Back at the Abattoir, they ran into Kol, first thing in the atrium, as if he had been waiting for them to get back, and Bella was grateful that this time they were keeping their hands to themselves. You can only look like a horny teenager in front of your boyfriend's immortal family so many times.

"Bella, I don't think you have met my younger brother, Kol, yet," Klaus began introducing them to each other.

"Oh, we've met plenty," the cheeky Mikaelson quipped, his mouth raising up at the corner into a half-smirk.

"Yes, we ran into each other in the kitchen earlier when I was making the eggs," Bella supplied eagerly, trying not to blush under the fact that wasn't the first time he saw her, and most definitely not the one he was referring to.

"Marvelous then. I hope you will all get along," the werewolf hybrid enthused, wanting nothing more than for his family to be together. And hopefully not plotting against each other. Unfortunately, that was always a possibility with them, so there was that thinly veiled edge to his voice that suggested: "or else."

"Sure, brother," Kol nodded, his eye glued to Bella, then he took his leave. She didn't say anything, but for some reason the guy creeped her out a bit, though she couldn't exactly put her finger on what felt off.

"I was wondering…" Niklaus began, averting his gaze almost shyly as he tried to broach the subject on his mind.

"About what?" the agent glanced up, sensing his hesitancy, hugging him around the waist for comfort. He quickly returned the gesture, pulling her closer to himself.

"Since you wouldn't be moving out, perhaps you wanted to make yourself more comfortable here? Like packing out of your bags. Into closets," the Original came out with it finally. Earlier when Bella was rummaging through her stuff, he couldn't help but notice that she was still living out of her suitcases.

"Yeah, I think that would be logical," she allowed, smiling to herself. She secretly loved the fact that she could make Klaus, the Original werewolf hybrid, feared by many, a bit weak at the knees, fumbling his words timidly, actually concerned about what her reaction might be to his suggestion.

"I was thinking along the lines of also maybe moving a few doors down the hall. Sharing a bedroom with me to be exact," he elaborated, a lot more confidently, smirking at her playfully.

"I guess that could be arranged too," Bella chuckled, it turning into full-on giggling when Klaus eagerly began leading her to her room in that instant so that they could finalize her living arrangements. Almost as if he was worried that she would change her mind if they didn't do it right then and there.

Gathering her stuff was a quick affair, mostly involving shoving her bathroom supplies into her vanity bag, so she banished Klaus to wait patiently on her bed, waving off his offer to help. Despite his apparent enthusiasm regarding officially moving in together, doubt seeped into Bella's mind as she flitted around the room.

"You really do want this, don't you?" the agent asked, her hands pausing as she was about to close the zipper on her bag that was sitting on her bed right beside Klaus, not daring to look at him in case he rejected her.

"Of course, I do! Why do you ask?" he looked at her perplexedly, brows furrowing.

"Nothing. Never mind," Bella shook her head. This was silly, she shouldn't let them get to her so much…

"Bella…" the Original warned, not too patient with people keeping things from him when there was obviously something going on.

"I just…" the girl trailed off with a sigh. Might as well get this over with. "Your family seems to think this is a temporary arrangement. And then there is the fact that we have barely known each other for a week..."

"What did they say that made you feel so insecure about your place by my side?" Klaus inquired menacingly. He had repeated time and time again that he considered her to be his queen, not something he said lightly.

"Look, I'm not even sure if they still feel that way. I just couldn't help but notice that their initial reactions to me were always like I was some passing fad on your part," she backtracked because honestly, no one had given her shit about this for a few days now. Bekah had even assured her of her change of heart since then. There was just this fresh reminder…

"Kol… I'm going to rip him apart," the werewolf was practically ready to pounce as he caught the meaning behind her unsaid words, and Bella had to wonder if this knee-jerk reaction to always assume the worst of his family was healthy.

He seemingly took her word at face value, which was endearing, this level of trust he placed in her, but maybe a tad dangerous if it were anyone else but her. Perhaps they had let him down one too many times, whereas she still had a clean slate.

"No! For the love of… don't, please don't. I don't want you guys fighting. I was just wondering if there was a reason why they might be thinking this won't last," the agent placed calming hands on his chest, letting herself be tugged possessively onto his lap. He held onto her like he never wanted to let her go.

"I suppose the fact that over the millennia I never actually fell for or cared about anyone might have something to do with it," Klaus begrudgingly confessed. Being open with his emotions was still relatively new to him.

"Not even Cami?" Bella dared to bring her up, making sure to keep her tone light and welcoming.

"Well, she was the one exception, but we never actually…" the Original allowed, grief overtaking his features.

