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Abridged summaries:
1. Klaroline unexpected pregnancy.
2. Klaus and Caroline are best man & maid of honor at Elijah's wedding.
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-Angie

AU/AH: Teen!Klaroline (like 18/19 y/o Caroline and 20-22 y/o Klaus; yeah it's more young adult :D). Caroline gets pregnant. Their decisions and stuff. (They keep the baby) And no abusive Mikael. Just normal parents for Klaus?!

Caroline bit her lip as she waited for Klaus to pick up the phone. When her boyfriend's voice came over the line, Caroline nearly lost her nerve, but she simply swallowed and greeted him.

"You sound upset, love. Is everything all right?"

"Can you come over? Like, now? It's important."

He was silent for a few moments before he spoke. "Is that necessary? It's a two and a half hour drive."

"I know how long of a drive it is."

"And you can't tell me over the phone?"

"Can we Skype?"

"To video chat? I suppose. Just a moment. I'll call you back."

She sat on her dorm room bed with her laptop anxiously, and immediately picked up the call.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately, seeing her blotchy face and red eyes.

"I think I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened before he seemed to collect himself. "I guess that is an in-person sort of conversation, isn't it?"

She glared at him. "Really? You're joking about this?"

"Sorry. Are you sure?"

"I did six tests."

He nodded slowly. "All right. I have a ten o'clock class tomorrow, but I'll drive down afterwards. You'll be out of your Student Board meeting by then, right?"

"Yeah."

If she were any other person, Caroline would have probably asked why he wasn't on the road right this second, but she knew just as well as he did that she wouldn't be any more or less pregnant the next day, and rushing to her campus would do nothing but lose him a day of notes. She and Klaus had been in a committed two year long relationship, and had known each other since they were very young.

"Do you know what you'd like to do?"

She frowned, and seeming to realize how the question had come out, he winced. "I'll support you either way, obviously. It's your choice."

"Do you have a preference?" she asked slowly.

"My preference is that you pick," he said delicately.

"Okay. I'll think about it."

"I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."

She gave him a bright smile. "I love you, too."

Xxx

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Are you okay with it?"

He nodded. "I told you I'd go with whatever you decided, love."

"That doesn't answer my question."

He let out a sharp breath. "Well, in a perfect world, we wouldn't be in this situation at all. That doesn't change the fact that this happens to be the situation we're in. I love you, and this is what you want, and that's that, really."

Deciding to drop the fact that he was dodging her questions for now, she pulled out a list she'd made of things they needed to do.

She could see him fighting down a smile when he read it (he was as disorganized as she was organized), and he gave it back to her.

"Before we tell my parents I need to go to the bank and make sure that they can't access my account anymore."

"You really think they'd cut you off?" Caroline asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Don't you?" he asked, giving her a confused look.

She bit her lip. Yeah, they totally would.

"Okay, so you can go to the bank tomorrow, and I should go to the doctor later this week just to make sure."

"All right. Do you know how far along you are?"

She gave him a withering look. "I don't know, Klaus. When have you visited?"

"Right. About a month and a half then. Never mind."

"At least I'll have the last three months during the summer," Caroline said, trying to look on the bright side.

"Yes, and then we'll have a newborn baby during the fall semester."

"This is as much your fault as it is mine," Caroline said, her voice steely and cold.

"Sorry, love. I didn't mean it like that."

"You never mean anything 'like that'," She said. "You really need to get a filter."

He looked back at the list. "So I'd assume that you want to live in an apartment next year?"

"Yeah."

"How are we going to deal with school?"

"I looked it up, and they have childcare available here during classes. We can live between campuses."

"And have an hour-and-a-half long drive each way?"

"Well, do you have any better ideas?"

"You could always take a year off–"

"I'm not dropping out."

"I didn't mean drop out. I meant take a break. And then you can apply to a school closer to mine, and–"

"And why can't you take a break? Why does it have to be me? Because I'm the woman?"

"No."

"Then why?"

He didn't appear to have an answer to that, and sat back on the couch. "Look. Let's just take this one step at a time, all right?"

"Okay."

He squeezed her hand before tugging her so that she was leaning against him on her bed, nestled between his legs with her head on his chest. "What are we going to do?" she asked quietly.

