Daniel Gillies Imagines

IMAGINE: Telling Elijah you're pregnant

| IMAGINE for @thebutterflynovelist |

     You lay in bed, reading a book, waiting for your husband, Elijah, to get home.

      You glance down at your still-flat stomach and smile. You set your book down in your lap and cup your stomach with your hands.

     You're two months pregnant, and you till haven't told Elijah. You're planning on telling him when he gets home. You hear the downstairs door open and grin excitedly.

     "Y/N?" Elijah calls.

     "Up in the bedroom!" You exclaim back.

       Elijah runs up the stairs and walks into your bedroom. He leans against the door frame and smiles at you. "Hey." He says.

     "Hi." You reply, smiling. "Did you have a good day?" You ask as he flops on to the bed.

     "Yeah, I'm just really tired." He sighs, staring at you, before turning on his back to look up at the ceiling. "Did you have a good day?" He asks.

      "It was great." You answer.

     He smiles. "Good, good." He says, closing his eyes. There's a long moment of silence.

     You sniff. "Uh, hey, Elijah?" You say.

     "Yes?" Your husband questions.

     "Uhhh, I gotta tell you something." You state.

     Elijah's eyes fly open and he looks at you in all seriousness. He props himself up on his elbow. "Yes." He prompts.

      You swallow and slowly let a smile bloom. "Elijah, I'm pregnant." You claim.

     Elijah just stares at you, emotionless. The smile drops from your lips. "Elijah?" You ask worriedly.

     He holds up a hand and tilts his head, looking at you in confusion. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what?" He asks, shaking his head.

     You glance away from him and then back to him, seriously confused. "I said I'm pregnant. We're going to be parents." You enunciate slowly.

      Elijah quickly sits up in front of you. "Y/N, that's not possible." He states.

     "Apparently it is because in eight months we're going to have a little one." You laugh softly.

     "It's known that vampires can't reproduce. Damon said so." Elijah claims.

     "Well, Damon's wrong, because I'm having a baby. I went to a witch and she said it must be a very rare, or magical, DNA fluke somewhere along one of our genes." You explain. His jaw drops and he looks completely overwhelmed.

     "Are you okay with this?" You ask worriedly.

     "Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course!" He exclaims. He looks away from you, rubbing his mouth. "I'm just so... shocked...?" He says, shaking his head.

     "At least you'll have eight month to get over it." You say, grinning.

     Elijah looks at you, grinning in return. He hugs you tightly. "I just can't believe it..." He breathes.

     You look at him, smiling. "I know." You reply. He kisses you deeply and then looks down at your stomach. You kiss his head and rest your head against his as you both stare down at your stomach.
[THE END] I hope you liked it!