Hey! This is my first story/drabble. It's quite short and but I hope you like it anyways! Leave a review! Prompt: Hey I was at the pet store because I wanted to look at the hamsters and I swear this one was calling my name. We're keeping him no matter what you say but you can name him?

Can't Say No

Caroline Forbes has always prided herself on her self-control. Whenever she said just one episode or just one more minute, she meant always it. That has always been something she could count on - except when it came to animals.

She swore she just wanted to take another look at the fluffy grey dwarf hamster that caught her eye while shopping for a collar for Katherine's cat, but when she heard it squeak out an unmistakable "Care!", she was sold.

Truth be told, Caroline was already looking into hamster care long before she saw her new pet, and although she likes to think this decision was a split second decision, anyone who knows Caroline Forbes knows she doesn't do spontaneous.

She was halfway home before she even thought about calling her boyfriend of one year - Klaus - and telling him about their new edition. "It'll be fine," she reasoned to herself, "he's not allergic to anything. Plus, everyone loves hamsters."

When she arrived at the threshold of their apartment, the furry critter in hand, she realized she had no idea how to actually break the news to him. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked in.

"Hey, Klaus? I've got something," Caroline starts, hoping that the vagueness of her statement will be a good conversation starter.

"Yes, love? What is it?" He asked, appearing in the living room. When his eyes caught sight of the cardboard box and a cage they widened and flickered back up to a sheepish Caroline.

"Okay, hear me out. I was at PetCo because I just wanted to look at this dwarf hamster and he was so sweet, Klaus, he even said my name! That means it's destiny, and I'm not one to mess with destiny." At Klaus' incredulous stare she started to ramble. "Look, I even got everything we need to take care of him and our apartment allows little pets so it's not like I broke the rules or anything, right? And dwarf hamsters aren't that high maintenance, I would know because I had one when I was seven. And that's another thing! I have past experience so really -" She was cut off when Klaus gave her a small shake of her shoulders to stop her rambling.

"Caroline, are you telling me you got a hamster?"

"No. I'm telling you we got a dwarf hamster."

"A hamster we never talked about or even alluded to getting?"

"That's not true - just last week I showed you a picture of a hamster falling and said 'Aw I want one!'"

"Caroline."

"Okay. Yes. Maybe?"

Klaus gave a deep sigh before answering again. "Since I know there isn't any way you will relinquish ownership of this hamster - "

" - Dwarf hamster - "

"I will let it stay," Klaus continued, as if Caroline never interrupted, "under one condition."

"Which is?" She prompted.

"I get to name it." He finished, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

Caroline's brows furrowed, thinking about the proposition. On one hand, he could name it something outrageous, but on the other hand, he could have totally freaked out and told her to get rid of the hamster and him choosing the name seemed to be a small price to pay. Seemingly happy with the conditions, she nodded. "So what'll you call him?"

Klaus opened the box and picked up the hamster seemingly lost in thought for a few moments. He let the hamster walk around his hands for a bit, before placing it in his lap and stroking it fondly. Caroline could have sworn she saw a smile on his face but she knew he would vehemently deny it if she ever brought it up.

The sight did make her laugh a little. Klaus was no giant, but he was tall and his scary demeanor made seeing him with such a small ball of fluff made her giggle.

"Augustine," Klaus announced after a while.

"Huh. Not the worst name. Why Augustine?"

"Well, love, in German it means dignity and grandeur. He has quite a regal look to him, don't you think?" He said, motioning to where Augustine sat perched on his knee.

"I don't hate it. We can call him Gus for short."

"I hope you don't expect me to clean his cage, sweetheart. It's the least you could do after springing this terribly difficult responsibility on me."

"Oh, you love him." She replied, kissing him softly on the cheek before returning to their new family member.