The wedding of Bonnie Bennett and Klaus Mikaelson was the supernatural social event of the century. It looked as if all of New Orleans was in attendance. The grounds surrounding the Bennett mansion were filled with people, many of them were already seated and waiting for the ceremony to start. Human, witches, vampires, werewolves, and hybrids made the impressive list of over two hundred guests which not only included the newly elected mayor of New Orleans but a handful of other prominent members of society. Everybody wanted to bear witness to a moment that would go down in history.

As part of her maid of honor duties, Rebekah had to make sure everything was in order. So far, she was staying on top of things and everything was going smoothly. She was running a tight ship, always careful to check even the smallest of details so her brother and Bonnie could have a perfect wedding. Her sharp eyes scanned the arriving guest-all of which had to present their invitation at the entrance, nodding in approval at the efficient way Belle and Katie guided people to their seats. Her eyes locked with Tyler Lockwood for a brief second, he was accompanied by a blonde girl named Liv- a witch he had met a few months before- or so Bonnie had told them. He nodded in her direction before laughing at something his girlfriend said and taking a seat. Rebekah moved her gaze away from them and gave a few nods of approval to Aya-who looked stunning in a red dress- and the group of vampires from the Strix that had just arrived. All the seats were mostly filled by now, the ceremony was supposed to start in less than half an hour after all. Rebekah continued to smile and look around the grounds of the Bennett mansion. She wasn't looking for any party crashes, or checking on the guests, no she was looking for a tiny mop of dark hair. "There you are," she murmured as she zeroed in on the small boy by the creek, right at the edge of the property. Exactly where he wasn't supposed to be. Using her vampire speed, she zipped in that direction, cutting through the guests like a bolt of lightning. "Henrik Mikaelson, what do you think you are doing?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips and giving her unruly nephew a stern look.

Henrik gasped and spun around, quickly hiding both hands behind his back. "Hi, aunt Bex." He gave her his most disarming smile, the one that always got him off trouble.

He was darn cute but she wasn't in the mood to fall under his spell. "Don't try that with me," Rebekah looked down at him. "I grew up surrounded by charming Mikaelson men, so you are wasting your time, darling." As cute as he was, she was not falling for his charms, not today.

Henrik frowned.

"The ceremony is about to start, what did I tell you kids to do?" Rebekah demanded with all the authority in the world.

"To wait in the guest bedroom," Henrik recited dutifully, his shoulders slumping. He hated waiting, he hated sitting down and doing nothing. He was constantly restless and being locked up in the guest bedroom with his sisters and cousin was not his idea of fun.

"And what did you do?"

"I was bored, aunt Bex!"

Rebekah shook her head. "Bored!" She exclaimed rather dramatically. "How can you be bored? Your parents are getting married!" Henrik opened his mouth in protest but she didn't let him say a word. "What do you have behind your back?" she asked quickly.

"Nothing." He gave her his most innocent smile.

"Henrik," Rebekah stared him down, knowing he was hiding something. "Show me what you have behind your back."

"You are not going to like it," the little boy responded, still refusing to obey her.

"Show me."

"But-"

"Show me, now."

Henrik pouted before saying. "Okay, but I warned you." He pulled his hands away from his back and showed her what he had been hiding in his hands.

Rebekah jumped back as a green slimy frog leaped into the air, nearly touching her pristine lilac dress. She managed to composed herself and suppressed a loud scream before glaring at her nephew.

"It's a green tree frog," Henrik responded excitedly. "Did you know that it's the state amphibian of Louisiana? I have been reading about them and-"

Her nephew's fascination with reptiles was something Rebekah could not comprehend. "I don't want to know," she told him, raising her hand and stopping him mid-sentence, otherwise he would continue to ramble about the animal. "I don't like reptiles."

"How can you not like them?" Henrik asked with something akin to horror. "They're amazing! I think-

"There slimy and ugly," Rebekah responded.

"Girls," Henrik mumbled with a roll of his eyes. They were all the same.

"Come on," Rebekah grabbed his hand and guided him back inside the house. "We need to get you cleaned up and ready for the ceremony." It was a good thing she had found him before he decided to take the frog with him and walk down the aisle with it. That would have been mortifying.

Henrik sighed. "Do I have to wear a tie?"

"Of course, you do." Rebekah gave him a look. "How many times have we been over this?" In fact, he should be wearing one right now but as always he had refused. He wasn't going to wear a tie until it was absolutely necessary.

"I look like a clown!"

"You are going to look dashing just like your father and uncles." Rebekah smiled down at him. "Remember you promised your mom that you were going to behave today and wear a tie."

"I guess," Henrik mumbled. He would rather play by the creek and chase frogs than attend a wedding ceremony, even if it was his parents' wedding. He loved them but he didn't know why everyone was making a big fuss about their marriage. In his eyes, they were already married, they didn't need a big ceremony to confirm it. His sisters of course, were loving every single moment of it; from the dress fittings, to the rehearsal dinner, to the photo sessions. Girls, Henrik thought with an internal eye roll. He loved his sisters he did, but times like these, he really wished he had a brother to play with.

Bonnie contemplated her reflection in the mirror, an array of different emotions across her face. Her wedding day, at last. She let out a shaky breath, feeling nervous and exited as the hour drew near. Her hair had been pulled up in a bun while the one shoulder mermaid lace gown with a scoop back and a chapel length train perfectly accentuated her silhouette. She ran her hands over the bodice with its beautiful handmade embroidery and smiled. She had chosen something chic and elegant for her wedding and she couldn't be happier with the end result. She couldn't wait to see the look on Klaus's face when he finally saw her walking down the aisle. As she continued to move her hands over the bodice, feeling grateful that she hadn't gained too much weight yet, her eyes landed on the glittering diamond bracelet on her left wrist- a gift she had received earlier that morning. Aya, David, and a couple other vampires from the Strix had arrived earlier that day with a small package for her. Bonnie had memorized what the note said and cherished it deeply.

Grandma Amelia wore it on her wedding day, so did mom, and I.

I thought you would like to keep the tradition and wear it as well. It's yours now.

I wish you all the happiness in the world.

Love, Abby.

Bonnie felt a pang in her heart. Her relationship with her mother could only be described as strained. While she had meant her words that day when she discovered the truth about her mother's past, she and Abby had communicated a couple of times via email in the past five years. Bonnie had gotten into the habit of sending her pictures of the kids and the rest of the family and Abby often wrote about her life with the Strix. She was thriving, rising quickly in their ranks, and was now working with a group whose mission was to stop dark magic from spreading and causing harm to supernaturals and humans alike. Bonnie felt glad her mother had found her calling and was finally at peace. She didn't know if they would ever cross paths again, or if she was ready for Abby to have any kind of relationship with Charlotte and the twins, or if they could even have some kind of normal mother-daughter relationship. Neither of them was forcing the issue though. You have all the time in the world, Klaus had told her. You're both immortal. There is no need to rush it. Bonnie knew that one day the twins were going to ask about their grandmothers, and she and Klaus would have the hard task of explaining their complicated family history. For now, they were both letting things run their course. She ran her fingers over the diamonds, feeling grateful for the gift her mother hand sent her.

"You look beautiful."

Bonnie smiled and met her father's eyes through the floor length the mirror. He looked very handsome in his tux. Rudy was the reason Bonnie and Abby were communicating. He had taken it upon himself to speak with both of them and encourage contact between them. While she and her mother were tentatively trying to stay in touch and slowly building a new kind of relationship, Bonnie and her father had grown closer in the past couple of years. The twins adored him and loved visiting him in Mystic Falls or having him come to New Orleans. He was definitely an amazing grandfather. "Thank you," Bonnie said. The smile on her face dropped however, when she saw the look on his face. "Dad, are you crying?"

