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Morning Sickness | Klaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Summary: You're pregnant with Klaus' child. And because of that, you're not feeling so well. Alone in the Mikaelson mansion with Klaus, you're puking all over the place and looking like the shittiest you've ever been──in short, you're a gigantic mess. Unfortunately for Klaus though, he doesn't know that any of those things are normal in a pregnancy and starts fussing over you. And you would've considered it cute, had the fussing not been from him.

Word Count: 2,010

Warning ⚠️: Fluff, angst if you squint, pregnancy, puking, profanity, and reader being a bad bitch.

A/N: If you're confused about the summary (don't worry, I am too lol) this imagine is basically when Hayley was pregnant in season 1 of TO (the first few episodes) but instead of her being preggo, its you. And Klaus being a dramatic bitch, as usual, when he sees you choking your guts out, not knowing that that's normal. (because he's been dead for 1,000 years and is a literal male, so id expect him not to know anything about pregnancies and how they work) P.S feel free to dm me a request!

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

With Klaus Mikaelson's child.

The thought alone was enough to send another round of bile up your throat until its gushing out of your mouth and into the toilet before you. For the third time that very same morning, mind you.

"Fuck this," You cursed as you swiped your wrist against your mouth, panting. "Where the hell is Hayley?" You muttered under your breath as you pushed yourself up and made a beeline for the bedroom connecting to your bathroom with the intention of getting your phone to contact the she-wolf after reassuring yourself multiple times that you were not going to puke again and flushing the toilet.

Pregnant.

You're actually pregnant.

Your eyes flickered down to your belly, the barely noticeable extra weight wouldn't be visible to a stranger's eyes, but to your own, you could see it clear as day. You didn't know how you didn't notice it before. Stupid.

Wincing, you walked towards the bedroom you've been occupying these past few days──a far cry from the one star motels you and Hayley used to stay in as you two traveled around the country in search of her family, and most definitely a massive upgrade from the creepy cemetery you were held captive in a week ago.

You never thought a visit to Mystic Falls could change your life so drastically. You didn't even know what the hell you were thinking when you decided to sleep with Klaus of all people.

"And look how that turned out," You mumbled bitterly to yourself as you plopped down on the inviting bed, sighing. You spied your phone tucked under one of the fluffy pillows and had it in your grasp in a matter of moments. Putting the device to your ear after dialing Hayley's number, you waited impatiently for the she-wolf to answer.

She answered on the second ring.

"Where are you?" Not wasting a beat, you immediately asked.

"Good morning to you too," Hayley quipped dryly. You could almost see her rolling her eyes. Almost.

"You're not in the plantation," You'd know, considering for the past five days since you've been staying in this awfully big house, or mansion (whatever), Hayley's always been the first face you see when you woke up. Until today.

"True. I'm at the Bayou."

You sat up straight at that, "What?" You demanded.

Unbothered by your change of tone, she continued, "I found something real interesting, Y/N. I think it might be the real deal this time." Translation: she's found something about her long-lost family.

You didn't want to give her false hope, and you weren't too willing to start a fight by saying it could be another dead end either, so you stayed silent, willing her to continue.

"I'm with Rebekah, so there's no need to worry. It's not good for the baby."

You scoffed at that, "That just makes me want to worry even more, dumbass. Why the heck didn't you wake me up? I could've accompanied you instead."

"You're pregnant," She said the words as if they were the answers to every question in the world.

"Brilliant observation," You snapped, not being able to resist.

Hayley let out a breath, "I'll be back by noon, Y/N. I'll call you if I find anything interesting."

"And what am I going to be doing until then?"

"Nothing." She says, and hangs up before you could get another, no doubt, sarcastic line in.

"Bitch!" You hissed and, in your rage, threw the phone at the wall, the sound of the impact reverberating loudly through this stupidly wide and empty looking room. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're all of a sudden a damsel in distress. You're the opposite of a damsel, actually. You didn't need to be coddled. You can handle yourself perfectly fine.

A knock on your door steals you out of your thoughts. You racked your brain for any possible faces you might see if you decide to climb out of bed and open the door (sounds extremely tiring, by the way) and only found one: since Elijah was currently somewhere in the hands of Marcel, and because Rebekah and Hayley are in the slums of the Bayou, then that would mean. . .heck no.

"Nobody's here!" You call out, the words coming out muffled because your face is currently stuffed in a heap of awfully comfortable pillows.

The door opens anyway, ignoring your words, and Klaus enters the room, hands clasped behind his back and lips set into a grim line. His eyes are darting around the room as if to search for any signs of danger, shoulders slackening slightly when he finds none.

"I heard a thud."

You rolled your eyes, "It was my phone." You were surprised he even bothered knocking in the first place. He doesn't seem like the type to do so. But then again, you barely know the guy. I know enough.

He doesn't reply, so you took it upon yourself to ask: "What do you want?" Tone far from friendly. You slept with him once and got knocked up──boo hoo, you couldn't care less. From what you've observed, the guy's an ass. He daggered his own brother for goodness sake. He deserves your attitude.

Lunatic, you are a raging lunatic for sleeping with him.

"I came to check up on you," You could barely contain your laughter at his revelation. Ridiculous. You seemed to say with your eyes. Noticing this, he smiles tightly, "Something funny, love?" Passive aggression practically dripped from his words.

