AN: This is the last drabble, I hope you've enjoyed them!

I'm thinking of posting my AU 1492 story which is Klaroline/Kennet/Elejah/Kolvina/Stebekah/Stelena/Delena/Noralise/Bonora (I think that's it but there could be more lol). Would anyone be interested in reading that?

5. Alaric

Looking down on the two most beautiful little faces he'd ever seen, his thoughts couldn't help but drift to the woman who'd given birth to them. Caroline. She'd been his student, once upon a time. And then a lot happened. She'd died. He'd killed her dad. He'd died. He'd tortured her. He'd died again. He came back to life. He got engaged to Jo, and she was pregnant. Jo died. The babies were transferred into Caroline. Despite her originally seeming horrified at the whole thing, he saw her face when Valerie revealed the twins on the ultrasound to them. She'd looked thrilled that this was real, that the babies were alive and safe, and he'd felt much the same way.

She'd not shut him out of the pregnancy, as she could have easily done, seeing as they weren't really anything to each other; friends, sure, but not close ones. He remembered how extremely enthusiastic she'd been, how many of the books she'd proudly announced to have read, and how he'd been reading the same ones. He remembered how she'd poured her heart out to him about her worries on if she was doing this right. He remembered the baby shower, where he'd heard her infectious laughter as he punched the air for doing up the diaper on the baby doll the fastest. Then, he'd come over to talk to her and the babies had kicked. He'd put his hand on her stomach and she'd said she could tell them apart, "of course". He chuckled at the memory.

Soon after that was a worse memory though, one of her sorting through the shower gifts as he came in, telling him she'd found the letter. He didn't want to move away from her, just Mystic Falls. Anyway, he'd been under the impression that she didn't want to be involved once the babies were born. She still denied that she did, but he could see it in her face. Her voice had cracked as she'd told him it was a good idea for him and 'his' babies to move away.

When Stefan had called him to say she was in labour, he'd hurried over as fast as he could and watched with pain as she struggled under the siphoner powers of the babies, determined to drain her. As he wheeled the twins down the corridor he whispered, "we're going to see Caroline now. Don't hurt her, you kinda owe her."

He rounded the corridor into her hospital room and saw her sat on the bed, tears falling from her eyes. She'd just hung up her phone and placed it down, forcing herself to look a little put together. "Oh my god," she said, her hands at her face, clearly stunned by the reality of it all.

He offered her a small smile. "You wanna hold them?"

"Are you sure that's okay?" She asked, her voice heavy with emotion. She moved her hands down, her eyes never leaving the kids.

He shrugged. "Yeah, Valerie said it shouldn't be a problem... something about the umbilical cord, I dunno..." he bent down and picked up one of his daughters, cradling her like a collector would hold his most prized, beloved object. "I was a little distracted," he chuckled, lowering her down into her surrogate mother's arms. "This is Josie," he told her. "In honour of their mother." She gave him a soft, empathetic look and then her eyes were back to Josie, cradling her in the same way he just had. Her eyes took in their daughter's beautiful little face, while he moved back over to the other twin. "And this one," he lifted her up to cradle her. "This is Elizabeth." Caroline's head shot up, and her eyes started to tear up. "In honour of your mother."

He'd wanted to do something for her, to show her how much he appreciated her, how thankful he was, how much he loved her. He was in love with Caroline Forbes, and he was almost certain she didn't love him back, but as they held a long gaze and then looked at the children they shared, he saw the huge smile blooming on her face, the biggest one he'd seen on her face in well, ever, and he thought to himself, maybe if didn't matter. Maybe this was enough.