"Of course not," Rudy was quick to deny it but he wiped the tears from his eyes. "It's my allergies." His voice was filled with emotion though. He gave her a long stare, his face betraying all the emotions he felt. "My baby is getting married," he let out in a trembling voice.

Bonnie spun around. "I can't believe it, either." It felt like it was just yesterday when she was in that hospital room where Klaus had first proposed to her. So much had happened since then; the past five years had been absolutely wonderful for their family. Their wedding was a continuation of that bliss.

"Are you happy?" Rudy asked, walking closer until he was just a few inches away from her.

"Very much," Bonnie responded honestly. "I've never been so happy." She had everything she could possibly want and more.

Rudy smiled and grabbed both her hands. "Good." That's all he had ever wanted for her. While he and Klaus were not friends by any means, they had learned to respect and tolerate each other and Rudy could not deny how much his grandchildren adored their father or how in love Bonnie was with him. He stared into her vibrant eyes and squeezed her fingers. "I'm so proud of the woman you have become," he murmured before kissing her forehead tenderly. "I love you sweetheart."

"I love you too." Bonnie felt her throat close with emotion. Don't cry, she told herself but she couldn't help it. She felt very emotional. She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. For a long time, they stayed like that, locked in a tender embrace, their emotions flowing freely.

There was a soft knock on the door and Lucy stepped inside the room. As soon as she saw Bonnie, tears formed in her eyes. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed and went to hug her cousin with enthusiasm. "You looked so beautiful!"

Rudy happily stepped aside and let them have a moment.

Joanna followed her daughter into the room, a beaming smile on her face. "Oh Bonnie," she murmured as she too, tried to contain her tears at the sight of Bonnie in her wedding dress.

"If you both start crying, I'm going to cry too," Bonnie warned them. She could already feel the sting in her eyes. She looked away and let out a shaky breath. Keep it together, Bonnie. Her cousin Cleo wouldn't forgive her if she ruined her makeup.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." Lucy pulled away from her and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm so emotional lately."

Bonnie glanced at her cousin's bump, a knowing smirk on her lips.

Joanna placed her hand over her mouth, struggling to contain her tears. "They're happy tears, I promise."

"You look so pretty," Lucy added. "Like a princess."

"She's a queen, not a princess," Davina reminded her as she came into the room. She and Lucy were wearing similar Greek style dresses in a soft lilac color. Her eyes met Bonnie's before she rushed into her arms and gave her a bone crushing hug. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you."

"It was about damn time you guys got married," Davina told her as they broke apart.

Everyone laughed.

Davina took her cell phone out. "We need pictures." She began snapping pictures of Bonnie, Lucy, and Joanna.

"There is a professional photographer downstairs," Caroline muttered as she came into the room followed closely by Elena- both girls dressed in lilac dresses like Davina and Lucy. They had both helped Bonnie get ready along with Rebekah, Cleo, and Adriane before giving their friend a couple of minutes to herself. Caroline was constantly moving around the house, checking that everything was in order while Elena always stuck close to Bonnie's side. This was her first time in New Orleans in five years and while she would have loved nothing more than to avoid a certain Original vampire, she couldn't do that when both of them were part of the wedding party. Even though she knew she was under Bonnie's protection and that Kol wouldn't dare hurt her because of it, she still felt nervous and uneasy around him and wouldn't dream to be left alone in his presence. Almost as if sensing her nervousness, Bonnie looked into her eyes and smiled kindly. You have nothing to fear Elena, Bonnie had reassured her over the phone, a few days before her arrival. Kol has promised he won't hurt you. Elena smiled back, feeling a calming sensation washing over her. She didn't know if Bonnie had done it on purpose of if it was something that came naturally, but she had a way of making people feel at ease. It must have been a trick she picked up to deal with the kids at her school. Thank you, Elena mouthed.

"We have a photo session planned," Caroline informed them.

Rudy groaned at that. "Do we have to?" he glanced at Bonnie.

"Dad! You're starting to sound like Henrik," Bonnie reprimanded him."Of course, we have to. I want lots of pictures, to remember this day forever."

"The last photo session Rebekah planned took nearly three hours!"

Lucy and Davina giggled.

"Pictures are memories," Caroline reminded him. "And besides, this time we won't take that long. I promise."

"It wasn't that long," Bonnie told her father.

"It felt like it," Rudy liked Rebekah but she was quite obsessive about certain things. She had bombarded him with calls in the days leading to the wedding, wanting updates on his suit, and his speech, and even had him and Bonnie practice their walk down the aisle a couple of times. Rebekah could definitely lead an army into battle if she set her mind to it.

"Speaking of Rebekah, where is she?" Bonnie wondered. She was ready to walk down the aisle with her dad. She needed her bridesmaids with her. "And the kids?" she looked at Caroline who was sharing maid of honor duties with the blonde Original-something that Lucy had predicted would be a disaster but both girls had made an exceptional team and were surpassing everyone's expectations, much to Bonnie's relief.

"Rebekah went to find Henrik," Elena answered. "It seemed he sneaked out when no one was looking."

Bonnie groaned. "Damn it, Henrik. I told Klaus to keep a close eye on him."

Elena shrugged. It was no secret that Henrik Mikaelson loved getting into trouble. He had probably used magic to escape without anyone noticing him. It wouldn't be the first time he tried that trick.

"The girls?" Bonnie asked Davina, praying that Henrik hadn't roped his sisters and cousin into pranking the guests or exploring the woods surrounding the property.

"Waiting quietly in the next room," Davina responded with a smile. "Charlotte is keeping a close eye on them."

Bonnie visibly relaxed at that. Charlotte was the leader of the group and loved taking charge. She would ensure they all behaved.

"Where do you think he could be?" Rudy asked her. The last time he had babysat the twins, Henrik hid from him and it took him nearly two hours to find him and the only reason he did was because Charlotte located him with her magic before Rudy had a panic attack about losing his grandson in his own home. Klaus would have probably never let him spend time alone with the kids again.

"He decided that chasing frogs was more fun than waiting around with the other kids," Rebekah told them as she came inside the room. There was a bright smile on her face as she contemplated Bonnie.

"He's going to get his suit wet and dirty," Bonnie muttered.

"Don't worry, everything is under control now," Rebekah assured her. "Crisis has been averted, he's with Nik, and they are ready to make their way down." She looked at her watch. "We'll follow in a couple of minutes."

"Thank you," Bonnie said embracing the blonde vampire. "For everything."

"No need to thank me love," Rebekah kissed her cheek and smiled. "I got it all under control."

"That boy is going to give me a heart attack one of these days," Bonnie told them.

"Good thing you can't die," Lucy winked.

Everyone laughed.

"Can I go on your honeymoon?" Henrik asked while his father fixed his tie. He hated wearing that thing but he had promised his mom.

Kol laughed out loud upon hearing the question. Marcel sniggered while Elijah arched an eyebrow.

"No," Klaus gave his son an amused smile.

"Why not?"

"Because it wouldn't be a honeymoon if kids were involved," Kol answered for his brother. "You would think you would be glad not to see your parents for two weeks. You get to be a hooligan."

"Don't put ideas in his head Kol," Elijah warned him.

"He's already a bad influence," Marcel muttered under his breath.

"I'm the fun uncle," Kol retorted with a proud smirk. "Isn't that right mate?" he winked at Henrik.

Henrik laughed and winked back before facing his father once more. "You don't have to take Ingrid and Charlotte. They can stay here." He gave his father a pleading look. "I'll behave, I promise."

Klaus arched an eyebrow and stared into his son's pleading yet, mischievous green eyes. "Is that so?"

Henrik nodded. "I'll be good I promise; you and mom won't even notice I'm there. We can swim with the sharks and have lots of fun-"

"We're taking you to Disneyland for your birthday, I'm sure that will more than enough fun."

"But dad, that's months away!"

