[Oh, this is definitely more amusing the second time around. Yes, let's just randomly choose to have witches and werewolves and humans alike all trying to kill her baby. Because that's the easy thing.]

Trust me, if I could've had any other magic miracle baby... [She huffs out her response.]

I didn't need to convince anyone. [The witches did their spell and Elijah... was Elijah.]

It wasn't candlelight and romance. It was one night and then eight months of everything in New Orleans trying to kill me or the baby. Including you at one point.

No one would pick that.