Today's is another super short one. Anon request: Klaus holds his child for the first time.
How it happened no one ever did figure out. Yet Caroline was nine months pregnant and her water just broke. Klaus didn't even realize at first what happened, the squeak of surprise from Caroline as her gaze dropped to her leg to see fluid trickling down.
Once the smell of the amniotic fluid finally registered Klaus flew into action blurring Caroline to the bed upstairs before she could make an argument.
Thirteen hours later after the arrival of a witch, doctor, and Caroline's mother Klaus was stuck in the downstairs, pacing. Making his mind to go upstairs and figure some way to stop the whimpers trembling from Caroline a piercing wail rent the air.
Klaus froze mid-step. The newborn cries of a child, his child, echoed throughout the large house. The strongest urge to run clawed at him. Yet it was matched with an overwhelming desire to see his little miracle.
Before his mind could stop his feet, Klaus was already upstairs and pushing into the room where an exhausted but happy Caroline lay on the bed with a small wiggling bundle.
She smiled cautiously at him, her hair matted to her forehead and a thin layer of sweat covering her skin. Caroline held out her arms to Klaus offering him the little child. He tried to not let any emotion pass on his face but the afternoon light caught on a wisp of tarnished gold a top the baby's head-the same hue as his. It was the final indication that it was real and not some trick of fate.
"It's boy." Caroline whispered.
She deposited the baby into his arms not giving Klaus a chance to change his mind. The light weight of the child astonished Klaus, frozen at the sight of the pinkish face of his son.
In all his years being a father was never something he imagined or wanted to come to pass. Yet here he was, a child in his arms a gift from a very sadistic Mother Nature. He was the original hybrid, feared by the supernatural world reduced to a ball of unknown emotions by a child who didn't even know who he was.
Klaus wanted to hate the boy but he couldn't. A swell of warmth settled over him as he continued to study the little face. Drifting to Caroline her blue eyes matched his, hers brimming with brightness. Another wave of emotion washed over him and Klaus let a small genuine smile form.
It might be everything he never wanted but he could not deny that as his trembling hands held his son and his eyes locked onto the mother of his child a strange still settled over him. It was the quiet peace that he had searched for his entire existence.
It was the feeling of home.