AN: I do not own TVD or TO or The Princess Diaries

This chapter is set 6 years later.

Elijah entered their suite. He dropped to sit beside his wife on the bed. She tossed her book aside when he joined her before leaning into his side.

"How was the meeting?" She rested her hands on her abdomen.

"It went very well," he assured her. "Between your grandmother and myself we should be seeing some results in the refuge program by Christmas."

"Ambitious," she laughed, "that's only three months away."

"It's your plan," he reached for her left hand and ran his thumb over her knuckles, "and since you can't see it through right now, I will. How was your day?"

"Boring," she threw her head back against the headboard. "So incredibly dull; I am bored out of my mind in here. I don't like being cooped up in bed all day."

"The doctor said you were over-doing it, and that you needed to relax," he pressed his hand against her swollen abdomen and was rewarded with a kick. "You'll only be on bedrest a few more days until they induce labour; then you and our little prince can move around freely."

"He's already moving around freely," she laughed when their son started turning somersaults in her uterus.

"I'm pretty sure you won't be bored now." His head turned to the door as the maids announced his brother.

The sound of little feet could be heard rounding the corner. Two identical girls raced inside; their dark brown braids fell on either side of their heads and rested against the navy blue uniform sweaters.

Kol followed the twin girls as they ran into their parent's room and hopped up on the bed. He set their schoolbags by the door.

"Mummy," the younger sister jumped up on the bed, "Lucy pulled my braids." She pointed to her older sister.

"Only cause Katie pulled mine first," Lucy crossed her arms. She sat on her knees beside her father and stuck out her tongue.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

The exchange continued as Kol whispered that this was the first he had heard of the hair pulling, and that it must have happened at school. He quietly slipped from the room leaving the royal family to sort out the mess.

"Katie, did you pull your sisters hair," Elijah held the child's shoulders to keep her from jumping across the bed.

"No," she couldn't keep the smile from her lips.

"Katie…"

"Yes," her shoulders slumped forward. "I'm sorry Lucy."

"Lucy," Elena pushed the braids back over her shoulder.

"She pulled mine first," she crossed her arms stubbornly.

"Just because your sister started it doesn't mean you have to pull her hair as well," Elena sighed. "When you do something mean you have to apologize; your sister has said she's sorry."

"Okay," she slumped in a mirror pose to her twin sister, "I'm sorry Katie. I won't do it again."

A few moments later the girls ran off to play in their room.

"So," Elijah glanced down at her, "do you have any regrets?"

"One," she frowned. "I regret getting bangs in the seventh grade. They did not work for my bone structure at all."

"I can see that," he chuckled. The girls chose that moment to pop their heads back around the corner.

"When's our baby brother getting here?" Lucy walked back inside. "I'm tired of being the youngest."

"Your brother's already here," Elijah laid his hand over their son. "He's in mummy's tummy."

Lucy and Katie stared at them with wide eyes. "He is?"

"Yes," Elena placed their hands on her stomach, "you can feel him kicking."

"How'd he get in there?" Lucy whispered.

"How's he going to get out?" Katie tilted her head to stare at her mother's stomach.

"Well," Elena stuttered. She turned to her husband who seemed as equally taken aback as she was, "why don't you take this one Elijah."

The end.