It was a dark night, as Niklaus Mikaelson looked at the witches and then back at Katerina Petrova, whom stood in the cave with one hand on her stomach.
"I will not be manipulated. Kill her. See if I care," he said.
"Klaus, I know this isn't what you want, but I am carrying your child. You're really going to sentence your own child to death before it's even born?" she said calmly, not wanting to anger him, knowing what could come of his anger.
He looked at her, as she spoke calmly, but her eyes held concern, worry, and fear. He knew she was pleading to him to keep them both alive.
"Fine," he growled.
"We should talk strategy now," one of the witches announced, cutting to the chase.
"He'll help you when he's ready. You don't want to rush him or you'll regret it," Katherine Pierce replied for him.
"We'll meet tomorrow," Klaus told the witches, before walking towards Katerina, where she was leaning heavily against a wall, looking pale. "I'll take her home with me," he said, before gently putting a firm grip on her arm and walking out of there.
Without any complaints, she let him walk her out and on the route to his place where he was living at. She couldn't argue with him, because they were both alike when it came to family. They would both do anything for family.
When they were in the French Quarter, he finally let go of her arm. And as they walked, he listened to two hearts beat. One was Katerina, which he knew made this all the more dangerous for her. The other was the child's.
"So, what's the plan? You always have one," she said, trying to understand him. The old Klaus wouldn't have let her and the child live. The old Klaus wouldn't let those witches live. She wanted to know if he had changed or not.
"Well, you're going to live with me and I'm going to take care of Marcel any way I can. I want to be king," he answered her.
"We should think of names," she said. "I know none of this is normal, but it's what people do before their children are born."
"Katerina," he said, which made her shut up, getting the hint that he wanted her to stop talking.
Suddenly, pain sliced through her and she lost her balance, as her vision blurred.
Before she could hit the ground, he caught her. He then gently layed her down on her back on the ground and looked down at her, as he sensed her pain and heard the child growing.
"Katerina," was all he could think to say, for once in a very long time, not knowing what to do, as she paled even more and began to go under. He knew it was dangerous for her to be carrying his child, but he didn't realize how dangerous until now.
As her vision blurred, she saw Klaus with a worried look.
"Klaus," was all she could think to say.
"I won't let anything happen to you," he said, promising to protect her, as she started to black out.
Once home, he gently layed her down on a bed in one of the guest bedrooms. He then sat on her bedside and waited for her to come to, one hand in her left one, looking down at her.
When he saw how pale she was, he decided to give it a try. If it worked, it would mean that the child could be a hybrid. So, he tried it. He bit his wrist, putting it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat. Then, a few minutes later, he took his wrist away and it instantly healed.
A few minutes later, her color began to return to normal.
When she came to, she saw that she was in a bed in a house with Klaus seated on her bedside.
"You're awake. You scared me," he greeted her.
She slowly sat up in bed and he helped her, before he said, "I need to tell you something, Katerina."
She looked at him and was silent, as he informed her of what he knew and how he knew it. The kid was a hybrid.
"The next eight months better go quickly then," she replied.
Eight months later, the hybrid girl was born and Katerina survived. Because she was the mother of his child, Klaus kept Katerina alive, and they named their child Rosita Petrova Mikaelson.
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