𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 ━━ KLAUS MIKAELSON

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WHEN EMERY TOLD THE others she was pregnant, she didn't expect for them to be fine with it. She was definitely expecting judgement and was surprised when there were none. They only asked her whether she was sure about her decision of keeping it and offered their full support when she said yes.

When she informed them that Klaus had asked her to move to New Orleans with him, they made her promise to write to them at least twice a day and vice versa.

"Where are we going?" Emery asked for the third time and she watched as Klaus glanced at her, his eyes still held that familiar flicker of mischief. "You'll see."

He stopped outside a door, one that Emery had rarely seen Klaus pay much attention to before. She had been living here for the past three days and this door wasn't important to him, he did inform her that it was simply a guest room. He glanced down at her, the hint of a smile ghosting across his lips.

"I have a surprise for you," he murmured in that deep, velvety voice of his.

Emery raised a brow, curiosity piqued. "Really?" Instead of answering, he pushed open the door, allowing her to step inside first. As Emery entered, her breath caught in her throat.

The room, once a simple guest bedroom, had been transformed. In one corner, a large oak desk sat beneath a window gave her a clear view of outside. The desk was filled with neatly arranged supplies—pens, notebooks, and even a new laptop, all perfectly set for her to work. Above it, shelves were lined with books, some old and worn, others new and pristine. There were several spell books. On one wall, Klaus had hung a beautiful corkboard, already pinned with a few handwritten notes and reminders, likely from him.

But it was more than just the practicality of the space that made Emery smile. It was the way he had made it feel personal. Soft fairy lights draped along the edges of the room, their warm glow adding a cozy ambiance. A plush armchair sat beside the desk, with a vase holding flowers on a small side table.

Tucked away near the corner, by the wall stood large blank canvas. Next to them, a small, beautifully crafted table covered with several art supplies—brushes of all sizes, tubes of oil paints, watercolors, and even charcoal sticks neatly arranged. A palette rested on the table, clean and ready for use. He got them all for her. A drop cloth was spread beneath it all— to avoid stains.

Emery's eyes widened as they drifted over the setup. The faintest hitch in her breath betrayed how deeply touched she was. "This is. . ." She trailed off, genuinely out of words. But she was smiling widely as she turned to look at him. Klaus had his arms crossed, leaning casually against the doorframe, watching her reaction with a glint of satisfaction. "I thought you might need a proper space to do your studies. Somewhere peaceful. . . Quiet."

"You did all this for me?"

He pushed off the doorframe, closing the distance between them in a few long strides. He stepped behind her, his hands resting gently on her shoulders as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, his voice low and soothing. "Do you like it?"

"Yes," Emery tilted her head back slightly, letting her eyes close for a moment, savoring the warmth of his presence behind her. "You're incredible," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Klaus chuckled, pressing a light kiss to the side of her head. "Yes, I am," he replied, though the playful arrogance couldn't quite hide the happiness beneath it. He was glad she liked what he did for her.

She turned around, wrapping her arms around him, resting her head against his chest. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't thank me," his hands dropped to her waist as he held her close to him. "You deserve to have a space that's yours, where you can focus without distraction. I would've added a bed but. . ." He shot her a small smirk, "I'd rather have you in mine."