Klaroline + walking past a babies supply store. Person A, who is incapable of having kids, stops and stares into the window with a sad expression. Person B tenderly rubs their hand. Later, when they are at home, person B surprises person A with adoption forms.

Thanks anon, what an emotional but beautiful prompt, hopefully I can do it justice. I changed it a little to suit my story and it's a little angsty but I hope you still like it. I can only imagine how difficult this situation would be for any couple trying to conceive, so I hope I have treated this subject with the proper respect it deserves.

Haven't Met You Yet

"And I know some day that it'll all turn out
You'll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid that I'll give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet."

Klaus recognised the gut wrenching expression on her face as she peered sadly into the shop window. He hated seeing his wife so upset and how she continued to punish herself for something that wasn't her fault.

"Sweetheart, come on let's keep going," he urged, attempting to pull her away.

"No, just give me a minute," she baulked, her eyes flickering over the array of prams in the window. Klaus shook his head trying to be patient but at the same time knowing this was killing her inside. If Klaus was being honest it was killing him too, not that he'd admit that to her. Caroline already felt guilty enough as it was.

Klaus had never even thought about having children, well that was until he met Caroline. He remembered it like it was yesterday.

5 years earlier: Delta Airlines Flight 2830 – Detroit (MI) to Pittsburgh (PA)

"Excuse me, Miss?" Klaus said distractedly, his eyes scanning the seat row number before resting on her face.

"Yes?" He was taken aback, not expecting her to be so beautiful. Her golden waves cascaded over her shoulders, her mesmerising blue eyes searched his curiously and he couldn't help but think just how kissable her creamy skin looked. "Did you want something?" She asked. Klaus shook his head thinking how stupid he must have looked gaping at her.

"You're in my seat," he said, gesturing towards the aisle marker.

"I'm pretty sure this is my seat," she argued, pulling her boarding pass from her bag and reading it carefully. "Yes it is, 7A."

"But I'm in 7A," he shot back, flashing this gorgeous stranger his boarding pass.

"Well it looks like we're both 7A," she confirmed. "Excuse me?" She asked the passing flight attendant. It looks like we've been allocated the same seat." She looked at both boarding passes before conferring with her colleagues at the front of the plane.

"I do apologise for the mix-up, but it seems as if 7B is free so you can sit there, Sir." Klaus was not impressed, he didn't do middle seats and he wasn't about to start now.

"I'd prefer the window seat if you don't mind."

"Well, funnily enough so would I," she huffed. "I get air sick."

"Last time I checked you can't open the window when you start to feel queasy." He bit back, sarcastically. "Gee, sitting next to you is starting to sound like such a memorable experience."

"Fine, I like the view,, okay," she admitted. "You wouldn't rob me of that would you?" The flight attendant was witnessing their altercation like a spectator watching a tennis match, her head moving back and forth.

"How about I go and see if I can find you an alternative seat," she interrupted, making her way down the aisle.

"You're smaller than me, love," he tried to reason, thinking just how cute she looked poured into those fitted jeans and blue top that brought out her now blazing eyes. "The least you could do is take the middle seat."

"You'd like that wouldn't you? I reserved this seat when I booked my flight a month ago." Klaus was trying to ignore just how stunning she looked all worked up.

"So? As a frequent flyer I deserve the seat of my choice."

"Am I supposed to be impressed or something? I'm not moving, so I suggest you go elsewhere and annoy some other poor passenger," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

It was at that point Klaus began to like the idea of annoying her, especially if that meant he got to sit close to her.

"Mr Mikaelson?" The flight attendant asked. Before she could continue, Klaus interrupted.

"Turns out I'll be fine with the middle seat," he smiled, scooting across so that their arms were almost touching. "I wouldn't want to be difficult or anything."

"Too late for that," she muttered. "Just don't speak to me, okay?"

"I'm not sure I can promise that, love," he teased, inhaling her scent, a mixture of strawberries and vanilla. Who knew that an argument over a seat would lead to a relationship and eventually marriage two years later?

They always used to joke about their first meeting and how they'd found their perfect match because their future child could sit between them on a flight so as to avoid further arguments. If only they knew then what was going to happen.

Life seemed so simple then, they were deliriously happy and in love. Klaus couldn't deny the love was there stronger than ever but their happiness had faded with the news that her chances of having children were slim to none.

Not that they hadn't tried, multiple times, and been to visit an assortment of doctors and specialists, in the hopes of conceiving but Caroline had been diagnosed with endometriosis. She'd subsequently had surgery to try and repair the damage but, even with that, she still hadn't fallen pregnant. Four rounds of unsuccessful IVF later she still hadn't.

Klaus knew how devastated she was after every glimmer of hope turned into yet another disappointment. It had started to take over her life and her depression was immense. She'd begun withdrawing from social situations and Klaus felt completely helpless. He knew this couldn't go on any longer; they needed to find a way.

"We need to go now, Caroline," Klaus insisted, his anguish only building.

"I just want to stay a little bit longer," she murmured.

"Damn it, Caroline," he shot back impatiently, pulling her away from the window.

"What don't you understand about wanting to stay a little longer?" She growled, the tears gathering in her stormy eyes.

"It's not good for you Caroline," he said, attempting to soothe her. "It's not good for both of us."

