Klaus came back upstairs to his shared room with Eira after daggering Elijah and delivering him to Marcel. He felt guilty after he did it but then he thought of Eira and his paranoia that everyone liked Elijah more and his jealousy of Elijah with Eira rose up again. He wasn't turning back.

   Eira finished getting all the white sheets off the furniture and she had dusted some of the rooms, mostly the bedrooms and the kitchen because there were too many rooms. Eira went back to the bedroom once she was done and soon after Klaus came.

   She had wondered where he went off to and Elijah as well. He felt guilty once he saw her because he knew he was going to lie to her. He wouldn't reveal that he daggered Elijah. He didn't want her to be mad as he knew she would. So, he avoided it.

   "Where have you been?" Eira asked, embracing him in a hug.

   "Business with Marcel," Klaus answered which was true after Eira pulled away. "And I compelled someone to get groceries from the store. You'll be needing human food."

   "Thank you," Eira smiled as Klaus played with her hand. Then she asked,"Where did Elijah go?"

   "He left. He didn't say where and he didn't say how long," Klaus answered.

   Eira's face scrunched in confusion,"But, why would he just leave?"

   "Eira, I don't know and I don't care. I just care about you," Klaus looked at her intensely.

   It was that intense look that made her mind stop working straight and her heartbeat increased. Her breathing picked up, coming out in shallow breaths. Accepting what Klaus said about Elijah was easy because she simply couldn't think about anything but Klaus's stare. That, and Eira believed that Klaus would never lie to her. She believed in him.

   He broke that belief.

   Klaus's eyes zeroed in on Eira's neck. There was a bruise in the shape of handprints. It was from when he choked Sophie Devereaux. His eyes filled with worry and his fingers ran over the bruise gently, featherlight, making Eira shiver.

   "I'm sorry," Klaus apologized. "I didn't know she was linked to you at the time. She threatened you and I became angry."

   "Klaus, it's okay. It's just a bruise," Eira smiled, reassuringly.

    Klaus still held worry in himself and Eira reached up and kissed him, wiping his worries away. He kissed her back and he tangled his hand in her white hair.

    When he let her go to breathe, he ran his thumb over her cheek in circles. He looked into her green, innocent eyes that he loves staring at. He felt guilty again because she was good, moral, kind like Elijah and he was bad, most definitely bad for her. He did bad things like he did by betraying Elijah and he most definitely didn't deserve Eira.

   But she was his. He wanted her to be his. He was selfish, another bad thing and he would keep her as his for all of eternity. No matter how bad he knew he was or how much he didn't deserve her, he would have her.

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   AN: The rest of this chapter will cover the summer between episode 1 and 2 of The Originals.

    
    Klaus had spent a lot of time away from the house in the French Quarter with Marcel, leaving Eira to be alone in the house. She still had her everyday phone calls with Stefan and Damon would come over every once in awhile. But for the most part, Eira was bored.

    Klaus would come home in the evening hours when it was dark indicating the night. Eira waited for him on the couch in the living room every night. Some nights she would fall asleep before he got there, but it was rare as she forced herself to stay awake to see him.

    It was another night, she was on the couch reading a book. Klaus knew she liked to read and had new books put into the library for her. Klaus came home eventually as she got to the middle of the book and her eyes were drooping.

    She sat up once Klaus entered the room and he sat down next to her. Eira curled up next to him and she wrapped her arms around his torso, resting her head on his chest near his shoulder.

   He had noticed her tired look once he walked in,"Eira, you should sleep."

   "But I want to spend time with you. I miss you," Eira pulled away from Klaus and she held one of his hands as she looked at him. "You're always with Marcel and I'm always here."

  "We've been over this...," Klaus started but got cut off.

   "I know, you don't want me out because you don't want Marcel to find out about me. Because you want me safe," Eira repeated what Klaus had told her many times.

   Eira sighed, rubbing circles on the palm of Klaus's hand. She didn't meet his eyes as she spoke,"I feel lonely."

   Klaus most definitely didn't want her to feel lonely. That was the last thing he wanted. For her to feel like he did before he met her, alone. He didn't want that for her and he planned to remedy her feeling.

