Aria's POV

In simplest words, the face that Klaus was making when I wobbled back into the apartment after spending the majority of my day at Doom's science laboratories, was a mix between oh shit, and we should run away, now.

So you can guess that dropped my little happy high, super quick.

"What's the matter?" I asked him immediately, he was twitching endlessly. Every part of his body was moving, and if I looked hard enough, I'm pretty sure he was blurring in some places. He was in pure panic mode.

He gave me the smile of someone who had been stabbed repeatedly in the stomach, "we have guests" he choked out.

Who the hell would visit us? And make Klaus look like he was about to shit himself.

I turned the corner, pushing Klaus out my way as I stormed towards the living room, only to wish that I had turned right back out that door the second I had walked in.

Because sitting on the couch that Klaus and I had chosen together not even two weeks ago, were the last two people I wanted to see on this earth.

My fucking parents.

I nearly started choking and stumbling as they both looked up at me.

One face full of happiness and the second was barely concealed distain.

Oh, how I had missed my Mother.

Klaus' large hands landed on my shoulders as he walked in behind me, the absolute only thing that was stopping me from full on losing my mind and trying to kill my parents, or running away in full on tears.

It was a solid toss-up between the two these days.

Her cold, black eyes swept over me quickly, disgust clear on her face, before they settled on my very large stomach.

The feeling of protecting my child never hit me harder than it was at this moment.

My hands slowly slipped around my stomach, trying to protect my unborn child for her evil eyes, "Mother, Father ... what are you doing here?" I asked slowly as I watched the both of them.

My father's handsome face was behind his signature pair of large glasses, his curly black hair was combed back harshly from his face, like my Mother always made him do, even though he hated it. He was a skinny man, yet so tall. He was nearly Klaus' height. He was so kind hearted, he honestly couldn't help it. He wanted to be every ones friend, connect with every single person that he met.

How he met my witch of a mother, survived, and then married her, will always be a mystery to me.

The woman was practically conjured through black magic.

Her black hair was swept elegantly up into a tight ponytail, that swung to her back. She had on her signature black dress that showcased her amazingly tight body, and her tan skin was still so youthful, even though she was years past her prime.

I think in all my years, I had never seen her smile. Not for real, not with any real joy. She simply couldn't help to be evil.

My father had tried, bless his weak willed heart, he had tried to love me. To give me a sliver of a home, of what love was. He tried, but the second she realized our relationship was blooming, that someone could love me, she ripped him away much faster than I thought possible.

She had them spending months and months away from me at a time, and it slowly progressed to years.

I couldn't even properly remember the last time that I had spoken to them, in the eye, or hell when they last said my name.

If they even remembered it.

What they were doing here was more than a shock, it was a fucking miracle, or should I say nightmare.

Because wherever that dark witch walked, pure pain followed her.

"Aria" her voice whipped through the air, nearly making me wince like I had been for the past 18 years of my life. The sneer on her face was so prominent, it distorted her flawless skin, "we are here to take you home" she snapped. Her eyes narrowed in my Klaus' hands on my shoulders, before glaring down at my pregnant stomach.

I felt sick.

Oh god, I felt sick, cornered, and like a dumb little kid who had royally fucked up.

Deep down, I knew. I know my issues, completely aware of the damage these individuals had done to me. I couldn't even fully allow myself to believe Klaus really loved me some days because of the shit they had put me through.

I know I'm fucked up. And that my two brilliant scientist parents were the sole reason, for why some days I can't seem to find what someone could even love about me.

Why someone would even want to love me.

I felt weak, and I felt wrong. I'm a pregnant teenager, living with some man I just met and will be soon having his kids. What had I done, what am I doing, what's wrong-

"You won't speak to my fiancé like that, let alone the mother of my child" Klaus growled, his voice sounding strangely like Doom's when it rolled over the room, commanding attention and power.

My back straightened, as he gripped my shoulders, as he showed he was behind me, he was here for me.

He loved me, and he wouldn't leave me.

I felt that power that we shared rush through me, and then that anger.

Oh, goddess was I angry.

So angry.

My Father gave a shocked face, as my Mother fumed from beside him, no doubt annoyed that someone dared to talk down to her, "w-we are her parents. We just want her to be safe back home, where she belongs, with –"

"What? With you two? Please. Save him and I both the bullshit story you are about to try to spin. I've been gone for months, nearly a fucking year" I laughed horribly, "you think I'm stupid? What did you two run home for something? Surprised to find your prison cell empty?" I asked them, the venom that dripped off my words, nearly had me sick.

I didn't want to be angry anymore. I wasn't, I hadn't hated the world in so long, so very long. And every night I got to sleep in Klaus' arms as he spoke to our child, that anger had faded and faded, until I believed Klaus loved me.

I knew I loved him, and our child more than anything.

But now I was back at square one. Looking at the two people who had made me, who couldn't find it in themselves to give a shit about me.

If they couldn't fucking care, then how was anyone else suppose to?

I couldn't even believe it.

Would Klaus even still be here with me if I wasn't pregnant with his child?

Would we even work? We were both so young, what were the odds that this would even work out?

Klaus's hands slid down my arms, till they reached my hands that rested on my bump. "I'm here, Ari, I'll always be here for you. No matter what happens" he whispered lowly into my ear.

