Girl of the Originals

chapter 17

After Marcel and I had sex a few more times, we snuggled. There were no words for being held in a strong man's arms...I had a feeling that it wouldn't feel like this with any other guy, besides my soulmates.

I didn't want to get off his bed, but I knew that if I didn't return home soon, Elijah would be worried and I would have to stop Klaus from murdering Marcel. I said a quick goodbye to Davina who had a knowing smile on her face and held hands with Marcel while he drove me home.

Even though, we had just grown closer and I had one of the best days of my life, I was oddly sad. I didn't like being driven back and forth. I wanted to live under one roof with my baby and my three amazing men.

"What's wrong?" Marcel asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing," I lied.

The victorious grin that he had been sporting since we made love disappeared. "You know that you can tell me anything," he said. "I want to know what you are thinking."

"You'll probably think that I am a spoiled brat," I said, shaking my head as I looked out the window.

He chuckled. "So you want something?" he smirked.

He grew serious again. "I won't say no to you unless it gets in the way of your safety," he told me.

"I don't like being driven back and forth," I said.

"Is there something wrong with you or the baby? I can hang out with you at your place," Marcel said quickly. He liked to think of the house that I was staying at with Klaus and Elijah as my place instead of theirs. They still didn't have the best relationship.

"No, nothing is wrong with me or the baby," I said, avoiding his concerned gaze. "I just want us all to live in the same place together. It feels like we are all divorced or something."

"You know I love you, but I don't swing that way when it comes to men. I would never marry Klaus or Elijah, and I would never break things off with you," he said. "That would be impossible."

I laughed. "You know what I mean," I said, giving him a pointed stare.

Pain flashed in his dark brown eyes before it disappeared again. I hated seeing it there in the first place. I never wanted any of my guys to be in pain.

"When their father, Mikael came to New Orleans and set the movie theater on fire, Rebekah, Klaus, and Elijah left me behind for dead," Marcel said, tightening his grip up on the steering wheel. "And they never came back."

"You could've contacted them," I said.

He punched the steering wheel, frightening me in the process. "They could've tried to see if I survived the fire. They could have reached out to me."

The ride home was quiet after that. I wondered if what happened between the Michaelsons and Marcel could ever be fixed, but I was starting to think that they would never make up. I didn't want my baby or I to be caught in the middle.

"Bye, I love you," Marcel said, hugging me before I got out of the car. I was comforted by the fact that he seemed to be back to his old self, but my stomach felt like it was in knots.

I didn't say 'I love you' back. I was sort of overwhelmed and tired. It was around eight o'clock at night. Before I was pregnant, I could've stayed awake until the early hours of the morning, but now I was ready to go to bed as soon as the sun comes down.

Elijah was already playing the piano when I walked into the house. He looked up when I came in with a soft smile on his face. It disappeared when he read the expression on my face.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

My lower lip quivered.

I didn't say anything as I walked into the kitchen where Klaus was sipping on a small cup of bourbon. "I hunted a few more witches today," Klaus said without looking at me as a smile crept up slowly onto his face. "Soon New Orleans will be mine again and people will fear my name."

Then he looked over at me and he stopped grinning.

"What did Marcel do?" Klaus said, sounding as dangerous as ever. "And why do you smell like him?"

"He didn't do anything," I said, ignoring his last question as I headed upstairs to bed. I didn't have dinner, but I wasn't really hungry. I was kind of feeling nauseous. "I'm going to bed."

"Just give me the word," Klaus said, raising his voice, "and I will murder him!"

Why was that thought slightly satisfying?

I wasn't mad at Marcel for reacting how he did and punching the steering wheel. I just hated how it kind of ruined our evening.

When I went into my room, somebody was waiting for me. A woman in her mid twenties with red hair and startling green eyes was standing in front of the window. When she saw me she starting chanting in a foreign language.

Immediately, I knew that she was casting a spell. I guess this was one witch that Klaus didn't take care of. I screamed as I felt a few painful and intense contractions as my water broke and spilled out onto the floor.

By the triumphant look on her face, I could tell that this was what she wanted. My baby was coming way too early, and even though it was part vampire, I was equivalent to only being four months along in the pregnancy. My baby wasn't ready. He was going to get hurt or worse. No, there was one original vampire downstairs and one original hybrid who both loved me dearly. They wouldn't let anything happen to us.