Okay, I've noticed that a lot of people want me to carry this fic on, so I shall. Reminder that this is a totally AU fanfic that has no relevance to the show, other than the characters.
It appeared that Elena just wouldn't let go of Stefan, despite his constant rejection. Over the past six months she had been constantly calling him and texting him, and it was playing on his nerves. Their most recent phone call had ended with Klaus stealing the phone from him and simply snapping it in half. Of course, he'd had to replace Stefan's phone with a new one, but Stefan made sure not to give his number to his persistent ex. Needless to say, no matter how much Stefan told Damon about Elena's constant pining, Damon was blinded by the doppelganger's beauty. He had gotten back with her.
Caroline slouched back against the couch, looking up at the television that is mounted onto the wall. Her hand rubbed over her swollen stomach and she grinned, glancing towards Klaus, who leaned against the doorframe. Her smile evaporated as she noticed that his lips were stained a different colour than their usual shade. Her thoughts instantly became wild and she stood up quickly - as fast as a six month pregnant woman can. "Is that lipstick?" her eyes narrowed in suspicion as laughter burst past his lips.
"Lipstick? Okay, I know I'm a little strange, but I don't wear my lady's lipstick." he teased, stepping closer to her.
"Then who have you been kissing?" she questioned, stepping back from him. Insecurity had become fixated into her mind, after she found out that Tyler had been sleeping with Hayley behind her back.
Klaus' eyes rolled and he laughed once again. Could she really think he wanted anyone other than her? "It's blood, I went for a snack." he explained.
Though Caroline was slightly relieved to find out that it wasn't someone else's lipstick, she was still annoyed. Had he killed someone? She had made him promise that he would feed strictly from animals and bloodbags since she got pregnant. "Did you hurt someone?"
He noted that her hands were either side of her bump, as though she were covering their child's ears. "I fed, but I didn't kill them, if that's what you're asking." it frustrated him just how much she had made him change. It didn't annoy him, he was happy to change his bad habits for the benefit of her and the baby, but he couldn't change his nature.
"You-" she paused, her hormones were driving her crazy. "I said bloodbags only!"
"Jesus, Caroline!" his voice raised slightly, and he shook his head in desperation. "I fed, so what?! I'm only a fucking vampire, it's what we do."
Caroline shook her head, stepping back from the angered man in front of her. "Stop shouting."
"No! I am sick and tired of having to do what you tell me to, like I'm some stupid child! Well I'm not, I'm your lover, and you are bearing our child!"
Caroline feared him when he was like this, and tears began to fill up her eyes. "Get out. Get out!" she screamed at him, picking up the television remote on the side of the couch to swat him on the arm with it.
Klaus rolled his eyes and made his way towards the door, but when he placed his hand on the doorknob to pull it open, there was a force from the other side which pushed it open. Stefan appeared, his hair a ruffled mess atop his head. He had his biking helmet in one hand and sunglasses in the other. "Uh-oh," he began, a small grin curving his lips. "Are you two having a domestic?" he teased before boyish laughter slipped past his lips.
"Shut up," Caroline started, folding her arms across her chest. Klaus' nostrils flared and he stepped back inside.
"Have you two considered marriage counselling?" Stefan laughed once again, tossing his helmet to one side, knowing that it would irk Caroline's OCD with organisation.
"We're not married, therefore not eligible for the counselling." Klaus sighed quietly.
"I'm going to bed, Klaus," Caroline interrupted. "The baby keeps kicking my bladder and I'm tired, goodnight." as she walked past him, she leant up and pecked his cheek. She loved him, though she rarely said it to him. And despite all the 'domestics' they had, she couldn't escape him. She made her way up the stairs and climbed into bed, a groan passing her lips. She had back ache.
Stefan pushed the pram aside and sat down on the couch, taking a sip of whiskey from the bottle. He had recently started to drink as much as Damon once did. Living with Klaus and Caroline came with its perks, but it also had downsides; like how loud they could be at night. More often than not, he would go out and find a bar. It was easy enough, there were pubs scattered on every street corner. "So have you found out just how Caroline is pregnant, or-?" he questioned, glancing up to the older male who leaned against the wall in front of him.