He took a deep breath. "We'll make it work, love."

xxx

"Klaus, relax. You'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say, they're your parents."

"Yes, and they like you."

"They used to like me. I'm not sure they will anymore after this."

"What do you think they're going to do, kill you?"

"Your Mum's a police officer and your Dad's a Log Cabin Republican. I have no doubt they both are proficient in the use of firearms."

She snorted. "Relax."

She fought down a smile as she heard him grumble under his breath about how if she was visiting his parents she'd be a nervous wreck. This was true, but she had a week to draft her answers and prepare for his parents' interrogation. She had every confidence in herself.

It had been about a month and a half since the pregnancy had been confirmed, and they went to their hometown for Spring Break. Caroline had called her parents and arranged to meet with them for dinner (in public so that they couldn't throw a fit), and she was fairly sure that they were expecting an engagement announcement.

They walked into the restaurant, hand-in-hand, and the hostess showed them to their table, where Caroline's parents were already chatting (it had been ten years since the divorce, and it had been a mutual and mostly-friendly one).

They ordered their food and made awkward small talk before Bill Forbes finally brought up the subject. "So, what's this news you have?"

Caroline and Klaus exchanged a look and Caroline took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

Both her parents were completely silent for at least ten seconds before her father spoke again. "I see."

Caroline winced. Not a promising reaction, but at least he wasn't yelling.

"What's your plan?" Liz asked.

Caroline, knowing that this was most likely how her mother would react, pulled out her list of tasks that she and Klaus had to get done by the time the baby arrived, organized by month. While her mother was distracted reading through the list, Bill took the opportunity to ask Klaus the question they both knew was coming. "Are you going to get married?"

Klaus gave Caroline a 'help me' look, and she jumped in smoothly. "I don't know if that's necessary."

"I think it would be better," Bill started before Caroline interrupted, a saccharine smile on her face.

"Good thing that it really doesn't matter whether you think we should get married, Daddy."

"Your Grandmother–"

"Will die soon anyway and I really don't give a fuck about what she thinks Will have to deal with it."

Klaus squeezed her hand under the table supportively.

"I don't know, Caroline. I think that you both should consider it."

"Would you be paying for it?" Caroline asked dryly. "I don't know if you know this, but babies cost a lot of money, and I don't know if we have a wedding in our budget."

When in doubt, appeal to her father's stingy nature.

"I have a question," Liz cut in, setting the list down next to her plate. "Are you finishing school, Caroline?"

"Yes," both she and Klaus said decisively.

She nodded, apparently satisfied with the response. "This isn't the ideal situation," she started, giving Bill a glare when he huffed, "But I want you to know that we'll try to help if we can."

"Thanks, Mom."

"When are you telling your parents, Klaus?" Bill asked, taking a bite of salmon.

Klaus winced. "I don't know."

"Next week," Caroline said, glaring at him.

"Good luck," Bill said solemnly, and Caroline couldn't help but think that they'd need it.

xxx

"How did this happen, exactly?" Esther asked delicately, setting her tea cup on the saucer and crossing her hands in her lap as Mikael practically seethed in rage next to her.

"I don't know, Mother. You've had six children. Why don't you tell me."

Caroline closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Klaus had never gotten along well with his parents. They weren't bad people, but they were very old-fashioned, and despite the fact that Klaus had gotten a full scholarship to a rather prestigious art school, they still somewhat viewed him as the problem child, if only because he wasn't interested in business or law.

As a result, Klaus had no issue talking back to them.

"This is not a humorous situation, Niklaus."

"Of course it's not, Mother, I apologize."

She hummed disapprovingly, taking another sip of tea while Mikael appeared to gather his thoughts. "Why aren't you getting rid of it?"

"Excuse me?" Caroline asked, rather taken aback by Mikael's words.

"You're young, with no money and no support, and you're choosing to have a baby?"

"Yes, because you and Mother weren't twenty when you had Finn, or anything."

"Exactly. We've done it, so we know it's not a good decision."

"I'd say we turned out fine," Klaus argued, gesturing at the rather ostentatious sitting room they were in.

"We were incredibly lucky."

