The Vow

"Klaus," she whined, entering the bedroom and obstructing his view no doubt on purpose. "What have I told you about this?"

Klaus was so absorbed by the Chelsea football match on television that he wasn't quite sure what she meant. Knowing his fussy wife, he figured it could be a myriad of things.

"I know your thoughts on football, love, or that other word word you like to use that I detest, but this is the finals!"

"Funnily enough that isn't the most pressing issue here." He looked around madly, trying to figure out what was the cause of her ire. "Oh come on Klaus, it's not that difficult."

"You'd be surprised," he mumbled, trying to catch a sneaky look at the score on the television behind her.

"We've been married for like five weeks."

"And it was the happiest day of my life, sweetheart," he grinned, thinking just how amazing the night portion had especially been.

"But yet you've already forgotten your vows," she complained.

"Let's see; love, honour, cherish, obey," he recited, like he was checking off a shopping list. "I hate to brag but I thought I was doing bloody brilliantly so far."

"Yeah, you don't like bragging at all," she growled. "Unfortunately, your love of remembering things doesn't seem to compare, Mikaelson."

"Richer or poorer, sickness and in health, 'till death do us part," he replied. "Okay, got it."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," she guessed. "I don't know many couples who added vows like ours."

When Caroline had told him during the lead up to the wedding that she wanted to write her own vows Klaus wasn't really surprised. It was Caroline Forbes after all and she liked to do things differently. One of the many reasons he loved his wife.

What he hadn't expected though was her chosen content. He'd assumed she'd come up with something overly mushy and romantic, what he got was nothing of the sort. He could still remember that discussion.

"You want me to vow to keep the toilet seat down?" He'd baulked, reading through her draft proposals as she put it. Klaus had a feeling that she'd only used the term draft so he felt like he'd been consulted.

"Yes," she answered simply. "Given we're going to be living together forever, it's best we address this bad habit sooner rather than later. Klaus would have argued but he was too busy scanning the list wondering what else he was supposed to promise not to do.

"Oh come on, I'm not that bad with the remote control!" Sure, he liked to switch channels, didn't everyone?

"You flip channels like a maniac," she scoffed. "It's like my very own strobe lighting. Who needs to go to a nightclub when I have my very own show in the comfort of my own home?"

"I still maintain that I allow a good few seconds between clicks," he argued. "You know, fine I'll agree to all of these. IF I get to choose some of my own vows."

"But I'm perfect," she boasted.

'We'll see about that, love. How about we start with your need to hog all of the closet space and colour coordinate the toilet paper with the towels. I could go on but I should really get this down now so I don't forget anything…"

People still spoke about their elegant but unusual wedding ceremony, each vow getting funnier and crazier to their unsuspecting guests.

"The toilet seat was well and truly down when I last checked," Klaus confessed. "Unless Kol decided to pay us a visit and mess with your rules just to get me in trouble. It wouldn't be the first time."

"Remind me never to get into a guessing game with you ever again," she drawled. "You're getting crumbs all over my bed!"

"Oh come on love, it's only a few Doritos," he explained, pushing them onto the carpet beside the bed and sending her a knowing smirk. "See, it's all better."

"You live to tease me," she muttered in frustration, flopping on the bed beside him.

"Only because you make it too much fun, love," Klaus grinned, pulling her closer and raking his hands through her soft waves.

"Don't think that gets you out of cleaning it up though," she said, snuggling closer to him. "Now, about this soccer match."

"If you're going to make me abide by the vows then you sure as hell are going to do the same by not referring to my beloved games by the horrible S word."

"Call it payback, my darling husband."