11STORY: Erik
Pairing: KLAROLINE
Rate: T
Summary: In which Caroline is a non sexy Math teacher to Erik Mikaelson.
Notes:
U (1 in Catalan), This is TRISTEGA a "story" on FF that will hold my drabbles. Tristega means "stories" in Latin so I thought it a good name for this.
Dos (2) redsnaps on tumblr. rrvolkova on twitter.
ERIK
(story 1)
Caroline and Erik were at the kitchen. The little boy, no more than eight, was moving his fingers in front of his face almost in a dancing pattern.
"No, Erik. If you are eating three apples how many are left?"
"Less than 27, right?" His little voice was so sweet. He looked over his shoulder at his father who was quietly chopping onions for their meal. Erik eyes followed the knife. Would his father go back into teach him how to throw knifes after he has learnt Math?
His father was tall and handsome, so was his mother, but beautiful and not manly. Far from it. She wore pretty dresses, heels and her hair changed shape a lot from one day to another. Erik though their parents were great. They knew so much! And they were so strong!
Caroline had to call her child's attention so they'd get back to work. It did tired up Caroline, having to force Erik into paying attention to things he wasn't so interested in but she more or less did well usually.
Not that day.
Erik was paying to much attention to Klaus, still working in their food. Erik eyes were following his father's hand with interest.
Then she saw it.
"Damn it Klaus, you've been teaching him how to throw knifes again!" why border asking. A direct accusation was just as effective.
Erik was the one to answer.
"No mom, he didn't. It was just a secret!"
Great kid, though Klaus. Maybe it was too soon. He doesn't even know how to keep it secret.
"We were just having fun" explains Klaus. Caroline can see what he is doing. The puppy face. He wanted Caroline to let it go with a sweet face and a smile. Damn it, why did he had to know he was too lovely. The momma bear state could keep going too long like this.
But she had to be strong!
"No Klaus. throwing knifes is violent. Erik shouldn't know such violent things. He is still in Primary School!"
"But momma, throwing knifes helps. It makes me quiet and it relaxes me" Erik looked over his father for approval. Klaus had a content expression, he liked what Erik said. As they ha practiced for situations like these. "And if something bad happens I can fix it fast with just a knife. Always protected mom!"
Klaus had to control himself. That kid had a nice memory for the wrong things. Now after Erik had quoted him he surely was in trouble.
Caroline didn't say anything and told Erik to pay attention again.
Trouble.
Half an hour later, with Erik gone and all the homework done: "I have to sleep on the couch, right?"
"What do you think, sweetheart?"
Her perfect copy of his accent was annoying.
English is not my first language, is my THIRD!
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Reviews here please *klausy puppy face*