A/N – Hello party people! I have good news, good news and more good news. Which news would you like to hear first? The good news? Well ok then. I PASSED MY 63 EXAM! **Happy Dance** Yeah! So I can finally focus my time on writing! Yay!

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And the more good news – A new chapter! **Kermit the frog going wild** Enjoy!

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Caroline gave a huff of annoyance as she dialed his number for the third time.

"Finally." She muttered softly as the phone was picked up, a husky voice murmuring a barely decipherable hello.

"Nik, get your ass up and get me some food."

"Sweetheart?" Came the husky voice once more sounding almost confused at her request.

"Don't sweetheart me. Wake up and pick me up some food. I have already texted you a list of what I want. And remember that biscuits are rolls not freaking cookies!" She was still pissed off about the time he had showen up with a box of cookies and gravy instead of biscuits and gravy. Surprisingly the combination had proved to be pretty tasty, not that she would ever let him know that.

She could hear Klaus groaning as he pulled himself out of bed, his hand running over his face in effort to wake up.

"I remember. I will be there as soon as I can, love."

"If you are missing one thing off of that list I will hand you your ass on a platter. Do you understand me? One thing! Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, biscuits and gravy, tacos and a jar of peanut butter. All of it better be there or I will stab you with a fork." Caroline was pregnant, hungry and ready to throw down if she needed to because there was no messing around with her food.

Klaus was silent at that statement, not quite sure how to respond to the threat she threw at him. Anyone else who threatened him like that would have been dead before the last word was uttered. However, this was Caroline, his love, the woman who was carrying his child. He would never harm her and since he had already been the recipient of her irritability and anger more than once and he just took her threat in stride, knowing if he reacted to it that it would only make things worse for him.

"I will make sure of it, sweetheart."

Caroline hung up the phone and started to pace her small flat. Ever since Klaus had laid down his law about not going out in the middle of the night she had obeyed it up until he had sent his minions to meet her requests. She was beyond furious when they had shown up on her door step. Caroline had gotten Klaus on the phone within moments and had basically read him the riot act. She would be damned if she had to call him only to have him send his men. If he was going to force her to call him for her late night food runs then she was damn sure he was going to be the one to deliver the food. She basically told him if he ever sent them again he could forget about her calling him for her late night food runs.

Klaus had been at her beck and call for about a month now and the upside to that was that Caroline did enjoy having a personal delivery boy and she got to wake Klaus up in the middle of the night. Unfortunately the down side was actually having to see Klaus. And Klaus of course took his deliveries as opportunities to try and pay penance for his transgressions against her.

He first followed the old tried and true method of forgiveness that most men follow: flowers. He brought her a fresh bunch every week, which she politely thanked him for and then threw them in the trash. Next he tried gifts which she promptly threw back in his face. It finally came to a point that Caroline basically told him he could not buy her forgiveness.

Where gifts and flowers had failed he tried words. He apologized to no avail, as Caroline said his words were meaningless without answers and again she would ask why he left in the first place which he would not answer and the whole cycle of flowers, gifts and words would start again.

It drove Caroline up the wall because all she wanted was answers from him. Why did he leave her? Why does he want her back now? And most of all she wanted Stefan back. Yet Klaus was as stubborn as an ox and that just left Caroline to endure the endless cycle of apologies.

It took about 40 minutes for Klaus to show up at her front door with only her food in hand surprisingly.

"Finally! You know it would have taken me half the time to go myself!" Caroline exclaimed as she rested her hands on her hips as she chastised him for his late arrival. He stood there tiredly with her bag of food in hand, his dirty blonde curls mussed from his pillow, dark circles under his eyes, his dark t-shirt and jeans wrinkled as he listened patiently to her complaint.

Caroline took the bag of food from his hand and moved to her little dining room set, setting the bag on the table she started pulling boxes out of the bag and opening them. The movement at the door caught her eye as Klaus turned to leave.

"Hey!"

Klaus paused, turning back around to look at her, a brow quirked up in question.

