Hey guys!

I had got a request back on Mother's Day to do a little BT drabble for that day, but didn't have time so I promised to kind of do a combined Mother's/Father's Day drabble, so more like a Father's day with mentions of Mother's Day tbh LOL. I'm trying to get back into do a little bit of shorter length, normal size drabbles with this story so I can hopefully get more of these done :)

The long awaited/requested reappearance of Claire Mikaelson has been granted :)

Enjoy!

Klaus blinked awake, rolling over to feel for Caroline on her side of the bed. The sheets next to him were slightly cool and he looked over at the empty space with a frown. The clock next to his head read 6:30, and that further puzzled him. Sunday always called for lazy mornings in bed before Claire's shrill crying alarm at 7:00, followed by Erik bounding into their room to demand someone to feed him. He went to get up, a small smile creeping on his face when he heard Claire's giggling from down the hallway followed by Erik's chattering and then it hit him.

It was Father's Day, and Klaus was under strict orders from Caroline not to leave the bed until after Erik and Claire came in for his "surprise" breakfast in bed. He fell back against his pillows, turning over onto Caroline's side and inhaled deeply, the scent of his wife instantly lulling him back into a relaxed state.

There was a shuffling noise outside door of his bedroom, and it suddenly thrust open. Klaus immediately scrunched his eyes shut, burying his face into the pillow to feign sleep.

"Do you think he's still asleep?" Klaus heard Erik ask not-so quietly.

He heard a musical laugh, Caroline, as she seemed to shut the door quietly behind them.

"I don't know," she murmured. "Why don't you and Claire check?"

As if on cue, the seven month old little girl let out a high-pitched squeal at her name. Klaus snorted into the pillow, but kept his eyes shut.

"Claire!" Erik chastised. "I was going to surprise him."

Klaus couldn't help but laugh again, giving on up on the ruse as he turned over in the bed. Erik was standing next to his bedside, his little sister snuggled carefully on his hip as he clutched her protectively. They both had messy bed head, Erik's curls awry and Claire's own blonde hair was standing straight up. Erik was clad in his Batman pajamas, and the baby was wearing her a little onesie with teddy bears, her blue eyes blinking at him sleepily. Caroline was standing behind them, a tray of food in her hands and a big smile on her face.

"What do you say?" she asked, nodding towards Erik.

"Happy Father's Day Daddy!" Erik proclaimed, tickling Claire's side to make her squeal again.

Klaus chuckled, sitting up against the headboard of the bed. "Thank you."

He reached out for Claire, the little girl immediately wiggling in her brother's arms for her father. Erik plopped her down on the bed and climbed up, gesturing for Caroline to sit next to him. Klaus pulled Claire to him, pressing a kiss to the baby's chubby cheek. She babbled to herself, sticking two fingers in her mouth as she snuggled in his arms.

"Happy Father's day," Caroline murmured, leaning over to kiss Klaus.

He hummed into the kiss, keeping it chaste for the young eyes on his bed. Erik made a face anyways, poking his little sister's thigh as she wriggled.

"Ew," he muttered.

Caroline snorted, dropping next to her son with a sigh as she sat down a tray of food in front of Klaus. She and Erik had prepared a full English breakfast for Klaus, complete with baked beans and tomatoes. Claire babbled, continuing to suck on her fingers as her other free hand went to pat the eggs in the middle of the plate. Her father intercepted her, situating her to where she was sitting next to him and propped her up on the bed pillows.

She pouted, her blue eyes looking up at him forlornly. Klaus frowned, his heart clenching at her expression. He reached over to the bedside table, snatching up one of her teething rings for her to play with. Klaus could never handle her looking sad. Claire definitely had him wrapped around her fingers.

"Does it look good, Daddy?" Erik asked, distracting him from Claire.

"It does," Klaus smiled.

Erik gave him a grin, Klaus feeling a pang of sadness when he noted the empty space where one of his bottom teeth had been. The little boy lost his first tooth a week earlier, something Erik was jubilant over. However, it just reminded his father how fast he was growing up.

"I made it myself," Erik boasted.

Caroline cleared her throat, giving him a look.

"Well, I mean, Mummy helped," he corrected, throwing his mother an innocent smile.

Klaus chuckled, bringing Claire closer to prop up on his knee as the baby tried to make a break for it to the edge of the bed after flinging her teething ring over it.

