notes: hey all, just another series from my tumblr that I'm going to post here. keep in mind that this is going to be a on-going series, so i'm going to try to update it every so often. it's set in an au human verse and it's going to be a series of interconnected drabbles. so they're not exactly in order and they could all be read as stand-alone one-shots. i thought this format would be good for this story because it's mostly going to be super corny and fluffy.

more notes: more about the setting: klayley are a struggling young married couple trying to deal with everyday issues that parents face. maybe i'll bring in other characters later on, but for now, it's just going to be klaus, hayley, and hope drabbles. hope you enjoy them.

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love me like you do

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i : darling, we're having a baby

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It's their first day off in, what feels like, forever.

Hayley decides to sleep in. She cuddles in to her husband's warm sheets, engulfing herself in his scent as she rolled to her side. They had only been married for a couple of months, but already, Hayley could not imagine her life without him. Of course, Klaus Mikaelson was far from perfect. He was angry, impulsive, rude —

But, he's also fiercely in love with her.

And, Hayley can't say that she's ever been told that she's been loved before. So, they decided to spend the rest of their lives together. Which leads them to this very moment, where she's waking up to the smell of French Toast. The young girl sniffs around, jumping out of bed and rushing towards the kitchen.

"You're…cooking?" Hayley exclaims, while she watches Klaus stammer around in the kitchen. He's wearing his usual slim jeans and grey Henleys, accompanied by a rather flowery apron (which was oddly flattering).

"Well," he hums, sounding almost a little peeved. "You said you were hungry," Klaus specifies.

"And, for once, you actually decided to listen to me?" Hayley cooed, head tilted to one side. "Wow, Klaus, marriage has changed you," she teases, whilst taking a seat on the kitchen counter top.

Klaus rolls his eyes as a signal of disobedience. "Very funny," he chuckles. "You should be back in bed. Didn't you say you were feeling ill?" The blond remembers the way his wife had been feeling a little sick, which also led to a loss of appetite, and a need for healthy nutrition. Although, now that he thinks about it, Klaus supposes that he should have cooked something much more appetizing than just French Toast.

"Actually," Hayley interrupts his thoughts. "I wouldn't call it an 'illness' per say," she slowly says.

"Then," Klaus releases. "What would you call it?" He questions, with a rather naïve tone accompanying his voice.

"Morning sickness," Hayley abruptly blurts out.

She waits patiently for Klaus's response. Evidently, he's shocked. Klaus widens his eyes and almost drops his spatula in the process.

"Does that mean that—"

"Yes," She cuts him off, mid-sentence. "I'm pregnant," Hayley proudly announces. "And I know it's a little soon, and we don't exactly have much room in this tiny little apartment, but I figured we could—"

"Stop," Klaus chimed in, as he ceased his cooking and looked straight in to his wife's eyes. He tried his best to calm himself. Klaus releases a series of slow and uneven breaths before he starts to speak again. "Look, I am aware of the fact that I may not seem like the 'fatherly' type," Klaus confesses. "However, I must admit, even I have a soft spot for children," he laughs.

They had discussed the possibility of having children. And, honestly, it didn't seem like it was really all that probable. Klaus worked two different jobs. By morning, he's a pastry chef, cooking deserts and baking pies. And, by night, Klaus works at the record store. Meanwhile, Hayley works shifts at the local grocery store. Their schedules are so intense right now, Klaus thinks, he's not really certain that their ready for a baby.

"Have you seen a doctor yet?" He asks.

"Not yet," Hayley honestly tells him. "But I took a few pregnancy tests, and they all turned out positive," she goes on to say.

He scratches the back of his head, piling on the already-done French Toast on to a plate and offering it to his partner. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Klaus fumed.

Hayley reached for some food. She casually chewed on some toast, crinkling her nose as Klaus looked at her with a rather confused expression on his face. "You said it yourself," she shrugs. "You don't exactly seem like the 'fatherly' type."

He then decides to cup her cheek in to the warmth of his palm. "Dearest Hayley," Klaus whispers softly. "No matter how menacing I may seem, you know I will allow you to choose," at this point, Klaus does not sound like himself at all. But, Hayley supposes that marriage could, indeed, change a man. "And if you choose to keep this child, then I will choose to stand by your side," he lets her know.

Hayley presses their foreheads together, smiling politely in the process. "My, my," she sings, "You're already turning in to a softy," Hayley teases. She then places a soft kiss on tip of her partner's nose. She finds him sweet and kind (and nothing like who he was when they had first met). "Do you think you're ready?" she wondered aloud. "To be a parent?"

Klaus sighs. He thinks that he should at least be able to remain truthful. "To be quite frank, I don't think that I am, sweetheart," he shrugs, which led to Hayley's disappointment. "But, that doesn't mean that I'm not willing to try," he cheers her up, as his voice is soft with affection.

Hayley is touched by his words, she truly is, especially because she's well aware of the fact that Klaus isn't exactly fond of change.

"Good," she exclaims, while she playfully hit him on the shoulder. "Now stop being so sappy," Hayley orders. "Just because we're having a baby doesn't mean that we can start acting like those cheesy couples in Nicholas Sparks movies," and with that said, the young brunette finally jumped off the counter top.

She took her food and headed back towards their bed, where she'd be patiently waiting for her husband's quick return.