SEQUEL TO ANOTHER ONE BY DIFFERENT03
Skylar and Kol hurry to New Orleans to find the witch that is conspiring against Kol's brother, Klaus Mikaelson, the worst Hybrid of all history.
While she is a pregnant werewolf/witch with Kol Mikaelson's baby...
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I walked into the living room, seeing Kol reading "Fifty Shades of Grey." I walked over and grabbed the book, closing the covers.
"Why are you reading that shit?" I said and scoffed. I walked away and went to the kitchen.
"What's up with you this morning?" He said sliding me a glass of orange juice.
Man, I wish this was bourbon.
"You know what?! I'm going to go get a tattoo!" I said to him. It suddenly came up, I've been wanting one for a while.
"You aren't being serious?" He said with his arms crossed.
"Actually, I am. Just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I should be cooped up like a dog in this damn mansion." I said gulping the last sip of orange juice.
"Can I at least come with you? To see what you get?" He said shaking his head.
"No. It's a surprise." I said grabbing my stuff and heading out the door.
"Hey, darling! You might want to put something else besides pajamas on..." He said pointing his finger at me.
"Oh. Right." I ran up the stairs and through on dark denim jeans, a pink blouse, a navy blue over coat, ankle boots, and some bracelets.
My pants could barely fit over my waist. I need to start buying sweat pants or maternity clothes. I sighed and struggled to zip up the zipper on my pants.
I was at the last step on the stairs and jumped down.
"I feel dangerous!" I said running up to Kol, kissing him goodbye.
"Wow, your mood changed fast. One minute, you're mean as hell, next, your happy." He said drinking bourbon.
"Love you." I said ignoring his comment.
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I appeared at the tattoo shop, I wanted to get something that spoke to me.
I got a feather with its falling cloth transforming into little birds. I had gotten it on my collarbone. Picture above.
It stung, but all I felt was a prick every time it touched my skin. The artist wiped it clean, then wrapped it in some clear tape.
"That'll be $40 ma'am." He said standing behind a cash register.
