𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓 || the originals (2)

𝐱𝐢. Come as you are.

❝Sometimes happy memories hurt the most.❞

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Cries filling both of their ears, Klaus and his daughter turned to the small stroller sat by a woman's side, her arms softly moving it as she leaned her chin over the top side of it and moved a small bunny plush out of the way.

"They need a name, Hayley", a familiar voice stated from the doorway, the wolf only sighing to herself.

Her soft eyes fell upon the two babies giggling among themselves, a small frown settling on her features, "Zoe?", she murmured quietly, "Caitlyn?", she added, her eyes drifting to the blond staring down at her, "Katherine?", she suggested out loud.

Klaus scoffed instantly, "God, no", he groaned, an amused smile spreading into his lips before dropping as he noticed the worried expression on the brunette's face.

"I never knew I could love something so much", she whispered with a monotone voice as she looked at the two, "It honestly feels-", she spoke with a hesitant stutter before she looked up, "Awful", she stated, her head shaking slightly, "Like it might kill me".

The hybrid sighed, "It nearly did", he emitted shamefully, voice filled with guilt and self hatred, "I'm sorry the beginning of their life was so violent", he apologized quietly, he didn't want to send his daughters away but they disn

Hayley shook her head to dismiss his words, "It's not your fault, Klaus", she smiled reassuringly, "I know that you fought for us", she spoke firmly.

"You know", the man started, "When Elijah thought you were dead, he said we'd lost our family's only hope", he chuckled, his eyes wandering around the small room as the female hybrid appeared to be in thoughts.

"Hope", she repeated after him, the word bringing a smile to her lips, "Hope Mikaelson", she grinned, Klaus humming along her words, "Hope Andrea Mikaelson".

Picking the youngest baby, the hybrid chuckled softly as he felt her palms land on his cheeks, her fingers squishing his skin with happy giggles, "What about you, my little miracle?", he murmured, a small laugh bubbling out of him as the child poked his dimples, -both of their current selves smiling at the memory which the youngest did not remember having.

"So I am a miracle, miracle baby after all", the redhead chuckled, her figure leaning against her father's and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, "Of course you are, little angel", he smiled, his lips pressing shortly onto the top of her head.

Hayley chuckled, "What about Miracle", she spoke with a small smile as she noticed the hybrid talking to the baby in his arms and asking her if she liked the name, his grin growing as the child giggled loudly in approval.

"Miracle Mikaelson it is", he announced proudly, the brunette smiling at the conversation starting once again between him and his daughter, the latter only laughing loudly, "Miracle Camille Mikaelson", Hayley added quietly, the man nodding in return, thanking her for the sweet gesture.

Vision slowly disappearing, the hybrid and his daughter were sucked back into reality, the latter's eyes fluttering open and looking around him before looking down at the head weighting his chest down.

Large smile stretching onto his lips, Klaus chuckled quietly as the redhead's soft snors filled his ears, her eyes closed shut and her finger digging tightly onto the man's waist in fears of the of him disappearing if she let go

His arms wrapped around her figure and he pulled the blanket over them both and snuggled closer to the teen girl by his side.

His daughter was perfect.

Granted, Klaus didn't actually know that many teenager, but that hardly mattered. He's pretty sure as a father he's allowed to be biased, and his daughter is clearly perfect. Both of them are.

She’s small, and delicate, and wholly alive. Her heartbeat is a soft, rapid thumping to his ears and he carefully traces the curve of her ear, his touch little more than a brush of air as he strokes her pink cheek. His daughter doesn’t stir, mercifully quiet as she sleeps in his arms.

As checking as it was considering the many fidgeting she's grown to do, she was a surprisingly calm baby, and even tho Klaus couldn't claim much first-hand experience with babies, he could still remember those first few weeks after Henrik was born and how his cries would wake them all up.

Camille squirmed a little in his arms, letting out a soft whine before settling down again leaving him amazed once again at how small and fragile she was in that moment.

She's strong, he knows that, -of course he does, yet she seemed so vulnerable, so small in his arms.

Then again he supposed his daughter might of had been tired from a rather eventful night of celebrating an event which her family and herself needed more than one could think.

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Eyes closed as she felt her father's fingers thread through her hair, the redhead chuckled to herself, the soft music playing on her radio drowning the small giggle as the hybrid's digits tickled her neck when he grabbed a thin strand.

Klaus was quite the stylist, as he was careful to brush Ira's slocks free of knots between each loop.

He's got the experienced fingers of an artist which helped him out a lot, but it wasn't about just that. The quadbrid remembers finding an old sketch of the three Mikaelson siblings with long hairand intricate looking braids decorating their heads.

Sometimes, she forgets how just ancient her father is is. That he’s this thousand year old ex-murderer hybrid who's only begun to experience life as a father of two teenage girls, one that had missed both of their childhoods and most of their adolescence.

"There you are, my littlest wolf", he cheerfully spoke, his fingers rolling the small curl dangling down from the girl's hair and onto her cheek, "How do you like it?", he quipped as he holds a mirror up.

The redhead stares at her reflection, "I look great", she smiled, admiring her long orange tresses, "Where did you learn to braid hair?", she wondered, "Did mom teach you?".

"Not really", he chuckled, thinking of the wolf's poor craftingskills.

Cami giggled softly with a sad smile, "Yeah", she sighed, "Come to think of it, she wasn't so good at doing my hair nor Hope's", the little girl pointed out with a chuckle.

"Is that so, sweetheart?", Klaus teased, his palm flattening over her head as he couldn't help but reach over in order to ruffle her curls.

Miracle crinkled her nose in response to her father’s touch and he notices the quiet hiss she let out as she accidentally touched the veins crawling up her shoulder and spreading over it like venom.

Klaus sighed, his face dropping considerably as he exhaled deeply, his eyes glaring holes onto the back lines as if hoping that they would just get his signs and evaporate.

"It's okay", the siphoner stated, Klaus sighing as he shook his head, "I'm okay, dad. Trust me", she let out, the man only scoffing as he rushed out of the room in a mean to hide his emotions and stop himself from blurting what he tried to tell her the earlier night.

The teen girl was on the verge of death, and she knew it, which was the main reason to why she was spending as much time with her father as she could while staying as far way from anything and anyone that could get her feelings to get overwhelmed, whether with anger, sadness, or even happiness.

Over the last few hours, her magic has been a bit fussy. More so than usual. It comes and goes as it pleases, and Camille had been left to wonder if she’ll ever be able totame such powerful abilities for the short while that she had left.