Baby Daddy - part 2
Reader x Klaus Mikaelson
(NOT MY PICTURE)
N/A - this is scene is so magic I just had to have it on this imagine, even though it’s not a gif. I’m sorry it took so long to be out, as I said, I was sick. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. :)
Imagine: You and Klaus are chilling and talking at a large bed when you suddenly goes into labour.
Word Count: 2817
Resting in a huge soft mattress, you thought about no one bothered to let you know how hard being pregnant was. The fact you had a little person growing inside of you was weird. Oh, if only that was it… The baby kicked, twisted and danced a lot, making a whole party in your uterus. Every. Single. Day. And Klaus, who should be helping and regretting for putting you through this, would only laugh, saying it was cute. Also, that she had his impulsive genes. God, you hoped he was wrong!
“Oh no, baby.” You whispered, feeling it move. “I know it’s tight in there, but try to stay still.”
“Are you in pain, love?”
“Huh? Nah, I’m fine. A little bit uncomfortable, though.”
“It’s almost over.” He sat straight in the bed and stroke your belly, which made you smile. “Hey, sweetheart. It’s daddy.”
The baby girl kicked, almost as if she recognised who was talking to her. Klaus let a genuine grin slip under the response of his daughter and your heart warmed up at the sight. It was wonderful to see him as his true version. No anger, no resentment, not anything, just the man you have come to love very much.
“Y/N? Are you in there?”
You giggled, stretching your arm to touch the wrinkle formed between his eyebrows from the frowning. Klaus grasped your wrist, carefully, then placed a kiss on the soft skin, making you shudder. Yes, it did not matter that you were nine months pregnant, the man still managed to soak up your panties.
“Not fair, Niklaus…”
“I miss you so much…” He hummed against your forehead. “Your silky moans when I go down on you. Or the mewls whenever a kiss you right here.”
Klaus leant in, nuzzling on your neck and letting your scent intoxicate him. The reaction came pretty quickly to you, for it made you clutch a lock of his hair and pull it as hard as you could. He groaned, tightening the grip on your shoulders. After a lot of teasing, the blond man finally kissed you. His plump and warm lips connected to yours in a perfect match.
“Hum, allowed to make a fun fact?” Your voice was merely a whisper, while you stared deep into his blue eyes.
“I know an effective method to help start the labouring process.”
“Like actually help you get that baby out sooner?”
“Share it, then!”
“We need to have sex. Lots of it.”
"W-What?” He stuttered, surprised. “Sex helps?”
“So let’s get that started.”
The Mikaelson attacked your lips once more, only this time more wildly and lewd. You smirked between kisses, grasping the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer. However, before you could go any further, a sharp pain invaded your body, which lead you to stop everything.
“What is it, love?”
“Don’t freak out, OK?”
“I can’t promise anything when you say it like that… Come on, Y/N, tell me what is going on!”
“Alright.” You clenched your jaw, enduring the second contraction. “The baby is coming.”
“Huh? Are you sure?”
“Yes. Pretty sure.”
“What do I do?” Klaus looked lost and you felt sorry for him.
“I don’t know!” You cried, feeling the pain crawling up your body again. “Go off to find Davina, she might have herbs or any knowledge that could help.”
“I won’t leave you alone.”
“Please, Klaus! I don’t think I can withstand this much pain.” Your voice was now barely a whisper. “Get Davina. For me.”
“Alright. But Rebekah and Elijah will be with you while I get the witch. Stay still.”
“Yeah, I’ll do my best.” You retorted, sarcastic.
Like you could actually move from where you were under such a unbearable pain. It was utterly awful, something like being torn apart from the insides. Again, a scream slipped, which made you realise that keeping it together was no longer an option. Heck, you needed your brothers so much… Damon would make the whole situation lighter, whilst Stefan could give you support. You sighed, hating the idea of them not being around.
“OK, screw this. I’m calling them.” You reached your cell, which was lying on the nightstand and dialled the Salvatore mansion’s number.
“Urgh, hi, brother. I’m sorry I’ve been so… Ah! Absent lately.”
“You sound tired.”
“I am. That’s exactly why I called you.”
“Because you’re tired?”
You giggled and shook your head.
“No, I called because your niece decided that today is the day she comes to meet this world. Oh, for God’s sake this hurts!”
“What?!” His voice sounded like he was shocked. “You’re having the baby right now?”
“Sort of.” You shrugged and Klaus returned to the room, bringing two of his siblings with him. “Can you come?”
“Yes, of course I can. I’ll be there in five.”
He hung up and you were left alone with your new found family, which were incredibly silent.
The Mikaelson siblings soon shook it off, splitting and begginning to work on making you comfortable. Rebekah sat by your side, cleaning your forehead with a warm white cloth, while Elijah brought some clean sheets and a towel, probably for the baby. Klaus, on the other hand, kept looking at you with desaprovement infused on his eyes. There was no doubt that he was acting like that because of the call. Your boyfriend developed a huge resentment towards Damon and Stefan and it did not matter what you said on the subject, the man would not cave in.
