Hi everyone! It's 2014! I hope you all had wonderful holidays! Thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, and added this story to their favorites. I felt a little stumped with this chapter, so I hope it's alright. Let me know what you thought of it in the reviews :)

Thank you again, and happy reading…

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Caroline would be lying if she said everything was going to go back to the way it was before she found out about the pregnancy. Although she understood Klaus' reasoning, she still didn't completely agree with the fact that he didn't tell her. Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't silence the little voice that kept asking what else he could be hiding from her. So, she knew that it was going to take a little time to build her trust in him again.

Klaus could tell a difference in their relationship. He could feel that Caroline was a little more distant than she was before the dream, but he wouldn't complain, at least not to her. He was just glad that she was home, and that she was willing to make the relationship work. He knew she was trying, and that's all he would ask of her. Much to Rebekah's annoyance, she was the one that had to listen to her brother complain.

A couple of weeks had passed since the confrontation, and Caroline hadn't remembered anything new. She had the same dream over and over again about the pregnancy, but nothing new was added to that dream either. She was growing frustrated. Instead of her usual bubbly, happy self, she was upset and troubled. She constantly tried to think of something to do that would bring a memory back, but nothing ever came. She would get angry at Klaus when he didn't have any suggestions, which didn't help their relationship. Overall, she was very flustered, and she couldn't get control of her emotions.

"Good morning, love," Klaus smiled at Caroline when she entered the kitchen to grab her cup of coffee.

"Good morning," she replied as she poured the hot liquid into her mug.

Klaus leaned against the counter and crossed one leg over the other. "Did you sleep alright?" He could see the dark shadows under her eyes that had been there since she came back. He had to resist trying to brush them away with this thumb.

Caroline shrugged, as she did every morning. "I slept fine."

Klaus nodded, not wanting to push her on the subject. He had to keep reminding himself that her irritation was more directed towards her lack of memory gain than him. "Did you want to do anything today?"

She sighed. "When can I get a new car? I mean, I don't mind being driven around, but I know that has to be annoying for you."

"It's not a problem, but we can get you a new car as soon as you're ready to get one."

Caroline smiled. "Good. I'm sure you're ready to get back to work anyway, so we should probably go buy one soon."

"I'm doing just fine working here." Klaus immediately put up a wall whenever his work was mentioned.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Nik, have you even done one painting since I've been home?"

"No, but…" He started, but was cut off.

"See! You can't get anything done when you're having to be my chauffeur." She placed her hand on her hip and raised her eyebrows, as if challenging him to argue with her any further.

He just shook his head. That would be nice if that were the only reason, he thought to himself. "So, did you want to go pick out a vehicle today then?"

"Maybe later," she turned on her heels and disappeared from the kitchen.

Klaus pushed himself off the counter to follow her, wondering what in the world she could be up to. "You're going to have to give me a hint here, sweetheart. I can't read your mind."

A smile broke out across Caroline's face. "I want to go to your studio."

Klaus froze, not expecting those words to come out of her mouth. He didn't know what to say. He had tried to go back to the studio one time since the accident, and it didn't turn out well.

Caroline could see that he was about to refuse, so she stepped closer to him. "Come on, Nik. I just want to see it."

He shook his head. "No, Caroline, not today. There has to be something else you want to do."

She turned on the full force of her doe eyes as she looked up at him through her long lashes. "Please, Nik. You know I'll end up going with or without you, but I'd rather you go with me."

He groaned. "Caroline Mikaelson, why do you do these things to me?"

She smiled wide before she placed a quick kiss on his perfect lips. She knew she had won. "I don't know what you're talking about," she replied innocently. "I'll be ready in twenty minutes." She ran from the living to the bedroom so she could hurry and get dressed.

When they pulled up to the building, Klaus stopped Caroline from getting out by grabbing her arm.

"Wait out here for just a minute, and I'll come out and get you," he told her.

Caroline's brow furrowed. "Why?"

"I just need to clean up a little first, and then you can come in."

She could tell he was hiding something, but tried to play it off. "Nik, don't be crazy. Let's just go in." She didn't wait for him to respond. She climbed out of the vehicle and headed off in the direction of the studio.

Klaus took a deep breath to calm himself before following her. Sometimes she could be so frustrating. He caught up to her before she had made her way in. She couldn't figure out which door actually lead to his studio in particular. Klaus opened the correct door, and took a step to the side, motioning for her to enter. He dreaded seeing the place again.

