This is the part one of the pregnancy outtakes. I was asked to do a story about Caroline finding out she's pregnant. I only do outtakes that fit with my headcanon for the fic, and this was always the story for EC/FE.
As a reminder, these outtakes are based off requests I get on tumblr, and are therefore not in chronological order.
Thank you to Sophie for beta work.
"So, my husband and I enjoy BDSM activities. Will that make it harder to conceive?" Caroline asked, trying to fight down the burn she felt in her cheeks.
She's a doctor. She's probably heard this before, Caroline repeated to herself in her head.
"It shouldn't make a difference as long as you're careful," the doctor said, and Caroline was slightly comforted by the nonjudgmental look on her face. "I'd advise against anything that cuts off any sort of circulation like bondage, and once you do get pregnant I would recommend keeping any activities that involve physical discomfort confined to your buttocks. Obviously nothing to your belly or breasts, especially."
"But anything else?"
"Well, use your best judgment. Nothing too strenuous, and again, keep in mind that if you do end up getting pregnant, your body will become more sensitive, and you may be more emotional."
"Okay," Caroline said slowly. "Thanks."
"Of course. You can always call with more specific questions if you have them."
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Caroline sighed, throwing the pregnancy test in the garbage can and getting up, rubbing her face with her palms. She smoothed her hair and walked back into the bedroom, the sound of the door closing behind her making Klaus look up from his laptop and setting it aside. "How'd it go, sweetheart?"
"Nope," she said, sliding into bed beside him and laying her head on his shoulder. "Do you think there's something wrong with me?"
"There's nothing wrong with you," he said immediately, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on her upper arm. "As I recall you saying for the first six months, you read a scientific study that said it's not abnormal to take a year, or even a bit longer. We can always look into medical procedures if you'd like, or even adopt or get a surrogate if we keep having trouble."
She sniffled. "I don't get why this is so hard. Katherine's had like, three pregnancy scares and she and Elijah don't even want kids, and we've been trying for what, sixteen months?"
"Just about," he said, nodding. "You know what the doctor said, though-"
"Yeah, if I stop stressing it'll be more likely to happen," she interrupted impatiently. "I just don't know how I'm supposed to not be stressed about this."
"We have plenty of time, Caroline. You're only twenty-six."
"I know," she said, cuddling closer and burying her face in his neck, her voice muffled.
"We'll just have to keep trying."
She inhaled his scent, snuggling closer until he chuckled and laid down, pulling her back against his front, and she closed her eyes as he kissed the top of her head. Affection like this from him had been rare in the beginning, but once she'd admitted that she wanted it during their aftercare as reassurance (and more in general), he'd started doing it more often. He had become more responsive to her need for affection over the last few months as she clearly became more upset with being unable to conceive, and she appreciated his attempts to meet her needs for extra comfort.
Still, he'd been initiating sex less and less as she'd started to get more stressed. He was all too happy to do it when she initiated, but she couldn't help but wonder whether he was losing interest.
He reassured her with every heated look, every brush of his fingers against her skin, that he was in love with her, but love didn't necessarily equal attraction, and it made her nervous that he was pulling back.
"Do you not want me as your sub anymore?" she asked, the question somehow easier to ask when she wasn't looking at him.
Klaus stiffened, silent for a few seconds, and she turned around in his arms to look at him. He looked so genuinely incredulous that she nearly smiled. "What?" he managed.
"I mean, you used to text me most days with how you wanted me when you got home, but you don't do it anymore unless I ask. You haven't called me to your office for a 'lunch' in weeks. And yeah, the vanilla sex we're having is great and everything, but it seems like you're losing interest in the kinky stuff," she said, voice shaking slightly, words speeding up as she spoke them, and her heart was pounding nervously in her chest. "And I mean, if you are, that's fine, but is it something I did? Because if you don't want..." she trailed off at the look on his face, which was somewhere between horrified and confused.
"Oh, Caroline," he breathed, pulling her to him, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "No, that's not...I just...I know you've been upset lately, and you've said that you wanted comfort, and I didn't want to pressure you into something you didn't feel emotionally comfortable with."
"No, I miss playing," she said quietly, closing her eyes in contentment as he rubbed her back lightly. "It makes me feel good to feel wanted, Klaus. Like, when you text me in the middle of the day to tell me you want me to wait for you naked in our bed until you get home, that means you're thinking about me, and I like knowing that you want me that much. I mean, maybe it's silly, but-"
"It's not," he said quickly. "It's not silly at all, sweetheart. I like knowing that you're waiting for me, too."
She couldn't help but smile, slinging her leg over his hip, just needing to press as close to him as she could, wanting every inch of her skin to touch his.
"So you're not upset that we kind of have to take a pause on the hard stuff?"