You don't answer him, instead, you roll over, turning your back on him, only to feel that familiar churn in your stomach. The same feeling you have when──"Oh, fuck." You yelped. Faster than light, you're back in the bathroom, kneeling in front of a toilet and hands pressed against the walls as you braced yourself.

"What the bloody hell is──" Klaus, furrowed eyebrows and all, marches after you.

You don't bother to tell him to shut the fuck up despite your great temptation to do so before you're hurling your guts out. Again.

Behind you, Klaus goes rigged, hands clenching into fists, he does the only thing he remembers to do then. Walking up to you, he gathers your hair in his hands, away from your face, and waits. Surprisingly calm, despite his strong urge to shake your shoulders for an explanation as to why you were sick.

Too busy throwing up, you don't even notice the gesture.

It felt like a lifetime before you finally felt okay again. You're leaning against the wall, still on the floor, heartbeat irregular and drenched in your own sweat. A towel appears in your line of sight, and just above that, Klaus.

You take the towel from him, albeit hesitantly, and used it to wipe the remaining puke around your mouth. "Thanks," You croaked, voice hoarse.

"Explain," is all he says.

Confused, you cocked your head to the side in question.

"Explain," He repeats, tone deathly calm. Too calm, in fact.

You squint your eyes, "I puked. Now I'm fine. The end." You shoved the towel back to him, to which he glowers at, and stroll, or more like crawl (but your dignity──or what's left of it anyway──won't ever let you admit that) back to your bed with Klaus hot on your heels.

"You're unwell. I want to know why." He doesn't let you reply, "If something bad happens to the baby I──"

You cut him off, "──what is your point?" You crane your neck, your eyes connecting with his own.

A scowl takes over his face, "My point is that you, Y/N, have clearly not been taking care of yourself which means that my child could be suffering because of your carelessness."

Your expression is the definition of confusion until──oh. You laughed out loud, grinning ear-to-ear. Klaus' scowl deepened at the sound, pointedly ignoring the flutter in his stomach upon seeing you smile for the first time since. . .ever.

"You are so stupid," Blunt, you were blunt. And very outspoken too. Never afraid to speak your mind, even when it comes to calling him stupid to his face. Your straightforward personality was what caught his attention back in Mystic Falls. That, and your undeniable beauty too.

He opens his mouth to retort something snarky but you beat him to the punch, "Do you even know why I'm puking, you asshole?" Yes, straightforward indeed. "Because of the baby." You hiss, your smile fading this time. He blinks. "Don't they teach you this shit in middle school?"

"I'm a thousand years old," was all he could say to defend himself.

You glare at him, "All the more reason why you should know how pregnancies work." His scowl diminishes into a tight line, "So the next time you accuse me of being irresponsible," you mocked, "think twice." You sneered, "Now get out!"

Any other day, any other person, Klaus wouldn't have listened to the command. But somehow, you managed to do the impossible again, this time though, you made him listen. And so with one last wary glance your way, he walks out of your room.

000

You're in the balcony when Klaus sees you again. Gazing at the night sky silently and arms perched on the railing──your back to him──you were quite a majestic sight. Hair hanging over your back and clad in a white nightgown, and with the star-filled night sky in front of you, the view in front of him looked fresh out of a painting.

His hand twitched at his side, eager to paint the picture before him. With you as his muse. It would make one hell of a painting, he notes.

"Come to tell me how much of a bad mother I am again?" You spoke up without turning around.

Klaus doesn't reply until he's standing beside you, "No, I come bearing a peace offering."

Your interest peaked at that. "What is it?" You turn your body slightly to face him, eyes automatically dropping to the item in his hand. A medium-sized box with a red bow on top of it.

He pushes the box to you, and never one to deny free stuff, even if its from him, you gladly take it from his hands. "See for yourself."

You open the box with careful precision, and after setting aside the bow and the cover, your gaze locks onto the jewelry inside of it. A necklace, diamond, and hella expensive judging by the word TIFFANY & CO engraved in the side of the box.

"Hayley has informed me of your love for jewelry."

Understatement of the century.

"So you decided to buy me a necklace worth millions as an apology?"

"Compel," He corrected, you flashed him an unimpressed stare. "And yes, this is my. . .apology for wrongfully accusing you this morning."

When you continued to remain silent, he said in a slightly irritated tone, "Well? Do you accept?"

"No."

He blanched.

"I want an actual apology." He raised his eyebrows in inquiry. "I want to hear you say I'm sorry."

Klaus looked like he wanted to do anything but, but eventually decided against it. "I'm sorry," He said through gritted teeth.

You grinned, and damn him if the sight of it didn't make his heart clench. "Better."

He eyed the box in your hands, "Does this mean you don't want the necklace?"

Your smile widened, "Oh, I want it, alright. I just wanted to hear you say sorry." You patted his chest lightly and every muscle in his body practically sang in delight at your touch. "Looks like you aren't so bad, after all, Klaus." And after sending him a wink, your stunning eyes glittering under the moonlight, you proceed to skip away from him.

Klaus follows your form with his eyes until you disappear into a dark hallway, and then mutters under his breath, a tiny smile ghosting over his lips, "Neither are you, Y/N."