"Go sit your ass down. You are not leaving until I make sure you didn't forget anything. It is kind of hard to stab you with a fork if you are not here." Caroline said matter of factually as she turned back to the task at hand of inspecting her bounty of food.

Klaus sighed tiredly as he stepped into the flat, closing the door behind him and made his way to the couch. He fell gracelessly into the cushions and leaned his head back; his eyes fluttering close unable to keep the tiredness at bay. Normally Klaus would have taken the opportunity to try and talk to her again, to try and reason his way back into her good graces, but he was just too tired to state his case for forgiveness.

Caroline hummed contentedly as she shuffled through the bags. Taking alternate bites of whatever tasty delight each box revealed. It was when she found the jar of peanut butter that she was forced to find a spoon. Although she was tempted to drag her drum stick of chicken through the creamy delight, wondering just how tasty that combination would be when a snore drew her attention away from her food.

She saw that Klaus was fast asleep, splayed across her small sofa almost looking too big for it. Caroline set her food down and walked over to him, her hand absently rubbing her belly as she looked down at the father of her child asleep so peacefully on her couch. She felt a little bad at the thought of waking him up and kicking him out, given how exhausted he looked when he had come to drop off her food that she felt almost sorry for him. Of course that guilt was short lived as she remembered he had brought this upon himself.

She poked his face a few times with her finger, shook his shoulder and even called out his name a few times to see if he would awaken so she could kick him out, but he was down for the count. With a sigh she ran her hand absently through his curls before she laid him down. She pulled off his boots before lifting his legs onto the couch and pulling a blanket over him. Even going far as to tuck him in making sure he was warm and comfortable.

A scowl crossed her features as she chastised herself for being so nice to him; obviously pregnancy turned her into a freaking mother hen. She rolled her eyes as she made her way out of her flat and to the Range Rover that was parked to the side of the street waiting for Klaus to come back. Caroline let the driver know that Klaus was going to be staying the night and that he would text him in the morning to come and pick him up.

The driver just gave her a nod and drove away. Caroline was surprised at how easily he took her word for it. Klaus was a crime lord after all; shouldn't his people be more diligent about his enemies hurting him or something? But then again the driver probably wasn't overly concerned with Klaus being in danger from a woman who looked like she was smuggling a basketball under her shirt.

Once Caroline was back inside she shut and locked the door, slipped off her shoes and went back to her food. She polished most of it off, leaving only one taco, the rest of the peanut butter and some mashed potatoes left over. She quickly put away the leftovers and made her way over to her bed, slowing as she neared Klaus on the couch.

She had never seen him sleep before and he looked almost angelic. Caroline eased herself down to sit on the coffee table and just watched him sleep, wondering how a man who looked so sweet while sleeping managed to break her heart. Caroline sighed as she leaned over and brushed her hand against his stubbled cheek unable to resist the guilty pleasure of touching him which caused Klaus to shift in his sleep.

Her heart ached as she watched him sleep. She was still in love with the heartless bastard, not that she would ever let him know that after he hurt her like he did. But she wasn't going to lie to herself about her feelings for him. She often wished that things had turned out differently for them. Caroline liked to think that they would be happy had things been different. She sighed as she pushed herself up, caressing his cheek one last time before making her way to bed.

"And you just had to go and ruin it you dumb jerk."

Caroline woke up to the smell of bacon which was absolutely delightful but confusing all the same seeing as she didn't remember making bacon last night. Her eyes fluttered open as she came awake and realized that it freshly frying bacon that she was smelling. With a groan she pushed herself up into a sitting position, her hand moving absently to her belly as she looked towards the kitchen and found the father of her child at the stove cooking breakfast.

"Nik?"

Klaus glanced over at his shoulder as his name was called, a smirk coming to his lips as he looked over the beautiful blonde who was completely mussed from her slumber with her hair in disarray and sleep still evident on her face. He wondered if he had stayed that night he had slept with her if she would have woken up next to him looking the same, only her hair and sleepiness would have been caused by his night of ravishing her rather than just sleeping.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

"Why are you cooking breakfast?" Not that she was complaining, waking up and having breakfast freshly made was her idea of a good time now that she was pregnant. No bagel and orange juice for her this morning.