"Became a thing?" she tried, although admittedly a bit too millennial in her choice of words, her hand playing absentmindedly with his hair at the back of his neck.

"You could say that… it was complicated," he looked away again.

The topic hurt too much. They had consummated their relationship the same night Aurora murdered her in her sleep. The despair he felt when he thought she was lost to him forever was devastating. Then she woke up, transitioning into a vampire. Nothing was quite the same after that. Her trust was shattered, and she had distanced herself from him. It was only in her final moments, dying from Lucien's venom that Klaus actually confessed his love to her.

"We don't have to get into it if you don't want to, but I'm here to listen in case you do," the brunette hugged him to her chest, offering her full emotional support to him.

She really did remind him of Cami in many ways. The blond girl had always been there to listen too, even when talking was the last thing he had wanted. Her having a psychology degree might have had something to do with that.

"You are too perfect for words, love," Niklaus broke away from her just enough to kiss her appreciatively, then allowed her to hold him tight.

A few minutes later an unbidden yawn escaped her, and she flushed scarlet in embarrassment.

"Tired, love?" the werewolf hybrid brushed a lock of hair out of her face, studying her features.

"Very," Bella revealed, staring blankly in front of herself.

"Do you want to postpone the move until tomorrow?" Klaus gave her an out, though he wanted nothing else than to sleep with her again tonight.

"No, I'm all packed up, we can take everything over to your room. Just unpacking into closets might have to wait," she admitted with a sheepish smile.

"If you are sure…" he trailed off uncertainly.

Why he kept walking on eggshells around her, Bella couldn't figure out.

"Yes, I am. Let's go," the girl insisted, slipping off his lap, extending her hand towards him.

Klaus stood happily, grabbing her bags before exiting the room with her.

As they walked along the interior balcony towards their destination, someone hollered at them from the ground floor of the atrium.

"Should I bring champagne or a housewarming gift?" Kol exclaimed mockingly. "Breaking the world record of hastily shaking up should be celebrated!"

"Ignore him…" Klaus hissed through his gritted teeth to Bella.

"I heard that!" the younger Mikaelson kept poking the bear… or wolf in this case.

"That was my intention!" the werewolf hybrid snapped. His irritation with his brother was already high because of the mind games Kol was playing with Bella.

Bella chuckled at their exchange. She was an only child, but she assumed banters like this would have been a frequent occurrence in her household too if that weren't the case. Except human families didn't quite get as violent usually. On a whim, she leaned over the railing as she addressed the boy – for he was just that, he couldn't have been older than Bella when he was turned – deciding to defuse the situation in an alternative fashion.

"One would think you'd have better things to do, having been recently revived and all, than spying on your brother's love life, don't you agree?" the girl asked, cocking her head to the side to enhance the childish wonder of the inquiry.

Having been called out on his behavior straight to his face, instead of the passive-aggressive back and forth that was so characteristic of his family dynamic, had the younger Mikaelson stumped. Primarily since the implication was that he was straight up interested in their bedroom endeavors. Which he most definitely did not want to know about.

"Goodnight!" she called to him, not unkindly, before he could say another word and they disappeared into Klaus's room.

The Original scooped Bella up to straddle him the second the door closed behind them, dropping the bags carelessly into a corner, and began kissing her fervently. He found her big mouth and spunk a massive turn on and couldn't wait to make her his once again.

Without actually looking, he made his way to his bed solely based on his memory of the room, and placed the girl down, releasing her for a few moments until he hastily undressed himself.

It really couldn't have been more than three seconds, but by the time he crawled onto her, she was fast asleep, her head lolling to the side. The original let out a strangled, little, defeated chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. Promises or no promises, Bella did say that she was utterly exhausted. Raincheck it is.

Klaus quickly undid and removed her boots, to at least make somewhat comfortable, then tucked her in before heading to his en-suite for a cold shower to try and relieve some of the sexual tension from his body. When he reemerged, he noticed that she hadn't moved an inch in the time he was gone. The werewolf hybrid quickly crawled into bed, pushing a stray lock of hair away from face lovingly.

"Sleep well, love," he murmured before flicking the lights off.

Wednesday morning, Bella woke up too warm, tangled in Klaus's embrace. For a moment she almost didn't remember how she got there, then hot embarrassment flushed her face as her memory supplied the missing pieces a second later. I seriously fell asleep during sex? Okay, foreplay… whatever. Still!

Even with her limited experience, she knew that was bad. Yet Klaus seemed just as possessive as ever, even in his sleep, one hand draped over her torso, clutching her close, their feet intertwined under the blankets. The brunette hoped he wouldn't hold any resentment later when he was conscious either.