"All the more reason it will be worth it," Klaus remarked finishing with Henrik's tie and buttoning his navy suit jacket. "There you are. Now you look presentable." He sighed when he saw his hair sticking out. "If only we could do anything about that hair of yours." He rubbed his hand over the messy dark curls and smiled.

"You could always shave his head," Charlotte poked her head inside the room. "I think he would look cute bald." She grinned at her little brother.

"NO!" Henrik was quick to yell. "I like my hair." He ran his fingers over the messy curls.

"You look like you have a bird's nest on your head," Charlotte pointed out.

Henrik glared at her.

"Don't you look beautiful, little lady." Marcel took her hand and spun her around.

"Thank you," Charlotte giggled before moving her eyes over the handsome men in the room. "You all look very handsome."

"There is no need to lie darling, we all know I am the most handsome man in the room."

Charlotte rolled her eyes at Kol. "You wish," she mumbled under her breath but there was small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She sighed at the picture they all made, no wonder all the girls at school had crushes on all of them. She found it absolutely disgusting when her classmates told her her father was hot. They were all insanely gorgeous and alluring, there was no doubt about it, but she found it weird how everyone seemed fascinated by her family.

"Naturally, the groom is the most handsome one in the room," Klaus declared with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Naturally," Charlotte was quick to agree with him. She walked up to him and kissed his cheek. "I'm very happy for you, both of you."

"Thank you, love."

Klaus took the time to contemplate her. Her dark blonde curls had been straightened and a crown of white and soft pink flowers adorned her hair. She had grown a lot in the past five years, she was taller, and far more beautiful than ever, and soon to be a teenager. He didn't think he was ready for what was ahead of them. There was a part of him that wanted her to remain a little girl forever. She was growing way too fast.

A soft musical giggle caught his attention and he looked over Charlotte's shoulder, just as Ingrid stepped into the room, followed closely by Lily. All three girls wore ivory dresses with lilac sashes and matching crowns of flowers on their heads. "Daddy," Ingrid happily ran into his waiting arms.

Klaus caught her and pulled her up, so they could be face to face. "Hello, princess."

Ingrid smiled, her blue eyes shining with excitement. "You look handsome, Daddy." She kissed his cheek and rubbed her nose against his. "The most handsome ever!" she declared before placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, darling." Klaus winked at her.

"I feel offended," Kol remarked, clutching his heart in a mock hurt gesture. "You clearly need glasses Ing."

"No, I don't," Ingrid was quick to remark.

"Don't I look handsome?" Kol asked her.

"Yes, but not as handsome as daddy," Ingrid responded cheerfully.

"I think you just shattered his ego," Marcel hi-fived a giggling Ingrid.

"I think you all look handsome," Lily responded softly. She was a sweet and quiet girl, who had a heart of gold and a happy disposition. Kol had joked more than once that she must have invisible wings, for she never got angry or sought any trouble. Not unless the twins roped her into some prank. Henrik even had the audacity to blame her once for one of his pranks which ended up with a bowl of soup accidentally falling into Elijah's head, ruining his hair and suit. Needless to say, Rebekah had not been amused, Klaus and Kol had burst into laughter and no one had dared to punish the sweet girl who hadn't hesitated in taking the blame so her cousin wouldn't be grounded again. Bonnie however had punish Henrik-knowing that he was the guilty party-he went to bed without dessert that night for the stunt he pulled.

"And all of you look absolutely beautiful," Elijah said to the girls.

Ingrid blew him a kiss while Lily smiled sweetly.

There was a knock on the door before Matt stepped inside. He winked at his daughter who immediately went to his side and took his hand. "It's time," he said to Klaus.

"Right," Klaus felt a nervous flutter in his chest. This it, he thought.

"You and Elijah will head down the aisle first," Matt reminded him. "Then the kids, the bridesmaids, and the bride and her father." His lips twitched.

"You've seen her."

"Of course, I have."

Klaus had not seen Bonnie since the night before when they parted ways after the rehearsal dinner. He hadn't slept at all, pacing like a mad man around his room and waiting for the sun to rise. It had been a slow agony, one that was finally coming to an end.

"She looks beautiful," Matt told him.

"She always does," was Klaus's sincere reply.

"Alright," Elijah grabbed everyone's attention. "Let's do this."

Matt ushered the kids out of the room as the two brothers made their way down the stairs and headed to the garden where the guests were already seated and the elders chosen to bless their union waited for the couple.

Father Kieran, Ishmael, Aunt Vivian, and Finn waited patiently at the altar which had a beautiful arch of white flowers. They were the elders chosen by the couple to bless their union. Klaus and Bonnie had chosen a unique ceremony with a mix of different traditions in order to be joined as man and wife. Directly in front of the altar were to rows of chairs where all the guests were already seated and on the far end of the property, a stage had been set with tables richly decorated and an open space that would serve as the dance floor. While all the guests waited for the ceremony to start, Bonnie's cousin Scarlett- who was a professional photographer-snapped picture after picture. A wolf from Klaus's pack had a camera with him, to record the entire ceremony as well.

Klaus walked down the aisle first, accompanied by Elijah-who was his best man. He smiled at the guests as he made his way to the altar. He shook hands with father Kieran and Ishmael, before kissing Aunt Vivian's cheek, and receiving a hug from his brother Finn. He was nervous but he did his best not to show it. His paranoid mind thought about all the horrible things that could happen as he waited for Bonnie to make her way down the aisle. It was absurd to think that she would change her mind or that anything bad would happen to interrupt their wedding but he couldn't help it, he was very nervous.

"Relax," Elijah murmured as he saw him fidget. He placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring squeeze. "Everything is going to be fine."

"They're taking too long," Klaus whispered as he used his enhanced vision to see if he could spot Bonnie making her way out of the house.

Elijah suppressed a chuckle at his brother's impatience. "We haven't been here too long, it's perfectly fine Niklaus."

The bridal procession started with the children.

Klaus let out a breath of relief when he saw Ingrid and Henrik making their way down the aisle. Ingrid was all smiles; she was clearly enjoying herself as she dangled the small white basket in one hand while using her magic to lift the white rose petals into the air with the other hand. Henrik had a rather serious look on his face as he carried the small velvet pillow with the rings. It looked like he was in deep concentration.

Lily and Charlotte came next, also carrying baskets filled with petals and cheerfully throwing them down the aisle. Rebekah and Matt followed them, then Kol and Davina, Marcel and Elena, Stefan and Caroline, and finally, Cary and Lucy.

Bonnie took Klaus's breath away as she walked down the aisle in the arm of her father. She looked stunning in her white mermaid dress which deliciously accentuated her curves. He licked his lips as he drank the sight of her like a starved man, his eyes lingering on her curves before meeting her gorgeous green eyes and smiling with all the love and adoration he felt. Bonnie smiled back and held his heated gaze.

Rudy kissed her cheek before nodding in Klaus's direction and taking a seat.

"You look absolutely beautiful," Klaus said as he took Bonnie's hand in his, he wanted to kiss those luscious lips and had to hold himself back from doing so. He wanted their first kiss of the day to be as man and wife.

Bonnie smiled, easily reading his thoughts. "You looked pretty good, yourself." She squeezed his hand. Their bond transmitting all the nervousness they both felt. They shared another smile before standing in front of the elders. Both with their heads held high and their hearts pounding loudly in their ears.

"We are gathered here today to join these two souls in holy matrimony," Father Kieran began in a firm voice. He took his time to speak about the sanctity of marriage and the importance of the commitment they were making. Bonnie and Klaus listened attentively to every single one of his words and nodded in agreement.

After Father Kieran's short sermon, Ishmael stepped forward. "Do you come to be joined as man and wife willingly?" he asked them in a serious tone.

"We do," Klaus and Bonnie responded at the same time.

"Do you promise to love, respect, and support each other from this day until your last day?" Aunt Vivian asked them.

"We do."

"The look into each other's eyes and say the words that will bind you as one," Finn said to them.