"Well, I'm sure it's amazing," he noted, poking around his plate with a fork. "You even made beans!"

Caroline made a face. In her opinion, beans weren't breakfast food. But her English husband and son loved eating them. Jury was still out on her little girl, though.

"I made the tea," Erik boasted. "Mummy was going to make it with those k-cups!"

Klaus gave Caroline a horrified look. "Love, seriously? That's improper."

She glared at him playfully, before turning it onto her son. "Traitor."

Erik shrugged, reaching his fist out for Klaus to bump it. "Us boys gotta stick together."

Claire shrieked defiantly, making Caroline chuckle. "Well, if you boys are going to band against us girls, then give me my girl."

She held her hands out for Claire but the baby just snuggled closer into her father's side, rubbing her face on his bare chest. Klaus smirked in victory, pressing a kiss to his daughter's forehead before wagging his eyebrows over the children's heads.

"Traitor!" Caroline repeated playfully, poking one of Claire's dimples.

"It's Father's Day, love," Klaus grinned. "I win all day."

"I remember you hogging Claire all last month during Mother's Day, and only gave her to me when I asked."

Klaus gave her an innocent look. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Caroline glared at him teasingly before shaking her head. There were no arguments when it came to Claire and Klaus. She was wholeheartedly a daddy's girl, and she had Klaus wrapped about her little pinky. He always said it made up for the fact that Erik took more to her than him, despite the fact he was a mini Klaus through and through.

Which, according to Klaus, makes sense as to why he loved Caroline so much.

"Do you remember your first Mother's Day?" Klaus asked, shifting Claire over so that he could eat.

"How could I forget?" Caroline remarked, a tiny smile creeping on her face.

"I don't," Erik frowned, trying to inject himself into the conversation.

"You don't?" Klaus asked, looking over at him curiously. "It was your idea."

"It was?"

Caroline grinned, pulling the six year old into her arms. "You were only two at the time, so I'm not that surprised."

"It was before we were married," Klaus said thoughtfully. "Maybe not long after I proposed?"

She nodded, making a funny face at Claire who laid her head on her father's shoulder, shoving two fingers into her mouth.

"You'd only been calling me 'Mama' for a few months," Caroline told Erik.

He looked up at her with a smile, dimples deepening at that. "Really?"

"Yeah," she murmured, brushing the curls off his forehead. "That was the best present you could have given me."

"Apparently your class at daycare had a whole unit on "Mudder's Day" as you called it," Klaus chimed in.

"And I got a beautiful set of painted handprints," Caroline grinned.

"Those are still up on the fridge!" Erik remembered, looking up at her excitedly.

"It was your idea to give it to her instead of me for Father's Day," Klaus quirked a brow up at his son.

Erik just shrugged. "It was Mummy's first one. I had to impress her."

Caroline threw her head back and laughed. "That you did, buddy."

Erik snuggled deeper in her arms, sighing contentedly. "I was a smart ass."

Caroline's eyes widened considerably as her jaw fell open. If Klaus wasn't so confused by the word that just came out of the little boy's mouth, he would have burst out laughing at the comical expression on her face.

He coughed, fixing Erik with a firm look. "Who taught you that word?"

Erik shrugged. "Uncle Kol. He called me that when I agreed with Aunt Bonnie that he didn't have the foxitude of George Clooney. What does foxitude mean? I just agreed with Aunt Bonnie 'cuz she was making cookies and I wanted them."

Klaus groaned, shaking his head. Caroline pressed her lips together to keep from laughing at her brother-in law's antics. Not surprisingly, teaching her son that wasn't the worse thing in the world. Kol had already volunteered to teach Erik the birds and bees at the ripe age of four, and it went terribly.

After many liver tearing threats from Klaus, Kol gave up.

"Don't listen to anything your uncle says. Also do not use that word again. It's very naughty and your Uncle Kol should know better," Klaus told him. "However, he was dropped many times on his head by your other uncles when he was Claire's age, so I'm not terribly surprised his filter is nonexistent."

Claire huffed, as if she knew exactly what they were thinking. Klaus laughed, rolling this little girl on her back to where she was kicking her onesie clad legs into the air. Erik looked horrified at his father, his blue eyes wide and jaw slack.

"On purpose?!" he asked, looking at Caroline incredulously.

