Ophelia Mikaelson (Poly Mikaelsons)

Chapter 25 - A Perfect Disaster

The second I realise how much power has been released from my daughter's birth, I jump into action. I siphon as much as I can hold in my weakened state, knowing the second I recover I will be able to fully perfect all our lives. I haven't discussed my plan yet but I hope it will go down well.

"She's beautiful," Beks brings my focus back, staring at our daughter, unable to tear her eyes away.

"Just like her mother," Klaus smiles, genuinely happy. It reaches the corners of his eyes and I can see the joy displayed on his face.

I knew this was what our family needed to heal.

"She's been my hope, she's everything I ever wanted with you all," I whisper, tiredness enveloping me.

"Hope," 'Lijah suddenly blinks. "We could call her Hope Mikaelson."

My heart blossoms at his words, knowing he's been scouring through baby name books, hating them all.

Apart from Hope.

"Hope," Kol repeats in a monotone while gazing down at our beautiful baby girl.

"It's perfect," I say, still astounded from the little miracle she is. My perfect miracle. My Hope.

"I love you so much already," I kiss her head and she blinks rapidly, trying to focus her eyes. She is perfect, so perfect to me.

Even with her oddly shaped hand.

Klaus reaches out and holds her wrist, tears glistening in his eyes just like the rest of us when we see her hand is more fully formed than we expected from the scans. It's still damaged, the evidence of my stupidity hasn't completely been erased, but she does have most of her forearm along to a small wrist and misshapen hand.

"She is perfect," I sigh again, finally allowing myself to relax now I have my baby. "I don't care about her hand, she is healthy and happy."

The doctor confirms it too and we're all greatly relieved. We wrap up Hope carefully so she doesn't get cold but she wriggles so much it makes us all laugh because it takes ages. I fall asleep with her across my chest while our family proudly watches over us.

***

I wake to wailing. Hope is demanding to be fed.

"Here's to no more sleep ever," I mutter, reaching for her as the doctor checks on me now I'm awake.

It's hard to get the hand of breastfeeding but my whole family are really encouraging. Honestly I was a bit mortified, especially when my husbands initially refused to let the poor doctor see my breasts, but I ignored them and they got over it quickly. Well actually, they compelled him to be uninterested in women's breasts from now on. I can only hope he doesn't have a wife.

"You will sleep plenty, there are four of us to help you," Kol reminds me lovingly. "You will have more than enough support."

I don't listen, not wanting to let anyone else be with the baby alone. I'm incredibly anxious about it which makes no sense. I do fully trust my family with her. They would die before she came to any harm.

"I can't leave her," I hesitate to agree with Kol, not wanting to upset him. "I can't bear to leave her Kol."

He pauses when tears fill my eyes before sinking down to sit next to me, realising my hormones are all over the place at the moment and I'm feeling anxious because of it.

"She is staying with you," he answers gently, reminding me no one is taking her away. "We will all be here to help, when you need us we will always be here."