Bonnie and Klaus turned to each other, staring deeply into one another's eyes as they said the words they had previously memorized.

"Earth."

"Fire."

"Water."

"Air."

"Let these elements bind us as one," Klaus and Bonnie repeated in unison. "One heart, one soul, one flesh, from this moment forward we will walk together as one, in life and in death."

Lucy handed aunt Vivian the small ceremonial dagger which she took in her hands, blessing the blade before handing it to Bonnie. Bonnie's finger trembled as she took the knife and made a small cut on her left palm, a trail of blood oozing freely. She handed the blade to Klaus who did the exact same thing on his hand. They joined their bleeding hands together and Vivian placed her own hand on top of theirs, muttering an ancient incantation in Latin.

"As a witch elder, I bless thee."

"As a wolf elder, I too bless this union," Ishmael said as he placed his hand on top of Vivian's.

Finn also placed his hand on top of theirs. "As a vampire elder, I bless this union as well." He smiled at both of them.

Father Kieran made the sign of the cross before placing his hand on tops of theirs. "May God bless you."

There was a spark, a burst of heat that spread from their joined hands all the way to their heads and toes, washing them with warmth while an invisible linked formed between them. The bond hummed in approval as the magic bound them together.

"The rings," Finn said to his nephew.

Henrik quickly walked towards the altar and handed his uncle the pillow with the two silver wedding bands.

Klaus took one of the rings and smiled at Bonnie. "With this ring I promise to love you, to honor you, and cherish you until the end of my days," he swore as he stared into her shinning green eyes. "My wife."

Bonnie cleared her throat, feeling overcome with emotion. She took the ring from the pillow, smiling at her son as she did so and placed it on his finger. "With this ring I promise to love you, to honor you, and cherish you until the ends of my days." Her voice trembled slightly but she managed to contain her tears. "My husband."

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Father Kieran presented the couple with a booming smile. "Mr. and Mrs. Mikaelson."

The entire garden erupted with loud cheers from all their friends and family. There were a couple of whistles and plenty of claps for the both of them.

"You may kiss the bride," Father Kieran told Klaus.

Klaus didn't need to be told twice, he hooked an arm around Bonnie's waist and pulled her body against his. Bonnie giggled against his lips before being completely swept off her feet by the passionate kiss he gave her. It was without a doubt one of the happiest moments of their lives.

After the ceremony and the heartfelt speeches made by Rudy, Klaus, and Elijah, the guests mingled together around the grounds of the Bennett mansion. Bonnie and Klaus had chosen the place, not only for its convenient location to the Quarter but also the gorgeous grounds that were big enough to fit all their guests. Rain had been expected for that day but the Bennett witches made sure that the day was clear of clouds and that the temperature was perfect to be outside. Aunt Vivian herself made sure that a cool breeze swept the grounds from time to time, keeping the heat away.

"You know," Lenore commented. "This wouldn't have been possible a decade ago." Her eyes found witches and vampires talking amicably, wolves sharing jokes with vampires and witches alike, and humans happily interacting with all of them. New Orleans had been at war for so long, she couldn't help but feel so much joy at how happy and relaxed everyone looked.

Vincent, who was sitting next to her, nodded in agreement. "In the past couple of years, we have made great process." Thanks in part to the Bennett school of magic that had allowed the witches of the city and the Mikaelson family and their allies to forge a more cordial and friendly relationship. The wolves had also made a great effort to integrate themselves in the community and with the more troublesome members of the Crescent pack gone, peace between the vampires and their mortal enemies had been reached with success. Vincent stood up. "Would you like to dance?" he asked.

"Absolutely," Lenore took his offered hand and followed him to the dance floor where Felix and Angelica, Sofia and Andrew, and Elena and Tyler were already dancing. Aunt Vivian and Ishmael also joined the many dancing couples and so did Katie and Thierry.

A few feet away from them, Rebekah was proudly showing her wedding band to a group of friends and acquaintances. "We got married in Italy last summer." Even though her one-year anniversary had just recently passed, she couldn't stop talking about her nuptials. "I planned my own wedding of course," she continued with a proud grin. Few people if any, could claim to be the bride and the wedding planner at once but she had done with incredible success.

"That's either the greatest thing I've ever heard or the craziest," one guest commented.

"She fired three wedding planners," Freya recalled while sipping some of her champagne. Her eyes were glinting with amusement as she stared at her sister.

"Three that we know off," Cary added with a chuckled.

"Bridezilla," Jesse coughed playfully.

"They got everything wrong!" Rebekah defended herself and glared at them. "It's not my fault they could not share my vision. And anyway, I did an excellent job with my wedding and if you look around, I gave Nik and Bonnie the wedding of their dreams as well." Everything was going according to plan and she felt absolutely proud of all she had accomplished. "Everyone will remember this wedding for centuries to come," she promised.

"I personally think you did an amazing job," Belle smiled at her. "You are totally going to plan our wedding." She glanced at her boyfriend.

Riley nearly choked on his drink.

Everyone laughed at his reaction. He hadn't asked Belle to marry him yet, but she was already taking the initiative it seemed.

"I'm glad you picked Italy to get married," Jesse took pity on his friend and changed the subject. "I had never been there before and I loved it." After the wedding he and Alexa had toured the Italian country side before spending a weekend in Paris. His eyes drifted to the gorgeous girl in the emerald dress. She felt his gaze on her skin and turned to look at him over her shoulder, a smile forming on her pink lips. He licked his lips, anticipating how he was going to rip that dress off her and remembering the heated moments they had shared in Europe. Yeah, it had been one heck of a trip.

Rebekah grinned. "It's one of my favorite cities, along with Paris of course." She smiled at her husband who had his arm wrapped around her waist. "It was a lovely and intimate ceremony," she recalled with adoring eyes. "Just for family and friends."

"I assume our invitation got lost in the mail," Caroline said with a slight edge to her voice. She and Stefan had been walking back to their table when she caught snippets of Rebekah's conversation and decided to butt in.

Rebekah turned around and smiled sweetly at the approaching couple. "Yes, it was quite dreadful wasn't it?" she pretended to be sorry. "I'm sure you got the pictures though."

"Funny, how those did not get lost," Caroline muttered to Stefan who knew better than to get involved. He placed his hands inside the pockets of his pants and shrugged.

"Shouldn't you be besties considering you're both the maids of honor?" Marcel who had overheard their conversation came to stand with the group, a teasing smile on his lips. His date, Cami was talking to her uncle a few feet away. She glanced at the group with curiosity-it was no secret how much Caroline and Rebekah liked to argue with each other-before turning back to her uncle.

"Caroline and I have learned to tolerate each other," Rebekah murmured while giving him an annoyed look. For Bonnie, because they both loved her dearly.

"Barely," was the whisper the other blonde gave her.

Marcel laughed, highly entertained with them, while Stefan and Matt shared knowing looks. They both silently agreed to stay out of the discussion for now.

"And Lucy and I were going to share the maid of honor duties," Rebekah made sure everyone knew that Caroline had not been the first choice. But then Lucy had gotten pregnant and was constantly throwing up and feeling drained, so Rebekah had reluctantly agreed to share said duties with Caroline. Because Bonnie didn't want to hurt the other girl's feelings and Rebekah had already a lot on her plate being the wedding planner. Bonnie had too much of a good heart, if it had been up to Rebekah, she would have banned the annoying vampire from the wedding altogether. "We're Bonnie's sisters and we planned the most gorgeous wedding-"

Caroline scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Please, half of all of this came from me." She had been the one to stay on top of things, giving Bonnie the wedding of her dreams. Rebekah just liked to take credit.

"You?" Rebekah was indignant. "Don't be ridiculous!"

"You barely did anything!"

"I have been planning this wedding for five years!" Rebekah shouted. The other guests quickly walked away, not wanting to get caught in the cross fire.