Over the years, they'd experimented with different things, some she liked (roleplay, sexting, spanking with things that weren't his hand when she was extra bad), and some she agreed to try but refused to do ever again (nipple clamps, gags). After the doctor said that a lot of the harder play that they did could be harmful for a baby if she were to finally get pregnant, they'd been abstaining from most of the physical things they usually did.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead before pulling back, his hand making soothing circles on her lower back. "I love the way you give your body to me, but I've always craved your loyalty more. When you trust me with your feelings, your mind, that's what means the most to me. Do I enjoy imagining you writhing on the mattress with a toy inside of you for an hour while you wait for me to come home and let you take it out? Of course, but what's sexy about it to me is that you're giving me your trust and control and allowing me to dictate certain things about your life."
He'd said as much before, although never quite as bluntly, and she hummed in agreement.
"That's what makes it hot for me too," she said, and she felt him smile against her hair. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it lately."
"Oh, is that so?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low tone that made shots of arousal hit her lower belly. "Even now?"
His cock twitched against her thigh, and his hand slid from her lower back to squeeze her ass before moving to rub her pussy through her shorts with the heel of his palm and god, she'd missed this...
"Yes," she breathed through half-lidded eyes, rolling her hips against his hand.
He gave her a wicked grin. "Were you fantasizing about how it felt when I spanked you, Caroline? Wishing that you could please your master with your body? Do you crave the way I used to tie you up and leave you spread out and waiting for me for hours until your wetness soaked the sheets beneath you?" he said cajolingly. "The doctor advised against bondage, but I'm sure that you're perfectly capable of keeping your hands where they're supposed to be. If you're not, then I'm positive that I could come up with an adequate incentive for you to do so."
"Klaus..." she whined, shifting in his lap as the too-familiar ache began to build in her center.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging lightly to guide her head back so that he could kiss her, his tongue pushing inside of her mouth. She moaned softly into his mouth, enjoying the feel of his hands on her body, how he held her so possessively in his arms. He pulled back to speak between rough possessive kisses as he pressed her on her back, balancing himself on his elbows looming over her.
"I think you do. You miss being my pretty slut, don't you sweetheart? You miss kneeling at my feet with your wrists bound behind your back as I read while your cheeks burn, waiting like a good girl for me to touch you."
"Yes," she said, slightly breathless already as he dragged the tips of his fingers under the waistband of her cotton shorts, stroking her skin.
"Yes, what?" he asked sharply, the agreed indication that they were going into an impromptu scene, and her opportunity to either address him correctly for play or say 'not now'.
She felt the normal adrenaline fill her that always came when they began, the mental preparation for falling into her role only taking a few moments before she relaxed into his arms completely. "Yes, sir."
"Tomorrow we can try a different way," he said softly, his voice full of heated promise as he reached to run a knuckle down her cheekbone. "We'll put the previous rules in place. I'll text you when I'm on my way home, and I'd like you to wait for me on your knees by the couch with your hands behind your back. If you move them, you won't be allowed to come. Does that sound like an adequate substitute?"
"Yes, sir," she said softly, letting out a soft moan as he raked his fingernails lightly across her ass, rubbing her thighs together to try to soothe the growing ache between them.
"I've enjoyed how eager you are for my cock for the last few months, how you spread your legs for me at every opportunity and beg me to fuck you. I do enjoy indulging you, love, but perhaps you need reminding of who you belong to, of who allows you that pleasure. We both know that I'll want you no matter the circumstances, but perhaps I've been too intent on making sure you know how much. Have I been spoiling you with my attentions, sweetheart?"
"Every touch that isn't a reward is spoiling me, sir," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully, and he chuckled, his fingers running through her hair as his other hand traced the waistband of her shorts.
"You know just what to say to get what you want, don't you, sweetheart?" he said, his tone affectionate, though she chose to interpret the question as a rhetorical one.
His hand had slid under the fabric of her shorts, the tips of them just reaching her folds, and he slowly dragged his fingertip down her slit, making her shiver.
"Lift your hips," he ordered, and she did as he asked, kicking her shorts off once he'd slid them down to her calves, her lower half now bare to him. She spread her legs without prompting, and he let his fingers ghost across the flesh of her hip and down her pelvic bone, teasing her. She parted her legs for him as he approached the apex of the thighs, gasping when he pressed the tip of his finger against her entrance, not quite pushing inside. She rolled her hips to gain friction and he pulled back, ignoring her soft whine of protest.
"Tell me what you are."
"Yours," she said, one of her hands curled into his henley, using the other to brace herself on the mattress as he stroked the inside of her thigh. Her body was alive, every inch of her craving his touch, his hum of satisfaction when she pleased him, his wanting gaze when it raked down her body...
"Please," she breathed, her head tipping back as she moaned, two of his fingers pressing inside of her soaking entrance as his other arm curled around her back to support her body, his cock hard and throbbing against her hip.
