Quiet Night in the Dorm 🛏️🕯️💤
Hope sat on the bed cross-legged, gently massaging lotion into the curve of Nova's belly. The room was dim, the only light coming from a small bedside lamp casting a golden glow over both of them. Nova's hoodie was hiked up just enough to reveal the bump, which had definitely popped more in the past week.
"That tickles," Nova murmured, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Good," Hope said with a small grin. "It's supposed to relax you."
"You relax me," Nova said, reaching to tug Hope down beside her.
They lay curled together, limbs tangled in the soft blankets. Hope rested her hand protectively over Nova's belly.
"I still can't believe we're doing this," Nova whispered.
"I can," Hope said. "You're amazing. And stubborn."
They giggled, and the conversation shifted to baby names. First, it was sarcastic.
"What about Buffy and Willow?" Nova joked.
"Only if we want Lydia or Stiles to hex us," Hope smirked.
Eventually, though, the tone grew more serious. Names from their families came up. Names they just liked. Nothing was decided, but it felt real. And safe.
"We should probably let Lydia and Lizzie do their gender reveal party thing," Nova muttered sleepily.
Hope chuckled. "And pretend to be surprised?"
"Exactly."
Nova fell asleep moments later, curled into Hope's side with Hope's hand still resting over her stomach.
The Bump Is Noticeable 🤰👀👗
The next morning, Nova stepped into the dining hall wearing a snug, ribbed shirt and one of Hope's cardigans. Her bump was unmistakable now, and the moment they entered, conversations slowed. Eyes turned.
Nova paused, but Hope's arm slid around her waist.
"Let them look," Hope whispered.
Whispers followed them as they got their food and sat. It wasn't hostile, but it was a shift. Everyone knew now.
"I need to take you shopping," Hope said between bites. "You can't just keep stealing my clothes. We'll need maternity stuff. And things for the girls."
Nova gave her a sheepish smile. "I like your clothes. They smell like you... it helps keep me calm. Makes me feel safe."
Hope's expression softened as she leaned closer. "Then you can wear whatever you want of mine. If it helps you feel safe, I'll make sure you never run out of hoodies, t-shirts, or anything that smells like me." She pressed a kiss to Nova's temple. "You're my whole world. You should always feel safe."
From across the room, Lizzie and Lydia both perked up.
"You're not shopping without us!" Lizzie called, practically bouncing over. "We're planning a Girls' Day this weekend. You're coming. No arguments."
Nova blinked. "Wait, who's—"
"Lydia, Penelope, Josie, Malia—oh! Rebekah and Hayley are already planning to meet us in town. Freya, Keelin, Cami, Davina... we're making a day of it."
Nova gave Hope a look. Hope just laughed. "Welcome to being loved by overprotective witches and werewolves."
Nova smirked. "Be honest, did Lizzie invite all the Mikaelson girls just so they'd cover the bill?"
Hope snorted. "I wouldn't put it past her."
Lizzie, who had excellent hearing and no shame, chimed in as she passed by, "Excuse you, I invited them because they have phenomenal taste, unlimited black cards, and because I deserve a fabulous shopping day."
Nova groaned playfully. "Is there any way I can get out of this?"
Hope laughed. "Not unless you want me and the babies to pout for days."
Lizzie gasped dramatically. "Absolutely not. You owe me this chaos."
Lydia smirked. "You're already on the list, Hale. Just give in."
Josie added gently, "It'll be fun, Nova. I promise. Just let us spoil you."
Penelope quipped, "You're not escaping. I've already scheduled the snark and fashion commentary."
Malia shrugged with a half-smile. "I just came for snacks and chaos. You're coming."
Nova let out a dramatic sigh and cuddled into Hope's side. "Fiiine," she drawled. "But I want snacks, foot rubs, and no judgment when I cry in the dressing room or Hope and I get it on in the dressing room."
Josie turned bright red, ducking her head with a soft smile. Lydia and Penelope exchanged knowing smirks. Lizzie dramatically clutched her chest. "TMI, but iconic."
Malia snorted. "If you two fog up the mirrors, I'm pretending I don't know you."
The whole group burst into laughter, their voices overlapping with playful teasing and giggles as they continued eating and chatting together. For a moment, it felt normal—just a group of girls planning a day out, filled with love, mischief, and the kind of bond that made everything feel a little lighter.
Hope Gets Protective 🐺💢🫂
As they left the dining hall later, a student they passed muttered under their breath, "How long before she drops out?"
Hope froze. "Excuse me?"
The student looked startled, but Hope didn't back down. "Say it louder. I dare you."
Nova caught her arm, pulling her gently to the side.
"Hope—breathe."
Hope's jaw clenched. "I will not let anyone shame you for being pregnant. You're carrying our daughters. No one gets to make you feel small for that. And no one gets to slut shame you either—not now, not ever."
Nova leaned up and kissed her cheek. "I don't feel small. Not with you in my corner."
Private Training Talk – No More 🥋💔🛑
The training room was quiet, empty. Nova slipped in silently and started stretching, careful and slow. But the moment she reached for a training dummy, Hope's voice rang out.
"Nova."
Nova flinched, turning to see Hope in the doorway. Her arms were crossed, and her face was full of fear—not anger.
"Hi...Hopey. I was just—"
"You promised," Hope said softly, walking closer. "Elena said no training. No strain."
