#haylijah

Elijah and Hayley immediately go into panic mode. "Absolutely not, you're sixteen. You're way too young to have a kid or even think about it, " your dad says sternly.

"What? Why?! They're so cute." You attempt to plead with them. Kol bursts out laughing, no longer able to hold it in. And of course what he says doesn't help matters in the slightest. "Yeah, why can't the baby werewitch have a kid. It would be spectacular entertainment." You grumble at the nickname he insists calling you before turning back with pleading puppy eyes to your parents.

Hayley bites her lip at the cute face youre making. Though it doesn't last long until Elijah notices and cuts that out right away. "Hayley, you are aware she is sixteen. Much to young to have a kid. There is no exception to you bearing a kid, Y/n. Not until you're at least thirty." He says, making Rebekah scoff.

"Thirty? Oh, brother, you're clearly living in another world. I mean, look what happened when you banned me from men in the past millenia." She crosses her legs and leans back further into the couch. Her seated position showed off her expensive heels.

Your eyebrows scrunch together. "What does men have to do with any of this?" You ask confused and a little disgusted. You're not exactly a fan of the male species. Even if your Aunt Rebekah says all in a matter of them ever since you were old enough to project your distaste of that gender as a whole.

"What do men have to do with this?" Klaus raises a brow, repeating your question. "Brother, little wolf, surely you have given her the knowledge of at least what it takes to create a child," klaus says, a grin appearing on his face.

"Why would they have knowledge about it?" You look between your uncle and parents. "Did you have a farm or something?" You ask.

"What does a farm have to do with this?" Your mother ask. Everyone is confused as of now, not just concerned. "Cause that's where kids come from? I thought you'd at least know, you're the smart one." You turn to your dad.

Kol snorts out yet another laugh, but downcasts his eyes when Elijah's gaze befalls him. "Are we talking of the same thing? You say kid, but you are implying it comes from a farm. And your mother has had the...discussion with you" Elijah looks to Hayley, who nods in answer.

"What does that gross conversation have to do with me getting a baby goat?" You ask, disgusted with what they and apparently everyone else is implying.

"A...A baby goat? That's what you meant" Rebekah is the one to break the silence. You look over to your aunt and nod your head enthusiastically. "Yeah, they're so tiny and cute and I want one really bad."

"Oh, thank god." Your mom almost weeps in relief, your dad not far behind her. "What did you think I meant?!" You ask bewildered.

"That's you wanted a real kid. A human baby." Elijah says with a scowl. "Ew, gross. Never. Babies and men are disgusting." You show your detest for this topic in your facial expression.

"Why would I ever want a human baby?! I'm not even an adult." Your face continues to twist in disgust. "Just the way you phrased it and neglected to mention you meant a goat in the beginning, baby werewitch." Klaus says, standing and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Now, why dont we go find you a baby goat while your mother and father unthaw from their frozen relief stance, hm?" He says with a smirk.

"Yes!" You exclaim. Before Elijah or Hayley, or anyone else could say anything, your uncle vamped you both away in search of baby goats.

And let's just say your parents were less than pleased when you came back with a three pound tiny baby goat that likes to make a lot of sound. The upside though is the baby goat tends to keep you from getting yourself into trouble in the quarter. Of course unless Kol is the culprit- no matter how much they yell at him.

The baby goat in question:

Such a cutie pie!