A/N: Another one for the drabble blog. The prompt was Klaus is a soldier in World War II, Caroline is his lover, they write love letters to each other. Caroline refuses to marry anyone else and waits for Klaus to return.

"Say it again!" She demanded as she lay next to him in the garden of lilies her father had planted for her mother, just because it was her favorite flower.

He sighed but she saw a smile creep up on his face, "Caroline Forbes, I promise to come home to you after this godforsaken war is over. I promise to make an honest woman out of you. I promise to not fall in love with any foreign women who offer their bodies to me. And I promise I will always love you. Good enough?" He asked as he turned to her.

She moved her head so that she was facing him and replied, "I didn't feel the conviction, perhaps you need to say it one more time."

He smirked at her, tracing her face with his hand, trying to commit to it to memory. "I have a better idea of how I can show you my conviction," he said as he leaned down to kiss her and stifle her giggle.

To my dearest Caroline,

It has been barely three months since I left home, but everywhere we go is filled with sadness and loss and long to be back in your arms, protected from all the pain and coated in your smiles.

We were encouraged to treat the men in our infantry as family, but I do not know them, and none are particularly friendly. I do not fight to protect them, or the country, when I fight I fight to protect you and my family and our future together. We have been told that mail takes a while to reach the recipient, so I hope by the time you get this, you haven't forgotten about me and run off with Tyler Lockwood or Matt Donovan or any of the other men who so long to court you.

Remember our promise, remember the love I have for you and remember I am coming home to you.

Yours,

Klaus

To my love Klaus,

I just received your letter, I have wanted to write you for ages but Mother said I had to wait until you contacted me first. I am sorry that you are so lonely and surrounded by so much hurt, how I wish I was with you and could comfort you during this time. It saddens me that you are in so much pain, and there is nothing I can do to help you.

They all said I shouldn't tell you, but I have news, which might give you more incentive to fight, if not for the other soldiers or for the country, but for your family: I am with child. It has caused much shame for the family, but with so many men off to war; the community has been very understanding. I am ecstatic that the product of our love is growing inside me and when you return you will meet him or her and they would know what is like to have parents who love each other as deeply as we do and will love them just as much.

I remember the first time that you told me you loved me, as we were stealing apples from Mrs. Fell's tree, and I fell because I thought I could climb higher than you and you carried me all the way back home. I had never seen you so scared, my fearless wolf, and you kept whispering that you love me and I can't die, so dramatic. So now, when you are scared, are you think that you might die, I want you to imagine me and your child whispering to you that we love you and that you can't die.

Remember our promise, I love you and only you, always.

Yours,

Caroline

To my Caroline,

Today we lost two men. We have been spending all our time together, and these men are now my brothers, every hurt counts, and when I dream all I see is their faces in their final moments and I wonder what their last thoughts are. One of the two, Stefan, told me about his wife Elena, and how their daughter Katherine had just taken her first steps. He showed me pictures of them and described the holidays they would take together. Stefan will never kiss Elena again. He won't see Katherine graduate high school, and they will take that trip to the cliffs of Dover. I cannot imagine the pain they feel.

I sometimes wish we had never fallen in love. That I had never plucked up the courage to talk to you that day at that café. I remember how beautiful you looked, with your red polka dot dress and white scarf, I remember thinking that I had never seen someone that looked more perfect in my life and I had to know you. But if we had never fallen in love, I would not worry about leaving you or causing you pain, or leaving our child without a father. But the selfish side of me knows that my love for you is what is keeping me alive, my stubborn need to get back to you. If I leave this earth today, I would always be happy that got to be with you.

Remember our promise, remember our love and remember I'm coming home to you.

Yours,

Klaus

To my love Klaus,

You are the father to a healthy baby boy, weighing 3, 42kg, with a little tuft of blonde hair. Your mother and I have decided to name him Elijah William Mikaelson, after your grandfather and my father. I wanted to wait until you came home to name him, but since we have not received correspondence from you in a while and we don't know when you are going to come home, we just ahead and named him. Our next child's name will be left all to you.

Every day that I look at Elijah, he reminds me of you, he has two small dimples in his cheeks and bright pink lips and your mother says that you looked exactly the same when you were a baby. I hate to leave him; sometimes I stay the night in the nursery because I feel like I have a part of you with me when I am with him. I can't wait for you to meet him and we can be a real family.

As I write this letter, I am sitting on my porch, and I look down the driveway waiting for you to come walking down in your uniform that you look so handsome in. I have started working at the perfume counter at Harrods to make some extra money to care for Elijah. I showed all the women at work the photograph that I carry of you in my purse and they say that you are more handsome than Cary Grant and of course I knew that already. I spend an extra hour in prayer every night, praying for you, your new family and the rest of the soldiers of both sides and their families. I know you will fight for us, and fight to return home, because you are the bravest man I know.

Remember our promise, remember our love and remember our future.

Yours,

Caroline

Caroline put down her pen as she thought of what else to write. Every week she mailed a letter to Klaus, every week she waited for the mailman to bring her a response, every week she was disappointed. Like the habit it was, she looked up from her page and stared at the driveway, curious to see if there was any movement and what she saw there made her heart jump.

He walked towards her; a bag slung over his shoulder so casually that it looked as if someone had just thrown it on him at haste, his uniform was crisp and clean and fitted him so well. His face beaming at her, looking just as young and fresh as it did the day he left her. She was frozen for a moment, unable to stand or get up, the thought of him so close, making his way towards her was so unbelievable.

A little boy with blonde hair ran out onto the porch, a toy airplane in his hand as he pretended it was in flight. Caroline beckoned to the boy, "Elijah! Elijah! Come here!" He ran towards her, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Elijah, you see that man at the end of the drive way, walking towards us?" The little boy just stared at her, before looking at the driveway and then giving a curt nod.

"That's your daddy, Elijah, he has finally come home to us, just as he promised! Run inside and go call grandmother Esther, tell her that your daddy is home!"

The little boy ran inside as fast as little legs could carry him, he ran past the kitchen and the dining room, and made his way to the study where an older man was reading the newspaper.

"Daddy! Daddy! She called me Elijah again!"

The man let out a sigh and closed his newspaper, "And then what did she tell you?"

"She said I must look at the drive way, that a man was coming towards us and that that man was my daddy. But there was no one in the drive way."

The man's eyes widened as he pushed past the little boy and ran to the porch, he looked at the old woman with her eyes closed sitting in the armchair, the half written letter in front of her and he shook her when he failed to hear her breathe, sobbing "Mom, mom!" but she had already gone. He looked up and saw the last words she wrote in the letter,

"If you cannot come to me, I will find a way to be with you."

A/N: How was that? Did it make you as sad as I hope it did? Please review, not too experienced in angst and need all the feedback I can get. Also, follow me on tumblr at gendryaslove