Klaus grumbled under his breath. He had said he would be back in ten minutes and it had already been fifteen. His lips twisted into a grimace as he stared at the packed shelves in the baby aisle.

"Hi," an annoyingly chipper voice sounded behind him, "can I help you find anything today, sir?"

Klaus turned around and eyed the young woman. She was little more than a girl really and couldn't have been older than 17 years old.

"You might be able to help me," he nodded back to the shelves. "I suddenly find myself in possession of a baby. It was quite unexpected and I have no idea what I need."

The girl, Margo, looked him up and down. She quickly pegged him as the careless bad boy type and wondered that he only now found himself with a baby. The combination of his piercing eyes, playful smirk, and panty-dropping accent must have had women falling at his feet.

"Newborns need quite a bit," Margo began before Klaus cut her off.

"She's not a newborn." Klaus didn't know much about babies, but he did know that child had to be a few months old at least. No newborn could support her head that well.

"I'm sorry," she smiled tightly, "how old is your daughter?"

"She's not mine," Klaus lifted his hand and laughed. "I should clarify. My brother found himself in possession of a child and he lives with me. She doesn't seem to trust anyone else in the house so I have been sent on the baby run."

"Okay," Margo smiled. Is his brother as cute as him? "How old is the baby?"

"I'm not sure, actually. She can support her head and weighs about 17-18 lbs."

"Why don't we approach this in a different way?" Margo turned around and pulled several onesie's from the wrack. "Which one of these would she fit in?"

Klaus considered the fabric before selecting one that would fit the child.

"6-9 months?" Margo nodded. She bent down and pulled a package of diapers from the bottom shelf. "Diapers tend to go by weight, so these ones should work. You said suddenly so I'm assuming you need everything?"

"You would assume correctly love," Klaus smirked.

"You might need a cart then."

"Well then, why don't you start getting down what I'll be needing and I'll run and fetch a cart?"

Margo was just turning her head to nod. She looked quickly from side to side when she was unable to find him. She had just located the correct formula when he returned with an empty cart. She helped him fill it with everything he would need: diapers, formula, pacifiers, wipes, pajamas, blankets, wash clothes, and bottles.

On impulse Klaus grabbed a stuffed elephant; he figured he owed the child after scaring her earlier.

He stepped out into the parking lot and sighed. "I really didn't think this through."

"Not surprising," a familiar voice snickered, "you rarely think anything through."

"Caroline," he smirked. His eyes slowly roamed her pale face before settling on her eyes. "I think you'll find I often think things through, love." If I didn't we'd be in a very compromising position right now.

"Don't you have minions to do your shopping?" She quirked an eyebrow at the many bags in the shopping cart. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of the box. "Why do you have diapers?"

"I'd love to know the answer to that," he dropped his head and chuckled. "The short version is that there is a child in our care. Is your car here by any chance?"

"Is the big bad hybrid asking for my help?" Caroline crossed her arms. It was clear at this point that he'd run to the store thinking he would be leaving with fewer items, but she wanted to hear him ask her nicely.

"Caroline will you please help me by giving me a drive home?"

Caroline pretended to consider before nodding. Her curiosity winning out over her desire to deny Klaus anything and everything he would ever ask of her. "Alright."

Fifteen minutes later Caroline pulled her car into the Mikaelson's driveway. She hopped out and started pulling bags from the car.

"You don't need to help, love," Klaus took the bags from her.

"Don't mistake this for kindness," Caroline snickered, "I want to see this baby. How did you come to be in possession of a baby?"

"I don't know," Klaus pushed open the door, "Elijah found her in his bed this morning."