"She's pregnant because I came inside her, don't be an idiot." Klaus was obviously still irritable.
"You're on your period, aren't you?"
"Men don't have periods."
"Neither does Caroline but she's still pregnant. Explain."
Klaus sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Hybrids can obviously get people pregnant, it's the werewolf gene inside us. The werewolf side of us is more dominant than the vampiric side." he began to explain.
"But Caroline is a vampire, and vampires can't get pregnant."
"They can, in rare cases. It's as rare as vampires being sired to one another, but it happens. When vampires get...together, it's usually with another vampire. Male vampires can't produce living sperm, so their women don't get pregnant. But if a human male and vampire female were to have sex, she could end up pregnant. Similarly with a werewolf or hybrid male." Klaus stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, then twiddled it around in his fingers for a moment before putting it back into his pocket.
"I thought you'd quit." Stefan nodded, remaining unresponsive to Klaus' explanation of how his best friend was pregnant.
"I have, I just keep it in my pocket for comfort." Klaus had never really been into smoking, but since the threesome's move to England, he had fallen victim to the toxins of the cigarette stick. "It's not like they can affect me, Caroline or you anyway, is it?"
"No, but the baby is going to be affected."
"Stefan," Klaus' eyes narrowed and he patted his pocket. "I've quit anyway, it'll be fine."
That's when the pair of them heard a loud scream from upstairs.
"Caroline?!" Klaus darted up the stairs in a flash, eyes widened with panic. He would recognise her voice anywhere, and it was definitely Caroline's screaming.
Stefan followed quickly behind, hand wrapped firmly around a stake which he kept hidden under the stairs. Another moan sounded from in the bedroom and Klaus sighed with relief: she wasn't under attack. She was just in labour.
She was just in labour.
It struck him like a lightning bolt and he shook his head. "What do I do?!"
Caroline gritted her teeth, her hands fisted into the bedsheet. "The baby...it's not due for another-"
Klaus interrupted, "Three months, I know! Why are you in labour!?"
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Stefan hastily dialled '999', ordering for an ambulance to come quickly. "Ah, erm...fuck, Klaus, where do we live?!" panic had hit both the men and their minds had gone blank. How were they supposed to give the emergency services their address if they didn't know where they lived?
"Eleven!" Caroline groaned, her toes curling in pain. "Eleven, Baker Street! London!"
Stefan repeated her before hanging up, rocking back and forth on his feet. "They're on their way."
They didn't even know whether it was a boy or a girl yet, and they hadn't actually bought anything other than a pram, Moses' basket, and a few baby-grows, so their panicked reaction was understandable.
The only sound that Caroline could hear was the faint beeping of a heart monitor and a range of different voices. Her eyes were closed and she could no longer feel anything from the waist down, and it felt peculiar. She could hear his voice, whispering softly into her ear. She couldn't understand what he was saying, but the tone and pitch, accent, the way his lips brushed against her ear: she could tell it was Klaus. Suddenly a high-pitched wail filled the room and Caroline instantly felt wide awake. There was a baby crying, her baby. "What..?" she mumbled, still fully dosed up on drugs.
"Congratulations, it's a-" a voice began, before she fell back into unconsciousness.
Klaus sat in the plastic chair, beside the incubator which his child was wired up to. He wasn't allowed to hold the baby, it's thankful that he was even allowed in the same room as it. At only twenty-four weeks old, the child was twelve weeks premature, and possibly the smallest, most fragile looking thing Klaus had ever laid eyes on. Stefan had been told to wait in the ward until Caroline came to, and then he was to bring her to meet her child.
"Hey, little one..." Klaus murmured, laughing quietly. He felt ridiculous. Surely the 'big bad hybrid' shouldn't be feeling this sense of warmth inside at a child. The only response he got was from the pump which was keeping his baby alive, pushing oxygen around the small body through a tube which went through its nose. "You've got to stay strong, okay? You'll be a fighter; my little fighter." Yet again, the only other noise in the room was the clicking of the machinery, and the rapidly beeping heart monitor that was connected to his baby. "I love you, kid." the hybrid mumbled before standing to his feet, making his way back to the ward where Caroline was. There was a nurse in the room with the baby, and he decided that she could look after it better than he could.