Caroline sighs at the knock on the door and moves her fringe from her face. She grabs her cheer hoodie from the sofa, pulling it over her as she flashes down the stairs. Another heavier knock makes her jump and she quickly opens the door.

She frowns at Klaus as he glares down at her, his eyes showing not anger, but confusion and worry. That quickly changes when he looks down her body, admiring her long legs under the large hoodie. "What do you want?" She asks confused and slightly embarrassed. She had expected Elena or Bonnie, at the most Stefan, so she didn't think her lack of jeans were going to be a problem. Her eyes flick to his folded arms as the bundle inside them moves. "What is that?" She asks, worry filling her embarrassment. He looks down at it and his body stiffens more as it moves again.

"Can I come in?" He practically begs. She nods, moving out of his way. He steps inside and thrusts the bundle in to her own arms. She barely gets a hold of it before he retracts his arms and shuts the door behind them.

"Why do you have a baby?" She squeaks, looking down at the small thing. She watches as it relaxes in her arms and moves in to her, nudging the fabric of her hoodie out of the way to rest on her arms.

"It was left on the porch with a note," he answers, a light growl in his voice as the walk to the front room. "I didn't kill it's parents if that is what you are implying, love," he adds, turning to her.

She rolls her eyes and sits on the sofa, resting her arms on her lap to get comfortable. "I wasn't implying anything," she counters. "I just wanted to know how you ended up on my doorstep at ten in the morning with a baby in your arms... and pure terror on face," she teases, smirking as his face turns straight.

"I'm not scared of it," he says, trying hard not to growl incase it scares the baby.

"You so are," she mutters, looking back to the baby. "The almighty, powerful hybrid comes crying to a baby vamp for help because he's scared of a baby," she teases, turning her voice in to more of a coo as she nuzzles the baby.

"A note was left with it," he mumbles, ignoring her taunts as he pulls folded paper from his pocket. Caroline looks up and carefully slides her arm from under the sleeping heap on her lap. She takes the note from him and frowns sadly as she unfolds it.

His name is Henry. Me and my partner have wanted a child since we were human, over 500 years ago. We found a witch who promised us a spell could help us. She failed to mention the difficulties of this spell. Last week the spell was cast. After I fed, I became six months pregnant. I fed again, and I went in to labour. He was born three days ago. He can only drink human blood, but when we fed him he aged six months. We can't keep him, he isn't what we wanted. I can't kill him myself, I could never kill my child, even though I don't want him. Please, get rid of him. Just don't try to find us and don't give him back. We'll be dead by the time you read this, the sun is rising in an hour.

Caroline blinks a few times at the note before looking down at the boy in front of her. "How could someone just hate their child like this?" She whispers. Klaus shifts to her side, sitting next to her and taking the note from her.

"I don't know, love," he answers honestly, "I don't see how people can hate something so pure."

She turns to him, startled by his words and the sincerity behind them. He keeps his eyes on the baby, trying not to let her know there was a double meaning behind those words.

"You should call your witch friend," he says. She nods and he glances at her, their eyes locking as they stare at each other. The front door opens and Klaus shoots up to his feet, putting distance between himself and Caroline.

Liz walks in, dropping the car keys in her hand. "What did I miss, now?" She squeaks. Klaus smirks, noticing the family trait and looks at Caroline to explain. She sighs, looking from him to her mom.

"Mom," she says calmly, "he isn't mine. In case you've forgotten, I'm a vampire." Liz relaxes a little and picks up her keys, placing them on the coffee table as she sits next to Caroline.

"Who's is he?" She asks, looking at Klaus. He frowns and tilts his head slightly.

"Sheriff Forbes," he addresses, "I think you should read this and I'll explain later." He hands her the note and allows her to read it before telling them the full story of the baby's appearance.

Caroline's jaw tenses as she looks away from him, rage and disgust filling her after hearing te treatment of such an adorable, innocent baby. "So... Henry... is going to need some essentials," Liz points out, looking at Caroline. "I'll write a list and you can go shopping for them whilst I'm at work," she tells her, rising from the sofa.

Caroline looks at Klaus, her face showing that sad frown again. He feels his stomach twist at her and his heart aches to comfort her. His eyes stay on hers, seeing tears form in them. He'll never understand a woman's connection to children, even other people's, but he can always admire it.

He walks over to her, sitting next to her again. She rests her head on his shoulder and he blinks down at her as she moves closer. "How can they hate him?" She asks, shaking her head against his shoulder. Before he knows what he's doing, his hand strokes her hair softly and he plants a kiss on the top of her head. She tenses slightly against him, but softens again as he continues to stroke her hair.

Liz walks in, watching them from behind with wide eyes for a moment before shaking it off, knowing how Caroline must be feeling. Liz walks over to the sofa with a sad smile on her face as she hands Klaus the list. She looks at Caroline's distant face and sighs quietly as she walks back towards the door. Klaus watches as the sheriff leaves and feels Caroline move away slightly. He drops his hand, his fingers lightly stroking against her arm as she sits up, Henry in her lap.

"I guess we should shop in the next town over," she mumbles, scooping Henry up and handing him to Klaus. He tenses at first, having something so vulnerable and weak in hisarms was new to him, but he relaxes as Caroline positions his body to suit the baby and him.

"I'll get ready and we can leave," she looks at him, her face showing disappointment and longing. Klaus knows it all too well, the feeling of wishing you were human again so you could have a bit of normality in your life. He's felt it once before, but not this strongly. He nods and she flashes away, leaving Henry and him alone on the sofa. He looks down at Henry and smiles slightly. He's not sure why, but his smile turns sad as Henry wriggles closer and balls up his tiny fingers in to fists, waving them around as he fights off the daylight that shifts through the curtains.

Caroline walks down the stairs in tight-fitting jeans and a light blue blouse that drapes over her body. He looks at her as she grabs her jacket from the hanger in the hall. "I'll call Bonnie on the way back," she says, stopping as she looks at Henry. "We haven't got a car seat," she realises, "How did you get him here?"

He looks away sheepishly. "I ran over here with him as soon as I found him, sweetheart. Didn't think the car was fast enough," he admits, waiting for her anger to flood out of her mouth. He frowns and turns around when he hears her burst in to laughter.

"I'm sorry," she giggles, "I just didn't realise you were that afraid of babies." He rolls his eyes at her jibe and rises with Henry in his arms. "You look more comfortable now, though," she tells him, smiling slightly as he holds Henry properly.

"I'm just copying you, love," he charms. She rolls his eyes and grabs her keys.

"We're taking my car," she tells him, "So let's go." He nods and follows after her, noticing the clock saying eleven thirty put him off. Surely everyone in this damn town is awake, how many of them were going to see them with this bloody baby in his arms. As if sensing Klaus' tension, Caroline turns on the porch and takes Henry from him, dangling the keys in her fingers. "Lock up and you can drive," she smiles.

He nods, smiling back at her in gratitude. "We'll have to stop off at the hospital and get some more blood bags," she tells him as they walk down the steps to her car, "Unless you want to get the Salvatore's and their stash involved."

He rolls his eyes as he opens the car door for her. "Fine," he sighs, "I'll sneak into the hospital later and grab some." He shuts the door after her as he sees her proud smirk and walks to the driver's side. He looks around at the empty street and sighs with relief as he climbs in.