Pregnant with a Mikealson's baby

Saying Goodbye

4 MONTHS LATER

Kol's Pov

Although there was a bloody possibility that my family and I could be dead in a matter of seconds, we continued our lives, like normal. Nik, being the horrible being he is, was still having his "chats" with his "therapist". Poor Cami. Elijah was still hiding his feelings for Haley, even though it was  so obvious that they both wanted each other. Rebekah, on the other hand, has been trying to hide her not so secret love affair with Marcel but I catch them each time, and each time, she threatens to rip me from limb to limb. Then there is me. Sam and I are better than ever. Emma is the light of our life and so isn't our other baby. We found out recently the gender and we are glad it's a boy because we definitely wanted at least one of each. 

Sam's Pov

As time has progressed, so hasn't the danger to this family. We were no longer safe. Even though it will break us, we have decided that it is in the best interest of the children and our family in general, that we separate. For now at least. With all of us scattering to different parts of the world, the hollow won't know what to do. Kol, Emma and I will be traveling to England, Klaus will be God knows where, and  Hayley and Hope will be staying in America. Elijah hasn't decided yet and Rebekah will be going to Europe.  As much as we would all like to stay together, right now it just isn't possible. 

Later that day

As everyone had finished up, packing up the things that they wanted to bring, we all met up outside of the house. Hope clinging to the side of Nik, Elijah and Hayley, hand in hand, walking down the corridor, Rebekah, anxiously waiting, with old pictures of us together, and finally, Kol and I, with Emma, standing in between us. "So this is it, huh" I said, not wanting to say goodbye. A tear fell from my eye and that was when I realized that this was actually happening. "Well, I think for a proper goodbye, we must say goodbye with an old family tradition" Rebekah said, also crying. She handed us all an old picture with memories on them and a pen. I got a picture of Rebekah, Nik and I in Chicago in the 1920s. On the back of the pictures, we wrote what we wished for and threw it into the fire. And with that, everyone had disappeared and gone their own ways. 

I know this is a short chapter but I just wanted to get this out. I'm thinking of ending this book either after this chapter or a couple more and starting sequels which would be their separate lives. Please comment any ideas you have and whether I should continue this or not :) Please like, comment and share :)