are only used for healing ointments, you use peony seeds. When using it you will surely find out that peony seeds are not in fact for healing but are a cause for provoking strife and disputation which could lead to anger which lead them to madness and voila," Bonnie smiles. "Lunacy."

Lucas nodded. "So, basically I would be the cause of creating the madness in the first place."

Bonnie nodded. "The peony seeds are called Jumby Beans. They are very dangerous if not used correctly." Lucas nodded. "Read every single detail, no matter if the characteristics are the same as any other, read it."

He nodded again. Bonnie could feel her boy's embarrassment and sadness. "Hey," Lucas looked up at her. She didn't need to say anything, it was all in her eyes, the unmistakable gleam of pride. She was happy and proud of her boy was learning at a rapid pace. Bonnie had every ounce of confidence in Lucas and that made the eldest Bennett-Mikaelson child more determined than before.

"Thanks mom."

"You're welcome, baby." She kisses the side of her son's head and laid him on her shoulder as he play with his short curls on his head.

Bonnie turned to her left seeing Henrik was sound asleep. She looked down at her husband seeing he was finally asleep as well but alert. All her boys were sleep and the girls were awake. Speaking of girls,

"Sweet Pea, what are you doing?"

Aurora was on her daddy's back leaning down on him close enough that there nose almost touched. She looked up from her father's face and Bonnie swore she almost burst into a fit of laughter seeing the seriousness on her little girl's face.

"I think daddy is faking."

Bonnie snorted but quickly covered it up. "Why do you think that?

"Because," She moved her face down to her father's again. "I can't see in his head."

"Aurora Sheila Bennett-Mikaelson, what did mommy tell you about entering into people minds without their permission? It's not polite." What other mother have to say this to their child?

Aurora shook her furiously. "But mommy, I'm not looking into daddy's head. Usually when peoples sleep, their brains get all colorfully and pretty. When daddy dream, it looks a lot like his paintings in his paint room. Sometimes it's dark colors, that's when I know he having a bad dream."

"What color is it now?"

Her daughter face went into a frown again. "There is no colors. It's just big hole. That only happens when peoples are hiding things from me." She stared down at Klaus. "I think he's playing possum like Uncle Kol does when he don't want to play with me, mommy."

Bonnie snickered into her hand. "Rori, let your father be, honey."

"But mommy, daddy is not sleeping. He's being a big faker." With each word, she pushed on Klaus' back.

The little one bends down to the point Bonnie couldn't see her husband's face anymore. "What are you doing?"

Aurora leans up from her father's face and said in the most solemn voice Bonnie ever heard her, "I'm seeing if daddy smells like fish."

That was it. Bonnie did not hold back her laughter. Her whole body shook uncontrollably. "Why w-would daddy smell like f-fish?"

"Because that's what they say in the cartoons. When something is susplicious, they always say something smell fishy."

Bonnie clutched her stomach. Below her, she could see Klaus grinning like a fool. "Would you please wake up now?"

"Alright, alright, alright," Klaus turned over staring up at his little princess. "You win." The hybrid brought her down to kiss her pot belly. "You're just too smart for me."

"I told you I would win, daddy."

Since Aurora psychic abilities surface a few months ago, to train her, Klaus would play mind games with her. Their recent lesson was sensory. Aurora had to figure out if her father was sleep or not. Since Klaus hadn't been home, Aurora couldn't do her lesson. Now, her daddy was home and she aced her lesson.

"Yes, you did." Klaus fitted his daughter beside him as he lay up on Bonnie's bosom. "Tomorrow we'll work on your telepathy. That means no talking to me or your mother."

"Can I talk to Uncle Elijah and Aunt Gia and everyone else?"

"Yes you can."

"Okay, daddy." She gave her father the brightest smile earning her an onslaught of kisses.

Looking down on them, Bonnie felt her heart warm. She loved seeing Klaus with their children. To the outside world, he was Niklaus Mikaelson, the heartless and ruthless power hungry Original Hybrid. He was the most feared and most vengeful creature walking the earth. Bonnie has seen the monstrous side of Klaus plenty of times. There were times were it was needed then others times where she feels he didn't have to. It was the way he was. To the outside world, Klaus was Klaus.

Bonnie heard her daughter squeal in laughter as her father tickled her. She laughs seeing Klaus lifting her above his head reaching out for her mommy to save her from the hungry wolf.

Notwithstanding the obvious truth of how horrible her husband could truly be, behind closed doors, when it was only Bonnie and the children, Klaus was still Klaus, but he more than that. He was Nik, daddy, papa, and dad. The hero and white knight in every fairytale story. He was a father and a loving husband. He was silly and playful. He was vulnerable and open. In their house, the Bennett-Mikaelson house, the outside world didn't matter. What matter were the four people laying in his and his wife's Californian…soon to be five.

I'm thinking to leave this as a one-shot or maybe one more chapter? Who knows :) Fall Into Me is next.

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