As soon as Damon walked through the door of the boarding house, he was met with the strong, sharp scent of vinegar. His nostrils flared as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Elena?" he called out down the hallway.
"In here," she said sang from the kitchen.
When Damon pushed open the kitchen door, the scent of vinegar grew stronger and he became more confused as he saw what was surrounding him.
"What is going on?" Damon murmured to himself as his eyes scanned the several jars sitting on the kitchen counter that were all filled with vinegar and cucumbers.
Damon turned around to see Elena reaching down from a cabinet with a jar of peanut butter in one hand, and when she turned he saw she had a half eaten pickle in the other. Looking between her arms, he could clearly see an apparent bump under her fitted t-shirt. He sighed tenderly and then moved his focus back to the pickle.
"What are you doing?" he asked, exasperated.
"I wanted a pickle," she said simply and shrugged, "could you get me a spoon?"
"But you hate pickles," Damon said opening the cutlery drawer.
"Yeah, but you don't, so therefore this baby must love them," she said taking another bite of the pickle while also trying to open the jar of peanut butter.
"Yay dominate traits!" he said grinning.
"Ugh, great," Elena sighed, "the baby's going to have black hair and be a mischievous anti-hero with sarcastic tendencies."
Damon went over and wrapped his arms around Elena's waist. "Yes, but it'll have your eyes, and apparently your love of peanut butter, blah," he said feigning disgust.
She sighed and said, "I'm sorry if this is weird," looking around at the several jars of pickled cucumbers.
"It's okay, but why didn't you just drive to the store, or call me to pick some up after work?"
"Oh, I didn't think of just going to the store, duh, and I didn't want to bother you with a non-emergency. I had been craving a pickle for hours, so I guess my brain started acting irrationally. Since we didn't have any pickles in the house, I decided I would just make them myself, I found the instructions online. I think it worked out pretty well," she smiled.
"Where did you get all the jars?"
"Oh I dumped some old strawberry jam down the sink and washed out the jars."
"Hmm," he shrugged and bent down to kiss her on the lips.
"Mmm, taste's pretty good, I think I'll grab one of those. Is this batch ready?" he said reaching to the nearest jar.
"Oh no you don't!" she exclaimed pushing her arms out protectively around the jars.
"Oh come on Elena, you have at least a two month's supply of pickles, and I can't have one?"
"Nope these are ours," she said with her hand over her belly, "make your own, the vinegar's in the pantry."
"You're mean when you're pregnant," he grumbled.
"Yay dominate traits!" she exclaimed and bounced out the door with a jar in her hand.