Learning to Love
Summary: Y/N was a wolf Klaus slept with not long after Hayley. He hadn’t had time to track her down to check if she too had gotten pregnant, turns out he didn’t need to find her, she would hand delivered, baby in tow.
Klaus had met Y/N in a bar. She was sweet and shy and completely untouched by darkness despite being a werewolf. Klaus had taken her back to a hotel room and deflowered her among the sheets. He’d taken pleasure and pride in being her first, even if he had no intentions of seeing her again.
The memory of her had briefly flashed through his mind when he found out Hayley was pregnant. He had slept with Y/N rather soon after Hayley, was it possible he had impregnated another wolf? Klaus pondered it but the idea was swept away with all the other drama he had tangled himself in.
So it was quite the surprise when he stood in the witches cemetery again, arms folded as he waited for Genevieve to make her big reveal, and Y/N was pushed out in front of him. Eyes wet and scared as she kept begging for something through the gag.
Klaus frowned and looked to the witch, his expression slipping into something more dangerous when another witch emerged holding a baby. One that drew an immediate cry of desperation from Y/N.
Nobody had time to threaten or do anything before both witches lay dead on the floor with snapped necks and Klaus held the baby. He couldn’t help but stare for a second, immediately finding the similarities between the little girl and himself. His head turned when Y/N whimpered again and he quickly came over, pulling the cloth out of her mouth and breaking the restraints from when wrists and ankles.
The infant was stolen from his arms, cradled lovingly as she cried quietly.
Klaus swallowed thickly, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder gently. “Y/N?” He whispered, checking it was definitely her.
Her eyes opened, looking back at him as she held her daughter a little tighter. “I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with us.” She sniffed. “Especially not enough to come take us in the night.” Her eyes still welled with tears and Klaus quickly shook his head.
“I didn’t order anybody to do this, love. I had no idea you’d had my child.” He quickly assured, feeling his own heart race as she looked at him with fear. “I didn’t know, love, I promise.” He cupped her face, attempting to convey how much he meant it through his eyes.
Y/N sniffed and searched his expression before nodding, believing him.
He glanced her down slowly, feeling worse when he realised the witches had literally plucked them from sleep. She as in pajamas, the little girl too.
Klaus brought her home immediately, his hand not leaving her as they went straight up to his room.
“What’s her name?” He had asked quietly on the way back in the car.
“Willow.” She answered, watching his eyes dart to his daughter’s sleeping face
“She’s beautiful”
Rebekah thought so too. The blonde couldn’t stop taking pictures of her and telling Y/N how devastated she was that they hadn’t known earlier.
“We have to get back home soon.” Y/N told them all one night at dinner and Klaus had immediately frowned.
“This is your home now.” His confusion was almost comical.
“I used all my savings on our house.” She told him, sadness filling her at the idea of not returning. “All Willow’s things are at home.”
So they went to visit this house of theirs
Klaus was in awe of the domesticated scene. Of the baby toys and items scattering the rooms. Things messy yet organised all at once.
He sat silently as Y/N read a story book to Willow, her tone changing for the different characters. His mouth twitched into a smile at her growing facial expressions.
“I don’t have a spare room.” She told him, her face blushing pink as she scratched the back of her neck. “I can get some spare blankets for you?” She offered and Klaus blinked at her.
With reluctance but without complaint, he slept on her couch with the spare blanket and one of her pillows. The scent of lavender filled his nose as he rest against it, his eyes fluttering closed easily.
The other Mikaelsons stayed at home, they were confident that Klaus would convince Y/N to come back to New Orleans.
However, he wasn’t so sure that was what was best. Not when he woke up in the night, thinking he’d heard Willow’s cries, climbed up the stairs and found Y/N nursing their baby to her naked chest.
Her eyes had gone wide and her face red when she realised he was there and one of Willows square blankets was hastily held over her bare skin.
“Oh god-“ she whimpered and Klaus smiled, amused by the innocent exclamation.
