#alexanderxclaire

“No, no, you don’t want that one. We had one once and it broke in less than a week. Though that may have more to do with it being hit by the raw strength of a baby nephil than anything else. Still, you can do better.”

“A thousand empty bottles and fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.”

“Do you think that maybe your pregnant?”

“Can we talk? Like actually talk without one of us getting pissed and leaving or using Lucie as an out to avoid arguing?”

“So when this town descends into complete madness I hope you know that our door is always open, and I can assure you there’s nowhere safer in New Orleans.”

The last time Thea had saw he brother she hadn’t been heavily pregnant, or pregnant at all. So much had happened in her life since the last time she spoke to him just a few months ago. The vampire hated not being able to tell Alex everything. He had always been one of her people, someone she told everyone to. Now here she was, looking like she was about to pop and she didn’t even know if anyone had told him that she was even pregnant. Thea looked at her brother and gave him a soft smile, “Hey..”

“I got Lucie to sleep. She’s been sleeping for more than an hour. I don’t think this has ever happened and I think it calls for a celebration.”