"Eight Maids a Milking"

Caroline rolled over and pulled her pillow over her head.

It was Friday morning, and she was hungover.

"Too much champagne." She groaned pulling a second pillow over her face to drown out the noise.

Noise.

Caroline removed both pillows and listened.

It was coming from her kitchen, pots clinking together, the water being turned on and off, the stove timer beeping….

"What the hell is my mother doing."

She sat up slowly, swinging her legs over her bed. She massaged her temples a few times before slipping her feet into some fuzzy slippers and shuffling out of her room.

"Mom?" She moaned, treading down the hallway, "What're you-"

Caroline looked up and saw that her mom was actually sitting at the dining room table, which they never used, she had the newspaper open and was still in her pajamas.

"Oh, good morning!" Liz said cheerfully, laying the newspaper down in front of her.

Caroline blinked, partly from the light and partly from the strange image of her mother home in her pajamas.

"Sit down, Care, do you want some tea or coffee?"

Caroline sat as she was told, "Um, tea?"

"Excuse me?" Liz raised her voice a little and a small, plump woman emerged from the kitchen.

"Who is this?" Caroline asked quizzically, "What are they doing in there?"

"Relax Caroline," Liz laughed and then turned back to the woman, "Could Caroline have some of this delicious tea?"

The small woman nodded with a smile and disappeared back into the kitchen.

Caroline waited for the door to fully shut before she looked at her mom, nearly panic stricken, "Are there a hundred of them in there? Who are they? What are they doing here? And why aren't you at work?"

"Slow down Caroline!" Liz smiled, "Everything's fine. I told you I wanted to take a few days off for Christmas, and well, this morning I got up and there was a knock at the door, I answered it, and now Susan and her team are making us breakfast…."

Caroline opened her mouth the respond, but Susan came back and placed a large tea mug in front of her. Caroline smiled politely, blew on the liquid a little, and then took a small sip.

She nearly spit it back into the cup.

She'd had this tea before, at the Mikaelson's.

"Of course."

"Eight maids…" Caroline said softly.

"What?"

"Nothing." Caroline shook her head as Susan and three other people came out of the kitchen with massive serving bowls of fruit, oatmeal, pancakes, bacon, sausage, toast…

Caroline was suddenly very appreciative for Klaus' devious ways.

The previous night…

"Klaus." Caroline stage whispered, fully turning around in her seat at the theater, "Klaus." She repeated louder.

"Yes, love." Klaus whispered back, leaning forward in his seat towards her.

"Um, I want some more champagne." She said, spinning her glass around in the air, as if to prove it truly was empty.

"Are you sure, that's approaching the end of the bottle."

Caroline looked at her glass, "But, you've had some too, right? So, I didn't drink the whole bottle…"

Klaus just shook his head.

Caroline looked back at her glass sadly, "I drank the whole bottle?"

Klaus nodded.

Caroline frowned, "Oh man. I'm going to have a serious headache tomorrow…and it's all your fault!"

Klaus chuckled as Caroline turned around and sunk lower into her seat; pouting.

"Oh, come now Caroline," Klaus mused, lightly hopping the seat before him and settling down next to Caroline.

"No." Caroline said stubbornly, "Tomorrow I'm going to be sick, and it's all because you let me drink myself silly."

Klaus, pushing his gentleman's politeness, reached out and tucked Caroline's hair neatly behind her ear, "What if I make you breakfast tomorrow? Would that be a sufficient enough apology?"

Caroline couldn't help but smile, she looked over her shoulder at him, "Fine, but only pancakes. I love pancakes."

Klaus nodded as Caroline readjusted in her seat, watching as the ballet continued.

Klaus watched Caroline discreetly.

Although it would have to be on her own time, and the way she wanted, she would be his.

One day.

A/N: AND, #MARRIED.

Seriously.

I can't anymore guys.

I just want Klaroline to be realllllll! Julieeee, make it real, here our pleas! PLEASE!

Also, major feels attack while listening to the Lumineers song 'dead sea'. Want a little snippet? Okay…

"I headed West, I was a man on the move. New York had lied to me, I needed the truth. Oh, I need somebody, needed someone I could trust. I don't gamble, but if I did I would bet on us"

#DEAD