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"Okay, so do you want to be Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie?" She asked, pouring the imaginary tea into the tea cup. Klaus ignored her. "Milk and sugar?" She asked, in the worst British accent he'd ever heard. She'd picked it up from Caroline, much to his chagrin. "Klaus?"
"What?"

"Do you want to be Pinkie Pie or Rainbow Dash?"
"What?" He repeated, wrinkling his forehead in confusion. Maisie rolled her eyes.

"We're playing My Little Pony."

Klaus scoffed. "We are not." Maisie rolled her eyes again, as if she were the adult, and he were the child. She paused for a moment, before climbing onto his lap. She took his cheeks between her hands, and began to squish the together, forcing his mouth to move.

Again, in that awful British lilt, "Oh, Maisie, Darling. It would be my honour-" She's venturing dangerously close to sounding Australian. "to play My Little Pony with you." Maisie gasped, releasing his face to clap her own cheeks in surprise.

"Oh, Klausy! You're the best!" She resumed squishing his cheeks together.

"You're the best kid a boy could ask for!" She insisted. "You know that Hello Kitty karaoke machine you wanted? I'm going to get it for you. And, if you don't mind, Sweetheart, I'd love to be Pinkie Pie."

"Great! I'll go get the wings." She announced, before placing a wet, slobbery kiss straight on his mouth.

Caroline arrived home, after two weeks in Mystic Falls, with a knot in her stomach, terrified that they've murdered each other.

She is more than surprised to find Klaus, Kol, and Elijah singing 'Story of my Life', by One Direction', into three Hello Kitty microphones.

She is even more surprised to find that when the course comes around, there is choreography.

Maisie came home crying, her knee bruised, and bleeding.

"What is it?" Klaus asked, standing as soon as they enter. Maisie had her head buried in Caroline's shoulder, sobs wracking her body. Caroline brushed her hand through her hair, and rubbed her lower back. "Maisie, Sweetheart." Caroline shook her head, and brings the little girl into her room.

"Sweetie?" She asked, as she placed a plaster over her knee. "What happened at school?"

"Somebody-" She started, her breathing shaky. "Somebody pushed me." She wiped her nose in her sleeve, Caroline winced, and made a mental note to wash it when she's happier.

"Who?"

"Tyler- Tyler Marshall."

"A little boy pushed you over?" Caroline asked, barely keeping the smile from taking over her face. Her joy, however, was short lived, as Klaus stormed into the bathroom. Fists clenched, through gritted teeth, he all but growls.

"A boy pushed you over?" He asked, crouching in front of her. Maisie nodded, throwing her arms around Klaus's neck, she buried her head in his shoulder. "There, there, Sweetheart. No need to worry about that vile, little creature."

"Klaus." Caroline admonished, rolling her eyes. Klaus simply glared at her. "Maybe, he likes her." She added, following them into the kitchen. Klaus sat Maisie on the counter, proceeding to remove the cookie dough ice cream from the freezer. Maisie grinned.

"She hasn't had her dinner."

"I don't care." Klaus replied, taking a spoonful, and then offering Maisie one. "Our little angel has had an awful day. Pushed over by a tyrant."

"And he called me a poo head!" Maisie interjected.

"And he called her a poo head." Klaus repeated. Caroline rolls her eyes, and watches, with a small amount of glee, as they pass the spoon back and front, gossiping about her classmates, as though they'd been best friends for years.

"There's a storm coming, Klaus." Marcel said, cackling as he walked around him. "And Brother, ain't going to be many of us making it out alive."

"Oh, Daddy." Maisie swooned, twirling into the living room. Klaus can't believe she's been with them a year.

"Good day at school, Love?" He asked, sipping his tea. She climbed onto his lap, and he lets her have a taste.

"The best." He nodded, and waited for her to elaborate. "Daddy, I'm in love."
Klaus spit out his tea.

"What?"

"With Tyler Marshall!"

"The little snot who's been bullying you?"

"Uh-huh." She bit her lip, before allowing that goofy grin to spread across her face. "It was magical. He's my boyfriend now." She announced casually, before jumping down of his lip. "What's on TV?"

"Maisie Mikaelson, what do you mean he's your boyfriend?"

"We kissed."

"What?!" Caroline ran from the bathroom hearing Klaus's shouting.

"What happened?" She asked, examining Maisie for injury.

"Our daughter has a boyfriend."

"Oh Tyler?" Caroline asked, and if looks could kill-she'd be dead. "It's no big deal. It's sweet."

"It's not sweet. He's not her boyfriend."

"Yes he is!" Maisie shouted, stomping her feet repeatedly. Caroline knows where she's gotten that temper from. "He kissed me," Klaus winced. "and he gave me some of his animal crackers."

"That's so cute!" Caroline said, sharing in her daughter's happiness.

"Maisie, you can't have a boyfriend. You're too young. I won't allow it, not in my house. You can have a boyfriend when you're thirty, maybe." Maisie sighed heavily.

"Daddy, we're in love. He thinks that I'm, like, the prettiest girl in our kindergarten class."

"Maisie, Sweetheart." He picked her up, holding her at eye level, so that she can see how serious an issue this is. "Boys will say anything. They only want one thing." She looked from side to side then, as if someone might be listening in on their conversation.

In a deathly quiet voice, she whispered. "What do they want?" Caroline began to laugh, and Klaus began to sweat.

"They, uh, they- I... They want your animal crackers." Maisie laughed, and Klaus lowered her to the ground.

"Oh Daddy," She said, making her way to her bedroom. "He can have all of my animal crackers if he wants."

"I love her." He tells Caroline, as she plays with his curls.
"I know"

"I really love her." He repeats, and she knows it's hard for him to say.

"I do too."

"And that," He begins, his heart heavy. "is exactly why we have to give her up." Caroline nods, and tries not to cry, because she's known it for a while too.

"I know." She whispers. "It's not safe for her here,"

"I thought you were going to murder me." He jokes, his voice hoarse.

"This is the one thing I can't be selfish with, Klaus."

"I know." They only get an hours sleep that night, and when Klaus wakes up that morning, shortly after Caroline, his first glance is to the little cherub sleeping beside them.

"I really love her." He whispers, meeting Caroline's gaze.

"I know."

Hannah and Sam Waters are nice people. They can't have kids, and have been on an adoption list for three years now.

They own a large house in the country, with a garden, and a swing set, and a great dane, who they one day learn, Maisie had called Klausy.

They wipe her memory, and compel her to think of the Water's as family.

She cries every night for three weeks, and two days. But they can't understand why.

Caroline and Klaus watch from outside her window, until one night she stops crying, and they feel as though it's time to go.

Then, it's their turn to cry.

Six kids, thirty two grandkids, and sixty four great grandchildren, Maisie Waters lives to be a hundred and three.

On the Saturday night when she passed away, shortly beforehand, Klaus and Caroline sneak into her room. Her oblivious relatives talking in the living room. They sit on either side of the bed, a hand each, Klaus whispers,

"Remember,"

And as her eyes flutter open, they both hold their breath, as that goofy grin spreads across her face.

"I knew that you'd come back for me."