“OK, do not give me that look. Get me my witch and don’t worry about my siblings.”
“You shouldn’t have called them here!"
"Niklaus Mikaelson, I’m giving birth to your daughter. It’s no time to be fighting, alright?”
“She’s right, Nik. We need as much help as we can get."
He huffed and crossed his arms.
"This is not over.”
“I really don’t care, Klaus.” You sighed. “Just help me, OK? We can discuss everything later. After she’s born and safe.”
Since the Mikaelson could not bear the sight of you hurting, he agreed to your terms and left to find Davina. A second later, another set of labouring cramps came and, heck, you were so going to need drugs.
[A couple of hours later]
“Bekah, this hurts!” You whimpered, screwing your eyes shut.
“Oh, darling. I know it does.”
The blonde stroke your forehead, which by now was all covered in sweat.
“Thanks for being here."
Your mere whisper made the girl smile. Poor Rebekah. She was doing everything she could to make you comfortable, yet, as the time passed, the ache only grew worse. And nothing in that goddamned house was able ease what you were feeling.
"Elijah, please, call out brother."
"He doesn’t seem to be getting the calls at all.”
“She needs him, don’t you see?”
“I can watch out for her.” Stefan said, stepping out the couch near the big window. “I’m used to that by now, since she’s my sister.”
Oh, yes. He had arrived a little after your boyfriend left, offering his support and helping hand. Yet, despite all of the good intentions the Salvatore had, he was definitely not allowed to come close. Doomed to observe you from a cold furniture. It was rather sad. However, there was not much you could do about it.
“Oh, dear Stefan. I’m not sure my brother would appreciate if we allow you to do that.”
“And we certainly don’t care.” A sassy voice echoed, coming from the door. “Now, if you excuse me, I have to take my baby sister away from you guys.”
“Thank me later, sis.”
“Are you crazy?” Elijah questioned, eyes widened. “We are not letting you get Y/N away from here. Otherwise…”
“… Klaus will go oh so pyschotic and destroy the whole town? Yeah, I know. Save it. I’ll take her to Bonnie, she has some witchy stuff that will help.”
“You don’t get it, Damon."
"I know what I’m doing, blonde.”
“Wait. She’s right, brother. I have a coven out there wanting my head for being able to carry this baby.”
The blue eyed vampire frowned, clearly not having any clue that mama Esther wanted your baby to some crazy ritual. And she would not mind to kill you in the middle of the process, if it was necessary. Actually, that crazy bitch would do anything if it meant to wipe out the entire vampire species or things related to it.
“It’s a long and complicated story.”
“One he doesn’t need to know.”
“And now we’re set.” You remarked sarcastic, rolling your eyes. “Klaus, where is Davina?”
The petite brown haired girl pushed the Hybrid aside, making herself visible. She had her hands occupied with a large bag, which soon was dropped on the floor.
“So, how are you?”
“In a incredible amount of pain.”
“OK, Y/N, this is the tricky part."
"What do you mean, Davina?”
“Since you’re a vampire, your body is dealing with birth differently.”
“You don’t sound like it’s a good different.” Damon pointed out, crossing his arms, and got a deadly pair of gazes. “But I’ll let you continue.”
“As I was saying, you’re a vampire and your body can not go through the changes it needs to give birth. So, no matter how hard it tries, there’s nothing to do, naturally, to push the baby out.”
“OK, then if we don’t do nothing right now, my baby could die?”
Davina pursed her lips, refusing to say the words, yet, she nodded weakly, confirming what you had said. And to be aware of that was horrible. You gasped, desperate.
“Then hurry up, honey.” Your eldest brother stated. “Before my… my niece dies!”
“Give me a scalpel, a blade, anything that cuts. We need be fast.”
“I’ll go.” Rebekah sighed.
The blonde wooshed out the room and, a minute later, she came back, bringing all the medical stuff she could find. Between very intense feelings, so bloody heightened because of your vampirism, you did not afford to lose time to think about how did your sister-in-law manage to always have everything at hand. It was a crazy messed up family you got yourself into. Still, you could not help but smile, truly happy to be finally surrounded by everyone you loved.
“What?” Klaus whispered, by your side.
“I’m happy our baby is coming.”
It was quick, but you were able to see the big bad Hybrid flashing a goofy grin, similar to the ones he gave away when the two of you were alone.
“Now, this room is a little crowded…”
“I want to stay!” They all yelled, together.
“It’s better if only two family members stay in this room. Don’t worry, it will be over fast.”
“This is not fair.” Rebekah cursed, pouting. “I want to watch my niece being born!”
“Davina is about to cut me open, are you seriously wanting to check up on my uterus?"