Caroline stepped inside and looked around. It wasn't at all how she pictured it in her mind. The walls were pretty plain as well as the floors. There were a few tables scattered around the place, and paintings everywhere. What struck her as strange was how big of a mess it all was. Klaus was always so clean and particular about his space, but the studio looked like a disaster. Paints were spilled all across the floor like they had been knocked over, canvases looked as if they had been thrown, and some even appeared to be ripped. Caroline turned to see Klaus standing behind her, his eyes fixed on the ground.

"What happened in here?" She asked.

Klaus shrugged. "I tried to come in and clean it up before you had to see it like this, but you were too stubborn to let me."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "You don't have to be rude. I just asked what happened."

Klaus sighed, and looked up to meet her gaze. "I tried to come back here after the accident, and it just ended up being too much." He explained.

Caroline walked over to one of the paintings that had been laying on the floor and picked it up. It had a tear right across the middle, completely ruining the masterpiece. She looked at the picture, trying to figure out exactly what it was supposed to be, but she couldn't quite figure it out. She held it up so Klaus could see it. "I'm guessing this one had a special meaning?"

Klaus looked at the painting in silence before his blue eyes met hers. He nodded. "That was one of the parks we went to when I took you to Paris for our one year wedding anniversary."

Flashback~ Paris

Caroline laughed as Klaus came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her shoulder before whispering in her ear. "Good morning, sweetheart."

Caroline turned in his arms, never breaking his hold, until she was facing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him closer. Her mouth covered his, her lips moving against his with passion and excitement before she pulled away.

"I wasn't expecting that welcome, but if that's how you're going to react, I may sneak off while you're sleeping more often." Klaus smirked.

Caroline rolled her eyes, but she couldn't keep the smile off of her face. She was in Paris, after all. "Where did you go?"

"It's a surprise," he stole another kiss before she could ask him anymore questions. "Why don't you get ready so we can get our day started?"

She nodded before doing as he suggested. She put on a simple sun dress with sandals and let her blonde curls flow freely. Once she was satisfied with her makeup, she made her way into the living area to see that Klaus was sitting on the sofa watching television. He looked up when he heard her enter the room, and smiled.

"You look lovely, sweetheart." He stood up and held out his hand. "Shall we?"

Caroline took his hand and nodded, excited to see what the day held.

As they walked down the streets of Paris, Klaus pointed out buildings and structures, telling Caroline a little bit of history about each. When he heard Caroline's stomach growl he laughed. "You are the only girl I know that could sleep until almost lunch time while in Paris."

"Well, you could have woken me up if you hadn't have snuck out this morning," she shot back.

"You would have been angry with me for the rest of the day if I had." He pulled Caroline to a stop in front of a little bistro. "I need to go in here for just a minute. Wait for me."

"Nik," Caroline whined. "Why can't we just eat here?"

"Trust me, sweetheart. You'll like what I have planned much more." He disappeared inside the bistro before Caroline could say another word.

He was only gone for a few minutes. Caroline could see him making his way back outside with a large basket in his hand. "Is that a picnic basket?" Caroline asked when he was back at her side.

Klaus tangled his fingers with hers again before continuing the path they were walking before. "Yes it is." When he saw Caroline smile, he couldn't resist leaning over and placing a kiss on the top of her head.

Klaus lead her to a park that had the greenest landscape she had ever seen. There were different types of trees scattered across the land, and benches lined down the side of a perfectly calm lake. She gasped as she took in the scene that looked more like a picture straight out of a magazine. "It's beautiful," she whispered.

Klaus stopped when they reached an area flat enough to lay out the blanket for their picnic. "I'm glad you like it."

Caroline learned that Klaus had already had the basket made, which was where he had ran off to that morning. This whole lunch had been planned out. After they finished eating their French cuisine, Caroline positioned herself so that she was resting against Klaus' chest, his legs on either side of her. Klaus wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her as close as he could. They sat there quietly, both enjoying the other's presence and the beautiful lake that sat in front of them. A couple passed by behind them with two little kids, a boy and a girl, and Caroline smiled even though she failed to understand what they were talking about, as it was in French.

"One day, that will be us," she told Klaus when they were gone.

He squeezed her against him. "I'm sure our kids will be much cuter."

Caroline playfully slapped his arm, but laughed. "Nik!"