"I think we should dance," Riley took Belle's hand and the two used their vamp speed to head to the dance floor. They also didn't want to be there in case things escalated quickly.

"Rebekah," Freya looked nervously at their surroundings, many people had turned and stared at them, watching the scene carefully. Image was everything, and their family prided themselves on always presenting a united front against everyone. A fight breaking out between two of the bridesmaids would not look good.

"Your ideas were over the top!" Caroline fired back. "It was like you were planning a second wedding and not the one Bonnie actually wanted, had I not been there-"

Rebekah growled. "Shut up."

Caroline opened her mouth but closed it almost immediately. Her eyes went wide when she realized she had been compelled.

"Bekah," Matt touched her shoulder.

Rebekah schooled her features and placed a false sweet smile on her lips but her eyes were hard. There was a clear warning there. The people that were watching them turned back to their business, knowing better than to anger an Original.

Caroline looked like she had more to say but Rebekah's compulsion was still in place. She settled for a mean glare instead. Stefan grabbed her arm. "I think we should dance," he escorted Caroline to the dance floor.

"Something tells me you are not going to get invited to their wedding," Marcel noted as he watched the couple head to the dance floor. It was amusing to watch the two of them get on each other's nerves. He almost pity Bonnie having to deal with the two of them on a daily basis, or at least until Caroline and Stefan left New Orleans. He had definitely questioned the witch's sanity after it was announced the two vampires would be working together.

"As if I wanted to go," Rebekah snapped. "And besides, he hasn't asked her yet and I doubt very much he will." She crossed her arms over her chest, growling silently. "Bitch."

"Bekah," Matt gave her a look. How long had Rebekah and Caroline known each other? How many family gatherings, parties, or social events had they attended? He secretly thought their animosity was something they did purposely. They both seemed to thrive in riling each other up and seeing who could best the other.

"He's probably still pinning after Elena and she's still obsessed with Damon," Rebekah was quick to retort. "He settled for second best, it's obvious."

"They've been together for five years," Matt reminded his wife.

"And as soon as Elena shows any interest, he'll drop her like a fly," Rebekah was fully convinced of it. "It's only a matter of time, really."

Matt shook his head and decided to change the subject. Caroline and Rebekah had a very interesting and competitive love/hate relationship and he had learned by now to just let it go. There were times when he thought their antagonistic relationship was something they both enjoyed and so they found every chance to purposely get on each other's nerves. "How about we dance?" he asked her.

"Of course," Rebekah happily took his offered hand.

The two made their way to the dance floor where all the couples were swaying to a slow song, and the incident was soon forgotten.

While everyone enjoyed the wedding reception, Lucy found herself inside the mansion, with her knees on the floor and her face in the toilet.

"Darling, is everything alright?" Elijah knocked on the door, the bond echoing with all the concern he felt for her.

Lucy groaned and flushed the toilet before slowly pulling herself to her feet. She rinsed her mouth and ensured her dress and hair were not covered in vomit before opening the door. There was a grimace on her face as she met Elijah's concerned eyes. "I hate this."

Elijah's worried eyes softened and he didn't waste any time in pulling her close to his chest. He held her with infinite tenderness, as if she were made of porcelain.

"I can't stomach anything, not even water!" Lucy shrieked, her eyes already filling with tears. "I feel tired and nauseous all the time. I hate it! Why the hell did I agree to put myself through this?" she asked pulling momentarily away from him.

Elijah rubbed her back and whispered sweet nothings in her ear, he knew that letting her vent was the best way to make her feel better.

"How many more months do I have left?"

"A little over five months," Elijah responded.

Lucy groaned and buried her face against his chest. His cologne which she always loved and found sexy had bile rising in her throat. Lucy pushed him away and lowered herself on the floor once more. Elijah pulled her hair out of her face and rubbed her back as she continued to vomit.

Fifteen minutes later, she laid down on the bed. "I hate this," she muttered again. "I'm never doing this again," she decided.

Elijah tried to suppress a small smirk. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit better," Lucy kept her eyes closed, hands rubbing her small bump. She felt glad that Rebekah and Caroline were sharing the maid of honor duties. As much as Lucy loved Bonnie like a sister, this pregnancy had drained her, physically and emotionally; she was a mess and she felt glad she didn't have the pressure of being the maid of honor. "I swear this baby is trying to kill me." She didn't understand why she was so sick. According to Dr. Mayfair, her mom, and cousins, it was all normal. It's going to get better in your second trimester, her mom insisted but she had been proven wrong because Lucy was already in her second trimester and she still felt sick as a dog. "I don't think Bonnie had morning sickness this bad, and she was carrying two!" she complained.

Elijah suppressed a smile. "Every pregnancy is different."

"Why the hell did you talked me into this?"

Elijah arched an eyebrow. "I believe it was you who brought it up." He gave her a knowing look, remembering that night about two years ago when she had suddenly blurted out, I want a baby. While seeing Niklaus with his children had sparked a certain desire in Elijah for a family of his own, he hadn't brought it up, knowing that as a vampire, he couldn't get Lucy pregnant. It was better not to dwell over something that was impossible but after she expressed her desire to become a mother, they had endless discussions about the subject. They had even sought different magic rituals and tried to conceive that way. Eventually, when even Bonnie's magic failed to grant them their wish, they had sought a sperm donor with similar physical characteristics to Elijah. Lucy had gotten pregnant soon after and now the two of them and the rest of the family were preparing to welcome the little one into the world.

"I shouldn't be complaining," Lucy realized after a moment of silence. "This is what I wanted." The maternal bug had hit her bad. She knew she wanted to be a mother; she just hadn't expected her pregnancy to be so difficult.

"You have every right to complain, my love." Elijah sat on the bed next to her and placed his hand on her small bump. It was wonderful miracle. He felt nervous and excited about becoming a father. He never thought it would be possible but here they were, just a couple of months shy of becoming parents for the first time. Listening to that beautiful thump, thump, every day was joyous. He couldn't wait to meet their child, because despite the fact that his seed had not been the one to take root inside her, this was their baby and he loved her dearly. Humans and their advances in technology had made it possible for them to have a family and Elijah was beyond thrilled. "I hope she looks like you," he murmured as he rubbed his hand gently over her growing bump.

Seeing the look of adoration in his face had Lucy's heart melting. "I was hoping for a boy," she said with a small hint of disappointment. "There are too many girls in the family already."

"You are only saying that because you wanted to contradict Vivian," Elijah remarked.

Lucy laughed; he knew her too well. "The Bennett bloodline needs more witches," she imitated Aunt Vivian's voice and rolled her eyes. "There is a whole new generation of Bennett witches." She thought of Charlotte, Ingrid, and Octavia's twin girls, and their little sister who had been born two years prior, as well as the baby Sofia had given birth to just recently. A little witch girl who also happened to carry the werewolf gene as her father was Andrew Paxton, the youngest of the Alphas living in New Orleans. The Bennett coven was growing and thriving and, in a few months, there was going to be another witch girl to continue their bloodline.

"You know she will never be satisfied until there are more Bennett women populating the earth."

Lucy laughed. "I wanted Henrik to have someone to play with," she murmured. Her nephew had been excited at the prospect of having a little cousin to play with but the excitement had burst completely when they found out Lucy was carrying a girl. "I feel sorry for the little guy." The poor boy, Lucy thought. He was surrounded by girls. While Henrik had plenty of male friends- mostly the wolf kids residing in the Quarter- he was desperate for a baby brother or cousin to play with.

"Perhaps it's time for Niklaus and Bonnie to give him a little brother to play with," Elijah commented.

"With our luck, Bonnie would probably have another girl," Lucy muttered.

Elijah chuckled.

"I can't wait to have her in my arms," Lucy said as she continued to touch her stomach.

"Me either."

They both shared a loving smile.

