The originals

Twenty- six: Klaus

Hi guys, instead of making another book I've decided to continue with this one and just make it longer. Here is the next chapter in these love birds lives. I just tried to give you a summaries version of everything before the drama starts again.

I heard Hayley scream, "Klaus!"
Her voice laced with agony. I rushed to her side where she stood in a puddle of water.
"I think my water just broke," she whispered.
I felt a little dizzy. Flooded with excitement, I screamed for my siblings. Rushing Hayley to the hospital felt too normal for us, the Originals, but we did. I carried her to the car, laying her on my lap as Elijah drove.
"We're going to see our little girl again," Hayley said.
Her forehead held droplets of sweat, her head lay on my lap and her hand gripped mine.
Rebekah watched us from the front seat.
My eyes met Elijah's and a ping of hurt and betray hit my chest. Did he know about Hayley and I? Could he see it in the way I looked at her?
"I know, love," I smiled.

Hope was born on the 2nd of May, 2012. She had the hit of devil in her eye, all me. The rest of her features held Hayley's angelic, pure nature.
After hours of screaming, Hayley pushed my little girl into this world. She took her first breaths and was soon after placed in her mother's arms. Hayley's face was covered in sweat, her hair stuck to the side of it as she cried and handed me our little girl. In that moment, every thing changed.
My heart tore from my chest and travelled to the palm of her hand. She centres me, this little mixture of Hayley and I. Almost like, Hayley had managed to put a piece of my heart together with Hope.
I wanted this, I wanted this little family. I picked up Hayley from the hospital the next day, her body had healed almost miraculously, the doctors had thought.

Hayley was attached to Hope, as if she were another limb and for a time we were happy. However, we knew the troubles that would arise, that Dahlia would come and try to take our child.
The first sign appeared on the 23 of August, three months after Hope's birthday. Hayley and I had moved to a little cottage in the mountain side, far from the world. Elijah and Rebekah visited on weekends. One morning, I woke to the smell of pancakes. Hayley stood in the kitchen, her pyjamas shorts on and Hope on her hip as she flipped the pancake.
"Good morning," she said with a smile.
"Good morning," I smiled. She gave me a kiss and handed our daughter to me so she could continue making our breakfast. She has taken quite a liking to cooking.
I played with Hope as Hayley placed the plate of pancakes in front of me, covered in golden syrup. My favourite, I licked my lips. Handing her Hope, I dug in. That's when I saw it, the black Dahlia's had began to boarder our kitchen sliding door.
"Klaus," Hayley whispered with fear. She pulled Hope closer to her.
However, it was not Hope that I was most afraid for. It was Hayley. We could defeat Dahlia, I knew it. But there was always casualties in battle and Hayley was no longer a Hybrid. She was not ready for this one.
Dahlia was coming.