"You know you agree," he whispered into her ear, which caused a shiver to run down her spine.

"Maybe we should find out what they look like sooner, rather than later," she told him quietly. When she didn't get a response, she turned so she could see his face. He looked a bit surprised. "I'm ready, Nik. I'm ready to start a family with you." When he still looked at a loss for words, Caroline frowned. "Is that not what you want?"

Klaus immediately regretted his silence when he saw the hurt on her face. He gently cupped her face in his hands. "Of course, that's what I want. If you're ready to have children, then so am I." Although, he didn't know if he truly was or not. He knew he wanted children, but he always wondered how good of a father he could be since he had such a terrible role model growing up. All the nerves seemed to fly out the window though when Caroline knocked him over as she threw herself into his arms and began covering his face and neck with kisses.

Present Day

"So that's the day we decided we were ready for children…" Caroline said, thinking out loud. It made sense why that was one of the paintings he tore up.

Klaus nodded. "I guess the painting was just too much to handle on that day. I lost control." He still felt uneasy being in the studio. If he had had it his way, he would have sold it the day after he found out about the accident, but Rebekah wouldn't let him. She told him he needed to calm down and think about what he was doing, so he just pretended like it didn't exist and focused on Caroline.

"You need to start painting again, Nik." Caroline had noticed how he had been avoiding it, but she never felt like it was the right time to bring it up until now. "I don't know how many times I'm going to have to tell you before you believe it, but it wasn't your fault that I was in that accident. And it wasn't your fault that I lost our baby."

"Caroline, just stop!" Klaus growled. "It is my fault. If I had been at home, you wouldn't have been driving to the studio. If I had been at home, you wouldn't have lost our baby or your memory. It is my fault."

Caroline shook her head, unfazed by his tone. "This is your job, Niklaus. If you want to play the blame game, I could say that it's my fault for ever getting in the car. I could have stayed home, but I didn't. It wasn't my fault, and it wasn't yours. You have got to move past this. You love to paint. You can't let my accident take that away from you."

"I don't want to talk about this right now. Let's go home." He started walking to the door, but Caroline didn't follow.

"I'm not leaving until you pick up a brush and paint something. Anything." She crossed her arms, her position firm.

Klaus could feel his irritation getting the best of him. He was already frustrated about her distancing herself from him for weeks, then she had been snappy with him, and now she was trying to force him to do something he wasn't ready for. It was too much. "I'm not in the mood for this right now, Caroline. Let's go."

Caroline saw the annoyance on his face, but instead of taking it as a hint, she pushed further. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Suit yourself." Klaus tossed the keys to the vehicle in her direction before storming out of the studio.

Caroline stood with her mouth open, shocked that he had actually left her there. He had not been that angry with her since she had woken up from her coma, and she could tell he was holding back a lot of his anger.

Klaus was trying to calm himself down as he walked the familiar path back to the Mikaelson mansion. He was glad that it wasn't too far from his studio, and he was hoping that Caroline didn't decide to try to follow him. By the time he made it to the mansion, he wasn't completely back to normal, but he had cooled down considerably. He entered the house like he still lived there, glad that someone was home so the door was unlocked.

"Matt, is that you?" Rebekah called as she entered the entry way. "Oh, Niklaus. What are you doing here?"

"I don't want to talk about it," he told her, making his way into the living room to sit down.

Rebekah threw her arms in the air before letting them fall. "You come to my house, obviously upset about something, but yet you don't want to talk about it? Why even come here then?"

"I just needed a place to go, Rebekah. I will be out of your hair in no time."

"That's what you always say, Niklaus. One of these days, I'm going to throw you out." She knew she never would, but she had to give her brother a hard time.

"If I wanted someone to nag me, I would have stayed with Caroline." Klaus hissed.

Rebekah's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, so you're upset with Caroline? What did she do, brother?"

Klaus sighed. "She's trying to force me back into my studio, and I'm just not ready yet."

"She hasn't realized that no one forces you to do anything yet?" Rebekah smirked, earning her a glare from her brother. "Look, Nik, I'm sure she's just trying to help. She probably feels like it's her responsibility to get you back into painting since you stopped after her accident."

"I know that she's not doing it to make me angry. She's just so stubborn."

Rebekah laughed. "I thought that was one of the reasons you love her."

Klaus nodded. "It is. Things have just been tense since she remembered her pregnancy. It has us both on edge, and when she asked me to take her to my studio, it just ended up pushing me over the edge. That place holds way too many bad memories for me."

