You watched Elijah, he looked adoringly at the baby, Hope, his niece. You knew this adoration came from a deep, ingrained desire he had to have offspring, a family of his own, something that was impossible because of his vampire nature. You felt angry, not at him, but at the universe.

Fate gave Klaus, the cruelest man you knew, the chance to have a family but not you and Elijah, who had loved each other for centuries and deserved it so much more? It was unfair.

Elijah noticed your expression and sat down beside you, the baby on his lap, he looked at you tenderly with those dark eyes of his that looked at you and only you with such love and admiration. "What's wrong, darling?"