She snorted, kissing the top of his head.

"Of course not," Klaus assured him, winking at his wife.

"Was I dropped on my head?" Erik asked curiously.

Klaus shook his head. "Not on my watch, son."

Caroline ruffled his hair playfully. "Not on mine either."

The six year old looked appeased, taking the piece of bacon that Klaus offered him. The family sat in silence for a few minutes, Claire babbling to herself as she played with her toes, Klaus eating his breakfast, and Caroline and Erik snuggling comfortably on the edge of the bed.

"Mummy?"

"Hmm?" Caroline answered him.

"I'm glad you're my mom," Erik said sleepily.

"I'm glad you're my little boy," she said pulling him closer in her arms.

Erik beamed up at Caroline, tugging at the hem of her t-shirt before burying his head in her stomach.

Caroline grinned back at him, feeling her heart squeeze. Klaus smiled to himself and turned to Claire to tickle her belly. The baby squealed, wiggling as she rolled over to look at him. Her blue eyes were identical to Caroline and other than the dimples that she inherited from him, the little girl had the same smile as her mother. Klaus pushed aside his food, unable to resist picking her up. Claire immediately grabbed onto her father's sleep shirt, twisting it in her chubby fist as she shoved the other hand back in her mouth.

"I didn't come from your belly like sissy," Erik began, his voice muffled by the fabric of her shirt.

Caroline froze, looking over at Klaus. It was never a secret with Erik that she wasn't his biological mother, especially since he didn't start addressing her as that until he was over two years old. But, they didn't really talk about it much. Sometimes he would ask questions about what happened to Klaus, and he tried to answer them to the best of his ability, but it was hard for Erik to fully understand at his young age.

"But you're still the most 'specialist Mummy there is," he finished, his eyes shutting sleepily.

Caroline's eyes filled with tears as she ran her hands through his curls. "You're the most special boy to me too, buddy."

Erik's eyes opened. "Really? Even more special than Daddy?"

"Hey!" Klaus interjected, plopping Claire back on the bed. "I am a man, not a boy, son."

Caroline giggled, pulling Claire into her arms. The baby climbed onto Erik, pulling lightly at the curls on his head. He made a face and pushed her gently off, curling more into his mom.

"Go get your own mom," he whined.

Caroline burst out laughing, dropping a kiss to the baby's cheek. "There is plenty of Mummy to go around."

Klaus rolled his eyes. "It's Father's Day. Why aren't you fighting over me?"

Erik scrunched his eyes shut, rolling back into Caroline's lap. "Because Mummy smells like cinnamon."

"And?"

"And you smell like Claire had a dirty diaper on you."

Caroline snorted, scooping up the baby as she gracefully tried to roll Erik off her lap. "That's because she did."

The little girl giggled, shooting her brother and father a gummy smile. Caroline carried Claire out the door, both making silly faces at each other. Erik wrinkled his nose and moved over to Klaus, cuddling into his side. His father raised his eyebrow at him, pulling away his plate as the six year old tried to snag another piece of bacon off it.

"Daddy, I'm hungry," he whined.

"Maybe you should go ask your cinnamon-like smelling mother," Klaus teased, purposely taking a big bite of his food.

Erik rolled his eyes, an expression identical to one of Caroline's. "Daddy, you're still my number one bro."

Klaus' forehead creased. "Bro?"

Erik nodded vigorously, snatching the piece of bacon he'd been eyeing out of his father's hand. "Yeah, Uncle Kol said it's another word for 'wingman'."

"I know what it means," Klaus shook his head. "I didn't know you did."

"Keep with the times, man," Erik responded, his blue eyes blinking up innocently at his father. "Uncle Kol told me to tell you that too. What time does he mean? Lunch time?"

Klaus sighed, wrapping an arm around his boy. "Son, don't ever listen to your Uncle Kol."

"He said you'd tell me that too," Erik grinned, showing off his dimples. "Bump it?"

Klaus just laughed, brushing his knuckles against his before handing his fork off to him, ruffling his hair once more.

They really needed to find another babysitter.

Thanks for reading! Please, please review and let me know what you guys think!

I hope everybody has a great day, and I know Father's Day can be a tough day for those who have lost someone close to them, or perhaps doesn't have that figure in their life anymore. I hope this little bit of fluff helps :)

Until Next Time

Kaitlyn