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I started this drabble series on tumblr but have decided to post it here after ChillwithJyl asked me to.

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Anonymous asked: "can you please write a Drabble were caroline and Klaus and married and have to children both are boys and Klaus meet his real father and mikael say bad thing about Klaus and his dad defined him Klaus and his father have son father chat (thousand years)"

He tugged on his tie, his nerves reining his mind. He brushed off the imaginary lint on his freshly pressed suit, one that his wife had convinced him to wear. It was grey and accompanied by a cerulean blue shirt. She had said that the two colours together brought out the colour of his eyes and intensified his emotions. He had smiled and accepted her choice. He would need everything to be in his favour tonight. He had someone to impress. His birth father.

He thought back to his adoptive father and how distant he had been to him all his life. He had power and money and success and a beautiful family, one that he had grudgingly welcomed Klaus into. He had been grateful for the gesture. He wouldn't have blamed him for treating him differently. He couldn't begin to understand how hard it must've been for him to lay his eyes on the proof of his wife's indiscretion every day.

Mikael had been distant towards Klaus all his life. He had never received a hug from him whenever he brought home good grades on a test. He had silently witnessed Mikael hugging his brothers and sisters for every time achievement. He had never had a dad to talk about girls while he was growing up in England. The only thing he got was a box of condoms when Mikael caught him making out with his high school girlfriend and a simple sentence: "Don't make the same mistake your father made."

His mother had tried to fill that void in his heart, but no matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to be his father. All his life, ever since he found out the truth, he had pestered her about his birth father. Each time, he had received a different answer. It was more creative when he was a child. He was a secret agent fighting crime and no one was to know. He was an astronaut stuck in a special space mission for a couple of years and would meet him as soon as he got back down to Earth. He was an archaeologist on an expedition somewhere in Africa and there was no way for them to reach him there. He was a king in a far off land at war and it would be dangerous for them to reach out to him at that time. Her stories spurred his imagination and he had turned to art, drawing whatever he thought his father to be. His mother had encouraged him throughout his life. She had preserved and protected ever single work of his as a child. It was evident that he was Esther's favourite.

As he grew older, her stories failed to convince him. He had grown rebellious and begun to resent her, something he regretted to this day. He had stopped asking of his father often, but the questions were still there in his mind, in his eyes. A couple of weeks ago, after Mikael's funeral, she had given him an envelope containing a single photograph of a younger looking Esther with a man who looked a lot like himself. At the back was a phone number scribbled in pen and a sentence. He's waiting to meet you.

It took hours of procrastinating and hounding from his wife for him to call him father. There was a moment of silence when he answered. He then introduced himself and there was silence on the other end. They had managed to have an awkward conversation and finally agreed to meet when he visited the states a few weeks later.

That brought him back to reality in a crowded restaurant, nervously contemplating leaving before his guest arrived. His plans wouldn't have worked anyway for in that moment a tall figure loomed over him.

"Klaus?" he looked up to see deep blue eyes looking into a mirroring pair of eyes. There were friendly wrinkles around his eyes that made him seem approachable.

"Hi." Klaus said, his gaze unmoving from his father's face.

"Hello, son. I've been waiting to meet you for years."

They sat down at the table and ordered some wine to get the conversation flowing. And it did flow. He learnt a lot about his father. Turned out that none of his mother's stories were true. His father owned a vineyard in Italy where his mother had escaped to one summer. They had had a whirlwind romance and she had even contemplated leaving Mikael for him. The romance was cut short when Mikael had arrived and begged her to return with him. She had said that she still loved him and had left, breaking his heart in the process. A couple of months later he had received a letter from her saying that she was pregnant with his child. He had told her that he had wanted to be there for his child but Esther had said that Mikael had agreed to care for him and had forbid her from seeing him again. As the years passed, he had received pictures of his son. He had framed them and placed them around his house on the vineyard. He had also received drawings of himself made by his immensely talented son. Those had also been framed.

As the years passed, he had met a wonderful Italian woman and had married her. They now had three beautiful children; the oldest was just a few years younger than Klaus. They still lived on the vineyard.

Klaus then told him about his life with Mikael and his siblings. He listened intently, soaking up every bit of information. He told him of his job as an art director at a popular magazine and he couldn't be prouder. He then pulled out his wallet and showed him the pictures of his family. He finally landed on the one he cherished the most.

"This is my family." He said proudly. "This is my wife, Caroline. And these are our two sons, William Andrew and Nathaniel James."

His father had tears in his eyes. "Nate." He whispered. "His middle name is mine." He looked up at Klaus and it seemed as if time had never passed. It was almost as if they had known each other all along. This moment would be treasured for eternity.

They shared tidbits of information about their families and then made plans to meet again with their families. James even invited Klaus and his family to his house in Italy. They spent hours at the restaurant and were finally made to leave when it was time for the restaurant to close.

He returned home with a big smile on his face. He walked into his room to see his wife sleeping on her side of the room. The lights were still on and he got the feeling that she had planned to wait up for him. He switched off the light, slipped out of his clothes and slid into bed. He wrapped an arm around her waist and cuddled close to her. She stirred a little and blended into him.

"How did it go?" she said, groggily.

"Good." He said, hissing her shoulder. "Really good. He's amazing. I can't wait for you to meet him."

"Good." She said. "That's good."

"Did the boys give you any trouble?"

"No. They were exhausted from school."

"I love you." He whispered against her neck as she slipped into unconsciousness. His life was finally turning around.

So this is a complete AU/AH drabble series.

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Anna