"Look, Caroline wants to keep the baby, and I'm going to support her. I'd really appreciate it if you would support us, not monetarily, but just in emotional support."

"And where are you going to get monetary support?" Mikael bit out, still unhappy with the conversation.

"I have money saved up, as does Caroline."

"I see," Mikael said, making it clear that he really didn't.

They sat in awkward silence for awhile before Esther spoke. "Caroline, dear. It's been awhile since we last saw you. How has school been?"

xxx

"We are not naming our son Charles Xavier Mikaelson," Caroline said for what felt like at least the tenth time.

If she didn't know better, she'd think that Klaus was making fun of her.

"Why? I like it. Very regal."

"Well, I don't."

"Yes, well, you also want to name our child Timothy."

"What's wrong with Timothy? I think it's cute."

Klaus gave her a disbelieving glance before shifting under her slightly so that he could see the open book in her hands. She was curled into him, her head on his chest as she turned the pages slowly.

"Joshua?"

"Too biblical," Klaus said, his finger circling her hip.

"Edward?"

"Like that awful sparkly vampire movie?" he asked, wrinkling his nose.

"It was a book first."

"Doesn't matter."

She sighed irritably. "I don't know, Klaus."

"William Ansel?" he asked hesitantly.

She bit her lip. She knew that Ansel was the name of his birth father, and that he'd probably want to honor him in some way. She didn't mind the name, especially if it was a middle name, but she didn't like the idea of naming the child after her father.

"Stefan Ansel?" she asked. "I like the idea of naming him after our best friend."

"I like it too. Let's sleep on it?"

She yawned, snuggling into his chest, letting the book fall to the floor. "Best idea ever."

Could you do a AU/AH drabble where Caroline and Klaus are the always-arguing maid of honour and best man for Katherine and Elijah's wedding. If possible using some variation of the line - 'If Caroline and Klaus find out you're betting on them they'll have your heads.'

"No! You fold the napkins like this, see? And now they look like swans and not like an unironed wadded up piece of fabric," Caroline snapped to one of the waitstaff, gesturing rather dramatically to a perfectly-folded napkin swan set on the table, while Klaus looked on in amusement a few feet away. "What?" she asked irritably when she saw him smiling.

"Nothing at all."

Klaus knew that Caroline was wound a bit tightly over the wedding details for her best friend, and if he was honest with himself, he enjoyed winding her up even more.

She was gorgeous when she was angry, and he loved watching her face flush and her eyes heat. She was honestly just about the only good thing about this wedding, because the good lord knew that Katherine Pierce might be the most irritating person to ever walk the earth.

"Well, you could always make yourself useful and fold napkin swans."

"Or I could stand here and watch you yell at the poor, defenseless wait staff."

She glared at him, arms crossed, and he grinned, knowing that it would just infuriate her more.

He was right.

"Ugh. You're unbelievable."

"I know," he said, inspecting his nails.

He was almost positive he heard her growl. "If you're not going to be helpful, leave."

"Suit yourself."

He walked out of the room they were setting up for the reception, a small spring in his step, stopping when he heard his name coming from the door off of the hallway.

"-Niklaus to pursue Caroline. I do not believe that I need to tell you that it would not be advantageous to attract her ire."

"But 'Lijah, they have so much unresolved sexual tension," he heard the voice of his future sister-in-law whine. "Don't you think?"

"It doesn't matter. Betting on whether they get together is not the way to encourage the rest of the family to participate in your matchmaking."

Katherine snorted. "I think the answer you were looking for was 'yes, dear'."

"I still have two weeks," Elijah said, though Klaus could hear his brother's smile.

"Either way, my money's on by the reception. Stefan took rehearsal dinner. Damon's still deciding, but I think he's going for 'they'll miss the wedding'."

"I see. Well, as long as you remember that if Caroline and Niklaus realize that you're betting on their success as a potential couple, they'll have all your heads."

Katherine snorted. "No. Caroline would have our heads. I think Klaus would be more inclined to support Kol's bet on 'by tonight, Darling, they've nearly cracked,'" Katherine said, almost making Klaus laugh at her horrible imitation of Kol's accent.

