Can you please write more klaroline with Henrik? Like, Henrik gets distracted by a cute kitten and is found by Caroline. Caroline helps Henrik look for his older brother. Thank you!
Having yet another fight with her mom, Caroline had snuck away from the Council picnic. She was so not in the mood to suck up for the Miss Mystic votes she would need in the coming months. So, she ducked out to the lake, where she could hide below the ridge.
She had figured her mother or one of her friends would come looking for her. However, it wasn’t them who broke her peace of twenty minutes.
Turning, she saw a little boy toddle over the ridge, only for his face to crumple when he didn’t find the cat he had apparently been following. “Hello!” she called, just hoping he wouldn’t cry. Bonnie and Elena were the babysitters of the groups, not her. “Are you lost?”
“I saw a kitty,” he said helplessly. “Where it go?”
“I don’t know, sweetie.” Caroline watched in confusion as he ambled over to her and sat down. “Where are your grown-ups?”
He perked up a bit. “Nik!”
Sighing in relief, Caroline nodded. “Yes, Nik. Do you need help finding him?”
“Okay,” he said easily, standing when she did. He automatically grabbed her hand, startling her. “I’m Henrik.”
“Caroline,” she answered absently, making sure he didn’t topple down the hill as they walked to the party. “Do you like cats?”
“They’re furry. Nik likes dogs. Do you?”
She shrugged, scanning the crowd for any concerned adults looking for a missing child. “They’re okay, I guess.”
A surprisingly familiar face ran to meet them, and Klaus Mikaelson scooped up the little boy into his arms. “You were supposed to stay with Kol.”
“He’s with Bonnie, inside,” Caroline offered, remembering the awkward flirting ritual the two had fallen into yet again. “Henrik here was chasing a cat, over near the lake.”
Squeezing his brother a little more tightly, Klaus sighed. “Thanks for finding him. How have you been, Caroline?”
“Fine,” she answered quietly, still a little shell-shocked he knew her name. He had been a senior when she was a freshman, and her crush on Klaus Mikaelson had verged on mortifying back then. “I didn’t realize you were back in town.”
Klaus cleared his throat, apparently uncomfortable. “Art school wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” he admitted. “Mother let me move back home while I plan my next move. She actually pushed me to start subbing for some extra money.”
“At the high school?” Caroline winced at the squeak in her voice; he definitely heard, if his smirk meant anything. “I’m sure Rebekah will be happy to have you around.”
He snorted. “Not if I get to make judgments on the boys she’s hanging around,” he pointed out. “But I guess I’ll be seeing you. Thanks for catching this little one.” He cutely jostled the boy in his arms. “Say thank you, Henrik.”
“Thanks!” Henrik said, his chubby hand waving at her.
Caroline couldn’t help but smile back. “You’re welcome, Henrik.”
As they walked away, she found herself needing to cool off - and not from the heat. She always thought women were kidding about how attractive it was when a guy was good with kids…
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