A/N: Another Klonnie featuring one of their little ones. Enjoy :)

"Why does your son have to be in everything?"

Bonnie fleeting glanced from her writing to her five year old son searching through her gardenias, then back to her writing. "I thought we agreed that he's your son when he's on one of his venturesome expeditions."

"I have no recollection of this."

Bonnie patted her husband's head. "Sure you don't, hun. But he's still yours when he's like this."

Klaus continued to watch over Henrik as he now travels deeper into his wife's hydrangeas bushes. "What is he looking for exactly?"

"Loxosceles reclusa." Bonnie answered without missing a beat.

"Pardon?"

"Loxosceles reclusa." Bonnie said once again. "Also known as the brown recluse…at least that's what he told me." Klaus arched his eyebrow for her to continue. "It's a spider." Klaus kept staring. Bonnie sighed deeply pinching the bridge of her nose. "You said you'd leave me alone if I let you be out here with me." Klaus only shrugged unconcerned. Really?

The Bennett-Mikaelson witch couldn't catch a break for these past months. The mother of three have been multitasking her motherly duties and witch duties, which have become a bit straining. It was a miracle that she had today without interruptions from another big bad or some coven problem.

Today Bonnie decided today would be all about relaxation. She came out to her garden with chai green tea, and her family's grimoire to finish tweaking the last bit of her new spell she been working on with Lucas. Maybe after, read one her Grams treasured classic books. See? Perfect. A nice quiet afternoon with nature, her grimoire, tea, and her garden. Doesn't she deserve such treatment?

Nope.

Bonnie closed her grimoire that was sitting on her hybrid's chest then stared crossly down at the handsome nuisance in her lap. "It's a spider he's been searching all over New Orleans for the past six months. Ever since he found that Brazilian wandering spider draining the life of that poor butterfly under the porch of our house in Mumbai, he's been obsessed with spiders."

"That was a year ago."

"Oh, I know." Bonnie snickered. "He's on a mission to find every species of spiders he can find and study them. After he found some Orb weaver spider, the brown recluse was next. He dragged Freya around the Garden District searching for the nasty thing."

Klaus' eyes glimmered with mirth. "Is the great Bonnie Bennett scared of a itty bitty spider?"

"I'm not scared of them. I just don't want to deal with them." The witch gave a slight shiver. "And their creepy eyes and hairy nasty legs." Bonnie waved her hand. "No thank you."

"Says the Mother of Nature."

"You hush." She placed a quick kiss on her husband's red sinful lips. By this goddess she loved those lips. "You know I never called myself that."

"No, but your followers do." Bonnie slapped him hard on his chest telling him to stop. "As the protector of balance and nature, it's in your best interest to know -"

"I don't need to know about na'thing. Especially about some spider I know I'm not going to get close to. Besides, I know more about that thing than I ever wanted to know."

"Care to share?"

"Well, for one thing they're poisonous. And their bites are just…" Bonnie shook her head trying to get the images that Henrik showed her out her head.

"Terrifying?"

"Disgusting!" Klaus chuckled deeply. "I'm serious, Nik! Henrik showed me and Lucas pictures of their spider bites." Bonnie cupped both of her hands to create a gaping circle in the middle. "This big, Nik. A freaking crater on their arm or foot. Ew it was this one on this man's leg -" Bonnie almost threw up in her mouth thinking about the flesh eating bite.

Klaus held his shaking stomach as he continues to laugh at his wife. "You are so dramatic. No wonder our children are the way they are."

"First off, don't kid yourself. You are the King of Dramatics and Theatrics. Our daughter is living proof. Secondly, it's true. You're laughing and I'm being serious Nik. I never seen anything like it. It was large and all pus like. One of them was black and pinky flesh in the middle. It was a deep flesh wound with crusty black sores. A deep hole of misery and nastiness."

"And yet you let our five year old son look for this vicious creature?"

Bonnie sucked her teeth. "Please. I don't have to worry about that boy. If anything that spider should be worried from what Henrik got planned for him. He doesn't kill them, of course. I wouldn't let him, but he pokes and prods and pick at it until he's satisfies with the amount of information he got. If that spider had any true Spidey Senses, he would run his furry eight legged ass away from him. That boy will turn that poor thing inside out just to study it."

The Original snorted. "Feeling sympathetic?"

Bonnie shrugged her shoulders. "Mother of Nature, right?"

"Correct." Klaus ran his thick fingers through Bonnie's short brown locks then fitted his hand behind the nape of her neck. He was at first a bit peeved that Bonnie cut her hair, but looking up at her now as the sun's glow caress her wife's face, it was hard not to love. Especially when she smiled. Her smile, her cheeks, her crooked chin, her eyes. Those eyes...he by all the gods he loved her eyes. "Could the all powerful Mother of Nature give her sinner of a husband a kiss?" He didn't wait for a answer. He tightened his grip behind Bonnie's neck and brought her down to kiss his needy lips. Bonnie was all too happy to comply.

Bonnie was about to go in for seconds, until -

"Mommy, I found one!" The young professor yelled from behind his mother's flower bushes. "I found it hiding under your your Arabian Jasmines."

"That's great sweetie." It really wasn't. "But I'm letting you know now, if that spider gets you, it's keeping you. I'm not coming after you." Bonnie yelped when she felt a sharp pinch on her naked leg. "I was only joking, Nik." Bonnie pinched him back. "That hurt." She rubbed the deep crescent mark on her thigh.

"Serves you right for teasing my son."

"Oh he's your son now?"

Klaus ignored his wife and looked over to where Henrik was hiding. "Come, my son." He lift himself up from the comfort of wife's soft plushy warm lap (but not before he kissed and nipped her bare thigh) to go after his little adventurer. "Papa will save you."

Henrik came from the bushes with his hands cupped carefully over the spider. "You won't let it bite me?" His big round eyes were blown wide and lips poked out adorably.

"I won't let anything harm you." Klaus said seriously. He picked up his little one and balanced him over his hip then kissed his small button nose and cheek. "If that hideous monster know what's good for him, he'll keep his vile fangs to himself."

"Because you have bigger fangs, papa?"

Klaus let his fangs lengthen down. He was tickled seeing his son's eyes widen and glimmer with excitement at the sight. "Absolutely. If it bites you, I'll bite him back." Klaus then shifted Henrik to his other side comfortably. "Now come. Your coward of a mother made your favorite, Grams' snappin' gumbo."

Bonnie smacked his arm before tucking herself under Klaus' side with her grimoire in hand. "So, Henrik," She mimicked Klaus kissing her son's nose and cheek then tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. She really needs to cut his hair. "Tell me what you've learned so far, honey."

The young hybrid shot excitedly into the topic of the brown spider. The parents listened and asked questions on que as they walked on the stone path leading back to their Tudor home where the rest of their family was waiting for them.