"I know, but I only know because you talk to me about things. Maybe you should just explain to her that you aren't ready yet, and that when you are, you will start painting again." Rebekah could tell that her brother was upset.

"I don't know if she'll be satisfied with that." Klaus replied, honestly.

"There's only one way to find out." She smiled. "Go home, Nik," she urged softly.

Klaus knew his sister was right, so he got up to leave, but before he walked out the door, he stopped. Rebekah sighed. "What now?"

"Could I borrow your car? I left mine with Caroline."

Rebekah threw him her car keys. "Be careful! If you put one dent on it, you're buying me a new car."

Klaus rolled his eyes at his dramatic sister before leaving. He didn't know if her suggestion would work, but like she said, there was only one way to find out. When he pulled up to his house, he took a deep breath before making his way inside. He knew she was home because his car was in the driveway. He could hear the television on when he entered, so he walked straight to the living room. Caroline was curled up on the couch with a blanket watching some reality show that he hated. When she heard his footsteps, she turned to look up at him, trying to read his expression. He smiled, letting her know he wasn't angry anymore. She grabbed the remote and turned off the television as he made his way to join her on the couch.

"Where did you go?" She asked.

"I went to Rebekah's. I just needed some time to cool off." He began to defend himself.

Caroline held up a hand to stop him. "You don't have to explain why you left. I'm sorry I pushed you so far. I could tell you were getting angry, and I kept on. You had every right to walk away."

"I just need time, Caroline. When I walk into that studio, every bad memory from that night comes rushing back. When I'm ready to paint again, I will, but for now, I just need to figure out how to get past everything that's happened on my own." Klaus hoped she understood like Rebekah.

Caroline nodded. "I get it. I won't push anymore. Just promise me that you will try to paint again someday."

"I promise," he squeezed her hand.

They ordered in dinner that night as they sat on the couch and watched television. Klaus told Caroline stories about their trips, and showed her some of the pictures they had taken. Caroline had hoped that the pictures would help her remember, but they didn't. She felt like she was at a standstill. A few of her memories had been coming back so quickly, and then nothing. However, it seemed that all of that reminiscing had her mind working a lot more than she had realized.

That night she went to bed rather late. They had started a movie, and she didn't want to fall asleep without seeing how it ended. By the time her head hit the pillow, she was out. She was in the middle of a deep sleep when her dream hit her.

She was picking up the food that she had ordered to take to Klaus. She thanked the cashier and walked out to her car. She looked around, thinking about how it seemed to be getting even foggier outside. It didn't help that you couldn't see your hand if you held it in front of your face either because it was so dark. She brushed it aside, climbing in her vehicle. She was too excited to wait until Klaus came home the next day.

As she pulled up to the stoplight, it turned green, so she pressed down on the gas pedal. As she got about halfway to the intersection, she noticed lights that were way too bright coming into her window. She looked to her left just in time to see a car headed straight for her, but it was too late for her to do anything to prevent the crash. The only thing she could do was put her hand on her stomach, and hope that the car wasn't going fast enough to cause too much damage.

It was as if everything was in slow motion. Crack! was the loudest noise she heard, which she figured could only have been her head hitting the window before everything went completely black.

Caroline sat up straight as her breathing came out in gasps. She couldn't get it under control. As she was trying to calm her nerves, Klaus came busting in the room.

"Caroline, what happened?" He ran over to her, and began brushing the curls out of her face with his hands. He could feel her shaking underneath his touch.

"The…accident…." She got out between gasps.

Klaus sat down beside her on the bed. "What about the accident, sweetheart?"

"I remembered the accident." Her breathing started becoming more normal, but her body was still shaking. She felt as if she had relived the accident, like it had just happened.

Klaus pulled her against his chest. "Shhh," he soothed. "It's all over. Just calm down." He sat there for a while just holding her until her shaking completely stopped.

"Thank you," she whispered.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You don't have to thank me." He stood up to go back to his room.

Caroline grabbed his arm. "Stay." Her soft blue eyes pleaded.

"Are you sure?" He hesitated.

She nodded, and flipped the covers back, inviting him to join her. He slipped under the blankets, and pulled her close to him. She rested her head on his chest as he stroked her arm with the tips of his fingers. She hoped that the rest of her night would be free of any bad dreams, or in this case, memories.