The atmosphere at Mikaelson's Mansion was warm and cozy, everyone was calm, perhaps calm for the first time in 1000 years. Elijah had little Hope, his niece, in his arms, trying to get her to sleep.

She was a little bundle of white and light pink blankets, only part of her head was peeking among those covers. The living room of the big Mansion was silent, the only noise was the crackling of the fireplace. A soft melody played by a record player, classical music. A dim light illuminated Hope's little face. She was breathing softly as her eyes were closed, sleeping peacefully in her uncle's strong arms.

Elijah looked at her with a sweet gaze, careful not to let the warm blankets get on the baby's nose. He never saw himself as an uncle, being an original vampire. But it was a pleasant surprise.