   Klaus lifted her chin, making her look at him,"I'll come home earlier. I'll stay in the mornings. And sometimes, I'll have lunch with you, okay? Will that fix the problem of feeling lonely?"

   "Yes," Eira smiled, tiredly.

    Klaus smiled and he pecked her cheek before picking her up off the couch and carrying her to their bedroom. He laid her down and laid down next to her, not even caring that he didn't change clothes. He just wanted her to rest.

    "Go to sleep, Eira," Klaus said. "I'll be here in the morning."

   Eira rested her head on Klaus's chest, too tired to argue with him. Eira entwined her hand with his, she always held it in her sleep.

    "I love you," Eira muttered out before she shut her eyes and he smiled, saying it back. She let her ears hear it before she let herself fall asleep.

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Eira had woken up to Klaus one day. He was sleeping peacefully and she climbed out of the bed, careful not to make any noise and she went downstairs. She made herself breakfast, some pancakes which Damon had come over and shown her how to make own day.

She ate them in bliss, sitting at a chair at the table bar. She had finished eating and she was rinsing her plate off when she was happily interrupted by a pair of arms wrapping around her waist.

Klaus kissed her shoulder and some of his fingers on the bottom of her stomach touched her bare skin. She shivered at his touch. She was wearing a tank top and shorts. She had complained of the heat that night and put on something to cool her off.

Eira kept rinsing the dish as she spoke,"I didn't think you'd wake up. You looked so peaceful."

"I can only peacefully sleep with you by my side. Without you, I'm doomed to wake up," Klaus answered, kissing the base of her neck.

Eira finished rinsing the dishes she used and Klaus's fingers rubbed circles on the bare skin that her tank top allowed to be seen. She laughed as his fingers lightly grazed her skin on her stomach.

Eira pushed Klaus away immediately and she turned to look at him,"That tickles. You can't do that."

Klaus smirked mischievously and Eira's eyes widened. She backed away and she said,"Klaus, no. Don't."

Klaus took a step towards her and she ran away from him, knowing he was going to tickle her. Running from him was useless, he just used vampire speed and he was in front of her. He tickled her and she laughed, it was pure torture.

She tried pushing his hands away to no avail. He finally stopped tickling her after awhile and she was released from her torture.

"Please, don't do that again," Eira pleaded, a little out of breath.

"I don't make any promises," Klaus smirked.

Eira shook her head at him but she kept the smile still from so much laughing. Klaus loved her smile and her laugh. He was simply addicted to things that made her look so happy.

They had a close proximity to each other and Klaus noticed her tank top had ridden up exposing more of her stomach. Her sleep outfit was a distractor at its finest. He leaned down and gave her a smothering kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she ran her fingers through his hair.

Klaus ran his fingers along her stomach again but not in a light touch that would tickle her. He was feeling her, touching her in a way that sent shivers down her spine. It was pleasurable the way he touched her skin.

Klaus vamp sped her against the wall and he attacked her neck with kisses making her gasp. She moaned as he sucked on her skin many times over. Klaus picked her up by her thighs, making her wrap her legs around his waist.

He kissed her collar bone and he sucked on it, surely going to cause a hickey. He pulled his head away from her and he was breathing heavily. He let her go, putting her back on the ground.

Eira's breaths came out shakily and Klaus spoke,"Please, go get dressed."

Eira nodded, not able to form an answer and she ran upstairs going to change into some actual clothes. Klaus just stood downstairs fixing himself an alcoholic drink, trying to erase all the dirty thoughts he had of her.

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     Eira was outside in the front of the house. It was the Fourth of July and she was waiting for the fireworks to go off. Independence Day was her favorite holiday. She loved fireworks, she was simply dazzled by them.

Klaus had his arms wrapped around her from behind and he rested his head on her shoulder. He thought out loud as they waited for the fireworks, "I don't usually like this holiday. It was just a reminder that I was alone."

     "What do you mean? Surely, you spent some of this holiday with your family before. Even if you have the most dysfunctional family ever," Eira questioned and turned her head to look at him.

    "Yes, sometimes. But they are just my biological family, Eira," Klaus said. "They're not like you."