“It’s alright love, I’ve seen it all before.” He teased before coming to crouch down beside the rocking chair, gently moving the blanket to watch his child feed. “Besides, I’m not here to make you feel uncomfortable. I want to be here for you, both of you.” He murmured, his fingers gently stroking his daughter’s head, feeling the soft little hairs that had grown just barely.
“Okay…” Y/N shifted, adjusting Willow’s position making the baby fuss for a moment before latching back on. Klaus glanced up, seeing slight discomfort in the way Y/N’s brows pinched together.
“What’s wrong?” He asked immediately, his hand coming to the top of her back gently.
“Nothing, she’s just not getting much…” she mumbled, carefully moving Willow over to her other breast. Klaus watched her hand cup her own breast in a ‘C’ shape, encouraging the milk into Willow’s mouth.
When he noticed Y/N’s eyes starting to flutter, he gently replaced her hand, holding her breast with no vulgar intentions as she whispered to him how to do it better.
“Like that?” He asked and she nodded.
“Yeah, that’s good. See? She’s content.” Y/N smiled, both of them now watching Willow’s happy face.
Klaus helped put her back down to sleep, having Y/N guide him. His eyes lingered on their child as she slept peacefully. A slither of guilt wrapped around him, because he should have tried to find her when he found out he could have children. He had known deep down. Y/N had the same guilt for not finding him too.
“I’m really glad you’re here.” She whispered and he looked to her, a warm smile gracing his face as he leaned to gently kiss the corner of her mouth, careful not to look back down at her bare chest that she now clumsily tried to cover again with the little blanket. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Y/N smiled, heading back to her bedroom and letting Klaus admire their little girl for a moment longer before heading back down to the living room.
In the morning, Willow was sat in her bouncer babbling and squealing at him as he held different toys out in front of her.
He glanced over his shoulder seeing Y/N leant over the kitchen counter, caressing her temples gently whilst the kettle boiled and the toaster dinged. Again, a swirl of guilt hit him and Klaus got up, heading over to help her.
“Jam?” He questioned, undoing the jar of strawberry when she nodded and spreading it over her toast. He set it down in front of her, followed by decaf coffee, she told him Willow couldn’t have caffeine in her milk. Then he returned to Willow, keeping her entertained until Y/N was ready to feed her again.
“Can I?” He asked, wanting to help again. Y/N only smiled and helped him hold her right to ensure Willow was drinking.
“So, how old is Hope?” She asked.
“Almost eight months.” He smiled and Y/N tilted her head.
“Willow’s only six. I wonder if they’ll be in the same class at school.” Y/N mused and Klaus hummed, looking up at her quietly.
Things had fallen much easier into place with Y/N. No Dahlia, no Esther or Mikael.
Just Y/N and Willow.
Within a week, Klaus knew he wasn’t going to be bringing them back to New Orleans. No, very much the opposite. Instead, he brought everyone else to her.
Everyone was moving into their own houses throughout the neighbourhood and visiting frequently.
Hayley came over often, wanting to learn techniques and advice from Y/N because even though Willow was younger, Y/N had spent more time with Willow than Hayley had been able to spend with Hope. Y/N had more experience than Hayley.
At times, her eyes would prick with tears, like when Willow sat up for the first time with no support and everyone had happened to be around for dinner. They had all clapped and cheered, Y/N was overjoyed and Klaus had kissed her without thinking.
Not that anybody mentioned that. Y/N had gone bright red and turned back to Willow to celebrate her.
Or when Y/N would ask to have some privacy so she could breast feed, something Hayley couldn’t do after Hope got used to being bottle fed whilst away with Rebekah.
It was a completely different story for Y/N and Klaus. Things were just easier.
Y/N put her foot down, she didn’t want to live in a big house with everybody. She didn’t want to hear about witches and vampires.
Klaus would assure her that everything would be fine on the full moon, when she would go out into the woods and he would stay home alone with Willow and sometimes Hope too. Turns out looking after two infants was quite the handful.
Y/N would come home to find him fast asleep still sat up on the couch, both babies asleep in their cribs.
Klaus finally felt like a father.
He finally knew that Mikael hadn’t completely screwed him up. He was a good dad and he loved all his girls.
