"We cannot allow Amari to spend any more time with those pack kids!"

"Why? They're her family, and she loves them. Solitude is not cut out for all of us, you know?"

"I live in a house with two of my siblings, a wife and two kids under five. I hardly think that qualifies as solitude."

"Then why don't you want Amari with the other kids?"

"Because, love, my perfectly cultured daughter is now obsessed with Disney movies. She won't even sit with me for our reading sessions anymore!"

Bonnie tried to hide the chuckle, but it was impossible. How could she not laugh when Nik was throwing a temper tantrum over not having their daughter's undisputed attention anymore?

She had been dreading this moment ever since it became clear that Amari would be a social butterfly, eager to please and charm everyone around her. In a way, her firstborn reminds Bonnie of Klaus. Just like her father, Amari likes to be the sun, the bright center of their world. It was not surprising that the little girl relished in being with her extended family, ordering all the younger kids around and being happy because of it.

It was also not surprising that Klaus would be disconcerted with Amari's newfound independence at the tender age of four and a half. For a big, bad, hybrid, Klaus was quite the doting father. He may not always show it, but Bonnie knew he loved the tea parties, reading her stories. As a matter of fact, Bonnie would say that he's never looked as serene as when he has Amari in his lap, humming as they rocked on the creaky chair on the porch. Amari had completed Klaus more than her husband cared to admit, so it was no wonder he was suffering from separation anxiety.

"Aww, Nik. That's what some little girls do. They want to watch Frozen over and over again," Bonnie said, chuckling as he scoffed.

Klaus had gotten used to lots of aspects of parenthood; he would gladly spend an entire afternoon in the backyard running after her, but Little Einsteins or Puppy Dog Pals were a little too much for him.

if someone were to tell Bonnie she would have her own little makeshift family with the Mikaelsons siblings and her two children, she would have laughed them off. As a teenager, the thought of coexisting with any of the Mikaelsons sounded like a sick joke to her. Now, she's trying to comfort a jealous and rattled Klaus.

"Little girls also love their daddies, Nik," she assured him before wrapping both arms around his waist. "You are the world to her. You know that, right?"

He nodded, but his silence made her look up in concern. A silent, pondering Klaus was never a good thing. It didn't take too much of that for Bonnie to figure out this was more than Disney movies and annoying sing-alongs.

"Talk to me, Nik. We're a team, remember?" Bonnie pleaded, rubbing her cheek against the fabric of his shirt. "You can tell me anything."

"What if they grow up to hate me?"

His question was so quiet that Bonnie almost missed it. The words broke her heart as she realized what he meant.

"They won't stay little and innocent for too long. Soon, they will become knowledgeable of my past deeds. What will happen when that day comes? I have decimated families for no reason, my cruelty knew no bounds. How will I look at them knowing that I have caused so much pain?"

They had not completely disclosed their supernatural heritage to Amari, as she was still so young and they wanted to keep her innocent for a little longer. However, both of them knew their little bubble wouldn't be intact for too long. Soon, they would have to face the reality and come clean to their children. Bonnie understood what got Klaus so bothered. Their past, his, in particular, was checkered, to say the least. He had come a long way, but Bonnie could tell there was still that nagging doubt in the back of his mind. The voice that kept telling him he wasn't worthy of happiness after causing so much havoc was still loud and clear. Bonnie knew she wouldn't be able to completely silence that voice – Klaus carried a thousand-year-old emotional baggage on him that couldn't be dissolved just like that- but she still wanted to comfort him.

"I knew and I found a way to see you. I was able to see Nik, the insomniac man who likes to play the piano at midnight and doesn't mind watching trashy reality shows with me. Yes, you've caused pain, but that isn't who you are, not anymore."

"What would I do without you, love?" Klaus wondered as he breathed her in; the familiar scent of her shampoo lulling him into a calmer state.

"Live a very dull existence, I guess. Blood and guts get boring after a while."

"One may say the joy in life lies within a pack of diapers. I reckon that is the reason I am so delirious," he commented; right hand moving to rest on the curve of her stomach. The four-month bump had just started to become noticeable, and Klaus couldn't be any more pleased.

"I still can't believe you got me knocked up again."

"What can I say, love? Expanding our family is one of my favorite past times."

The pregnancy had taken all of them by surprise, especially because it came so soon after Asher's birth. Bonnie had panicked, overwhelmed at the thought of raising three kids under five. Klaus, the little fertile fucker, seemed to be beside himself when he found out she was knocked-up again. For a thousand-year-old hybrid who was once so intent on destroying his enemies and becoming King of New Orleans, Klaus seemed to enjoy making babies more than anyone would expect.

"So, you think you can learn how to appreciate the fine cinematic productions from Disney?"

"I would not count on that fact, little witch. I will probably have to educate our daughter on other forms of entertainment. Perhaps I can teach the little wolves something as well."

Bonnie crinkled her nose in a hint of confusion, not sure if that was a good idea. With Christmas coming around, she sure did not need Niklaus attempting to corrupt the children.

"Uh, no. No teaching the kids how to misbehave," Bonnie said with an almost desperate voice. Amari was a force of nature without any encouragement, and Asher, her sweet little boy, seemed to be following that path. "Instead of going to the compound tomorrow and attending whatever little party Marcel has planned, why don't you come home earlier? We're finishing up Christmas decorations."

Despite himself, Klaus released a deep sigh, not at all anxious to participate in the ridiculous, enormous fanfare Rebekah liked to create every single year.

"I know it's not your favorite activity, but it's little man's first Christmas," Bonnie said, wrapping her arms around Klaus' and pulling him closer until her chin rested on his shoulder. "Please?"

"I believe my presence at the compound will not be needed, after all," Klaus finally said; trying to ignore the way her smile makes his heart flutter.

Seeing that smile almost makes the thought of being surrounded by Christmas ornaments and annoying songs worth it. Almost.

A/N: Happy New Year, you guys! To celebrate 2018, I decided to post a little Klonnie something that I found sitting on my laptop.