    Eira gave him a questioning look and he smiled softly, moving his hand towards her face and rubbing his thumb across her cheek. His face became serious as he spoke, "I love you more than I've ever loved anything. And because of that, you are my own type of family, Eira."

   Eira was speechless, but she smiled. Her heart jumped and she thought for a moment that she might have just fell more in love than she already was with him.

    She leaned towards him and kissed him. They kissed for a few short moments, and when they pulled away, she breathed out, "I love you."
  
   Klaus kissed her shoulder affectionately. She turned her head, but kept a smile on her face though as they waited for the fireworks.

   The fireworks started and they exploded in the air in a wide burst of color. Eira was dazzled by each and every firework, having a fascination with them. She never thought explosions could be so beautiful.

   Klaus had moved to stand beside her and he held her hand. He didn't even watch the fireworks. He just watched her face as her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were wide and wondrous. She was dazzled by the fireworks and he was dazzled by her.

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    Eira was on the phone with Stefan on one of their everyday conversations as she had promised him. He had been traveling with Rebekah.

"Where are you going to next?" Eira asked.

"Australia," Stefan said happily while she could hear Rebekah complain with a differing opinion, "It was completely his idea. I wanted to go to Fiji."

"And I told you we can go there after," Stefan replied to her complaint while Eira laughed on the phone over their argument.

"Why do you always get to pick the places?" Rebekah questioned, angrily.

Stefan picked up on her angry mood, noticing she had those when it was that time of the month. Stefan wanted to appease her, "If you want to go Fiji, we'll go to Fiji first."

That calmed Rebekah down, but he knew that wouldn't appease her as much. He'd get her flowers later and order takeout because he noticed she liked to stay at home when it was that time of the month and he didn't want to make her go anywhere.

"Okay, how is Klaus treating you? Is Damon watching over you?" Stefan fired off questions.

"Yes, Klaus is just fine. Damon comes by every week. All is well, Stef. You don't need to worry," Eira reassured.

"I'll always worry and you know that," Stefan replied.

"Yes, I know. We're twins, we worry about each other," Eira said. "Now, I'm going to hang up because if I don't you won't let me go from this phone."

Stefan sighed,"I worry too much."

"Yes, you do. But I still love you, Stef," Eira stated.

"I love you, too, E," Stefan said as his goodbye and Eira hung up the phone.

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Eira was with Damon at a bar outside the French Quarter so she wouldn't run into Marcel and where it would be safer for her. Eira had told herself that she wouldn't try anymore alcohol because she didn't like the taste.

   She lied to herself.

   As soon as Damon started drinking and Eira saw all the different bottles of alcohol, she let curiosity get the best of her. Damon ordered her shots of all the different kinds of alcohol. There were a lot of shots and Eira drank every single one.

   To say she was drunk was an understatement.

  She had a low tolerance to alcohol considering she never tried anything and she wasn't a vampire so she didn't have to drink a lot to get drunk. Eira had taken the shots and the next thing she knew, she was dancing on the bar.

   Eira was in her own little world. She thought she was a fairy and she was spinning around on the bar, trying to fly. All the men crowded around the bar, cheering Eira on. Damon videotaped the whole thing with his phone.

    Eira finally hopped down from on top of the bar once the bartender told her to get off. Eira swayed as she landed on her feet and she fell into somebody. A man.

    Eira's vision swayed as she tilted her head up to look at the man. She put her hand on his chest to steady herself and he had his arms wrapped around her. He had nice features. His blonde hair fell perfectly on his forehead and his blue eyes sparkled.

    "You're cute," Eira smiled.

     The man smiled wickedly and his hands wrapped around her waist travelled lower. Eira all of the sudden got pulled away by her older brother.

    "You touch her again and you're dead," Damon glared and he pulled Eira away with him outside of the bar.

    He dragged her along with him to the car,"This is most definitely the point where I take you home. You're calling people cute when you have a boyfriend."

   Eira giggled as Damon put her in the car and fastened her seatbelt for her,"He's my suitor. Suitor, Damon. Get it right."

   Damon got around to the drivers side of the car and got in,"What age are you living in?"

   "My own," Eira hiccuped.

   "Your age is like...," Eira giggled and raised her hand really high. "....really old."

   "Ha, ha. I'm just dying of laughter," Damon shook his head at his drunk little sister.

