Piece of You | Finn Mikaelson

Chapter 6

Elaine usually hated group projects.

Working with anyone, relying on anyone, it really wasn't her style. She'd been self-sufficient for a long time, and she wasn't accustomed to having to communicate with anyone about her plans, or how to go about solving a certain problem. The only one whose input mattered was her own.

Having to communicate with Finn wasn't a problem, but it was strange for her.

For one, the fact he was alive was still taking its sweet time to fully sink in. It felt like she was living a dream. Talking to him was surreal. And it was much harder to really internalize his presence considering he was in a completely different body.

But little by little, she remembered more and more of how happy Finn made her. He still tucked his hands together the way he usually did when he listened to her talk. He would push his tongue against the inside of his cheek when trying to suppress a laugh instead of snorting like she did. He called her his. His Elaine, his darling.

"I adore you," he whispered in her ear while he kissed under her jaw, his arm wrapped protectively around her belly, caressing it gently. "My Elaine. My love. My darling. My everything."

She gave a light gasp. "Hold on. I felt something. A flutter."

He smoothed his hand on her tummy, closing his eyes to visualize how the child was positioned. "It appears your little one is moving about."

"I felt it when you were telling me I was yours," she said, placing her hand beside his, despite knowing she would not feel it the way he could. "Repeat what you said."

He smiled. "My Elaine. My darling."

She grinned when the fluttering sensation lit up within her again. "It likes it."

He wiggled downward, positioning her on her back so he could rest his head on her stomach. "Hello, little one," he said, drifting his hand back and forth soothingly. "Do not move too much. You might hurt your mother."

"Does it hurt?" asked Elaine, who didn't know as much about pregnancy as he did.

"Once they move more, and begin kicking, it can bring some discomfort. It is too little to cause you pain, but it's best ot warn it beforehand."

She ran her fingers through his hair. "Tell it that it's yours, too."

Finn kissed her stomach. "I am going to raise you as my own. Our baby. Our little one. I will teach you everything I know. We will live in a cottage far away, where your mother and I can dote on you all day. I will tend to a garden that will feed us forever. Your mother already told me she wishes to learn to make clothes. We could make you anything you would like. I will build us a large bed and you will sleep between us, safely. When you are old enough, I could make you a bed of your own. A home of your own, if you would like."

"Oh, Finn," said Elaine, tears sparkling in her eyes. The fetus was still moving around, excited by the sound of Finn's voice. He wiggled back up to kiss her on the lips, holding her face in his hands.

Being with him again was the greatest gift she could have received.

They divided up tasks for the day. Finn was going to work on throwing his mother off of Rebekah's scent and retrieving the white oak. Elaine had to find out what was going on with Mikael and Klaus.

She'd gone to Davina's cabin and found no one was there anymore. She had a bad feeling Mikael or Klaus might be dead, or simply hunting one another. She figured she'd have more luck spying on Hayley and Marcel, to see what they knew. No doubt Klaus might have updated him about his status.