A/N: I don't own the characters, except the children.
- Yes, Klaus and Caroline are both still vampires/hybrids.
- Please review, I'm always open to ideas and helpful criticism.
Also, I'm not entirely sure in this hypothetical universe of ours, if Klaus and Caroline did somehow have children what they would be? Vampires? Hybrids? Does anyone know?
This is a trial chapter, I'll only carry on if people like it. Please let me know if you want me to.
Klaus and Caroline stroll through the manic airport. Caroline trying to keep their two sons under control whilst Klaus drags along their luggage. He wanted to have his hybrids do it, but Caroline shot the idea down before he could even command them to. According to her it's a family vacation, and normal families carry their own suitcases. He did try to remind his wife that they were the furthest thing from a normal family, because one, the only reason they had children was because a witch put a curse on Caroline which made her fertile for 10 years, and secondly, normal families rarely fly in first class without having to pay. One of the many perks of being able to compel their way through life.
Caroline walks ahead of her husband, keeping a firm grip on her energetic 5 year old whilst trying to guide her newly turned teenaged son.
"Olly, can you please put down your phone for 5 minutes?" She snaps at her son, who looks at her through narrowed eyes.
"Why?" He moans, continuing to text on his phone and almost bumping into an elderly lady. Caroline apologies profusely before glaring down at the teenager. They stop in the middle of the airport, both staring each other down. Klaus watches them ready to jump in if his son continues to disobey.
She holds out her hand with an expectant look. "Hand it over, right now."
Oliver huffs but places the I-Phone in his Mother's hand with force. Whilst Caroline's attention is elsewhere, her young son, Toby, uses the opportunity to explore.
The 5 year old sprints away back down the airport, ignoring the shouts of his parents and older brother. He isn't running for long though because before he knows it, Klaus grabs him around the waist and holds him to his chest, carrying him back to the rest of their family.
"How many times do we have to tell you not to run away, Toby?" Klaus asks the rhetorical question, knowing his young son will only smirk in response. Toby is the spitting image of his Father, everyone says so and Klaus knows it. The dirty, thick blond curls, the electric blue eyes and of course the dimpled smirk.
He places the little boy on the floor and grabs the suitcases again, signalling for them to carry on. Their flight would be leaving soon.
"Flight 387 to Paris is ready to board," The voice over the intercom calls. Klaus and Caroline share a look before quickly striding off in the direction of the plane.
After making it to the plane just in time, Caroline did her best to keep her sons moving quickly as they took their seats in first class. She can remember when they used to travel the world together, just Nik and her, they would cuddle together on the plane and he would read her Shakespeare in his thick English accent. How things have changed.
"Toby! Stop causing a fuss!" Klaus growls at his son, who is screaming and fighting in his arms. It used to be easy to stay in the shadows, and not draw attention to themselves but as soon as they had children that changed. Now they spent most of their time being starred at by random strangers. Strangers he couldn't even feed on under his wife's wishes.
"Mom, can I have my phone back?" Oliver questions over the screaming of his little brother.
"Just give me a second, Oliver." She hisses at her son, as she attempts to shove her youngest son's bag of toys up into the storage holder. All she can think is that flying never used to be this stressful.
"But, Mum," The teenager whines. Klaus who had become fed up of fighting with his troublesome son, turns to face his oldest with a stern glare.
"Oliver sit down right now. You'll get your phone back in a minute." He orders, smirking with a nod when he does as he's told. He turns his gaze to the little boy in his arms who continues to yell and kick. "Toby, I'm going to give you one last chance to calm down and be a big boy, or you're going home on your own." It's an empty threat. Klaus would never let his son be without him, there's too much danger. But a 5 year old doesn't know that.
Toby continues to kick around in his Dad's arms, and Klaus growls in annoyance, finally giving up and just shoving him down in the window seat and doing up his seatbelt as tightly as he could without cutting off his blood circulation.
He turns back to Caroline, who finally manages to shut the compartment up. She hands him a toy car and an action figure with a smirk. Klaus groans and looks down at his spluttering son.
"How about I sit with Oliver and you sit with Toby?" He asks his wife with a boyish grin. Caroline shakes her head on a smirk.
"Oh no, no way Mikaelson. Remember the deal? You're in charge of Toby this time." She reminds her husband of 80 years. After the vacation from hell two years ago when their youngest was a toddler, Klaus and Caroline made a deal to switch who is in charge of him every time they go. It's easier that way.
"Come on, sweetheart." He practically begs, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. Caroline shakes her head and takes the seat next to their teenaged son.
Klaus rolls his eyes in annoyance but takes the seat next to his still moaning 5 year old. As much as he loved his son and he really did, he also sometimes wanted to strangle him.
"Toby, stop shouting please." Klaus commanded, eyeing his son who had tears streaming down his face.
"I'm s-s-scared, Daddy," The little boy stutters through sobs.
Klaus leans down closer and cups his cheek. "What on earth are you scared of?"
"I don't like it." Toby whimpers, rubbing at his eyes furiously. Klaus looks down at him in confusion until he realised he meant flying. He is scared of flying.
Klaus chuckles quietly before undoing his son's seatbelt and lifting him on to his lap. He holds his son close, so he could feel the tears through his Henley.
"Toby, there's nothing to be scared of, I swear. I'm never going to let anything hurt you." He promises, combing his hands through his son's short, thick curls comfortingly.
"Really?" Toby blubs, looking up at his Dad with watery ocean blue orbs.
Klaus grins a dimpled smile. "Yes, really." He squeezes the boy's side, making him giggle and fidget. "I love you, buddy. Now, how about you sit in your seat and play with your toys?" He questions, and his son nods eagerly, jumping out of his Father's lap into his own seat where he starts to mock fight with his action figure and car. Klaus watches his son in amusement.
Caroline smiles as she looks at them, and then at her son next to her. Whereas Toby took after Klaus, Oliver is all her. The bright blonde hair and crystal eyes. She watches him on his phone before looking back at her husband and little boy.
When they found out they'd conceived, both she and Klaus were absolutely mortified. Of course, Caroline had always wanted children but when she became a vampire she accepted it wasn't going to happen. So, when it happened they didn't know what to do. Klaus was certain he would be a terrible father, and end up being like his own. But, Caroline knew he wouldn't. He was loving, caring, protective and attentive to her, and she knew he would be to their children, and he is.