As she tried to free herself from the octopus vice grip the original had on her body, Bella noticed that she was still dressed in yesterday's clothes. What surprised her most about this revelation is that her jeans were too tight on her. Vampires didn't get fat… so how? There wasn't that much of a difference, but enough that she immediately undid her button when she was finally able to slip out of bed. Oddly enough Klaus didn't even stir.

With a quick glance around she located her bag that had been abandoned by the door, got some fresh clothes and her vanity bag then wandered into the large en-suite bathroom. The warmth of the morning shower felt so good on her skin, soothing away a tenseness she didn't even realize was there. And then as she started washing herself off and her hands skimmed her breasts, she almost gasped at how tender they were.

Though it struck her as odd, she dismissed the concern almost instantly, stepping out of the shower and toweling herself off. Getting dressed was another challenge. The last thing she wanted today were constricting jeans, so she quickly discarded the ones she had brought in after she felt really uncomfortable in them and went back outside to dig up her most stretchy pair of pants that she could still get away with at work.

Light smut warning, if you don't want to read it skip to the next bold text :)

As Bella bent down, clad in only her panties and top, she heard Klaus groan appreciatively behind her back.

"Now, that is a sight worth waking up to," the Original chuckled, propped up on his elbows as he admired the view.

The vampire girl felt herself flush at the compliment, spinning around so fast with her newly chosen pants in hand that she almost got dizzy.

"Morning to you too. Handsome," she tried flirting, but she was too flustered for that sentence to come out right. Instead, she looked like a little schoolgirl, bashfully glancing at her crush, her legs crossed in front of each other from trying not to fall from the momentum. Klaus huffed a fond little amused laugh, beckoning her to join him.

"Come here, love."

"I'm going to be late," the agent pretended to pout but crossed the room nonetheless, letting herself to be pulled into bed with him.

"I won't keep you long then," he murmured huskily against her throat, peppering her skin first with light then increasingly more insistent kisses and nibbles. "I have promises to collect if I recall correctly."

Bella was putty in his hands within seconds, moaning hard when he slipped his hand down into her panties.

"So wet for me already," the werewolf hybrid practically growled appreciatively into her ears, sending another wave of hot need down to her core.

"Klaus… please…" Bella sighed, barely a whisper on her lips.

"Please what, darling?" he teased playfully, his thumb circling her clitoris, alternating between light strokes and more insistent brushes as he cupped the rest of her, playing around her entrance.

"AH…" she gasped in pleasure at one particular instance that seemingly had a direct line to the raw need coiling tighter and tighter low in her belly.

The Original seemed to take mercy on her with a smirk against her skin, because the next thing she knew, he was pulling his boxers down, his whole length springing free. Soon she realized that wasn't entirely the case because after he tugged her panties down and settled between her legs, he kept up the relentless teasing, just with his cock now.

"Please…" the girl breathed, looking up pleadingly into his blue-green eyes. Begging seemed to be his thing. He enjoyed hearing her beg. Kinky fucker.

"What it is that you want, sweetheart?"

Even the werewolf's husky voice vibrating against her skin was maddening.

"You…" she was at her wit's end by now, even though she couldn't explain even to herself why. He had barely done anything, yet everything seemed so intensified, every touch felt like they have been at this for hours instead of mere few minutes with how sensitive she was.

Klaus finally thrust into her, slow and deliberate move, savoring every inch of her, and no matter how tightly wound she was, Bella knew that was exactly what she needed. The Original almost hissed in surprise, she was so snug and slick, her walls clamping down on his length with every movement.

It didn't take long for either of them to come. And Bella was practically screaming his name with the intensity of her orgasm.

End of smut.

Bella somehow managed not to be late after the morning she had, but she was utterly distracted. That was the most accurate way to put it. And it wasn't the mind-blowing sex that had her preoccupied either. She couldn't really concentrate on their case, she felt tired despite the excellent night of sleep she got, and her mind kept flickered back to the oddities she had been experiencing for the last few days. And then there was the thumping. The sound of blood rushing in every human's arteries who were currently in the same room with her. She was hungry and thirsty and didn't know what to do with herself.

"Bella!" Sonja waved a hand in front of her face, apparently having called her name several times without getting a response. "Everything alright there? You've been kind of spacing out on us."

Right. They were in the middle of the morning briefing, summarizing everything they had learned about Brooks.

"Yeah, I'm fine…" Swan began, but her words got swallowed up by the sudden onset of nausea. "Excuse me," she managed to get out before dashing at incredible speeds toward the ladies' room. Somewhere along the way, her subconscious mind reined back her muscles enough for it to be humanly possible to move the way she had. Thank god.