It was true. He would most definitely not say no to having Caroline by tonight. He sent a few emails on his phone to make sure that no catastrophes had happened at the office before heading back in, smiling to himself when he heard Caroline still ranting at her assistants in the other room. When he walked back in he realized that in the last fifteen minutes she had somehow managed to motivate her minions to put down place cards and flower arrangements as well as folding what looked like about one hundred swan napkins.

At least.

"-And the lights should be trickling from the table over there. Not hanging. Trickling. Do you understand?"

There was a general murmur of confirmation from the gathered workers (minions), and they all went on their way to do their own tasks.

"You were clearly a Queen in another life."

Caroline whirled around, her hands on her hips. "That might just be the worst pick up line I've ever heard."

"It wasn't a pick up line. You're just very...intimidating."

She scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder and stalking across the room to the cart of flower arrangements. "Well, don't just stand there. Help me set these up."

"See? Intimidating," Klaus said cheerfully, sinking down on a chair at a reception table near the cart, completely impervious to Caroline's glare.

"Which is why you're helping," she said sarcastically, bending down to set a vase in the exact center of one of the tables.

He let out a sharp breath as he watched her dress tighten around her arse, and she glanced behind her to see where his eyes were. "Seriously?"

"What, love?"

"Stop staring at my ass and help me finish this."

He sighed and got up, not even bothering to deny that he'd been staring, instead picking up a vase off the cart. "You know, Katerina has a bet running to see when we'll get together."

"Yeah?" Caroline asked.

He could see that she was feigning casualness, her entire body on edge. It was rather cute how completely unsubtle she was. "Yes."

"Who bet?"

"Stefan, Damon, my brother–"

"Kol, not Elijah, I assume."

"Yes, Kol. Elijah was trying to nip the whole thing in the bud."

She let out a derisive huff. "Well, he's failed."

He walked closer, resting a hand on her waist. "I suppose he did."

"When should we tell them?"

"Pick our favorite person and announce it on their day. I vote Kol. He has tonight."

She laughed. "You just want everyone to know."

"Perhaps I do."

"Look, I told you. We need to wait until after the wedding."
"That's what you said on Christmas."

"Well, I wasn't going to tell everyone right after Elijah told us all he proposed."

"What about Easter?"

"Bonnie announced she was pregnant. I didn't want to steal her thunder."

"Love, I don't think that 'Klaus and I are dating' would take even close to as much attention as 'Bonnie Bennett is pregnant with Kol's child out of wedlock'."

"Yeah, I guess your mother did nearly faint," Caroline said smiling slightly.

"Wasn't her finest moment, to be sure."

"Look. We've known each other for two years and we've been dating for almost nine months of it. Another two weeks is not going to kill you."

"It has been two years since the party, hasn't it?"

She smiled. "Yeah. It has."

"I never thought I'd say this, but thank the lord for Elena Gilbert."

"For what? Breaking up with Stefan so that he'd need a date to the party?"

"Yes, plus he's a million times better off without her, really. I should send her a thank you card."

"Please don't," Caroline said, laughing slightly. "And I'd like to think we would have met anyway."

Klaus shrugged. "I would hope so, but still, there's no guarantee."

"I think you just want to rub it in Elena's face that she helped you with something."

"She was incredibly unpleasant, love. You can't blame me."

Caroline rolled her eyes and captured his lips with hers, looping her arms around his neck, and his hands immediately trailed down her waist to her hips. He pulled back moments later, pecking her on the nose before running his lips down her jaw, making her moan.

"Do you want to take a break for a while?" he muttered against her skin.

"To me it looks like you already are," Kol's voice said gleefully from next to them, making Caroline screech in surprise and bury her face in Klaus's neck.

"Kol…"

"I would say I'm sorry, Brother, but we both know I'm really not. If you'll excuse me, I'm off to collect my money."

"Your brother ruins everything," Caroline sighed after Kol left the room.

"Yes, he has a bad habit of it, unfortunately. Where were we?"

"Setting flower arrangements and folding napkins," Caroline said firmly, pulling herself out of his arms and thrusting a pile of cloth into his hands."

"But–"

"Later. Maybe."

He groaned. Caroline Forbes was probably the only person in the universe that could motivate him to fold swan napkins.

A/N: Let me know what you think. :)
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-Angie