The Little Lockwood

12

EDITED

Jackson looks at me awkwardly, trying to find the words to say,

"So who's the.....erm.." He trails off with his question and I sigh heavily.

"Klaus. Klaus is the father. I haven't had sex with anyone else in the last two months," I rub my temples with my fingers and close my eyes.

I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth to try and stay calm.

"I cannot be pregnant. I had a miscarriage when I was pregnant a few months ago, I can't be pregnant this quickly again. No way," I pace lightly in front of Jackson, then an idea occurs to me even though I hate it, I look up at Jackson who is still eyeing me carefully,

"Do you know any off the grid witches?"

I don't like the idea of a witch near my womb again but I don't want to take a normal pregnancy test, Klaus is a hybrid and I am a Lycanthrope, this species is completely off record. Brandon was the same thing as me, I wasn't worried about the pregnancy being anything too crazy. Klaus also had a witch for a mother, which is insane. Along with being a vampire, this baby could be an absolute monster.

Jackson thinks for a moment and nods,

"I could definitely ask around and find one in the next day or two if you'd like."

I smile gratefully at him,

"Thank you so much, and obviously not a word of this to anyone."

"Of course Debria," Jackson smiles warmly at me before leaving my little cottage.

What the hell am I going to do.

** A week later **

Well, Jackson's witch friend confirmed that I am indeed pregnant a few days ago. The only thought I have currently; to keep this hidden from Klaus, but that is so wrong of me.

This is his baby too, I can't just hide away in the bayou for the next nine months.

Twisting my freshly washed hair up into a wet messy bun, I tie a hair tie around it and grab my leather jacket on the way out the door. I'm dressed in black jeans, brown combat boots, a dark green long sleeve shirt, and my black leather jacket. No makeup, just my own natural beauty.

Jackson waves at me from his porch as I walk by his little house, he appears to be reading book,

"Hey. Goin' somewhere?"

I smile briefly and nod once,

"Yeah, I'm going to confront Klaus. I'll be back soon, hold the fort down."

Jackson just gives me a thumbs up and I keep walking through my little werewolf village.

It's crazy to think all of these wolves follow what I say.

I decide to super speed through the bayou and the forest to get to the French Quarter, not wanting to change into a wolf. The witch I met a few days ago said that me turning into my wolf while pregnant the first time, could have very well been what caused my miscarriage.

Rubbing my hard lower abdomen gently as I reach the front door of the Mikealson's 1800 style house, only a few streets away from the famous Bourbon street, I open the door and walk in hesitantly.

Perking my ears, I don't hear anyone in the house, though I know I could be mistaken. I walk into the center courtyard and stand there. Waiting for a sound to give one of them away, but nothing happens.

"Klaus? It's me, Debria...I have something to talk to you about," I say loudly, my voice echoing off the old brick walls.

Light foot steps come from above me, and Klaus comes out from a doorway upstairs and looks over the railing surround the second story.

"Little wolf, what a surprise," Klaus says in a tone of voice that indicates he's bored, but then he glances shyly at me through his lashes,

"I thought you had forgotten about me."

I cross my arms as I look up at him, and smile slyly,

"Never."

"To what do I owe this unexpected visit?" He asks, clapping his hands as he starts to walk around the top floor to the staircase.

I look down at my boots, losing confidence to tell him that we created a little ball of light that is currently growing inside of me.

In a whoosh of air he's standing in front of me, holding my chin between his fingers gingerly as he tilts my head up so our eyes meet.

"What's wrong Debria?" Klaus asks me, his voice full of worry now as he sees the tears well in my eyes.

I look into his deep blue eyes, so much uncertainty lying in them.

I take a deep breath letting it out slowly as I tell him,

"I'm pregnant, with your baby. A witch confirmed it a few days ago. Your werewolf side makes this possible Klaus. We did this."

Klaus looks me over, his mouth falling open slightly, and he touches my lower stomach gently, feeling the hardness there, his eyes meet mine again and they are glowing in happiness,

"I did the most dangerous thing in the world when I told you I love you. But now that this little miracle has happened because of it, it was worth it."

Well that reaction from him was unexpected..

I sigh in relief and cover his hand on my stomach with my own, and I smile at him. I also thankful he isn't mad at this. I know he never planned on being a father.

"Say it Debria, and we can raise this baby together, as a family," Klaus takes my hands in his now, his eyes almost desperate.

"What? say what Nik?" I ask him, confused at his sudden mood change.

"Three words. Eight letters. Say it and I'm yours." Klaus searches my eyes.

My mouth opens, but absolutely nothing comes out. He immediately lets go of my hands.

But reach out and grab his again, our eyes connecting once more.

"I love you, Nik. I don't want to do this alone," I tell him, though his eyes tell me he doesn't seem to believe me.

"It's you. Niklaus, it has always been you," I try again, my voice more passionate than before.

Because I feel it, in this moment, right here, I do love Niklaus. More than anything.

He steps away from me, his eyes going dark,

"I still don't believe you."

And before I could continue and protest, he's gone.