His fingers threaded through my own, he was ready to run. I just needed to give him the signal that I was ready, and he would take me.

"You are our child-", my Mother started.

"You both signed my emancipation papers when I was 12. Had you sign them myself, and neither of you ever notice" I snapped, my Father at least had the ability to look sorry, my Mother barely blinked.

"You are a child, Aria. You need to come home, obviously, since we find you living with some man and pregnant. Really Aria, I thought you were smarter than this" she replied deadly calm.

I glared down at her, "get out".

She just smirked, "you are here illegally, you do know that? All we have to do is have you deported-"

"I have citizenship here, I'll marry her and she'll live here with me, where we will have our child" Klaus cut in, a cocky smirk on his face as he slipped from behind me.

He looked dangerous, and it was moments like this, that it suddenly hit me that he was deadly. A villain and a deadly one at that.

He had power, he was scared of nothing, and probably never would be.

"What do you two think you'll accomplish with this little show? Theres no way that you can live here with him. How will you survive, hmmm Aria? How? He doesn't look that intelligent, so please tell me how will he make you money, or a life for that matter? Think, you stupid, stupid girl. I always knew you were worthless, I just didn't think you would fall this damn low" she sneered at me.

Klaus' whole body thrummed with anger as he turned on her.

My mouth had gone dry.

The front door was shoved open.

We all froze, while Klaus seemed to finally relax.

The next second I knew why. He had called back up, and the kind that would take out a whole army for you.

The smile on my face when I made eye contact with, Katrina's Mother and Father was unbeatable.

Mrs. Justice rushed me, her hands on my cheeks as she squeezed them, then her hand on my baby bump "ahh, my smart child! Look how she's glowing, Kalvin!" she smiled brightly as she hugged me.

Mr. justice just looked at me sideways, "she still looks emo" he sighed as he just shook his head at me.

God, I missed my best friend.

But her psycho parents would have to step in for now.

"Who's the weird couple sitting on the sofa?" Mrs. Justice said as she whipped around and stared my parents down. Her husband was suddenly beside her, looking down at my own parents, a horrible look on their face like they smelled something bad.

I will never say anything bad about those two, ever again.

"You looking at my husband?" Mrs. Justice screeched in pure rage, as she stared my Mother down, who for the first time in my entire life, looked like she didn't know what to do.

A true miracle.

"I-I would never!" my Mother cried in pure shock.

Never thought I see the day.

Rina Drez is speechless, someone grab a fucking camera.

Kalvin grabbed his wife by the forehead and shoved her back with a roll of they eyes, "woman, if she wants to look, she can look, if she wants to touch ... meet me in the back in-" he cut off his remark with a grunt of pure pain as his wife punched the inside of his thigh.

Klaus was dying for air, as he tried to keep his face neutral, "I made a great decision" he laughed deep as he whispered in my ear.

I gripped his hand into my own, trying to fight off the smile that was rushing to my lips, "you really did" I whispered back.

"I do love you" he whispered into my ear as Mr. Justice tried to chest bump with my awkward Dad, and Mrs. Justice tried to fight my own mother. "So very in love with you Aria" his warm breath rolled over my skin.

My chest tightened, because I loved him too, probably more than I should, more than anything in this world.

He'd given me family and love.

"And I'm going to take care of you and our child, make you my wife, and make sure you live a great life" he continued, pulling those damned tears to my eyes. I turned towards him, the tears swimming in my eyes making him blurry, "My skoteinó sýnnefo" he whispered as he nuzzled his face into my hair.

"I love you too" I whispered back.

He smiled huge, the way he always did when I said that to him. He knew how hard it had been for me to even string the words together, which is why he was now looking at me like he had won the lottery.

"Do not cry, my skoteinó sýnnefo, I will fix this .... Blake said I should just kill your parents, but ..." he trailed off looking at me for permission.

I couldn't help but laugh at his face, "but thats a terrible idea" I finished the sentence for him.

He nodded, like he hadn't wanted to kill them either.

The liar.

"Yes, yes, bad. No, we won't kill them. Katrina would know what to do in this situation, Blake would just give us sites to hide bodies, and everyone else is either in jail or about to be" he sighed.

"You have Blake's phone number? You texted him?" I asked Klaus.

He nodded, pulling his phone out to hand to me.

I quickly opened it and started a message to Blake, "I have an idea, Katrina may not be able to come help, but she'll have a plan" I smiled as I continued to type the message out, letting Klaus move me slightly as Mrs. Justice picked up a vase and threw it across the room, hopefully at my Mother's face.

I quickly hit send, and handed the phone back.

"You think this will work?" Klaus asked me looking down at the message I typed.

"She'll know what to do" I nodded, my best friend always had a way of making the shittiest situations better.

Klaus shrug as he smiled down at me, before leaning forward and placing his forehead against my own, "I've got you, the both of you" he smirked.

I just breathed in his scent, just having him near always relaxed me, even as my parents fled from our house, with screams of them returning for me, and how this was far from over.

I just kept my eyes on the man I loved.

"Can have the pickles with the peanut butter?" I asked him, peering up at him, knowing he'd melt at my request.

He made a face of disgust, before pulling away, "anything for you" he smiled, before taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen.

How in the fuck did I get so lucky?