Ophelia Mikaelson (Poly Mikaelsons)

Chapter 24 - Nexus Vorti Baby

It's a new day. A new start.

My family love me and I love them. We love our baby most of all.

I take a deep breath in and exhale slowly out of my nose. Stay calm Fia. For the baby. I adjust my pillow, ignoring the pain in my back. My sweet babe is nearly ready to make her entrance. She is safe and loved by all of us. I am anxious for her arrival.

"Good morning," Beks smiles broadly and her face lights up with joy when I give her a soft kiss.

"Good morning honey," I answer before wincing as I'm kicked under my rib cage by a little foot.

Beks tries not to laugh and gently pokes my swollen belly on the opposite side. A second later the pain stops and our daughter responds back, nudging the spot my wife just touched.

The delight in Bekah's eyes fills me with relief when she feels the movement. I know she's always wanted a child of our own and I'm thankful she's not finding it difficult being the non-pregnant one out of the two of us.

"Not long now," she murmurs and we fall silent listening to the lulling heartbeat of our baby.

A minute or so later, Kol joins us and Beks scowls at him as he saunters into her bedroom uninvited. She lets it slide however, because I'm so happy to see him.

"Kol," I attempt to sit up but with the weight of the baby unbalancing me, it's a challenge. Kol easily helps and then sits at my feet, hope sparkling in his eyes.

"Fia, how are you feeling?" He quizzes nervously, aware that I've not been well over the last week since seeing Mikael. His cruel trick has made me unable to sleep and my mood has dropped dramatically as a result.

"Better," I'm proud that I'm able to be honest about feeling good this morning. "I slept more last night than I have in a while."

His pleased grin is wonderful to see. "Did you have any nightmares?"

"No," I tell him, although I'm unable to remember if I did. Next to me, my wife's lips draw into a tight line but she says nothing and Kol understands her silent message. So do I.

"I did?" I can't help myself but turn to Beks and she scowls at Kol once more for not hiding what she implied well enough.

"You woke up a few times," she says reluctantly, sad to give me the news. But honestly I don't care today. I'm in a strangely chipper mood.

"Well I don't remember so it doesn't count," I declare, brushing off my wife's careful account of last night.

She doesn't have to tell us that I woke up screaming and sobbed in her arms until I fell asleep again, we already know that's what she means. That's the way my nights have been since Mikael, no matter whose bed I stay in.

Elijah suddenly knocks on the door and Bekah groans before relenting and allowing him in since Kol and I are here too.

"Ophelia, I am pleased to hear you are well this morning," he strides up to the bed but doesn't sit at the foot of it. Instead he leans on the bedpost with one arm outstretched touching it.

"How did you sleep?" I rub my sleepy eyes and listen while Elijah talks about sleeping well.

Sadly it's a little white lie, I can see it in his eyes. But I understand with his siblings present it is unlikely he would complain about it. He is fairly private even with his siblings. And he's certainly no complainer.

"Marcellus agreed to a truce last night," he informs us of his activities with Klaus after I went to bed yesterday.

His words make my mouth fall open and even Kol and Beks are speechless.