"YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN HERE ABOUT HALF AN HOUR AGO," My Dad greeted us with a scowl on his face, which later turned in a smile as he saw me in Cami's arms.
As he held out his hands in front of me, I happily jumped into his secure arms.
"Did you enjoy the car ride, my littlest wolf?" He enquired, placing a kiss on my forehead.
"That's one way to put it," I thought.
"Yes. About that...we have some things to discuss," Elijah said, clearing his throat. "But it can wait until the wedding."
Elijah was quick to reassure my father before the Original Hybrid could rack his brain with another wave of paranoia about someone trying to hurt his family.
My Dad looked at my uncle for a second with a scrutinizing gaze, probably trying to read into the situation. But when he was met with the customary stoic gaze of Elijah, he dropped the subject. At least for that moment.
"Come on. I didn't tell Hayley about your arrival. I wanted to surprise her with Hope," The blue-eyed Mikaelson said, leading them inside, passing me to Cami on the way.
"Are you sure it's safe," Cami asked, while I admired the Manor seeing it for the second time since my birth, trying to memorize it.
"I made sure of it," my father's reply left no room for argument.
And I really didn't want to know just how many he killed for that peace.
As we made our way into the courtyard of Mikaelson Compound, my mother and her future husband stepped into it talking among themselves.
"Hayley. If I might intrude, there's someone who wishes to say hello," My Dad said in his usual British accent that gave me comfort and solace of home I lost.
He moved aside a little bit, so the couple can see me in Cami's arms.
"You brought them here? Finn could be anywhere!" My mom exclaimed, as soon as the shock settled in.
My Dad looked back at Cami, and then my mother, rolling his eyes as he said, "Give me some credit. I've taken precautions. There'll be no uninvited guests at your wedding, and after, your wolves will be the first line of defense to this home. No more running, Queen."
He then smiled at her encouragingly, gesturing towards me. I saw my uncle nod his head from the corner of my eyes. In the next second, I was in my mother's arms, receiving warm smiles and light kisses. I couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. She tightened her hold on me and walked us towards Jackson, her wannabe werewolf husband.
"Hope, this is Jackson. Jackson, this is Hope," My mom introduced us cordially.
"Hello, Hope," Jackson said, holding out a hand as if he was expecting a handshake. And so I shrugged internally and held my hand out for him. However, my little arms were so tiny that I could only hold two of his fingers in them. I huffed at that.
So I held out both my hands and took hold of a whole four fingers, which earned a laugh from everyone. Well, except for my uncle Elijah, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.
However, even with all the things going on I couldn't help but search for one person who raised me since the day I was born. My beautiful Aunt.
"Be...ah," I said out loud, indirectly asking a question about her whereabouts.
My dad and mom looked at one another, silently asking who was gonna answer the question.
"Right..." My mom cleared her throat. "Your Aunt Bekah is busy with big girl things, sweetheart. She is helping your uncle Kol, you see. She might not be there for the wedding. But don't worry, she will meet you as soon as possible alright?"
I just nodded. My face, turning a little sad at the mention of my uncle Kol. I really don't know why I have these future visions. Did canon Hope had them as well? Or, is this a gift I am given by whoever is responsible for sending me to this fictional universe.
My life gets a little crazier every second.
"Did she just nod her head as if she understood what you meant?" I heard Jackson ask, but, I was too busy to hear the answer my family gave to him.
"Okay, why don't you all get ready for the wedding? I will look after the last minute preparations," I heard my Dad say after awhile.
"Cami, are you going to your flat? Cause, I already have a dress ready for you if you are staying," My mom said.
"Oh! Thanks. I will just stay here and look after Baby Hope then," Cami said, thinking for a moment.
"Thanks that would be lovely," Mom said with a smile. "This way," she said, leading us further into the house.
And so, I had a nice hot bath, then been fed. I was then clothed in a nice pink dress, after getting up from a well-needed nap. And by the time I got up, thankfully without any creepy dream or vision or whatever the 'f' it was...I have been experiencing recently. My Brit Dad held me close to himself and introduced me to a large crowd, that are standing in groups with a glass of champagne in their hands. A drink, I wanted badly for myself after all these months of craziness. By the looks of it, my mother got hitched minutes before I was brought down, and was dancing with her new husband.
The smiles on their faces explained to me everything went well with the ritual my parents have been preparing for. I wasn't sure what it was about exactly, until, I eavesdropped on Elijah and Camille during one of their therapy sessions. I mean, I knew it was something my Dad and Mom were willing to do to keep me safe. But I didn't know what exactly they were doing nor how it will help with the threat they were dealing with. Though I felt sorry my mom was sacrificing her love for Elijah due to this, I could help but feel happy that she loved me enough to do it. It made me feel wanted, and I relished in that feeling. However, it upsets me a great deal, the very next second, as I can't do anything for them in return, to show that I love them the same way. To convey how much I appreciate all the things they do for me. I also want to show them and make them understand how much I like to be a part of their family.
Times like this make me wonder why I was selected for this adventure voyage, when I don't even know, or see most of these events that have occurred in the show. Anyway, there isn't much a person can do when they are stuck in the body of an infant. Something I am still adjusting with, along with the loss of a young Kerry Thompson who died before she could experience the delights of life, her loving family, friends, and the world she left behind. All in all, I came to a decision that I should start practicing moving my muscles comfortably so that they will allow me to talk and make me stand on my two legs. I am sure it will take some time. Nevertheless, I am willing to do it, no matter how weird people may think I am in the long run. And as the first step of the plan, I started addressing my parents as Mama and Dada the next time they requested me to do it.