And then came the vomiting. Bella hadn't vomited since… well, well before she had become a vampire. It sucked big time. She had definitely not missed this aspect of the human experience, and it just added a whole new pile of misery on top of her physical woes. Her mind was racing over the possible causes that could make a vampire upchuck their breakfast. Was she rejecting last night's elk blood?

Before she could get to the end of her train of thought, there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, Swan, you alright in there?" Sonja asked, worry lacing her tone.

"Yeah, super!" Bella mumbled before a moan took her voice and she hurled once more.

By some miracle, the urge subsided that after that and the brunette was able to get off the floor and to the sink to wash away the foul taste from her mouth.

"Sure you don't need help?" Percy rapped on the door again, bringing Bella's attention back to her.

The vampire hybrid could hear the pulsing of her blood in her veins even through the barrier, and Bella gulped uneasily. She couldn't stay here. Not with this weird blood lust she had going on right now. Glancing up at the mirror, the girl noted her clammy face. She looked like a total mess.

Okay, I can work with this, the agent thought to herself. She sucked in a deep breath to steel herself, vowing not to take another one until she was well out of here, lest her instincts took over and she murdered her colleagues.

The brunette carefully opened the door, making sure to look wobbly, and wholly unwell.

"Geez, girl," the other female agent commented wryly. "If you weren't feeling well, you should have just said something."

"Everything okay back there?" Pride's voice carried down the corridor, him appearing around the corner.

"Stomach flu, I think," Bella mumbled without wasting much of her precious air as she leaned against the wall for support to complement her act.

Not that she needed air to survive. She could do without oxygen, but unfortunately, vocal cords required something to resonate from to make sounds, and the vampire wasn't sure how much more she would need to say to convince her boss to let her have a sick day.

Agent Swan wanted to chuckle internally. She probably seemed like the worst fucking employee of the year. Ever since she had started her new job, every single fucking day something came up that required her to leave early, or have some personal time in the middle of the work hours. Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to care. At all. Fire her for tardiness! That would have been so awesome right about now. Would have solved a bunch of things.

"Go home, Swan," Dwayne sighed with a tiny shake of his head, turning around and heading back toward the team room.

Bella just gaped after him. That was easy. Too easy.

"Want me to get your bag?" Sonja asked empathetically. "You could go out the back if you don't want to face Chris's inevitable teasing?"

The brunette just nodded gratefully and stayed put as the black girl strutted toward their desks.

A moment later, she was back already.

"Feel better," Percy said, rubbing her shoulder, trying to comfort her, but achieving the opposite.

Now Bella could not only hear, but also feel the girl's pulse through her skin, and she had to muster every bit of her self-restraint to not sink her teeth into the other agent.

Instead, the vampire closed her eyes, swallowed thickly, and nodded as she turned away to head out the back entrance. On the surface, it probably seemed like she was just battling another wave of nausea.

Hopefully.

The agent didn't dare to check out the reaction to her struggles.

When Bella was finally outside, she let herself take a careful breath. Although there were humans milling around, the open air diluted the pull of their blood by a million degrees. She had herself entirely under control.

Nevertheless, she was worried. This was very uncharacteristic of her. The brunette had never been so close to actually sucking someone's blood, so close to not being able to curb back the desire that always lingered under the surface.

Even though she had just been to hunt the day before, she needed to go again. There was no other way around it. Maybe if she was full all the time with animal blood, it would help with the urges more, even if it didn't fully sate the thirst.

So Bella made her way to their usual patch of forest and began her hunt for deer since she didn't have the patience at the moment to go farther for something more significant. Once she caught her prey, she found that the taste was even less appealing than ever before. The vampire forced the blood down either way, and since none of it came up immediately, she deemed it safe to go back to the compound.

Explaining all this to Klaus was going to be a doozy.

The agent walked through the doors of the Abattoir a half an hour later, listening for signs of anyone being home.

"If you are looking for Nik, he went out," Rebekah's voice came from behind Bella, making her jump.

"Oh," the girl breathed out, not quite sure if she was disappointed or relieved that she had a bit more time to collect her thoughts before some kind of explanation would be demanded out of her as to why she was back home before it was even lunchtime.

"Everything all right?" the blond Original caught onto the other girl's troubled expression.

"Yeah, I think I'm just gonna go up and wait for him there to get back," the vampire hybrid declared with a bit more conviction in her voice than she felt, then made for the stairs leading up to their now shared bedroom.

Bekah glanced after her with raised brows. Something was not right. But she shrugged her shoulders and sauntered off to continue with whatever she had been doing before the brunette had come home. Contrary to popular belief, she did know it was best not to poke her nose into Nik's business, even if she didn't always follow this piece of common sense advice.

