The safe house wasn't feeling very safe at the moment. Not for Klaus, at least. The scent of coffee and something frying filled the air. There was a hum of activity downstairs—dishes clinking, soft laughter, and—oh, God forbid—the sound of morning happiness.
Klaus groaned, rolling onto his stomach, shoving a pillow over his head. The sun hadn't even fully risen, and already— There was chaos.
Another clatter of dishes. And— "AUNTY NAIRA! MY PANCAKE!"
Klaus gritted his teeth. He had super hearing.
Which meant that every damn sound felt like a personal attack.
More clanking.
More humming.
A door creaked.
The oven beeped.
"That's it," he muttered, kicking off the blankets.
He stormed downstairs.
And there she was.
Standing at the counter, back to him, whistling like some goddamn Disney princess, from those movies she had made him watch... flipping pancakes as Henry bounced on the stool beside her, chattering nonstop.
Klaus's expression was a thunderstorm.
"What the hell is all this?"
Naira barely glanced over her shoulder.
"Breakfast."
He blinked.
"Breakfast?"
Henry beamed, syrup already smeared across his mouth. "Pancakes! Uncle Nik, want you one?"
" Its you want one, Henry"...she quietly corrected...him just bobbing his head all giddy.
Klaus narrowed his eyes.
"No, I do not bloody want one."
Henry gasped. "But they have blueberries!"
Klaus sighed through his nose, rubbing his temples.
"Naira—"
"You're welcome, by the way," she interrupted, finally turning to face him, spatula in hand. "For feeding our nephew. And, might I add, for keeping him occupied all morning while you slept in like some royal prince."
Klaus scoffed. "I was not 'sleeping in,' little witch. I was avoiding the unholy racket you were making."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, so sorry for being functional before noon."
He exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Henry giggled.
"Uncle Nik,...gruwmpy people get extra syrup...you want some?"
Klaus stared.
Then, slowly—
"I hate both of you."
Henry just grinned through a mouthful of pancake.
Later that day...Henry was bouncing as Naira guided him toward the bathroom.
"I DO IT MYSELF!"
Naira sighed. "I know, I know, but last time you did it yourself, you nearly drowned the whole bathroom, Henry."
"No I do it!"
Naira laughed, rolling up her sleeves.
"Yeah, well, let's not make Uncle Nik's life harder than it already is, hmm?"
"Uncle Nik always gruwmpy...i do it pleaseee"
"That's his natural state, sweetheart."
Henry giggled.
And from downstairs, Klaus growled.
"I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU KNOW!"
Henry and Naira both dissolved into laughter.
Once Henry was settled, playing with his toy cars, Naira walked into the living room...And almost ran into Klaus. She stumbled back. He didn't move. For half a second, she thought— Maybe he was going to apologize.
Maybe he'd actually—
"Give me your phone."
She blinked. "What?"
"Your phone," he repeated, holding out a hand. "Now."...She huffed. "Why?"
He exhaled sharply. "Because, little witch, your phone still has the same number. Which means, if Dahlia is tracking our movements, she can—"
"Okay, fine, whatever,...but...." she muttered, digging into her pocket and handing it over.
Klaus took it.
And then—
He snapped it in half.
Right in front of her.
She gasped.
"WHAT THE—"
"There. Problem solved."
She gawked at him.
"You ass!"
"You're welcome," he smirked, tossing the shattered pieces onto the table.
Her fists clenched.
"Nik!! Do you know how many pictures I had on there?! My contacts?! My spells?!"
"Should've backed them up," he shrugged.
"You—! YOU—!"
She let out a frustrated noise, shoving past him.
"your mean!..."
"Ah, but you'll thank me later."
She threw a pillow at him. He caught it. Smirking. And she stormed away— Already plotting revenge....she needs to call Kol...but her phone...
Klaus chuckled.
Henry looked up from the floor, watching the whole thing.
Then— "Uncle Nik?" Klaus turned. "Hmm?" Henry grinned. "You like Aunty Naira." Klaus stared. "Go to bed, Henry." And Klaus— Just shook his head.
Maybe... Just maybe— This wouldn't be so terrible after all.
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Fanfiction"𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦...... 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣! " That was the last thing she remembered of her childhood...not even her name. She grew up too soon... but that little girl...
