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CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT; THE YOUNGEST MIKAELSON

chapter forty-eight
( frost )

      THUNDER AND lightening raged outside the little hut where Esther Mikaelson laud in bed. Her face was coated in sweat and tears, her eyes were barely able to stay open. Today was December fourteenth sometime during the tenth century, the day the newest member of the Mikaelson family was to be born. Only he was a few days early from the original date though there was nothing Esther could do about it. Now she had to stay where she was and keep pushing until her baby was brought into the world. You would think after giving birth to six other children she would have been used to the pain that came with it. But she wasn't and she had no other option but she go through it screaming.

      Outside the hut, her entire family stood waiting to meet the newest member of their family. A fifteen-year-old Rebekah waited outside with her other brothers, praying that there would be another girl in the family. She was sick of her brothers making fun of her for being to gullible and feminine, she needed another girl here with her.

     Kol hasn't fully taken in that in less then two hours he would be an older brother to yet another sibling. He prayed it was a boy. His whole life he had grown up as the youngest brother and he wanted to be able to be a big brother, he didn't want to be the littlest boy in the family.

      Nicklaus was anxious. He paced back and forth outside the little hut with his hands on his hips. He didn't care whether his sibling would be a girl or a boy. He was just excited to have yet another sibling he could watch grow up, a sibling he could show the world to. He could see the way Mikael glared at him while he sat on a big rock with a piece of wood in his hands. But today that didn't matter, today that wouldn't bother him.

      It was awfully silent for the first time in hours until a piercing scream roared from the hut, nearly making the children waiting outside jump.

       "Almost there Mrs. Mikaelson, just a few more pushes" Anya said bending next to Esther on the side of the bed. The girl was only twenty-two but had delivered over fifteen babies herself. She walked over to the bucket pale and resoaked the wool with cold water, replacing it over Esther's forehead. "One more push Mrs," she assured with a warm smile.

       Esther nodded, in to much pain to even say anything back. She shut her eyes in pain and screamed again for longer. The pain felt like it would never subside and it was in that very moment Esther vowed never to give birth to another child. Seven was plenty.

        Eventually her screams were replaced with a baby's cries. Esther gave a weak smile, being exhausted to the point she could just about pass out. She needed to see the child, she ached to have that child in her hands.

       Anya walked toward her with the back in her arms after she dressed the child in a warm wool blanket. She rocked the child back and forth before leaning in to hand the babe to Esther. "It's a boy," she informed.