a bennett witch and the original Hybrid

11

Curled up on the window bench with a cup of hot peppermint tea, Bonnie stares out the window, looking down at the people outside, fluttering up and down the street while wrapped in heavy coats. The light rain that's been falling all day starts to get stronger, with heavy raindrops hitting the glass. This is more of a wet and cold Christmas than the dreamy white, filled with fluffy snow one, but Bonnie doesn't mind. As a witch, she's always been connected to nature, and the smell of rain just screams nature to her. It reminds Bonnie of her sessions with Grams, when she would go to the woods and harness her powers. What would Grams say if she could see her now? This thought often plagues Bonnie's mind. Grams is her idol, and she would never want to disappoint her.

It's probably too late for that, Bonnie thinks. Grams most definitely would disapprove of her helping the Original family and then falling into bed with the Big Bad Klaus Mikaelson.

Footsteps against the hardwood floor pull her from her thoughts, thank Goodness. Reflecting on her life choices and whether or not Grams would approve of them is akin to opening a can of worms. Nothing good can come out of it. This is the life she has now, and she's going to live it.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Klaus asks, the charm on his words thick like molasses.

"Aren't you the best liar in the history of original hybrids?" Bonnie says, looking up at him with a small smile and not really buying the compliment. At the moment she feels anything but beautiful. A bout of morning sickness has hit her hard ever since last night, and she feels like absolute shit. After puking her guts out for the better part of the evening and with only saltines and peppermint tea in her body, there's no way Bonnie looks good.

"No need to act humble around me, love," Klaus chides, and frowns when she gives him a weak smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Are you okay?"

With neck breaking vampire speed, Klaus is there next to her in seconds. Unlike Bonnie would ever expect from him, Klaus takes her hands and studies her with extreme care. For some reason she can't explain, most of the lingering nausea Bonnie's been harboring disappears as soon as she catches a whiff of Tom Ford's Grey Vetiver, his cologne. It feels amazing not to have her head spinning around, so she's not going to question it.

"Yeah, I'm better," she answers, inhaling and exhaling in relief. "This pregnancy business is no joke, let me tell you."

At almost ten weeks now, the reality of it all is beginning to set. While there's no bump yet, Bonnie is already feeling different somehow. She's not just a witch, student or dancer anymore. She's going to be someone's mother. The perfectionist in her wants to excel in motherhood just like she would in any other task. Bonnie can only hope Klaus feels the same.

"Are you sure? His heartbeat sounds more elevated than usual."

Klaus places a hand on her stomach, over the white cotton t-shirt. Bonnie's heart swells tenfold when she sees the concern he's showing. Focusing on the barely there bump, the hybrid seems to be having a silent conversation with the fetus. Bonnie wants to crack a joke at that, but she refrains from doing so. Klaus showing unrestrained affection is a rare sight, and there's no way she disrupting that.

Unfortunately for Bonnie, the world doesn't share her opinion. Her iPhone blares with the chosen ringtone. If the unexpected noise startles Klaus, he doesn't let it show. All he does is crane his neck to the side to see who's the one calling Bonnie.

"It's a text," Bonnie explains, even though he hasn't asked anything. After living with him for two years, Bonnie's come to learn the meaning of most of his mannerisms.

Her eyes are quick to scan the words on the small screen. It's me, again. You haven't answered my calls, and I get that. But you're still my best friend and I love you. I talked to everyone, and they're worried. Damon thinks Klaus is manipulating you with something. Jeremy is ready to march down to New Orleans. I said no at first, but this is starting to sound like a good idea. Please, call me back, Bon.