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Chapter 18

Caroline tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. It was no use. She was a stomach sleeper and that just wasn't possible anymore. She had to admit she was both nervous and excited for her little girl to arrive.

Rebekah had been working like crazy the past few weeks to get her room perfect. She was quite perplexed that they hadn't come up with a name yet. She kept harassing them so she could put the name on the wall. It wasn't that easy. Thankfully the name was one of the only things her and Klaus fought about. It was more of a playful argument than anything else. Although sometime very soon they were going to have to get serious about it.

Things had gone remarkably smooth. They were getting along and she felt that she really knew him, the real him. She still couldn't bring herself to tell him how she really felt though. She wasn't really sure why, perhaps because he hadn't said anything either. Hearing those three words would mean the world to her, but she knew it was a struggle for him. All the feelings and emotions weren't something he was good at. What if he didn't feel the same way?

Not to mention she knew he had doubts about his capability to love. She had tried to reassure him, but it didn't seem to help. His father, well Mikael, had been awful to him beat him physically and verbally. She knew his greatest fear was being a horrible father. She had found that out accidentally.

She shuddered as she remembered. He'd woken her up having a nightmare. She'd tried to wake him, but instead had accidentally entered his dream. She'd only seen a few seconds before he'd realized what was happening. It had been enough. She closed her eyes and a tear slid down as she remembered.

The sun had been bright scorching hot. She 'd immediately realized something was wrong when she'd heard the crack of something hitting flesh. Horrified she'd turned and gasped at the sight unfolding before her.

A man was on the ground on his hands and knees. His long blonde curly hair in his face so she couldn't see it. His shirt was bloodied and ripped along the back from where he'd been struck so many times. Another blonde haired man stood over him with what looked like a belt, or something like it.

"How dare you disgrace this family again boy. Your worthless." He'd snarled as he struck him again.

"I'm sorry father." Klaus had sputtered. Her heart had just about stopped when she'd heard his voice.

"Did you really think you could get away with it boy? I should throw you out to the wolves. No one loves you, no one would miss you." He raised the belt again.

"Stop." She yelled unable to bare seeing him struck again.

Suddenly they were both awake. Klaus had been so startled he'd grabbed her but had refrained from hurting her. "What are you doing?" He snarled in her face. He was clearly on the verge of losing all control.

Tears pricked at her eyes. "I'm sorry." she whispered. "I didn't mean to. I was trying to wake you. I'm so sorry."

"I don't want to be like him Caroline." He'd whispered staring down at her.

Emotions splayed across his face and than she saw a tear trickle down his cheek a second before his lips had come crashing down on hers. It had always surprised her how he could be so raw and rough, but never come close to hurting her. In fact a part of her liked it. This sex was full of angst and passion, it was wild and hot and full of desperation and need. It was the only part of the monster he ever showed her.

"You ok love?" Klaus asked looking up at her with a smirk.

She smiled shaking the images from her head. They had never talked about that night. Maybe someday he would open up to her completely. It hurt to think that a thousand years later those memories still hurt him so. That his father was still abusing him after all this time. She could only hope that with Mikael's death it would help ease the pain even if just a little.