"You were kind enough to allow me to stay for the evening I thought I would return the favor and make you breakfast, love."

Caroline just gave a slight nod of her head and slid out of bed, stumbling into the bathroom. Klaus felt his breath catch at the sight of her long legs that her sleep shorts displayed beautifully. Pregnancy had done nothing but make Caroline even more beautiful and he would swear that she was absolutely glowing.

He wanted this. He wanted to wake up every morning with her, to make her breakfast, to have her in his bed. He wanted to see her hair mussed and her glowing skin. Mostly he just wanted her back with him.

A soft grunt drew his attention away from his thoughts and his cooking as he turned to cause the source of the noise and saw Caroline, who was standing just outside of the kitchen with an odd facial expression that could only be described as a grimace mixed with a smile as her hand rested against the side of her swollen stomach.

"Caroline? Are you ok, love?" Klaus said with concern as he moved away from the stove to Caroline's side. His hand gently touching her shoulder as his eyes moved over her small frame looking for the cause of what could be ailing her.

Caroline gave him a small smile as she slid her hand along her belly. "I'm fine, monkey just kicked me really hard.

"Kicked you?" Klaus said as his eyes fell from her face to look at her belly, a look of longing crossing his features when he realized what she was talking about. He wanted ask if he feel the baby kicking but he wasn't going to ask because if could because he was be afraid that Caroline would get mad that he would even ask to touch her and kick him out, something he didn't want to risk given that she was being so civil with him today.

Caroline caught the look and her heart clenched, she wanted to resist but all she could feel was him tugging on her heart strings. This was his child too and she remembered how thrilled she was when she first felt her baby move. Did she really want him to miss that experience?

Caroline looked back at Klaus who was still looking at her stomach with longing and she just rolled her eyes and took his hand, placing it against the side of her belly where she had felt the kick, moving it only slightly as she felt the baby shift.

Klaus was shocked when Caroline had taken his hand and placed it onto her belly. He never thought she would willingly allow him to feel the baby kicking because that meant touching her, which she went out of her way to avoid. He was beyond please that he was going to get the chance to feel his baby move and he tried to focus on the movement of her belly rather than how warm she felt or how soft her hands were as she held his hand against her stomach. He was close enough to her that the scent of honey and lavender filled his senses, the scent that was uniquely Caroline.

Caroline could help but be affected by their closeness with the feel of his hand on her stomach and how close he was to her made her flush with want. His touch brought her thoughts back to when they were at the laundry mat together and how intimately he had touched her, not to mention all the places he had touched her. She quickly pulled her mind off of that trail of thoughts given that her hormones were on overdrive and she didn't want to drive herself crazy enough to jump the man who she had been constantly fantasizing about. She may hate the jerk but it still didn't take away from the fact that she did have the best sex of her life with him.

The moment Klaus felt the baby kick all his thoughts about how much he wanted Caroline were replaced with the thrill of feeling his baby move. As soon as Caroline felt the baby kick she looked up, wanting to catch Klaus' reaction and smiled when she saw the look of pure joy on his face, his expression causing his dimples to come out in full force as he looked down at her stomach in wonder.

They stood that way for a while, Caroline moving his hand around her stomach so he could continue to feel their baby kick, both of them with huge smiles on their faces. It was the smell of burning bacon that finally pulled them out of their happy little bubble. Klaus dropped his hand from her stomach and hurried to the stove, groaning at the sight of the blackened bacon. He quickly removed the burning food and tossed it into the trash as he shook his head at his forgetfulness.

Caroline just laughed at him as she made her way to the dining room table and slid into a chair, watching him as he moved to the fridge, giving Caroline with a playful smile and a wink as he pulled out the bacon, finding humor in the situation as well.

Surprisingly Caroline enjoyed the easy moment between them; she was tired of the constant fighting. She wasn't going to forgive him, but at some point she had to start mending their relationship to the point where they could raise their child without arguing. She was going to be a mom and he was going to be a dad, they needed to work this out somehow. Caroline was not going to subject their child to a hostile environment.