"I love you," Lucy murmured while tracing his face with her hand. "So much." She never thought she would find love when she first came to New Orleans, let alone with an Original vampire but here she was, living a beautiful and fulfilling life.

"And I love you," Elijah whispered before his lips touched hers.

Neither of them had ever been this happy.

Bonnie laughed as Klaus twirled her around the dance floor. She had lost count of how many songs she had danced throughout the afternoon. After their first romantic first dance as a man and wife, she had been twirled around the dance floor by her father, Marcel, Elijah, Kol, Finn, Cary, Matt, Tyler, Jesse, Riley, and Stefan. Until finally, Klaus claimed her for another dance. Her heart soared with happiness and she felt like she was floating in the clouds. This was without a doubt one of the happiest days of her life.

"I feel so happy," she murmured while resting he head on his shoulder. A slow song began playing and they moved in harmony amid the countless other couples on the dance floor. "I was starting to think this day would never come."

"It finally did." Klaus moved his hand up and down her back in a possessive gesture. "I'm the luckiest man in the world." The past five years had been blissful but today seemed like a long-awaited dream had been reached.

Bonnie raised her head and kissed him on the lips. Her husband, how wonderful it felt. Klaus happily deepened the kiss, pulling her even tighter against his chest. She was breathless when they finally pulled apart.

"Why don't we ditch our guests and head for our honeymoon now?" he suggested in a husky whisper. They had already spent a good amount of time shaking hands, greeting and talking to the endless parade of guest wanting to congratulate them. He was ready to take her away and keep her all to himself.

"I…" Whatever she thought of responding was lost when Klaus pressed her closer to his body and began nibbling on her earlobe. He never played fair. "Klaus…" Bonnie closed her eyes, shivering when he began placing kisses on her neck.

"I want to rip that dress off you," Klaus whispered against her ear before claiming her mouth again in another passionate kiss. He couldn't get enough of her. The thirst he always felt for her could never be sated. Bonnie moaned and closed her eyes as he bombarded her mind with some very wicked images of all the things he wanted to do to her. She wanted to, oh how she wanted to just disappear with him. Her body shuddered as the intense desire they both felt echoed through their blood. Her hands curled on the back on his neck, body tightly pressed against him. Why not? Bonnie thought as they continued kissing with reckless abandon. They were probably giving their guests quite a show but she didn't care. Klaus consumed all her thoughts. She could put a cloaking spell on them and they could sneak out of the mansion and-

"Mom!" A rather angry voice reached their ears. "Henrik ruined my dress!"

Bonnie and Klaus pulled apart, startled by the commotion caused by their twins. They both turned to see a furious looking Ingrid running towards them; a panicked Henrik hot on her heels.

Bonnie sighed, blinking back the lust slithering all over her body while Klaus gave their children a reproachful look.

"I didn't do anything!" Henrik told them.

"Yes, you did!" Ingrid's cheeks were red and her eyes were filled with tears. "Look!" she showed her parents the skirt of her ivory dress which was covered in mud.

"Oh honey," Bonnie crouched down to inspect the damage.

"He ruined my dress!" Ingrid cried.

Bonnie sighed and turned to her son. "Henrik, why did you-"

"It was an accident."

"Was not!"

"It was!"

"No, it wasn't!"

"Alright, stop shouting," Klaus ordered the both of them. Many heads had turned in their direction. Aunt Vivian looked displeased by the scene they were causing while Kol who had been dancing with Davina was laughing loudly. He was clearly enjoying the show. One look from his brother sobered him up though. "Hand it over," Klaus said extending his hand and giving his son a stern look.

Henrik glared at Ingrid.

"Hand it over and apologize to your sister."

"It was her fault," Henrik protested.

"No, it wasn't!" Ingrid insisted.

"I'm not going to ask you again Henrik," Klaus told him.

Henrik let out a frustrated growl and pulled the slingshot from his pocket, he reluctantly handed it to his father. "I was playing with my friends, I meant to hit Jack but Ingrid got in the way. I didn't mean to hit her." He looked down at his shoes, hands balled into fists.

"You should burn that thing," Ingrid said while looking at the slingshot Klaus held in his hand. Her magic flared and Klaus hissed when he felt his hand grow hot. There was also a strong gust of wind all around the garden and dark clouds began to appear in the sky. A woman's hat flew off with the wind and a couple of the guests pointed at the threatening clouds forming above them. A couple of the Bennett women turned their heads in Ingrid's direction, sensing that the change in the weather had to do with her.

"Ingrid," Bonnie placed her hand on Ingrid's shoulder. "You need to calm down, sweetheart."

Klaus stared into his daughter's angry blue eyes, seeing the way her body trembled and how hard she was breathing. He glanced at Bonnie, worried what their guests were about to witness. He didn't want people knowing the things his daughter could do, not yet.

"Just take a deep breath baby," Bonnie whispered as she rubbed her thumb over Ingrid's shoulder. "Deep breath," she instructed. She used her own magic to gently tame the angry surge of power flowing inside her daughter's tiny body. The last time Ingrid lost her temper, dead birds fell from the sky, and the time before that, a lightning bolt struck a tree in their backward. There had also been that that time when she had started a fire in her room. "Deep breath," Bonnie continued to use her magic and gently calm Ingrid's incredible burst of power. "There you go."

Ingrid closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. The clouds disappeared and the strong magic surging in the air vanished. "I'm okay," she murmured. She opened her bright blue eyes, blinking rapidly for a couple of seconds and letting out a shaky breath. She smiled weakly at her parents. "Nothing bad happened this time," she acknowledged. "I'm getting the hang of it."

"Yes, you are." Bonnie kissed her cheek and smiled warmly.

"Well done, love."

Ingrid smiled at her father before glaring at her twin.

"I'm sorry," Henrik's voice was filled with sincerity this time. "I didn't mean to hit you, I swear."

Ingrid wasn't particularly happy but accepted his apology nonetheless. "It's okay," she murmured.

"Come on," Bonnie took her hand in hers. "We'll go clean this up and it will be as good as new."

Ingrid nodded.

Klaus and Henrik watched them go.

"You are not going to burn my slingshot are you dad?" Henrik looked up into his father's eyes. "I made it myself and look," he dug into his pockets and pulled a bunch of small mud balls. "I used my magic to make these, isn't it cool?"

Klaus's lips twitched. "Were you winning?"

"Yeah," Henrik's eyes instantly brightened. "Those wolf boys have nothing on my hybrid aim." He chewed on his bottom lip and looked around before adding in a sheepish voice. "I kinda used my magic too."

"Kind of?" Klaus arched and eyebrow. "You know that's considered cheating, don't you?"

Henrik shrugged. "I was winning!"

Klaus chuckled. "I will give it back with one condition," he decided.

Henrik nodded eagerly.

"No more games for the rest of the afternoon-"

"But Dad-"

"If your mother catches you throwing mud balls at anyone, she'll confiscate it. Do you want that?"

"No."

"Keep it in your pocket then," Klaus instructed as he handed the slingshot back.

"Fine," Henrik muttered in a defeated tone. It was better than losing his weapon all together.

Klaus placed one hand on his shoulder. "Cheer up mate, this is a party."

"Are you going to make me dance with Ingrid?" That was the reason his sister had been looking for him, Henrik felt sure. Aunt Vivian had made them practice in the days leading up to the wedding. Every gentleman and refined lady need to know a good waltz, she had told them. Ingrid and Charlotte had loved every second of it, Henrik not so much.

"I think Charlotte has her eye on you, actually." Klaus saw his eldest daughter coming towards them, knowing exactly what she wanted.

Henrik made a face. He tried to run away but Klaus's hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"There you are!" Charlotte was breathless and her face was red as she came to stand in front of them. She had been dancing with her uncles before finally finding her father and brother. "I have yet to dance with the two of you." She looked between them, trying to decide who she should dance with first.

"He's all yours." Klaus pushed Henrik forward.

