Hayley let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She knew first hand how bad his temper could be, but more than that she didn't want to do this alone. Hayley was touch. She could take care of herself. But she didn't know the first thing about a baby, for one, and for two she'd grown used to being able to count on Klaus, and on Elijah. Rebekah, too, but Klaus had run her off.
"It wasn't really that memorable," she teased with more levity than she felt. It wasn't like they'd had some great love affair, though. It had been one night and no one could have predicted the result, but Hayley had no regrets. She loved her daughter more than anything, more than her own life.
She considered the idea of staying with Marcel and Davina. Hayley wasn't crazy about witches and with good reason, but Davina hadn't been among those who kidnapped her and Marcel have saved Hope from the witches.
"All right, I'll stay with them," she agreed after a moment. She wasn't sure she trusted Davina, either, but right now she felt like Marcel was one of the few she could trust. For now, anyway, it would do.
"It's a long story," she warned him, "but I'll gladly tell it after you get me out of this graveyard. I might be a creature of the night and all, but this place is a little creepy."