The Little Lockwood

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EDITED

** Two months later **

"Oh my GOD!" I scream, clutching Rebekah's hand tightly as my contractions worsen.

Elijah is in the front of the car, driving as quickly as he can to the bayou, where Jackson has a witch waiting at the little wolf clinic. Klaus was out of town, but as soon as Rebekah called him a few hours ago he immediately said he'd head to us.

In a flash I'm out of the car and in Elijah's arms as he speeds through the bayou, as the car could only take us so far.

I cry out in pain, like a thousand little pins were sticking themselves into my stomach and ripping downwards.

My eyes drift shut, this pain dragging up memories from the last few months.

"I love you Debria," Nik whispers in my ear, thinking I'm asleep next to him, but I'm not.

Jolting up, I realize I'm now on a upright hospital bed in the little clinic, which is really just a sterilized type of shack.

The witch who confirmed my pregnancy, Layla, is standing before me, gloves on, and a hospital gown. I'm in a hospital gown now, naked below it. My feet in stir-ups, Elijah on my left side, Rebekah on my right, both of them gripping my hands. Ready to help me through this until Klaus would be here.

A scream rips through me, the pain being so unbearable. Worse than my first transformation into a wolf, which was traumatic at age nine as I had to make myself turn into a wolf. Every transition after that was painless.

"I think we should have peonies in the flower arrangements, what do you think love?" Nik asks me, holding up a few different types of flowers.

We are wedding planning today. And I'm actually the worst at this kind of stuff.

I nod at him from my seat across the table,

"Yes, those are pretty just nothing pink, ick."

"Debria, you gotta push now," Layla's voice soothes my scrambled thoughts and grounds me back in reality.

I let out another ear curling scream as another contraction goes through my body.

I squeeze my eyes shut, being thrown back to memories of my past.

"Maybe I'm too late to be your first, but right now, I'm preparing myself to be your last," Klaus tells me, his voice laced with a seriousness that I don't dare try and counter.

"Debria, my love," Nik's voice pierces through my screams of pain.

And I open my eyes to see his beautiful face very close to mine, his hand gripping my own, talking over for Elijah.

"You're here," I whisper breathlessly, and then groan loudly as another contraction hits me.

Klaus wipes the sweat off my forehead with a damp cloth that Rebekah hands to him, his eyes full of adoration at me,

"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

"One more push, Debria, I see the baby's head," Layla says from her spot at the end of the table, ready to catch the baby.

I have another contraction, this one being the worst, and I close my eyes as I groan in anguish.

"You deserve to be the person you were meant to be," Klaus's words ring in my ear as he walks away from me.

"Debria, someone would like to meet you.." Layla says gently as I peek my eyes open after another memory leaves my brain.

The light in the room now dark, it's been hours even though it only felt like seconds.

Cradled in Layla's arms, swaddled in a purple blanket, was my baby.

"I just washed her up, but she is in perfect health. All her vitals are amazing," Layla says standing directly next to me as she hands me my baby.

Her little eyes are closed, her little mouth parted open. I listen closely as I cradle her to my chest, her tiny little heartbeat beating, her lungs breathing. A head full of dark blonde hair, almost brown. Her little finger curled against the blanket.

"Hope...her name will be Hope Soraya Mikaelson." I whisper and kiss her head gently. The overwhelming love and adoration for this baby coming over me.

Klaus is standing beside me, absolutely infatuated with the tiny human in my arms. His eyes wide and a smile plastered into his face. He pushes one of his fingers gently into her tiny little hand, and I swear I hear him make a small squeak of excitement and awe.

Elijah and Rebekah stand in the corner, smiling at us and the baby.

"Why the name Hope?" Elijah asks me.

"She gives me hope for life, that everything will be alright," I say softly, not wanting to wake her since her eyes had drifted closed.

Hope coos quietly in my arms as I snuggle her into my chest.

Hope has changed everything for me, my daughter has brought new meaning for my life.

She is my new beginning, her and Niklaus.