"I don't-" Henrik didn't get a chance to finish, Charlotte took his hand and dragged him into the dance floor. Klaus chuckled at the sour look on his face.

"How treacherous of you, Niklaus."

Klaus turned to Finn, his eyes shining with mischief. "It'll keep him out of trouble."

"For now," Finn muttered.

"For now," Klaus agreed.

Henrik always found ways to get into trouble. He was a Mikaelson after all.

"See?" Bonnie said after washing the mud off Ingrid's dress and drying it. "As good as new."

Ingrid inspected her dress, there was no sign of mud at all on the skirt. "Thank you," she threw her arms around her mother. "I thought it was ruined."

"You're welcome sweetie," Bonnie kissed the top of her head before pulling apart, a soft smile gracing her lips as she contemplated her daughter. There were times when she still couldn't believe how much her children had grown.

Ingrid's brows furrowed in confusion and she stared at her mother with a strange kind of intensity.

"What is it?" Bonnie asked her.

"You have a baby in your tummy," Ingrid said simply.

Bonnie's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. "How…I…" she had been clearly caught off guard. "How do you know that?" she sputtered.

"Mama, I'm a witch. I know these things."

Bonnie laughed at the seriousness in which Ingrid answered her question.

"I knew with aunt Lu, too."

"Yes, you did." Ingrid's powers were amazing, sometimes Bonnie found herself fascinated. How could she not be powerful? Aunt Vivian had questioned once. She has been born to be a queen just like you. It was a destiny, a responsibility that Bonnie would make sure Ingrid did not have for many more years to come. Bonnie took both of Ingrid hands in hers and stared into her eyes. "You have to keep it a secret for now, okay."

"Why?"

"I want to wait after the wedding and the honeymoon to let the rest of the family know."

"Are you going to tell daddy?"

"Yes, he will be the first know."

"No, he's not. I am." Ingrid gave her a dimpled grin.

"Well, the first after you."

"It's our little secret," Ingrid promised and hugged her mother.

"It is." Bonnie hugged her back.

"I hope it's a girl," Ingrid said once they pulled apart. "I want a little sister." Her face scrunched up in deep concentration and a displeased look crossed her face.

"What?" Bonnie asked curiously.

"Urgh," Ingrid made a face. "I think it's a boy. Yuck."

"Really?"

Ingrid nodded. She stared at her mother's belly before looking into her eyes once more. "Once he's born can you have a girl, please?"

Bonnie's face was priceless. "I..." she didn't know how to respond so she settled with a simple, "we'll see." She touched her stomach and wondered what Klaus and Henrik would say if she indeed had a baby boy. Henrik is going to be over the moon, she thought dreamily. He had always wanted a little brother to play with. Her witch senses were not able to tell the sex of the baby yet, but Ingrid seemed confident that it was a boy. She had accurately predicted Sofia's pregnancy and Lucy's too, and now Bonnie's own, so she was probably right about this too.

While the two made their way back towards the party, Bonnie continued to think about the child growing inside her. Ingrid took off running after Lily and Octavia's twins. Bonnie watched her go, a smile on her face. One which only grew when she spotted Henrik dancing with Charlotte. Let's hope that keeps him out of trouble, she thought as she began to make her way towards the party. A prick on the back of her neck and a cold sensation tingling down her spine stopped her in her tracks. She spun around, sensing a vampire watching her. There were plenty of vampires in attendance but somehow, she knew this was not one of the guests at her wedding. Bonnie's eyes suddenly went wide.

There, underneath a magnolia tree, leaning casually against the trunk was none other than Damon Salvatore, dressed in black jeans and a black leather jacket. Sunglasses covered his eyes but Bonnie knew he was staring directly at her. He had that cool and carefree posture she had seen countless of times before in Mystic Falls. In a blink of an eye, he was standing in front of her.

"Damon," Bonnie couldn't quite mask the surprise in her voice. She had not expected him to come to her wedding. In the past five years, she had rarely heard from him, as he kept a low profile and unless Stefan made a comment or two about his brother's whereabouts, Bonnie had no news of him.

"Hello witchy," Damon replied, his all too familiar smirk in place. He took his sunglasses off and looked her up and down.

"I didn't think you would come," Bonnie admitted. After his breakup with Elena, Damon had left Mystic Falls and never looked back.

"Guess my invitation got lost in the mail," Damon muttered. His voice sounded casual but something flashed across his eyes, he seemed almost upset. Bonnie opened her mouth but he cut her off. "Rumors of your nuptials spread all the way to South America."

"I bet," Bonnie murmured. Rumors about their family always spread like wildfire.

Damon contemplated her with keen interest. There was an intensity in his blue eyes and Bonnie didn't know what to make of it. "You look beautiful," he said when he finally met her eyes once more.

"Thanks."

For a long time neither of them said anything else. They both took the time to contemplate each other in silence. He looked more relaxed than she had ever seen him. It seemed traveling had suited him.

"You seem different," she found herself saying. "More at ease with yourself, I don't know…" she couldn't quite put her finger on it but it seemed like a heavy weigh had been lifted off his shoulders.

"I'm happy," Damon admitted. "I didn't think I could be without E-" he stopped abruptly, his eyes looking past Bonnie's shoulder and easily spotting the girl he had once considered the love of his life. She was dancing with that werewolf guy that was related to Klaus. She seemed happy. Watching her from afar did not make him long to have her in his arms anymore, nor did he feel in any way jealous. His heart no longer ached for her. The truth was, breaking up had been easier than they both expected.

"Is everything okay, between the two of you I mean…" Bonnie trailed off, unsure if he would want to talk about it. Elena hadn't given her any details. It was for the best; she had said when the three friends got together to spend some girl time. Elena had been sad, Elena had cried a lot, but she had eventually moved on and it looked like Damon had done the same. He probably did something, Caroline confided in Bonnie. I bet this was all his fault. He broke Elena's heart. Bonnie didn't think the breakup had been Damon's fault but she kept those thoughts to herself. Whatever happened, it was between the two of them.

"No hard feelings," Damon replied and turned back to stare at her face once more. "It's all good. We are two mature adults who went their separate ways." He smirked at her.

"What happened?" Bonnie couldn't stop her curiosity. Elena had refused to discuss the details of their break up and even though Caroline and Bonnie had tried, she had never said a single word about it, just that it wasn't mean to be.

Something flickered across Damon's eyes, a raw kind of emotion that startled her. Damon looked sad, regretful, and there was another emotion as well, one she couldn't quite figure out; it was disconcerting. "I fell in love with the wrong girl," he whispered more to himself.

Bonnie heard him perfectly and frowned. "What do you mea-"

"I hope you are happy," Damon interrupted her.

"I am," Bonnie was beaming. She was glowing really.

"Good." Damon took a step closer. "I just wanted to congratulate you."

"You can stay," Bonnie was quick to offer. "Stefan and-"

"Nah," Damon glanced at the bunch of people in the garden and shook his head. "I have a plane to catch," he told her. "I want to keep traveling. And don't worry, I'll be sending post cards to my baby brother so he doesn't worry." He rolled his eyes. "I just wanted to see you." He met her eyes-there was that look again- before he leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Klaus is one lucky mother fucker," he whispered against her ear. Then, he was gone.

Bonnie blinked, surprised by the quickness of his movements. She looked around the garden and tried to find him among the trees. There was no sign of him. Damon Salvatore had disappeared as quickly as he had showed up. Weird, Bonnie thought. But she felt happy for him. She was glad he wasn't pinning after Elena or reverting into his old habits as-far as she knew.

For a long time, Bonnie stood there, contemplating the trees and half expecting to see Damon again. He didn't return of course. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a hard chest. Bonnie smiled and leaned back against him, enjoying the feel of his arms around her body. "I see Henrik dancing with Charlotte."

"I might have volunteered him to keep him out of trouble."