"You’re a moron, Y/N."
"Oh, you’re so sweet, Bekah!” You winked at her. “Now all of you: go. Let the witch do her job.”
Elijah grasped Rebekah’s shoulders and dragged her out of the room. They were followed by Stefan, who had a rather guilty look on his face. You could tell how much he was struggling to handle this whole situation and nobody could blame him.
A sharp pain, originated by the small surgery, crawled through your form, filling all your senses. The first reaction you had was hid your face on a pillow, as way to muffle a loud groan. Also, breathing was huge challenge. Klaus’ warm hand squeezed yours, softly, giving you strength to hold on a couple of more minutes.
“Damon, right? Help me out here.” Now voices were hard to distinguish.
“No, don’t come near her. I’m the father, I’ll help.”
“Stop being such a pain in the ass, Klaus. She’s my sister, I won’t hurt her.”
“Guys, it’s not really a got time to be fighting! You, stay close to your girlfriend, she’s almost passing out, and you, grab tissues and a towel, I’m getting this baby out now.”
Then, after Davina, probably, said that, you felt slightly lighter, as if someone took off a heavy weight from above you. It was such an odd feeling! The room was spinning and breathing was a hard thing to do, but, everything became meaningless once your baby began to cry.
She was alive!
“Is Y/N going to be fine?”
You opened your eyes, struggling with the light excess. A while later, you began to examine the surroundings. Damon was silently sitting on a couch, with Rebekah and Stefan by him. He was holding a small package, something wrapped in a white sheet. Davina stood close to you, seeming tired and her hands were covered in blood. At last, Klaus was still sitting by your side, looking as concerned as he were when you went into labour.
“I guess this answers your question."
"This is not the time you will get rid of me, honey.”
“Lucky me.” The Mikaelson chuckled, kissing you quickly. “How you’re feeling?”
“Urgh. I’ll be fine. Where is my baby?"
Despite your effords to sit up straight, you were not able to move, since Klaus had you pinned down to the bed. You huffed, annoyed by his overprotective actions, and tried to free yourself by pushing his arms away. The only outcome was a big failure. Although, considering he was a few hundred years older and you had just given birth, there was not really much to do except give in to what he wanted.
"Be quiet, love, you’re still injuried."
"Oh pish posh! Just bring me our daughter, Nik.”
“Damon, could you do the honours?"
"Me? Why should I… Ah, I have baby, right.”
By now, you did not even noticed your breath was stuck in your throat, which was probably due to the fact that your brother, who was firmly against the fact you were bearing a miraculous child, held his niece comfortably on his arms. Matter fact, he actually seemed worried about her. And, for the love of God, that poor girl needs to get a name.
“Here it is your daughter, sis.” Damon winked at you shielding himself with a smug. “Be careful, you may fall in love with her."
"I’m her mum, so I’m pretty sure I already am in love with her."
A quick laugh was shared by everyone in the room and, finally, after all the trouble you went through, your baby girl was with you. There were not words enough in the dictionary to describe her unique beauty. Bloody Damon was absolutely right, the youngest Mikaelson member was stunning. You could not help but smirk, sighing proudly afterwards.
Rebekah coughed, drawing attention to herself.
"Not wanting to break this moment and all, but, I believe she needs a name.”
“Yes, she does.” You confirmed. “So, Klaus, any suggestions?”
“Her name should be Hope.”
“Why is that, brother?” Your blonde sister-in-law questioned. “It’s a odd name.”
“Look, we’re all here because of her. She got this wicked and messed up family together like no one else managed to do before. Made both me and Damon to put our pride aside, just to allow her to be born in a peaceful place. All I mean is… This baby is our redemption and our chance to better. She is… our Hope.”
Hope giggled, adorably, as if she understood and liked her new name, and that made your heart skip a beat. You were happy, even more after seeing all of your family gathered and cheering over the new member’s arrival.
“Are you okay, love?” Klaus asked, awhile later, after everyone left.
Now you where showered and back to your normal self, just like Davina said you would. Even though it felt… different, to not be pregnant any more, you were more than glad it was over.
“I am. Thank you for keeping your promise.”
“Sticking around with me until Hope was born.”
“I’ll be with you way longer than that."
You smiled as he hugged you, wrapping his arms around your waist and watching your, now asleep, daughter on her crib. Klaus had given you an amazing gift and for that you could never thank him enough.
"I love you, Nik.”
“I love you too, Y/N/N. More than anyone in this world.”
“Nah, I just can’t believe that.”
“Yes. You love someone more.”
“Who is then?”
“I believe her name Hope.” You giggled. “Come here, babe.”
Klaus pulled you into his warm embrace, squeezing you tightly against his chest and kissing your forehead. Right that second, you knew he was going to be your fix for life.
The big bad Hybrid was your soulmate and nothing could get in the way of your happiness now.