i'm not queen || the originals [2]

•i'm not happy that elijah's back•

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Imogen Avery was disappointed when Hayley Marshall told her that she couldn't find anything about what Sabine chanted when they were trying to find out what the gender of her baby.

The Immortal noirette was sitting on a couch beside Hayley, who was flipping through a book. Across them was Agnes, one of the witches of New Orleans talking, or more like scolding the mother-to-be in the room for her poor prenatal care. Over at the coffee table, Rebekah sat alone, busy typing on a laptop in front of her.

"Agnes, I told you so many times that I feel great!" Imogen said.

"You are overdue for a checkup." Agnes told her.

Imogen sighed softly. "What am I gonna do? I just can't go straight to the Quarter for an ultrasound. They already know there's one werewolf in town, they can't find out another one. Them, knowing one werewolf is in town is enough."

Hayley smirked amused. "Pop into the Quarter for a quick ultrasound? A pregnant werewolf escorted by a witch? Nothing to see here!" she said sarcastically, making Imogen sigh again.

"I know a doctor out in the Bayou, off the beaten path. Now, I took the liberty of making an appointment for you. Tonight, after-hours, just us. Vampires will never get word of it." Agnes said.

Hayley glanced at the reluctant noirette beside her. "Come on, Imogen. It's best for the baby." she encouraged her.

Imogen looked at her and sighed before looking back at Agnes. "Okay, fine. Bayou-baby-doctor it is."

Imogen and Agnes stood up from their seats as Hayley did the same.

"This is weird but I agree with the witch." Hayley said and caressed the noirette's stomach. "Call me if anything happens, alright?"

Rebekah walked over to the two women. "You mean, she'll call me if anything happens."

Hayley pulled away from Imogen and rolled her eyes at the blonde Original, who smirked at her.

Rebekah smiled at the noirette. "Now, you. You take good care of my precious niece. She's as important as you."

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It was already dark when Imogen and Agnes arrived at the obstetrician in the Bayou. The Immortal stared at the doctor's office warily.

"This is the doctor's office?" she asked in disbelief.

Agnes smiled but it creeped the noirette out. "Dr. Paige is only this far out because Marcel's men kept terrorizing her patients. Go. She won't bite." The witch urged.