    Damon arrived shortly after to the old plantation house where Eira was living. Eira would see cars pass by on the drive to the house and shout out that they were UFO's.

   Damon came around her side of the car and he helped her out of the car. He let go of her and she swayed walking to the front door, she tripped over the stairs and Damon had to catch her.

   Eira pushed Damon away after he caught her,"I got it. I'm... I'm all good."

   She swayed on her feet on the little walk to the door. She got through the door without falling and Damon left. Eira's world kept tilting and she swayed so much on her walk through the hallways of the house.

   Klaus started walking towards her and he saw that she was swaying from foot to foot,"You're drunk. You're completely drunk."

   Eira's head turned at the sound of his voice and she looked at him and giggled,"You're really cute."

   Klaus shook his head at her and walked over to her. He picked her up off her feet, carrying her bridal style. As he carried her up the stairs she rambled on.

  "You're like really...really old," Eira's speech slurred, she hiccuped, and she giggled a bit. "But you're cute so it makes up for it."

   "That and you're um, um....," Eira lost the words she was looking for before found the words and she fist-pumped the air. "You're Prince Charming. But, but.. but you're mine, though. Just mine."

   Klaus reached the bedroom and her little ramble left him chuckling. He laid her on the bed and he laid next to her. She sat up though as soon as he laid down and she looked at him.

   "Did I tell you you're cute?" Eira questioned. "Well, you're cute."

    Eira climbed on top of him and she straddled him. She touched his cheeks and she ran her fingers across his face,"Yes, you're a ball of cuteness."

   "Eira, is that all you're gonna do? Call me cute?" Klaus questioned, pulling her hands away from his face.

   She put her hands on his chest and she said,"No, I was reaching a point...I did thinking today. Well, maybe it was yesterday. I don't remember."

   Klaus hummed as he listened to her continue to speak,"The point... the point is that your cute and you know, I really want to marry you."

   Klaus looked up at her in surprise and she continued as her face scrunched,"Well, I mean, I did. I mean, I will. Like... like there are a whole bunch of men on the.....the Earth. And you know, if I liked them half as much as I like you, I would marry them because marriage proves love."

   "I mean, it would with other people," Eira struggled with her words, her brain not thinking properly. But her mouth was speaking the truth. "But you, you're not other people. I just love you, already."

   Eira cutely smiled,"Yeah, I love you already."

    It was silent for a moment while she drew circles with her fingers on Klaus's chest. Klaus cleared his throat, affected by her little drunk speech.

   "Eira, why don't you sleep on it, okay?" Klaus said, softly and Eira nodded.

   "M'kay," Eira said and she climbed off of Klaus, laying next to him.

   She snuggled up to him and Klaus wrapped his arms around her. She was sleeping in a matter of minutes. She would have a huge hangover in the morning.

    It was early in the morning the next day and Eira rushed from the bed suddenly into the bathroom and she puked into the toilet. Her stomach ached from all the alcohol she ingested. She flushed the toilet and she sat on the floor in the bathroom against the wall. Her head was pounding.

    Klaus came and leaned on the doorway. He smirked,"Did you enjoy all the alcohol last night?"

   Eira groaned,"Don't remind me. Curiosity is a pain."

     Klaus walked into the bathroom and rummaged through the cabinet. He pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen. He handed it to her.

    She took it and she put a pill in her mouth and swallowed it. She handed it back to him, not going to ask why he had ibuprofen on standby but she was guessing it was for her.

    He sat down next to her on the bathroom floor,"How much do you remember?"

    "Snippets. I was on top of the bar, then I was home. I remember thinking you were...well, you were cute and then the rest is a little blurry. It'll clear up later," Eira answered.

     Klaus hummed and smirked,"Yes, you called me cute many times. I loved hearing you say it."

   Eira blushed a deep red, embarrassed and Klaus chuckled. He got up off the ground, deciding not to ask her about the last thing she said. He went downstairs to make her breakfast.

    Eira eventually joined him after she felt a bit better and she brushed her teeth. She ate the food he made for her which made her hangover better. He kissed her goodbye once she was done and he left to join Marcel.