"Why don't you just say it then?" She argued, her tears spilling free. "This is my fault! Well, you don't have to stay with me, let's just get a divorce so you can find a wife who'll give you children."

"I don't want another wife, I want you, Caroline. I love you sweetheart and nothing is ever going to change that." Klaus pulled her into his arms as she began to sob, he felt tears prick his eyes, trying to regain his composure so he could be strong for his wife, as usual. Although it was becoming increasingly difficult. "We'll find a way, I promise."

2 days later

Klaus placed the white envelope excitedly under his arm as he wrestled with his keys in the other hand. He'd just returned home with news he hoped Caroline would welcome. She'd been relatively quiet the past few days and although he'd attempted to cheer her up nothing was working, until now.

Klaus had been working on this plan since the latest round of unsuccessful IVF treatment but didn't want to tell Caroline in case she got her hopes up again. He'd been referred to an adoption agency by a work colleague and organised an appointment. He knew he couldn't apply for an adoption without Caroline's consent, but he wanted to know if they had a chance and what he needed to do to make it happen.

After assessing their situation and coupled with their details including financials, Klaus had ascertained that they had a very good chance of success. He'd collected the papers today and was hoping Caroline would understand why he'd pursued this avenue without her.

"Caroline, where are you?" He yelled, after letting himself inside.

"Here," she said smiling slightly, which was an encouraging sign. She looked absolutely beautiful in grey sweats and a make-up free face, although he was hardly surprised about that. His wife could wear a sack and she still would. "I've missed you."

"Well funny that, because so have I," he grinned, looping his arms around her neck and pulling her closer, still grasping the envelope. He pressed his lips against her soft ones thinking how he would never get tired of that feeling, no matter what they were going through.

"I can tell," she murmured, pulling back so she could place a stray curl tenderly behind his ear. "How did I get so lucky?"

"No, I think I should be the one asking that," he smiled, rubbing his nose affectionately against hers and revelling in her heavenly scent. "You inspire me every day with your strength and resilience, love."

"Well, I couldn't do any of this without you by my side," she said. "About what I said the other day…"

"It doesn't matter," he interrupted, trying not to rehash that conversation again. Things were beginning to look up, after all.

"No, I have to say this," she argued. "I don't ever want a divorce; in fact I'm pretty sure I'd kill any woman who even came close to you."

"Is it wrong to say that's a bit of a turn on?" He grinned, devilishly as she slapped him playfully. "You don't have to worry about me finding anyone because you've ruined me for every other woman, Caroline Mikaelson." She didn't answer just launched herself at him, hugging him with everything ounce of energy she had.

"Well, now that we've settled that," she murmured into his shoulder. "How about dinner?"

"Actually, I was hoping we could talk about something first."

"I know my cooking leaves a lot to be desired but…"

"It's not about your cooking, although I think you need to re-take that toaster tutorial again," he quipped.

"Very funny."

"I've got something for you," he said, handing her the mystery envelope.

"I was wondering what you had in here, given you haven't let it go since you came inside," she surmised, busily opening the flap. "It better not be a bill…" Before she could go on, he noticed her face register in shock.

"I know it would be a long road, but I really think adoption is a viable option for us," he said, holding his breath while he awaited her reply.

"I'm not sure I could handle the rejection again, Klaus," she sighed, her voice strained and filled with pain.

"I've looked into this, I've seen an adoption agent and she thinks we have a high chance of success," he rambled, trying to convince her.

"Wow, a high chance of success, how many times have we heard that? And don't even get me started on the fact you did this without me, Klaus." She chided, her voice rising an octave or two.

"I didn't want to get your hopes up," he explained. "I thought if I got all the information and then presented it to you like this, it would be easier."

"Easier? Nothing about this has been easy, Klaus."

"I know sweetheart, but I don't want to give up on having a child and I know deep down you don't want to either," he implored, placing his hands on her shoulders and gazing into those blue eyes he knew almost as well as his own. "Let's do this together, love. And whatever the consequences we'll deal with them like we have everything else."

"What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger." Klaus smiled proudly at her using their joint mantra. "I can't believe I'm going to say this but you've got a deal, husband."

4 years later….

"But I want to sit next to the round window, daddy," their three year old daughter complained. Even pouting she looked adorable with her messy brown pigtails and cheeky blue eyes.

"Just like her mother," he joked, looking directly at Caroline as he said it. "Holly honey, why don't you sit in the middle so you can be next to both of us?" She regarding him seriously, and he could tell his stubborn daughter was unmoved by this idea.

"How about I let you sit on my lap sweetheart and you can look out the window?" Caroline suggested.

"But I don't want to hurt the baby, mummy."

"It's okay, you won't hurt him," she grinned, patting her stomach happily.

Klaus didn't think Caroline could look more beautiful, until she became pregnant five months ago and threw that idea out the window. Klaus figured it was a mixture of that pregnancy glow he'd heard so much about but also the unexpected joy it had brought to both their lives. A few years ago they couldn't envisage having one child, let alone two.

"It would take a lot to hurt him, Holly. He's going to be a soccer player just like his dad," he replied knowingly, rubbing her stomach lovingly while he did. Klaus couldn't wipe the grin off his face thinking just how lucky he was to have the most amazing family in the world.