"Good girl," he praised, his thumb brushing over her clit, making her gasp as her eyes closed. "For as long as I own you, you will be mine to do with as I please. If it's unsafe for you if I paint your arse red with my hand, I will find an alternate source of punishment when you've disobeyed me. If your normal rewards are ill-advised, we'll come up with new ones. Do you understand?"
She nodded, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she rolled her hips, chasing her release. "That feels so good," she panted, and his lips brushed against her forehead as he pressed his thumb against her clit until her legs trembled, tipping her over the edge.
"That's right, sweetheart. Just like that," he said, fingerfucking her through her high as she moaned for him before pulling his fingers away and holding them to her lips. "Clean them."
She sucked her arousal away, darting her tongue along his fingertips just to see his jaw clench, his cock throbbing against her ass. "Undress, lie back, and spread your legs," he ordered, pushing her gently to encourage her off of him, and she obeyed, throwing her tank top on the floor and moaning as he climbed on top of her, his cock pressing against her entrance.
"Please, Sir," she breathed, her nipples pebbling from the cool air, back arching, and she felt him smile against her cheek as he pushed inside of her, her walls clenching around him as he filled her.
He began to move, her body quivering underneath his as he found her g-spot, beginning to hit it with every slow thrust of his hips, the ache tightening in her lower belly again. She writhed beneath him as he told her how he couldn't wait to see her skin more sensitive to his touch, how he wondered whether she'd be even more desperate for his cock if her sex drive went up, and if it didn't, she could find other ways to please him, he was sure. He called her filthy names as his nails raked down her legs, demanding that she beg him if she wanted to come again.
Maybe she did miss his palm landing on her ass while her hands were tied behind her back, but there was something to be said for her nails digging into the sheets as he watched her flushed face with no small amount of wonder in his eyes.
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Caroline took a deep breath as she sat in the bathroom, staring at the timer as it counted down the seconds.
She'd been told after some more testing that she had a blockage in her fallopian tubes. Her doctor had quickly assured her that no, she did not have an STD, and no, it wasn't a side effect of her and Klaus's sex life.
She'd had a ruptured appendix when she was fourteen. The stomach flu had been going around and her mom told her to sleep it off, thinking she was being overdramatic about being sick. Needless to say, it had not been slept off, and the rupture damaged her fallopian tubes, which meant that she couldn't conceive without medical procedures.
After a month and a lot of nail-biting and handwringing, Caroline had decided to look into in vitro fertilization. They'd gone to the hospital a few weeks before, and she'd been putting off doing the pregnancy test, not wanting to be disappointed.
The timer beeped and she picked up the test, staring at it for a second as her heart dropped. She walked back into their bedroom and flopped down onto the bed, curling to face Klaus, who had been flat on his back, writing emails on his phone.
"No?" he asked, looking at her when she let out a small sniffle.
She shook her head. "No."
"We can try again. Sometimes it takes a few rounds. They told us that."
"It's so expensive, though. Insurance won't pay for it."
"We have money."
"Klaus, we're not going to spend $50,000 on like, five rounds of medical treatments when we can get a surrogate," she said tiredly.
"Those cost money too, love," he reminded her, and she made a sound of agreement.
"Yeah, but it also means that I won't have to go through the process a bajillion more times, and it has a much higher success rate on the first try. And it might be a lot less stressful, since I won't have to get my hopes up every time I take a test."
He reached to stroke her hair as she moved slightly closer to press herself against him, burying her face in his shoulder. "If that's what you want."
She nodded against him, his hand moving to rub soothing circles on her back. "Yeah. I think so."
They laid in silence for a few seconds before Caroline pulled back. "I totally suffered through like, years of zits and cramps from my IUD for nothing," she grumbled, and Klaus snorted.
"Well, to be fair we didn't exactly have any way of knowing."
"True, but it still sucked," she said, snuggling back into him. "I blame you."
"Hmm, is that some disrespectful language I'm detecting?" his voice had taken a different tone, low and deceptively calm, and she felt heat build in her core as his hand trailed down her spine, her body no longer tired, her skin prickling with need.
"That depends, are you going to punish me?" she asked, her voice slightly breathy, and he smirked.
"Do you think you deserve it?"
"Oh, I've been a very bad girl, Mr. Mikaelson," she said, unable to keep herself from laughing at the cheesiness of the sentence, and he rolled his eyes, pulling her against him, his nose buried in her hair.
I hope you liked this chapter. This is a topic that I feel really strongly about, and I know that other people will probably be very upset with the direction I chose to go. However, I feel that infertility and struggles with conceiving are things that aren't talked about often, and I believe that they should be.
Caroline will not get pregnant in this story.
If you'd like to talk about the more or have me explain my reasoning, you're welcome to do so on my tumblr, which is thetourguidebarbie.
Please let me know your thoughts. I live for feedback :)
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- Angie
