The Mikaelsons

*Kol shifts in his chair, getting comfortable* You know, when I first saw her... *he glances at Hope* I was terrified. *a quiet laugh* Me, terrified of a baby.

*He looks up, a faint, weary smile touching his lips for the first time. His voice is a low, hoarse whisper.* You? Terrified? I find that hard to believe. *His gaze drifts back to Hope, softening completely.*

*Kol grins in the dark* She was so small. *he looks at Hope* And she had your glare even as a baby. *his voice softens* But then she smiled at me... I was done for.

*Hope smiles, bright and sudden* Okay. *she snuggles back against his chest, satisfied* Then I'm keeping you. *she pats his chest possessively*

*He lets out a long, suffering sigh, sinking lower into the cushions* Fine. For Hope. But you all owe me. *He then closes his eyes and starts to slowly, and very dramatically, count sheep in his head. Or at least, he pretends to. The 'sheep' are currently riding rockets and causing general chaos.*

*Davina bites her lip* And you'll be my favorite crime. *she whispers*