Bella entered the bedroom carefully, just to make sure, almost expecting having been lied to and Klaus actually being there. When it turned out that it wasn't the case, she almost sighed in relief anew.

The agent walked over to their bed and sat down, running her hand over the duvet as she immersed herself in her thoughts. Something was going on with her. Maybe it was due to the werewolf venom, perhaps something else was wrecking havoc in her system, but Klaus probably deserved to know about it, now that they were semi-officially a couple.

She lay back, staring at the ceiling, her feet still dangling off the side of the bed when suddenly she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore and fell into a fitful sleep.

Klaus came back to the compound a few hours later, heading straight for his art room to pour himself into another session of painting when Rebekah stopped him in the atrium.

"You might want to check on your princess," the blonde said, suggestively glancing up at the spot where the door to Nik's bedroom was.

"Bella is home?" the werewolf hybrid's brows shot up in surprise. "Did something happen?"

"She didn't say," Bekah shook her head, but something in her expression said that something was wrong.

That had Klaus even more apprehensive. With a hurried pace, taking two-three stairs at a time, he was up there, opening his bedroom door in no time.

Finding Bella sprawled out on the comforter, fast asleep, was definitely not what he had been expecting. The way she lay there didn't seem like the most comfortable position either. Still fully clothed, boots and all, not even entirely on the bed, as if she had passed out while sitting there.

He quietly threaded through the room and sat down beside her, placing his hand on her hair to gently stroke her awake when he noticed the pained expression on her slumbering features. Whatever she was dreaming about wasn't pleasant.

"Bella, love…" the Original murmured, trying to softly rouse her when suddenly Bella shot up into a sitting position.

Before he could say anything, she whipped to the bathroom, the door slamming behind her. Within a second, he could hear retching. He was up and at the door within a fraction of a second.

"Bella?" Klaus asked, not even bothering to mask the utterly worried undertones from his voice.

"Go away," she muttered feebly. The last thing she wanted right now was having an audience to her upchucking.

"I'm coming in," the werewolf hybrid declared, eliciting a groan from the brunette before she puked again.

Nik carefully gathered her hair out her face with one hand, while he got a small towel from the cabinet under the sink and wet it with cold water, placing it against the back of his lover's neck.

Bella had to admit, this wasn't so bad. It did make her feel just a tiny bit less dreadful. She sat back on her heels when she was done, wishing for a toothbrush. Instead she a got a small cup of mouthwash, which was equally effective.

She sloshed the mentholy liquid around her mouth for a few seconds before spitting it into the toilet. Without her asking, the flush handle was pushed, and she was gathered up in the Original's arms and brought back to bed. This time her footwear was removed, though in no way of her own volition. The girl was grateful for that too.

"Talk to me, love, what is wrong?" Klaus inquired, almost pleadingly. He was soon gonna be sick with worry himself.

"I have no idea," Bella whimpered quietly, burying her face in his chest.

"Shh, it's all right," the man soothed, his mind furiously trying to run through the list of possibilities.

The whole thing didn't make any sense. Vampires didn't get the flu or food poisoning, or any other human ailments really. The werewolf venom would have taken its effect much sooner, not to mention other symptoms accompanying, none of which Bella showed in the past couple of days.

She could be rejecting animal blood, which was her main diet, he supposed, but why?

Before Klaus could ask for more details to try and piece together the mystery, he noticed that the brunette had dozed off in his arms. The werewolf hybrid didn't have the heart to wake her for further questioning, nor did he want to move her, lest her sleep got disturbed. So he stayed there the whole afternoon and night with her, watching her rest, but he got none of it himself. His mind was too preoccupied.

In the end, Niklaus must have nodded off despite his best intentions sometime in the early morning, because when Bella woke up on Thursday morning, after what seemed like at least fourteen hours, he was fast asleep, his arms like a protective vice grip around her once again.

Somehow the agent managed to untangle herself without waking the Original. Truth be told, at the moment she felt much better than the previous day. None of that pesky nausea. She did wonder how long it would last though.

A hot shower would feel heavenly either way, to wash all of the sticky sweat from her body, she decided.

As she got up to make her way to the en-suite, the brunette caught sight of herself in the full-body mirror in the corner and gasped.

No matter how improbable – or rather impossible it was considering that it had only been a few days – there was a definitive bump on her lower abdomen.

Swan placed a soothing hand on the protrusion, glancing down at it with adoration since there was really only one explanation for its existence, coupled with everything she had been experiencing over the last few days.

She was pregnant.