One Night, Two Lines, Nine Months - A Klaroline Fanfiction

"Hi. We need to see an ob-gyn."

The receptionist looks up, smiles mindlessly when she is greeted by the sight of a handsome young man in a crisp tailored shirt with the sleeves pulled up mid-arm.

Damon Salvatore looks younger than his age of twenty seven, gratitude to his casually worn dark hair and stunning eyes of clear blue. He is not at all muscular but the confident smirk that graces his taut face sends a message that it's probably not good to mess with him (and it isn't). An expensive Tag Heuer watch adorns his left wrist, but even without this he can hump his way through the greater Chicago metropolis (and he does) because to put it simply, he is gorgeous and he knows it.

Not immune to the Salvatore charm, the receptionist briefly considers flirting, but she drops the idea quickly when she sees a flash of gold from behind Damon. And then the receptionist remembers that he's here asking for a certain kind of doctor - that certain kind of doctor.

"Please fill in these forms." She simply says, handing Damon a clipboard and a pen.

He begins to read the first lines printed on the paper.

Patient's Name. Age. Date of Birth.

He thinks for a moment and then grins as he writes down 'Barbara Millicent Roberts'. He jots down '23' on the next item, remembering that 'the patient' is the same age as his younger sibling, Stefan the Better Brother. However, he can't for his life remember when her birthday is. Funny that he should forget; her birthday last year goes down as one of the most dramatic (he's trying to avoid saying 'worst') days of his life, which the two of them spent at a swanky hotel in Cabo with a lot of guilt (for his part) and crying (for her part) and no sex whatsoever (this is the part that makes him saddest).

"Hey, when's your birthday again?" He turns around and asks.

The receptionist catches a glimpse of the girl behind him and is suddenly glad that she decided not to flirt.

Caroline Forbes is very pretty, to say the least. Waves of sunshine gold hair cascade to her shoulders, gently framing her thoroughly absorbing sky blue eyes. She gives the impression of sweetness and innocence, to which Damon comments that the first might be partly true but the second is definitely not. Today she has on a casual ensemble of a green dress and pastel pink flats, and it is a youthfully refreshing sight, really - but the crease in her forehead and the death glare that she shoots at Damon makes her look downright murderous.

"Seriously, you can't remember when my birthday is?" She cries in disbelief, recalling the past year.

Damon rolls his eyes. "If I knew when it is, I wouldn't be asking you, would I?"

He gets a smack in the arm for a reply.

"Ugh. I don't know why I put up with you." Caroline huffs. She would have said more, but her phone has begun to ring and she fishes it out of her hand bag.

She cringes, feeling a slight nervousness when she sees the name 'Stefan' in the caller ID. She shows it to Damon and takes a second to bite her lower lip before pressing the 'answer' button.

"Hey, Stefan."

"Hi, Care. Is Damon with you? I've been trying to call him for the past thirty minutes and he hasn't been answering."

"Uh, yeah, he's right here."

She shoves the phone into Damon's hands and the later frowns in confusion before taking the phone to his ear.

"Sup, Stef?"

"Where the hell are you and why haven't you answered any of my calls?" Stefan practically screams. Damon has to hold the phone away from his ear to save his auditory senses and Caroline knows that he's not exaggerating because she can hear every single word that Stefan said, and her phone isn't on loudspeaker.