Throughout the day, Eira's head became clearer. Her head had stopped its incessant pounding. She had remembered everything she said and did at night. She was mortified.

Klaus had come later in the evening and Eira was shy around him. He was certainly amused by her behavior as she fumbled with her hands nervously.

    "I take it all the details of last night are clear now," Klaus smirked.

    "Shut up. It's embarrassing," Eira blushed and looked down.

     "And what about the last part you spoke about last night? Is that clear?" Klaus asked. "It was not entirely clear to me. Were you proposing to me?"

   "No," Eira said immediately, shaking her head and chuckled a little a bit. "No, um, I was talking about how I know I love you. Marriage to me is what tells you that you love a person and that doesn't apply to me when it comes to you."

   Eira fumbled with her hands nervously and looked at the ground,"I had said before that I wanted to be married before I was... intimate with someone. That's true. But not with you because I already love you."

   Klaus smirked,"So last night you were seducing me?"

   "That's what you got out of that whole thing," Eira said in disbelief before shaking her head. "And no, I was not seducing you."

    "I just saw you and spilled all of my thoughts," Eira muttered looking up at him.

   Klaus stepped closer to her and grabbed her hands, holding them in his own,"So when your drunk, you spill all your deepest thoughts to me?"

   "I guess," Eira blushed.

   Klaus kissed her cheek,"Did I tell you I love it when you blush?"

    "Maybe," Eira answered as her pits of air swirled around in her stomach, creating a butterfly effect. Her heartbeat picked up and her breathing shallowed.

   Klaus kissed her on the lips making her toes curl in utter bliss. She looped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through the ends of his hair.

   He pulled away to let her breathe and he spoke closely to her trembling lips,"You know, I'd wait eternity for you."

   "But I'm not going to make you wait that long. I want to be intimate with you," Eira said sincerely looking into his stormy blue eyes.

   "But not tonight," Klaus ran his thumbs over her cheeks. "If I'm doing anything right with you, it'll be that. I'm getting this right with you."

   Eira just nodded and she wrapped her arms around his torso. She laid her head on his chest as she hugged him. He kissed her forehead and he rested his chin on top of her head as he held her.

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     Eira was outside in the backyard. She was laying on a blanket, staring up at the stars. The sky was clear and she decided to take advantage of it. Someone soon joined her. Klaus laid down next to her and she immediately curled up next to him, laying her head on his chest.

"Looking at the stars, I see," Klaus stated.

"I like the stars. They're pretty," Eira said.

"Do you know what my favorite star is out of the endless infinity of stars?" Klaus questioned.

"What is it?" Eira asked, curious.

Klaus smiled,"You."

Eira chuckled and she smiled widely,"You just love to charm me, don't you?"

"It's my favorite hobby," Klaus answered.

"Good, than you can charm me by telling me which stars are what," Eira stated.

Klaus sighed, but he nonetheless listened and named the stars he knew for her. She listened intently with a wide smile on her face, enjoying looking at the stars and being in his presence.

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   Eira was nervous. Beyond nervous. She was a bundle of nerves. Klaus had stayed with her all day and now he was preparing a dinner outside on the back porch. She wasn't nervous for the dinner, she was nervous for what came after it.

    Eira was beyond positive that she wanted to be with Klaus in every way. Being intimate was one of them. But she was still nervous because she had never been anywhere close to being intimate with somebody. She had no idea what she was doing. She was insecure.

    Klaus quickly rushed in from outside and he looked aggravated or annoyed. Maybe both. But as soon as he looked at her, his face softened.

   "Eira, love, you need to calm down. I can't focus with your heart beating so quickly," Klaus took her hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of her hand.

   "You're listening to my heartbeat?" Eira questioned, somewhat calming down as she was distracted.

    "Well, it's not intentional. But when you're the only thing around me, that's the only thing I focus on," Klaus explained and Eira smiled.

   Eira looped her arms around Klaus's neck and Klaus was distracted. Her close proximity and the little black dress that accented all her curves, he couldn't think straight. And she was smiling. He was a goner with that smile.

   Eira kissed him on the lips, passionately, with a need like he was her air. He returned the fervor of the kiss and wrapped his arms around her. He kept his hands in one place even though he wanted his hands everywhere on her.

