3

Falls

"Little witch, I didn't expect to see you here. Thought you would make my brother work for your forgiveness, but now I see he didn't have to do anything at all," Rebekah says, raising a perfect sculptured eyebrow. It's weird because Bonnie's standing there, wearing a Tulane sweater and shorts while Rebekah looks perfect in a silk shirt and dark skinny jeans. "I do have to say you disappointed me. If I wanted Nik to be with someone without a spine, he should've stayed with Caroline. At least we wouldn't be in this mess right now." Rebekah looks at her stomach and Bonnie knows what she's referring to.

"Well, sorry to disappoint you, Rebekah. I'll try my best not to do that again," Bonnie tells her sarcastically, but she smiles a little. Rebekah can be a big bitch when she wants to, but she's turning out to be a good friend. Yeah, Bonnie still needs to teach her a thing or two about human emotions and not behaving like a sociopath. Hey, not everything can be perfect.

"So, all is well with you two again? Nik's not going to break all the nice furniture again, is he?"

Bonnie shrugs, because Klaus is just unpredictable; one minute he's punching walls and the next he's talking to her about doctor's appointments. It's enough to make her head spin, so she doesn't try to keep up with it anymore.

"My good brother Elijah seems to think we should decorate the place," Rebekah comments. "He wants to install a new tradition for the holidays."

She sounds a little bothered, and Bonnie is just surprised. She spent two Christmas with Klaus, and there wasn't much to the occasion, other than some takeout and vodka. As horrifying as it sounds, it wasn't that bad. At least it was the good, expensive Russian vodka.

"Is this Elijah trying to make me feel like I'm part of the family? Because you making me sit through some kind of 'Christmas with the Mikaelsons' thing will do more harm than good," Bonnie says, not feeling the family thing at all. Sure, things between her and Elijah got considerably better (it wasn't like they could get even worse), but they are a far cry from being friends.

"I know your relationship with Elijah isn't the best it can be," Rebekah says, ignoring Bonnie's loud snort. "However, you're going to be part of the family, and he wants you to feel that way."

Bonnie wants to say something about daggering each other as part of family tradition, but she keeps quiet, because Rebekah is being nice, for a change, and she doesn't want to ruin that.

"Yeah, just tell him he can't keep my baby to himself," Bonnie mutters, and doesn't even realize the surprised expression on Rebekah's face.

"Look at you, acting all mommy-like to your miracle hybrid baby. At first I thought you should have taken the way out, and spare us of the trouble, but I'm beginning to like this baby thing." Rebekah looks unusually excited, and that's just too weird to see. Well, things could be worse.

"Yeah, well, this baby is already cooking, so I might as well accept it. Out of everything that has happened to me, an unexpected pregnancy is a walk on the park, I guess."

It was true; she had yet to have morning sickness, and her pregnancy was turning out to be quite different than the one on Twilight, thank God. Her hybrid baby clearly is the superior one when it comes to supernatural creatures.

"Let's get you some food then, pregnant lady. I can't have my nephew or niece hungry because you can't take care of yourself properly."

Bonnie rolls her eyes at that. Living with the Mikaelsons is turning out to be more bizarre than she expected.

Rebekah is surprisingly thoughtful and domestic as she makes her a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, along with orange juice. They're eating in a comfortable silence, well, Rebekah is enjoying her cup of AB positive while munching on an apple. It's a weird combination, but it could be worse. She could've been munching on a college student.

"What?" Bonnie asks when she notices Rebekah's eyes staring at her. The blonde shrugs her shoulder, and takes a sip of the blood.

"Nothing. When we're like this, in silence, I can hear the heartbeat. Elijah always talks about how wonderful and marvelous it is, but now I can see it is truly fascinating," Rebekah comments, making Bonnie feel a little self-conscious. Birthing this family's personification of a second chance in life makes her nervous sometimes.

"This is so weird. All of you have heard it, and I didn't. Just promise me you're not going to knit me baby boots like Elijah's about to do."

Rebekah scoffs and shakes her head at that.

"Oh, darling witch, you do not need to worry about that. I've always hated knitting and I'm not taking that blasted hobby again, not even for your miracle baby. I do have a Black Visa, thank you very much," Rebekah says, shaking her head at the idea. She then stops and cocks her head to the side a little, paying attention to something. "Funny, you mention a Black Visa, and a little blonde comes running. Your little friend is here, currently arguing with my brother about your whereabouts."

Bonnie gets up from her chair as if she has been shocked. Yeah, she wants to see Caroline, but the Mikaelson's house isn't the right place, especially with everyone present having supernatural hearing. Just as she decides that it'll be better to go and tell Caroline they should talk at a later time, the blonde herself is storming into the kitchen.

"Bonnie, I-" Caroline starts to say, but stops once she takes in the scene before her eyes. Bonnie and Rebekah sitting there, eating breakfast, with Bonnie looking all casual and comfortable. Yeah, she knew Bonnie was living with Klaus, but she didn't think she was on friendly terms with the rest of the family.

"Care, what are you doing here?" Bonnie asks. It's a stupid question, and she feels like she was caught cheating, but whatever.

