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gender guessing | p.s.

gender guessing | p.s.

Stefan: you were out with elena, bonnie, and caroline. you three were out and about at a fancy desert place. you kept eyeing the chocolate cake, craving the sweet taste. "someone keeps eyeing that cake," bonnie said pointing over to it. you snapped back to reality and blushed slightly, "sorry it just looks so good. stefan says that i shouldn't eat sweets, and just eat healthy for the baby," you ranted. "well he's not here and you deserve a treat!" elena said causing you to smile. "yeah, for being the best mom in the world!" caroline added causing you to smile, bonnie got up and went to order some, coming back with four slices of cake. "you know, if you crave sweets, you're suppose to be having a girl," caroline said and bonnie shook her head. "c'mon she already has three, i say it's a boy," she said and elena agreed. "well, we will find out soon," you said taking a bite of your cake. 

Damon: "tales it's a boy, heads it's a girl," damon said as his brother and alaric were having a drink at your house. "i say heads," stefan said and damon shook his head. "no, no. it's a tales," damon said and alaric agreed with his friend. you shook your head at the three men in your living room. you walked in and sat on damon's lap. "it's a girl," you said kissing his cheek. "no it's not!" damon argued. "oh and how would you know?" you asked. "daddy instincts," he said, smirking at the end. "it's a girl," you said sitting next to stefan, giving him a high-five. "definitely my favorite salvatore," stefan said smiling at damon. "you're lucky i love you," damon said pointing his finger at you. 

Jeremy: you were going to have your ultra sound tomorrow, to find out what gender your baby was. "i hope it's a girl," you said hoping onto the counter in the kitchen, where jeremy was cleaning up. "it's a boy," he said confidently. "you wish it was boy," you said and he laughed shaking his head. "i know my son is in there," he said and you crossed your arms over your chest. "how?" you asked. "well you crave a lot of the same things you did when you were pregnant with julian," he said and you nodded. "all i said was i hope it's a girl," you said.

Klaus: it was a late night conversation. the two of you couldn't sleep; you because the baby kept moving, him because he worried about you not sleeping. "what do you think our baby is?" you asked and he hummed. "a little hybrid," he said and you smacked his chest playfully. "gender, babe," you clarified and mumbled an 'oh' under his breath. "i think our beautiful baby will be a boy," he offered his idea and you nodded. "i do too," you whispered, drawing light circles on his chest with your finger. "do you really want to know?" you asked. "i can keep it a surprise, until the - what is it? ah yes, the baby shower," he said and you nodded. "fine, we won't know until the baby shower," you agreed. 

Elijah: "so next week we have our ultra sound appointment," you said sitting down next to him. "what about it?" he asked burping aceline. "well, do we want to find out the gender of our baby?" you asked and he hummed. there was silence for a few minutes and he spoke, "well, i think we should let our instincts do all the figuring it out," he said and you furrowed your eyebrows. "no we should let it be a surprise," he said and you nodded your head. "besides, it's a girl," he mumbled. "what? how do you know?" you asked. "well i did this one ritual with your mum, when you were asleep. she tied a string to her ring and it spun in a circle, indicating that our baby was a girl," he said and you nodded. "interesting."

Kol: you sat down next to him, reading a baby book. "what are you reading?" he asked. "just a baby book, seeing if i can predict the gender of our children," you said and he nodded. "anything?" he asked and you shook your head, adding a sigh at the end. "then, let's guess," he suggested and you nodded placing the book aside. "okay, i predict that our babies will be a boy and a girl," you said and he smiled. "i predict that our babies will be both boys," he said and you smiled at him. "why two boys?" you asked. "i'm a mikaelson, the male gene runs in our family," he said and you rolled your eyes playfully.