𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐄.𝐌

2. Personal Matters

The morning that followed the hassle and bustle of the bloody night Maeve drove her car straight to the address she received in a text message.

Maeve parked her car in the large driveway in front of the white house. She grinned at the sight of the building.

"You Mikaelsons and your obsession with large buildings." Maeve took the liberty of welcoming herself into the building.

"MIKAELSONS! STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND COME SEE ME!" she yelled at the top of the voice.

A second later with a flash of wind, Maeve was taken in a tight hug. Maeve wrapped her arms around as well and smiled.

"Rebekah! My third favourite blonde!" she pulled away immediately looking at Maeve offended.

"Excuse me, third favourite?"

"Yes. Taylor Swift, Caroline Forbes and then you, Rebekah Mikaelson."

"I still thing I should be second. Taylor Swift I agree." Maeve giggled shaking hef head. She linked her hands with Rebekah and began walking further into the house

"Nice place. Ever heard of laying low or you know, a nice apartment?"

"House this big to fit in all our egos." Maeve laughed at Rebekah's snide remark.

"Tell me...what is it that you have found yourself in?" asked Maeve. The two entered the large parlor room of the house. Maeve stiffened immediately but not because of the surprising presence of Hayley but because of the elderly woman standing in the room.

Her curly hair sat firmly combed on her head like a crown tied with a bandana. Her nose was crinkled upward in disgust. Maeve couldn't make out if that was because of her or was the woman accustomed to keeping it that way.

"You." the woman said in a distasteful voice.

"Me." Maeve snarkily answered pointing two thumbs at herself. "What are you doing here?"

"She's your friend?" asked the woman, glancing at Rebekah with a questioning look and raised eyebrows.

"Don't speak to her about me. My reason for being here isn't any of your business."

"As you say, Queen." The woman sarcastically said and decided to leave. Maeve watched her exit the room, her gaze burning sharply into the woman. Her eyes wandered over to Hayley just as the witch was out of her line of view.

Both looked at each other for a few seconds before Maeve turned to Rebekah.

"What's──" she looked to her side to find the place empty. Rebekah had situated herself on the couch with the laptop on her lap. "what's Hayley doing here?"

"She's carrying my child." revealed Klaus strutting into the room. Maeve snapped her head around. She dumbfoundedly glanced at Klaus who smiled back at her.

"Your....you──your child?" she repeated dumbstruck with the information. "Hold on... you're going to be a father? A child. Mikaelson heir?" Maeve took a moment to compose herself. "How is this even possible?"

"Half werewolf hybrid miracle." replied Klaus.

"Wow. This is gold." said Maeve. She placed a hand on his shoulder gazing at him softly. "Congratulations. You'll be a good father."

"Hey Maeve..." began Hayley in a small voice. "Thanks. For that day." Maeve smiled remembering what she meant.

"Don't mention it. Glad you decided against it." Hayley smiled one last time before she exited the room.

"What's she talking about?"

"Oh...some time back I met her here in the city. French Quarter holding a glass of wolfsbane. Obviously the vampires approached her but I shooed them away."