A/N: Hello Klamille lover!

Here I am again, with another Klamille story for you guys! I know I haven't update my other story in a while, but I will, don't worry, I am just a bit stuck.

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this story!

Camille poured tea into her cup and tightened her coat around herself, then she walked out of her small house and and went to sit on her porch. This was her favourite thing to do in the morning, sit at her porch, drinking tea as she gazed the beautiful scene in front of her.

It had snowed heavily last night, therefore everything thing was covered in a thick white layer of snow. It was early morning, as well, because of which the sky was still in shades of pink and orange. The whole scene in front of her gave her peace, and time to think.

The blonde sat there, in silence, sipping of her tea and looking at the sky and the snow covered trees, when a piece of paper caught her eye. It was almost buried inside the snow, only one of its corner poking out from under the heavy snow layer. Camille thought about ignoring the paper, but curious as she was, she couldn't.

After the psychologist had finished her tea, she got up with a sigh and went over to pick it up.

It wasn't just any piece of paper, rather it was a letter. She brushed the snow off the letter and noticed that it had no stamp. She turned the letter to read the return address on it and was surprised to see that it was of the house next to her. The postman might have left dropped it on her porch by mistake.

Her neighbour, Niklaus Mikaelson, wasn't the type of person who sent letters. He had a lavish house and preferred modern technology over the older forms of communication. She knew this because she had had a debate with him once, when he stated that letters and post cards were just waste of time, and she believed otherwise.

Camille thought about returning the letter, but she felt a bizarre desire to read the contents of the letter. It was like there was something pulling her to read it so, she gave in to the desire and let herself open the letter. She immediately recognised the writing as that of a small child and guessed that the letter might have been written by Klaus' daughter, Hope Mikaelson.

Dear God,
Hie! Okay, so I know you have a lot of things to do, but please can you do a little thing for me? My dad said that you called mommy to live with you and I miss her. And dad is never happy and sad all the time. Can you send her home for some time? After mommy left for you home, dad is no fun. He does not talk to me, or uncle Elijah or Aunt Rebekah. He is sad, and that makes me sad. Please send mommy back for sometime. And my birthday is next week. I wish you send mommy back, not for me but for dad. I wish I could see my old dad again.
Hope Mikaelson

Camille's eyes weld up after reading the letter, the small girl thought that her mom could come back and make everything right. Oh, but how wrong she was.

Hayley, Klaus' wife had died a few months ago in a car crash. It had left the whole Mikaelson family devastated, but she assumed that time had filled the wounds, maybe not healed them, but at least filled them to some extent.

Camille used to go to the Mikaelson's every weak when Hayley was alive as they both seemed to share a lot of interest, but after her death, Camille's visit reduced to a few time a month then to once a month and as more time passed she stopped visiting. It was not like she had a problem going there, but it was just that after Hayley, Camille felt like she didn't have anyone to talk to in that house. She only knew Klaus and Hayley, as both Rebekah and Elijah had moved in after her death to help Klaus heal.

Whenever she went there, she always met Rebekah or Elijah and sometimes Hope. But Klaus was never there, so she thought he might not want to be disturbed or maybe he was sleeping or something. She never paid much attention to it. Though there were time when she had asked them about Klaus but they always seemed to brush it off.

But here she was with the letter of the small bundle of joy in her hand, as she liked to call Hope. It was then that she decided that it was time to visit the Mikaelson's again.

A/N: So, how was it? Did you like it? Sorry for the Klaus-less-ness in the above chapter. The next chapter will have him, I promise! Tell me how you felt about this one! REVIEW!