They were cordial during breakfast, limiting their topics to very banal things that wouldn't cause an end to their ceasefire for the moment. When they finished up Caroline thanked Klaus for cooking and excused herself, making her way to the restroom with a comment about the baby using her bladder as a soccer ball.

"Foot ball, love." Klaus corrected absently as he watched her walk away from him, enjoying the fact that she was still wearing her sleep shorts and a tank top. A please smile etched on his face brought about by the fact that he not only got to have breakfast with his girl he also got to feel his baby kick. All in all he was pleased with the morning so far.

Klaus was in the middle of cleaning up the dishes when he heard her cell phone ring, and apparently Caroline heard it as well as she yelled through the bathroom door asking him to answer it for her and that she would be out in a minute.

Klaus picked up the cell phone, his brow shooting up as he answered.

"Hello, Caroline's phone."

"Well, well, well, Barbie got herself an answering service. Look at her being all important. Do you take messages too? Because I would like you to tell her if she needs any other servicing I am available for her at any time if you know what I mean. Also make sure to add that I give excellent customer service."

Klaus felt his temper rising at just what the caller was insinuating, he would be damned if he allowed anyone to touch his girl.

"You have the wrong idea about Caroline, mate. She isn't available."

"You must be Barbie's flavor of the week. I wouldn't get comfortable though because it is only a matter of time before she drops you and comes to me. I mean sure you might think you are a catch and all but girls just can't resist my good looks, my style, my charm and my unflinching ability to listen to Taylor Swift."

Klaus ignored the flavor of the week comment because he knew Caroline wasn't like that.

"I am the father of her child, so I very much doubt she will be dropping me anytime soon."

"Oh! Is this Ken? I didn't realize you and Barbie had made up. And she didn't say anything about it that naughty little minx. By the way I have to ask ….. has she tried any of that S&M stuff with you? She seemed to be really into that when we last talked about you. Oh, and tell me another thing, is she a wild cat in the sack? I hear that having sex with a pregnant woman will blow your mind."

"Say another word about Caroline like that and I will rip out your tongue."

Klaus was seething, his hand flexing in and out of a fist ready to do some damage to the man on the other side of the line. The man on the other side of the line obviously didn't know who he was dealing with. Caroline came out of the bathroom at that moment catching the tail end of the conversation and she quickly rushed over to Klaus and pulled the phone out of his hand, checking the screen to see who he was talking too, rolled her eyes once she caught sight of the name and put the phone up to her ear as she lifted her other hand to rest on Klaus' chest in effort to calm him.

"Damn it, Damon. Did you really have to rile him up like that?"

Caroline could see Klaus slowly start to relax, as it was another thing he loved about his girl, her ability to calm him down.

"Of course I did, makes it fun. So when were you going to tell me that you and Ken got back together?"

"We didn't get back together." Her eyes met Klaus' for a moment before she turned away, her hand dropping from his chest as she made her way to the couch to sit down, Klaus following her with his eyes before he turned to go back into the kitchen.

"Just bang buddies then? Because he did say you guys were together. I told you before Blondie that I am more than willing to be your sex slave."

Caroline rolled her eyes at that, annoyed that Klaus would tell Damon they were together.

"We are not bang buddies either. And as for your offer….. thanks, but no thanks."

"Are you sure Blondie? Because I don't mean to brag, well actually I do mean to brag." Caroline could swear she could hear him smirk through the phone.

"I am the total package. I just got done telling Ken all about it. Pretty sure he is into me too with that talk about ripping out my tongue. I'm sure there are other things he would like to rip off of me as well, starting with my shirt. If you want I can text you a picture of me shirtless so you can show it to him."

"Please don't. I just ate breakfast."

"Come on, Barbie. I know you want to see my gorgeous body again.

"Oh yes, Damon, I totally want to see you shirtless again." Caroline said sarcastically before a loud bang drew her attention to the small kitchen where Klaus was currently doing the dishes. She could tell by the scowl on his face that he was listening to her conversation.

Caroline smirked at his obvious jealousy and just shook her head as she turned her attention back to her conversation with Damon.