"You said we should have breakfast and talk, so I went to your house. Imagine my surprise when you're not there, and neither is your scent. You were here all along? Why did you even come to talk to me, with sad puppy eyes when you knew you would come back to them?" Caroline starts to rant, and her hands go crazy with all the gesticulating she does. She sounds and looks really mad, and Bonnie doesn't really have a reply to that.

"I don't who taught you manners, but it's not polite to come into someone else's house and start screaming at a pregnant lady," Rebekah says, sounding bored. Bonnie is far from bored, though. She can almost feel her blood freeze as she watches Caroline process the information Rebekah threw her.

"Pregnant, what are you saying?"

"Rebekah!" Bonnie cries out when she sees Rebekah's lips move to say something again. "Care, I was going to tell you, but yesterday wasn't the right moment."

"Oh, my God. You're pregnant, you little slut. Little Bonnie Bennett is pregnant. Wow, who would've seen it coming, right?" Caroline's voice is lighter, and relief washes over Bonnie, even if it's for a quick second. "So, who's your baby daddy?"

There it is, the question Bonnie was expecting and dreading at the same time. Why do people always have to ask that? Now she stuck between a rock and a hard place; she can't outright lie and make up some other guy's name, but if she says it's Klaus, Caroline's reaction will be unpredictable.

"That would be me," Klaus all but announces when he comes into the room, and Bonnie glares at him. Dude always had a tendency for the dramatics, the damn hybrid. "I don't really appreciate the term, though."

There's that uncomfortable silence that came along with the thick tension in the room. The cat's out of the bag, and Bonnie just wants to shove it back in there. Caroline is silent, and Bonnie can almost see her brain trying to process the information that it was given.

"How is that even possible? Vampires can't procreate, everyone knows that."

"Well, I'm not only a vampire and little Bonnie here is a Bennett witch, so nothing's impossible when it comes to us," Klaus says, sneaking an arm around her waist. Bonnie shakes him off, giving him a glare. He knew she wanted to tell Caroline the whole thing on her terms, and he completely ignored that.

"You're an asshole, Klaus, seriously," Bonnie says, and then looks at a bewildered Caroline. "We'll talk later, okay?"

"Bonnie, you can't tell me you're having Klaus's baby and expect me to just leave. We need to talk, like, right now."

"Yeah, we do, but you're freaking out right now, so this talk won't be too useful. You should go home and call me after you calm down."

"Newsflash, I'm not going to be calm after I take a nap, Bonnie!"

"I know this is a lot to take in; I'm still not used to it myself, but I can't deal with this right now. So, please, Care?"

Caroline hesitates for a moment; she doesn't want to leave without getting straight answers from Bonnie. But she decides to go after seeing Bonnie's wide, pleading eyes.

"Okay, but don't think I'll let you leave to New Orleans without talking to me. I'll follow you, believe that."

Bonnie nods tensely, and lets Caroline hug her as tightly as her friend wishes. She just hopes Caroline doesn't shun her after this.

After their little high school drama confrontation, Klaus finds Bonnie in the guest room, throwing some clothes on her bag.

"Oh, come on, love. That was a joke, obviously."

"And I'm not laughing, obviously," Bonnie retorts, her anger growing by the second. He's grinning, probably thinking she's acting like a spoiled little brat, and that only makes Bonnie want to stake him. It wouldn't kill him, but it would probably shut him up for a while. "Why did you have to do that?"

"Don't you think you're exaggerating just a little?" Klaus asks sarcastically, putting a small distance between his thumb and index finger. Bonnie rolls her eyes, and goes back to packing. "She would've known soon. That's why you came back, wasn't it?"

"Actually I came back because you had a hissy fit, and I was afraid you would smother me with a pillow in the middle of the night."

"Little Bonnie, you know that's not how I would kill you."

Klaus bares his teeth in his maniacal smirk, making Bonnie wonder if he's imagined killing her in the last few weeks. Considering the way he looked at her when she told him she was pregnant, it's very possible.

"Why, is snapping my neck a better option?"

"One of them, yes," he acquiesces, sitting on the bed, smiling when he sees that Bonnie stopped packing with a furious pace.

"Whatever, I don't have time to share your homicidal fantasies anymore." She closes the bag and places it upright on the floor. "I have to go home. Tell Rebekah I'll call her later."

"You really don't think I'm going to let you leave now, do you?"

He blocks her path when she tries to go around him. Bonnie huffs, and looks at him. It's really annoying that she's not using her powers right now. Breaking his bones would come in handy right now.

"Klaus, you're such an egotistical person that you don't even care that I'm upset. But who am I talking to, right?"

The unfamiliar sensation of desperation runs through him; it's subtle, but he can feel it. He and Bonnie went through a lot together and now that she's carrying his child, he doesn't want her to leave him. She's a part of his 'always and forever' now.

"I don't have anyone else. I didn't want Care to find out like that. I've been lying to her for the past couple years, dropping this bomb on her lap is so not what I wanted to do," she says, walking towards the bathroom to get some of the toiletries to bag it.

"You're wrong, though," Klaus calls out, satisfied that Bonnie stops to listen to him, with a hint of curiosity. "She's not the only one you have."