Thicker than Water| The Originals

She's Not Ready

TWELVE WEEKS HAD PASSED SINCE THE BIRTH OF HER DAUGHTER, all of which had been quiet. No crazed witches or vengeful werewolves came after her.

In those twelve weeks, Zyanya had grown like a weed. She had actually looked like a real baby, only slightly smaller. Her skin was a light olive tone instead of the bright pink see through skin.

Rebekah was admiring Zyanya, the baby was busy snoozing away.

She was doing much better but she had yet to be released from the hospital.

Valentina walked in and headed straight to Zyanya.

She gasped, seeing how big the baby had gotten, "Wow, she's so big."

Valentina had been away for the past two weeks, she hadn't exactly told anyone why she left. So she hadn't seen the growth.

"Right."

Havana was the next person to walk inside the room, she had barley walked five steps inside before Rebekah bothered her.

"Can she go home today?"

Havana rolled her eyes, the blonde had been asking Havana the same question for the past five weeks.

She groaned, "Rebekah, I've told you a thousand times already. No, she can't be taken home. She's gotten jaundice and is starting treatment today."

"We'll just stick her out in the sun at home."

"Is that really how it was treated in the past?" Valentina asked.

Rebekah nodded.

"No, Rebekah," Havana frowned, "Maybe that's what you people did in the ancient times but that's frowned upon. Hopefully she'll be able to go home in three days, a week at most... probably."

"I just want her home."

"I know. You just have to wait."

The blonde huffed out, "Waiting is such a bore."

"Yeah, well I can't do much to fix that." Havana said. The phone went off, Havana dug through her pocket and pulled her device out, it wasn't hers. "I think it's yours."

She reached for her bag from the nearby table, grabbing her phone. The screen lit up with Nik's name, she frowned, this was odd. It worried her, he wouldn't be if it wasn't crucial or life threatening.

She instantly answered, "Nik, what's wrong?"

Havana busied herself, getting everything ready for Zyanya's light therapy. She opened a pair of tiny sunglasses, placed them on the baby. Havana chuckled, pulled out her phone and took a picture. Then she turned on the blue light.

"I have to go."

Havana turned around, caught off guard by the blondes statement, worry was etched on her face, "What?"

Valentina looked up at her phone, furring her brows, "Where would you need to go?"

"New Orleans."

"Why?"

"There was a predicament with my brother Nik."