𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒, klaus mikaelson

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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A BABY GIRL

TYLER LEFT ONCE ALL OF THE YARD SALE ITEMS WERE ALLOCATED TO THE FOYER.

The storage room key was like a brick in her pocket as she sat at the kitchen island, eyes locked onto the clock on the stove. They'd managed to get the job done effectively enough, but that didn't mean Charlotte's mind wasn't elsewhere.

The entire thing made no sense. Charlotte's drivers license was sat just upstairs, and she'd travelled enough to know that her passport was entirely valid. Those were the kinds of documents that you absolutely needed a birth certificate for, y'know, to prove that you were a real person.

She'd never seen hers before, nor had she seen her brothers' until that afternoon. So therein lied the question on her mind: where the hell was her birth certificate? Where was the proof that she was in fact Charlotte Henry?

The front door opened, followed by the clacking of heels— a sound she associated with the woman she needed to talk to.

"Hey hon," Samantha greeted with a smile, grocery bags in her hands that she deposited onto the island. "Saw all your hard work by the door. Carol told me that Tyler stopped by to help, is that true?"

Charlotte nodded, trying to muster a grin in response. "Yeah he did."

"That's great," her smile seemed to widen. She spun to the fridge, unloading the groceries into their respective places within it. "Find anything worth keeping down there?"

"I found Nate and Josh's birth certificates."

A beat of silence.

Samantha laughed a little lightly, holding the jar of milk in her hands for a moment too long before putting it on the shelf. "I forgot those were down there," she responded, continuing on with her task. "I've got yours up in my office."

"Can I see it?" Charlotte asked.

"Why?" was her mother's immediate question, sparing her a fraction of a glance as she put a bag of apples into the crisper drawer. "Is there something you need it for?"

The brunette shrugged. "Just wanted to see it," she offered up in response. She wasn't sure why her mother was being so dodgy all of the sudden. "I do have one, don't I?"

Samantha closed the fridge door and turned to her daughter, a pinched look on her face. "Don't be silly, of course you do."

"Then, can I see it?" she repeated, her patience starting to dissolve. Her mother's mouth opened and closed, but before she could answer, the Henry girl stood from the barstool chair abruptly.

"I think you're lying to me."

"Charlotte," her mother all but chastised, and that alone made the brunette's agitation spike. "I don't understand why you want to—"

"Is everything alright in here?"

Charlotte had an easy smile on her face as her brother entered the room, though its sincerity was betrayed by the way her posture was pin straight. She was on edge. "Yeah," she dismissed. "Mom's just about to show me my birth certificate."

Nathaniel put his briefcase down on the kitchen table, turning back to shut the back door that he had entered through. "Is she?" he asked, confusion thick in his tone.

She caught the inflection immediately. "Why do you sound so confused?"

Their mother sighed, her hand thrown in the air. "Charlotte—"