"Knew you couldn't resist me."

"Anyway, Damon, what do you want?"

Damon's voice became serious as he addressed the real reason for his phone call.

"Have you heard from Stefan? I haven't gotten a text from him in weeks."

Caroline sighed as she glanced at Klaus once more before she spoke.

"I got a text from Stefan last week letting me know he was ok."

"He has been gone for five months Caroline. When the hell is his sabbatical going to be over?"

Klaus had turned at the mention of Stefan. He kept his face blank as he met Caroline's eyes. He could see the sadness etched on her face and he felt the guilt clutch at his chest. He hated that he hurt Caroline but his pride battled with his guilt at driving Stefan away.

"I don't know, Damon. I hope it is soon." Caroline said looking at Klaus meaningfully. He looked away unable to maintain eye contact with her. Damon could hear the pain in her voice and knew that Caroline missed his brother as much as he did.

"Me too, Barbie. Me too."

They ended the conversation soon after that. Caroline and Klaus were awkwardly quiet after the phone call. Stefan was back on the table and they both knew their positions on the subject. It was a while before Caroline found her voice.

"If we are going to raise our baby together, we need to be on some sort of good terms."

Caroline's voice drew his eyes to he, she was busy fiddling with the phone before she looked up at him to make eye contact.

"Like friends?"

"Possibly, but the thing is that friends trust each other and If you want to be friends we need to trust each other. Friendship, stage one: show me I can trust you. Let Stefan come back."

"I told you no, Caroline. You know what it would do to my reputation to have him come back. I will not have my hand forced by you." Klaus said angrily as he strode over to the couch to face her. Caroline struggled to stand up so that she could come face to face with him.

"I am not forcing your hand! I just want to be able to trust you, to know that you are not going to leave again. Leave me and our child." Caroline cried out, her eyes searching his for some kind of reassurance.

"I gave you my word Caroline."

"And we just know how trust worthy your word is." Caroline sneered angrily. "I want action. I want to see that you are serious about your promises and we can't be friends if I can't trust you."

Klaus growled as he turned away from the small blonde and started to pace the flat. Her words sent a dagger of shame straight through his heart. He wanted her to trust him, to know that he was going to be there for her and their baby, but he was damned if he was going to allow Stefan back to get her to trust him again.

"There must be another way."

"No! There isn't another way. I am going to have a baby Nik! A baby in a foreign country without my friends and family. I need my best friend to help me. I need you to help me. I need to know I can trust that you are not going to leave me on my own."

"I won't leave you again, I told you that. You have me and that should be enough."

"No Nik, that isn't going to be enough! Do you even understand what it is going to be like to be a parent? Do you understand how difficult this is going to be? This isn't something that you can just throw money at or hire someone to take care of it for you. It is going to be a lot of work and you need a support system for that. I need to be able to trust that support system. We both do."

"We have my family."

"Oh yeah, your family, who you conveniently forgot to tell that I am pregnant with your child." Caroline spat out as she crossed her arms and glared at the man in front of her. He was making it increasingly difficult to want to be his friend when all he seemed to be able to do was dig his own grave a little deeper.

Klaus looked at her and then looked down to the floor, his mouth working open and close while he tried to think of an explanation that wouldn't add to her anger. Truth was he didn't want his family interfering with Caroline until he had her back in his arms.

Of course Caroline didn't know that so she was free to make her own conclusions about why he had kept her pregnancy away from his family and her conclusions did not do him any favors. In fact it made things worse because if he was going to keep her from his family that meant he probably wasn't going to be sticking around.

"You know what? I'm done. Get out." Caroline said as she pointed to the door.

"Sweetheart….."

"No. Get the hell out of my apartment."

Klaus sighed and moved to kiss her cheek as he normally did when he left her but stilled when she gave him a look that promised that she was going to slap the shit out of him if he tried it. How she went from upset to seething anger so fast he wasn't quite sure, although he suspected her pregnancy had something to do with it.

Giving her one last apologetic look, he pulled on his shoes and made his way to the front door, his body going ridged as he opened the door and came to a stand still.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

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