   Eira broke the kiss and she spoke against his lips. His breath was ragged as she spoke,"It doesn't have to be perfect, Klaus. It feels right. Right now feels right."

    Eira was a seductress and she didn't even know it. Klaus fell right under her spell. He picked her up by her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He connected his lips back with hers and he vamp sped them both to their bedroom upstairs.

   He set her down and he turned her around so her back was facing him. He pulled her into him so her back was pressed against his chest. He moved her hair out of the way and he kissed her neck as he undid the zipper on her dress. He undid it slowly, his fingers trailing down her back.

   Once it was unzipped, Eira hesitated for a moment before she let slip off. Eira was left in her red lace bra and underwear. Klaus smirked as she turned around.

   Klaus was wearing a light blue button up shirt and she started unbuttoning it. Klaus's hands touched her skin along her hips and up to her stomach.

   "Did you wear this just for me?" Klaus smirked, referring to the red lace.

    Eira bit her lip,"Maybe."

   Klaus made her feel better, more secure as he leaned in and kissed her lips quickly,"You should know I'm only impressed by you."

    Eira smiled and she finished unbuttoning his shirt. Eira pushed it off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. Eira grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. He followed, looking like he was intoxicated. He was intoxicated by her. She was his drug.

    Klaus was hovering over her and attacked her neck in kisses. He moved lower towards her collarbone and then to her chest. His finger touched her bra strap.

   "As sexy as this is on you," Klaus breathed out. "I would rather it be off."

   Eira breathed heavily but she sat up a bit and she undid the clasp of her bra on her back. She took it off slowly, and unsure of herself. She laid back down once it was gone and she looked into Klaus's eyes. They were on her face, staring at her eyes. His eyes flickered after a moment down to her body and he raked the image of her into his brain.

   "You're beautiful," Klaus stated.

   Eira's insecurities went out the window at Klaus's reassurance. He laid kisses on her breasts and he sucked on them, making her moan. He moved to her stomach, he was kissing and sucking every inch of it. Every inch of her.

   He pulled at her underwear and he pulled them off of her, leaving her bare. He kissed the inside of her thighs and then he vamp sped off the bed, taking his pants off and he was back between her legs in a second. Eira looked down, looking at the rest of him and she blushed.

   Eira's bare body was pressed against his. Klaus buried his head in her neck, kissing her as he moved against her. Eira gasped and she bit her lip so tightly that it drew blood. The blood dripped from her lip to her chin and Klaus lifted his head. He licked the blood from her chin and he kissed her bloody lips. She was a willing victim to everything he did. Moans filled the bedroom as they reached the most intimate point in their relationship.

Klaus and Eira had sex.

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Eira's body was littered in small bruises, hickeys after sleeping with Klaus, intimately. She woke up the next morning to Klaus trailing kisses down her bare back. She was laying on her stomach and her head was turned towards him. Her eyes flickered open to meet his.

Eira watched for a moment as her eyes kept blinking, alertness entering her brain. She toothily smiled after a moment,"Hi."

Klaus chuckled and he trailed his fingers up and down her back. He shook his head,"I've never met someone so shy in the area of sex."

"Shut up. You like me, anyway," Eira kept a smile.

"Yes, I do," Klaus hummed. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly on the side of her lips.

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Weeks after Eira slept with Klaus, she was late with her period. She thought that maybe her body was just adjusting to whatever it decided to adjust to. But then a couple more weeks later, she started waking up early in the morning, puking.

Klaus was worried about her, not expecting at all that she could be pregnant. To him, it was impossible. He just put it off in his mind to something she ate. But Eira knew better.

Being raised in the middle of the 1800's, it was always expected of her to marry and have kids. She'd been told what child bearing was like and what accompanied it.

Eira was sure with every fiber of her being that she was pregnant.

Author's Note: I tried to keep it as PG as possible in the little sex scene. I hope I succeeded. I was not gonna do full out smut, I don't want to rate this story mature. The only smut in this story is whatever you readers imagine.

Longest chapter to date right here. Wrote it all day today.

By the way, Elijah will not have romantic feelings for Eira. Eira and Elijah are gonna be super close but nothing romantic. They're just really alike and Elijah is really gonna care for her.