Annabelle Monroe, A Crescent Werewolf. Trying to find her family. But falling for the big bad hybrid instead.
SEASON4 OF TVD- SEASON 1&2&3&4
I MIGHT WRITE SEASON 5
Credits too: @Astrid-luvs for the cover of my book! It's beautiful and amazing!
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FLASHBACK TO JUST TWO DAYS AGO: I sat in a rocking chair in the nursery. I looked up as soon as I heard his voice, "Writing a love letter to a suitor?"
I stayed silent as Klaus entered the room, "Don't tell me it's me. . .I thought I was out of the running ages ago"
"And the award for 'Biggest ego" goes to Klaus Mikaelson" We laughed
I looked at him and then at my letter, "It's for the babies" He nodded, "I- uh I wouldn't write you a letter"
Klaus raised a brow, "And why not?"
"I'd rather just tell you face to face how I feel"
"And how do you feel?"
Come on Annabelle, spill it. I figured that now would be a great time to just tell him how I felt, it couldn't be that hard.
"Annabelle?"
"Sorry" I looked up at him, "I feel drawn to you Klaus and I can't help it feel like—Oh" I gasped when I felt one of the babies kick.
He looked at me with curious eyes as he walked closer, "How are our little wolves?"
"Do you want to feel?" I rubbed my baby bump and watched as he hesitated before he smiled.
"Come on, there not gonna bite"
Klaus knelt down in front of me and without thinking I grabbed his hand and slowly placed it on my belly. I watched his reaction as one of the babies kicked again, he gasped which made me smile.
"You feel that?"
Klaus smiled. He looked up at me, I watched how his smile faded when he locked eyes on our hands. I realised that my hand was still on top of his, I removed it. He stood up, looking away, "Right, I'll leave you to your letter then"
Klaus left the room and I sighed before going back to my letter."
Dear Liam and Zoe or Angela,
To my babies, your dad just asked if this was a love letter. I guess it kind of is. I don't remember my mother, she died when your uncle Jack and I were very little. I have no idea what she must have thought when she carried me. So, I thought I'd write to you, so you can know you happy I am at this very moment. How much your father and I can't wait to meet you two, hold you in our arms and I want to make you a promise of three things that you will have: unconditional love every single day, a safe home and someone to fight for you, no matter what. In other words, a family. Not many people have that but the two of you will. The rest, we're going to have to figure out together. I love you