#tvdfmackenzie

“Oh, hey Mrs. Lockwood. Do you have a second?”

“Mom, Dad,” Ally smiled, pacing around the room, cradling her daughter. “I’m glad you came. This is your granddaughter,” she whispered. “Gabriella Elizabeth Mikaelson.”

Lily took a seat next to her mother in the waiting room of the hospital. Two coffee’s in hand. One for her, and one for her mother. “So. Your first grand child.” She spoke softly. “Excited? Nervous?”

The blonde had been humming in consent and nodding her head as she deemed it necessary, lending only half an ear to the man next to her. But she did seem to notice the moment he stopped talking abruptly, gaping open mouthed at something or rather someone behind her as she sensed the familiar presence. Turning around, she threw her hands around Kenzie, her old friend and mentor when she chose to follow her footsteps in broadcast journalism much to Klaus’ chagrin. Grinning, she stepped back with low whistle from her lips taking in the brunette’s appearance. “You look hot! If I didn’t have a husband back home, I would totally be hitting on you this instant Kenz.” She winked, linking her arms through hers and effectively dragging her away from the man still gaping at her friend with slackened jaws.

[ mackenzie-lockwood ]

"Hey, Mom," she whispered into the phone, "I just... I wanted to call and tell you that I'm okay, I've been staying at Niko's place these past few days, I mean, I'm sure Lily told you something about what happened," she whispered, beginning to ramble on. 

"So mom... you ready to find out if you're having a granddaughter or a grandson?" Ally said, walking into the living room where her mother was situated, a smile plastered on her face.

"You said to be home by 8, and it's only 8:45... i'm not THAT late. So where is everyone else- let's get this little family dinner show on the road."

After successfully completing her first full moon, Allison had been eager to talk to her mother. Tell her that she had done it, that she had gone through the transition, and, mostly to her amazement, hadn't died. She had thought she was on death's doorstep as her muscles and bones stretched and snapped. That there was no possible way she could survive the transition, much less turn human again. Sure, she was sore, but she expected a lot worse. The next morning, though, she hadn't seen her mother at the house, nor for a few days after ward. Finally, one morning, Ally walked into the kitchen, greeted by her mother's smile. "Mom," she said, bounding towards her mother and giving her a hug. "It's good to see you."