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❝ she is a tough one just like her mom. ❞
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ENOLA IS SLOWLY LEARNING WHAT IT MEANS TO BE HUMAN. What it means to make mistakes and learn from them. What it means to be both happy and sad at the same time. She is slowly learning how to do the damn work. How to stop running from what is heavy and uncomfortable in her life. How to take the easy route less and less. How to grow herself, how to be a better person.
Enola is slowly learning that there is a difference between being human and being a mother. Her life was no longer about her. She never thought it was. Because she had spent her entire life looking out for the people she loved. This would be no different. Except it was. She wasn't protecting this child because it was a necessity. She was protecting this child because it was hers. She had considered the possibility that it was selfish. But they were just her maternal instincts. Like when she devised a plan to kill Kol just to keep her brother safe, she would burn cities to keep her daughter safe. Yes. There is a difference between being human and being a mother.
"I feel great,"
It was a lie. Enola sat on the couch beside Hayley and across from Agnes as Rebekah sat not too far away trying to track down Elijah to care about what was being said. She would do anything to make sure her child was healthy. But the circumstances were a little different for her. Especially considering werewolves were not allowed in the Quarter and she wouldn't be going anywhere without Hayley.
"You are overdue for a checkup," Agnes spoke sternly.
"What am I going to do—pop in the quarter for a quick ultrasound?" Enola scoffed. "A pregnant doppelgänger escorted by a witch and a werewolf—nothing to see here!"
"If you really don't want to draw any unwanted attention, I would suggest leaving your guard dog at home." Agnes announced, sending Hayley a pointed look.
"Not a chance," Hayley scoffed. "I don't trust you."
"It doesn't matter," Enola grumbled. "I'm not going."
"A lot of women would kill to have a child," Rebekah muttered. "Strikes me as odd that you're not taking better care of yours."
"This isn't exactly a normal pregnancy, Bex." Enola pointed out. "I don't get to go shopping for cute baby clothes or decorate a nursery or—like I said—pop into the quarter for a quick ultrasound."
"I know a doctor out in the bayou off the beaten path," Agnes informed. "Now, I took the liberty of making an appointment for you tonight after hours. Just us. You don't have anything to worry about."