"I just needed to feel like me again," Nova whispered. Her voice cracked. "I'm tired of feeling like I'm made of glass."
Hope's expression softened. She stepped forward and pulled Nova into her arms.
"You're not weak because you need rest," Hope murmured. "You're strong because you're putting them first."
Nova sagged into her, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.
Light Scene with Faculty 🧑🏫📝💬
Alaric sat across from Nova and Hope in his office, flipping through a folder.
"We'll move your classes around so you're not walking across campus too much," he said. "And Caroline's setting up a quiet room in the dorms for when you need to nap or rest."
Hope squeezed Nova's hand, and Nova nodded gratefully.
"I'm only four and a half months pregnant," Nova said with a hint of frustration. "Is all this really necessary? I don't want special treatment."
Hope gave her a knowing look. "You're being stubborn again."
Nova pouted, crossing her arms. "No, I'm not."
Hope leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose. "You so are. But it's one of the things I love about you."
Alaric watched the interaction with a small smile, clearly touched. It warmed him to see Hope not only in love but also surrounded by people who brought out the best in her.
Later that day, a magically sealed box arrived from Mystic Falls. Elena's handwriting was elegant across the tag: "For Mama Nova."
Inside were enchanted crystals to promote balance, stress-reducing herbs, snack packs, and a glowing bottle labeled "Prenatal Potion – Twice Daily."
Nova sniffled as she held the note. "I feel so... supported."
"You are," Hope said softly.
Closing Scene – Late Night Talk 🌙🛏️🩵
Back in their dorm, wrapped in a nest of blankets, Nova lay with her head on Hope's chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns.
"Do you think they'll look like us?" Nova asked quietly.
"I think they'll be beautiful," Hope replied. "They'll be ours."
Nova smiled, her fingers grazing Hope's side. "The world better get ready for the Hale-Mikaelson girls."
There was a pause, warm and electric.
Nova shifted, kissing Hope slowly. "I want you," she whispered.
Hope blinked, surprised but breathless. "Now?"
Nova nodded. "Now. Slow. I need to feel close to you."
The night unfolded in soft sighs and careful touches—nothing rushed, nothing rough. Hope's hands moved with reverence, caressing every inch of Nova's changing body with love and intention. Nova responded in kind, tugging Hope closer with soft gasps and whispered encouragements, her fingers tangled in Hope's curls.
Every movement was slow, drawn out—not out of caution, but to savor the intimacy between them. Hope's lips ghosted over Nova's collarbone, down her chest, pausing to admire every curve with adoration. Her hands caressed the swell of Nova's belly as if memorizing the life growing within. She trailed kisses lower, her breath warm against Nova's skin, whispering sweet nothings to both her and their daughters. Nova arched into her touch, her body trembling with emotion, fingers gripping the sheets, then Hope's back.
Nova's gasps turned into soft moans, threaded with laughter and tears—overwhelmed by how deeply she was loved. Hope was careful but confident, guiding her through waves of sensation, grounding her with kisses and whispered reassurances. When Hope finally entered her with slow, deliberate thrusts, Nova let out a breathless cry, her body stretching to accommodate the familiar fullness. Their foreheads pressed together as they moved in sync, the pace tender but deep, every motion soaked in emotion and adoration.
Hope whispered loving affirmations as she rocked into her, one hand supporting Nova's back while the other cradled her bump, protective even in passion. Nova clung to her, eyes locked, breath shaky. Then, as her body tightened around Hope, she gently urged Hope onto her back and climbed on top, moving slowly with a sensual grace.
Hope looked up through half-lidded eyes, breath catching as she watched her girlfriend, her pregnant goddess of a baby mama, riding her slowly, completely bare and stunning in the moonlight. Nova's movements were languid and confident, her body arching beautifully with each rise and fall, her hands braced against Hope's chest as they stayed locked in that intimate rhythm.
Riding her with growing confidence, Nova laced their fingers together, her expression soft and reverent. Their rhythm built slowly, both of them breathless and trembling, until a wave of heat crested between them. Nova cried out Hope's name as pleasure overtook her, her body shuddering as she tightened around her. Hope gasped, thrusting up just once more before release claimed her too, drawn out and consuming.
Nova collapsed onto Hope's chest, still connected, her breath hot and shaky against Hope's neck. Hope wrapped her arms around her tightly, holding her as their bodies slowly stilled, hearts beating in tandem.
When Hope laid a kiss just above Nova's navel and rested her cheek there for a moment, Nova reached down, threading her fingers through Hope's hair. "I've never felt more beautiful," she whispered.
Hope looked up at her, voice hoarse with love. "You are. You always are."
Afterward, Nova rested her head back on Hope's chest.
"They kicked," she whispered with a sleepy smile.
Hope grinned, hand sliding back over Nova's belly. "They approve."
Nova let out a breathless chuckle. "You're lucky I'm already pregnant," she mumbled against Hope's skin. "Because if I wasn't? After how much we've been doing it lately, I definitely would be now."
Hope laughed softly and kissed the top of Nova's head, her arms tightening around her. Nova snuggled deeper into Hope's embrace, her body relaxed and completely at peace. The steady rhythm of Hope's heartbeat beneath her ear slowly lulled her into a warm, safe haze. Within moments, Nova's breathing evened out, her lashes fluttered shut, and she drifted off to sleep in Hope's arms—still connected, still held, wrapped in the quiet comfort of love.
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