Bonnie laughed. "I think he's enjoying himself." Henrik would never admit it out loud but he had paid attention and was expertly twirling Charlotte around the dance floor. Not too far away from them, Ingrid, Lily, and Octavia's twins had formed a circle and were holding hands as they jumped up and down with each beat of the music, their giggles echoing around the forest.

"Enchanting fairies they are," Klaus noted with an amused smile.

"Yes."

"Let's get out of here," Klaus murmured against her ear. Bonnie shivered as she felt his hot breath against her skin. "Let's start our honeymoon now," he kissed the side of her neck, his hands resting possessively on her hips.

"The children…" Bonnie said, closing her eyes and moaning silently at the feel of his hot tongue sucking on her pulse point.

"I already talked to Rebekah and Joanna."

"What about the cake and-"

"Let's go," Klaus's voice was almost pleading. "I need to touch you." One of his hands moved dangerously close to the side of her breast.

Bonnie shivered. God, the things he could do to her with his voice alone. "Okay," she agreed, feeling overwhelmed by the desire pulsing through their bond. "But we need to say goodbye to the kids first."

"I'll get them."

Bonnie laughed at how quickly he disappeared in search of their children. Within a couple of minutes, he came back with all three of them in tow.

"You guys are leaving now?" Charlotte asked them. "What about the cake?"

"I'm sure you are going to enjoy it," Klaus hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Remember you are in charge while we're away."

Charlotte beamed at that. "Don't worry dad, I'll take care of them."

Klaus caressed her cheek tenderly. "I know you will." She was such a responsible girl.

"Behave," Bonnie told the twins as she hugged and kissed them both. "Listen to your aunts and your sister." she glanced at Charlotte. "I'm going to call every day, okay." she kissed them again.

"Don't worry mom, I'm in charge." Charlotte grinned with pride and hugged her mother. "Have a safe trip."

"Thank you, sweetie." Bonnie felt tears burning in her eyes. "You're so grown up," she whispered.

"Are you crying?" Henrik gave his mother a strange look.

"I know silly mom," Bonnie wiped the tears from her face. She was hormonal and cried easily these days, they didn't know of course, saved for Ingrid who was smiling at her. "I'm just going to miss you, that's all."

"You can take me with you," Henrik offered.

"Kids are not allowed in a honeymoon," Ingrid told her bother.

"Says who?"

"Aunty Bex."

Bonnie laughed.

Klaus hugged and kissed each of the twins. "We'll see each other in two weeks," he promised.

"We're going to miss you," Ingrid kissed his cheek.

"We'll miss you too." Klaus hugged and kissed them one more time before he picked Bonnie in his arms. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Bye!" she waved and blew kisses at their kids before he took off at hybrid speed.

Charlotte and Henrik waved at them while Ingrid blew kisses. They watched their parents disappeared into the sunset.

"I guess I have to tell everyone they decided to start their honeymoon earlier huh," Charlotte bit her lip.

"Yeah," Henrik muttered.

"Or we can keep it a secret," Ingrid offered. "I love secrets!" There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she thought of the secret she shared with her mother.

Charlotte pondered her words. "I guess they can figure it out," she decided. "Come on," she took both of their hands and the three siblings returned to the party without informing anyone of their parents' whereabouts.

By the time rest of the family and the other guests realized the bride and groom were gone, Klaus and Bonnie were already making their way across the Atlantic.

Thailand

The next day

Sunlight streamed through the open balcony doors, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the birds chirping were the first thing she became aware of as she opened her eyes. She could see the blue of the ocean from where she was, the sun gliding across the water made it shine like gold. A strong possessive arm was thrown across her waist, a warm naked body tightly pressed against her back. Bonnie smiled, remembering the events of the past forty-eight hours.

"Good morning Mrs. Mikaelson," Klaus whispered in her ear.

"Good morning Mr. Mikaelson," Bonnie shifted in his arms and turned to face him, her smile growing as she stared into his devilish handsome face. For a couple of minutes, they laid like that, silently staring at one another. She cupped his cheek and lost herself in his eyes, as blue as the water outside. A memory came to her then, of a different morning; waking up with confusion in a strange bed, and seduction that had followed.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked her.

"The morning after prom," Bonnie responded. It seemed like a lifetime ago but that moment had changed it all, it had been the beginning of everything.

"This is a nicer way to wake up isn't it?"

Bonnie's lips twitched. "Yes, it is." She pressed her body closer, shivering with delight, and feeling her nipples harden against his naked chest. "This is the perfect way to wake up." Their faces were almost touching and she nipped at his lower lip playfully.

Klaus groaned and pulled her naked body against his before kissing her fully on the lips. Yes, this was the perfect way to wake up. He rolled on top of her, careful not to crush her under his weight. He had absolutely no intention of letting her out of bed. Now that he had her all to himself, he planned to take full advantage of it. For the next two weeks, there were no schools to run, cities to govern, or children to take care of. It was just the two of them.

Bonnie had to break the kiss, lips swollen, and breathing ragged. She stared into his lust filled hybrid eyes and shivered. The heat coiling inside her belly already spreading all the way to her toes.

"I can't get enough of you," Klaus whispered against her neck. He peppered her neck and shoulder with hot kisses while his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs grazing her hard nipples.

Bonnie moaned and arched her back. When she felt one of his hands moving over her stomach and lower still, she decided to tell him the good news. She couldn't keep quiet anymore. "I have to tell you something," she pushed his hands away from her breasts.

Klaus raised his head and stared into her eyes, the bond letting him know how important it was for her. "What is it?" he asked. "Are you worried about the kids? I texted Rebekah earlier-"

"No," Bonnie smiled and reached up to touch the side of his face. "I know they are fine." She trusted Rebekah and Matt and the rest of the family to look after their children while they were on their honeymoon. She stared into his eyes, a happy smile gracing her lips. "I'm pregnant," she told him without preamble.

Klaus froze momentarily, his eyes moving immediately to her still flat stomach. "You…" a look of realization dawned on him. "That's why you didn't drink any champagne last night!" he recalled right away. He had found it odd when he saw her touch the glass to her lips during the toast but she had not drunk a single drop. "Or during the rehearsal dinner, you chose water instead."

"Yeah…" Bonnie laughed. "I didn't think you noticed."

"I did." Klaus cradled her face with one hand. "The full moon," he knew immediately when they had conceived. He felt absolutely sure of it. "It was during the full moon, wasn't it?"

Bonnie nodded. Her face was hot as images of that night surfaced. It had been intense, like all the other full moons before. Except this time, they had gotten frisky in the Bayou, spending the whole night outside. "I wanted to wait after the wedding to tell you," she said. "Although Ingrid knows already, she figured it out."

"Of course, she did." Klaus didn't feel surprised by that. He lowered his head until their foreheads were almost touching. "Another child," he whispered against her lips.

"Another child," Bonnie repeated. "Are you happy?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He kissed her lips tenderly, while his hand caressed her stomach gently. "I love you."

"And I love you," Bonnie murmured against his lips.

"Thank you, Bonnie."

"Why are you thanking me for?"

"Because you have given me everything I have ever wanted," Klaus responded, the raw honesty in his voice was reflected on his eyes and face. They both shared a hopeful and happy look before their lips fused together once more. Their kiss was soft, lazy even. They had kissed like this a thousand times before, letting the love and happiness echoing through their bond guide their movements. They kissed and touched and lost themselves in each sensation, rolling around in the big bed with white sheets, their bodies moving in harmony and their hearts beating as one. Together they had found what they had been missing their whole lives. Together they had built a family, a future, a home. Together they had found the love they had been denied. Together they were truly and blissfully happy.

A/N: All I can say is, thank you. To everyone who has followed, favored, and reviewed this story particularly, those of you who have been reviewing since the very beginning…thank you so much. Your support has been absolutely incredible. I never thought this story would be liked by so many people. I'm honestly amazed by all of you. Thank you.