Chocolatiered - Drabble
Caroline got a job.
Klaus scoffed at the idea at first. It was the modern world and she was a modern woman, but it still panged him to think about his woman, drudging along with the rest of the nine to five slaves. They had travelled the world, he gave her every luxury there was to give, and she would never want for anything for her entire existence. People worked because they had to, not because they wanted to.
But she wanted to.
It was three weeks into her job at the local Chocolatier, and every day she would come home covered in chocolate and flour. As time went on she started to come home with her work, baking away in the kitchen and perfecting her craft. He couldn’t say that he hated it because it always meant there were baked goods and small chocolate morsels around the house. Not to mention the aroma. It filled the house and before they knew it, they were enjoying the company of his family, her friends, and on occassion the Salvatores, more often than not.
"She’s getting really good!" Kol said as he popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth.
"Yes, she seems to be getting the hang of it." Klaus said, not looking up from his paper and cup of coffee. It was six o’clock in the morning and his family had already made an appearance.
"Mmmm, what did she make today?" Rebekah asked as she followed her nose into the kitchen. "Oh, chocolate covered pecans! Delightful!"
"Hello Rebekah, it’s nice to see you," Klaus rolled his eyes. That was pretty typical of his family. They weren’t here to see him, they were here for the chocolate. Milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, chocolate covered strawberries, chocolate truffles, chocolate meringue, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate…
Klaus stormed out of the kitchen, annoyed with the intrusion of his family once again.
"Whammt’s his mmmroblem?" Elijah asked with a mouthful of truffles.
"CAROLINE?!" Klaus stormed into the kitchen the next day, finally reaching his boiling point.
"What’s up?" She stood at the counter with a bowl and spoon in her hand, mixing her newest concoction. She was wearing her favorite apron, the one with all of the shirtless handymen holding power tools and grinning out at you. He hated that apron. Her hair was a little mussed and she had a bit of chocolate smeared on her cheek.
He rolled his eyes at the sight of her, but couldn’t help but soften, “Baking again? It’s three in the morning. Hasn’t the super market run out of chocolate yet?”
She smiled at him and continued to stir, “These are going to be amazing!” She walked over to him and dipped her finger in the mixture and brought it up to his lips. He turned his head quickly before she could give him a taste.
"What’s the matter with you? You love my chocolate." Caroline’s shoulders slumped as she pouted at him dropping her hand.
"I do love your chocolate, but I don’t like competing with it for your affections."
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