Hello everyone! So this is my first TVD fanfic but I'm feeling up to the challenge, although I am quite nervous. Don't ask me why I want Elena pregnant, I just do and hopefully you won't find this strange, I just thought it would be a neat way to approach the perfection that is Delena. Anyway, that's all she wrote and all I'm saying on the subject, please read and review there is more where this came from if you guys like it! :)

"Elena's pregnant." Damon whipped his head around to his tall friend, snorting a laugh at the joke he was trying to pull. Although he didn't find it very funny.

"Ha ha. I'm cackling in amusement, now tell me the real reason you're standing in my living room looking like you've seen a ghost." Damon teased, wanting to know the true reason behind his visit to the boarding house. He smirked, trying to imagine what would have him in such a tizzy that he would joke about Elena being pregnant. He practically shuddered at the thought. As if they didn't have enough to deal with already. An extra emotional Elena was not on his top list of things he wanted to experience.

"Why would I joke about this Damon? She's pregnant. I don't know how the hell how, but she is. She told me today." The smirk quickly fell from his face as he took in the seriousness in Alaric's expression.

"You can't be serious. Vampires can't procreate." Ric sat down on the couch, rubbing his palm over his face, before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well obviously one of Stefan's little swimmers got through. I don't know Damon; I can't explain it, and all I know is that when I got home today I found Elena upstairs in her bathroom, a crying mess. At first, I just thought it was something about Stefan, and him being gone. It took me about twenty minutes just to get out of her what was wrong."

Damon shook his head, before sitting down next to Ric on the couch. "Elena's pregnant? " Ric nodded solemnly, not sure what words would to say in that moment. He wasn't sure he would ever find the words to fully talk about this situation. He felt like a failure. With all the supernatural entity's closing in around them, who had time to worry about normal teenage problems such as pregnancy?

Damon stood up from the couch once again, not being able to sit still. He wondered if this instantaneous twisting in his stomach would ever go away. What did they know about a vampire baby? Absolutely nothing. As far as he knew, there never had been one. Maybe it had something to do with her being a doppelganger. Hell that threw everyone for a damn loop in itself.

"Where is she?" Asked Damon, looking at Ric, trying to find something steady to keep him standing on his feet, although he felt the ground falling from underneath him, he could only imagine how Elena felt.

"She's at home in her room. At least that's where I left her."Damon flinched that Ric would be careless enough to leave her unattended, especially in such a fragile state. Without a word, Damon grabbed his black leather jacket off the couch and headed for the front door, not bothering telling Ric where he was going. And he didn't have to. He already knew.

….

He finds her sitting on her window seat, looking peacefully out the window. You wouldn't know she'd been in the fit that Ric had explained to him nearly an hour before. She doesn't turn to look at him, but somehow he knows that she knows he's there, silently watching her. Waiting for her to talk to him. She breathes in deeply, and he takes note of the way she has her arms awkwardly sitting on her sides, purposely not touching her belly. He frowns.

"So, I take it that drink that Alaric left for had a hidden agenda behind it?" she turns her head to look at him, giving him a small sad smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. It's like a stake to his heart. He's never seen her look so broken.

"He has good intentions." He replies quietly. "I would have found out eventually anyway 'Lena." And he wonders why it took him so long to notice something different. Even now he can hear a faint thump that accompanies Elena's heartbeat, falling a second or two behind her own, and he can instantly tell it's her child.

She feels the beginning sting of tears in the edges of her eyes and the all too familiar lump in her throat as she tries to hold back the inevitable river of sorrow from her tear ducts. She shakes her head and sniffles, lifting her hand up to her cheek, wiping away the stray salty drop of water from her face.

"I know. I just didn't want anybody to find out. I didn't mean to tell Ric today…I just…sort of broke down. It's a great deal to carry around." He sits down on her bed casually, grabbing her teddy bear like he always does, trying to make this as normal as possible for her. Yeah, 'cause it's everyday that you have a discussion with Elena about her unborn child. He mentally shoots his sarcastic subconscious a glare, silencing him. "How long have you known?"

"About a month. I'll be three and half months along next week." Damon sat bewildered, not believing she'd kept it a secret that long. He'd noticed a change in her, although he'd been unable to put his finger on it. However, a pregnancy had never even crossed his mind, which was perhaps why.

"Are you going to keep it?" She gasped, looking at him with a fearful expression on her face. His face twisted up in confusion. She looked hurt. "Why would you even ask that Damon? I could never kill a living thing. I mean…God…it's probably not even bigger than my pinky at this point…" her sentence drops from the high crescendo it began in and lowered down to a minimal whisper.

"Come on Elena. Let's be realistic. You can't even bring yourself to touch your stomach, when there are layers of skin in between you and that fetus. How are you going to hold it, nurse it, care for it?" She can't bring her eyes up to his cobalt stare, knowing she'll find a look of pity that her psyche can't handle right now. So she opts for staring out the window. Watching the small children play hopscotch innocently on the sidewalk. She finds herself envying them of their narrow view of the world, wising vehemently, that she could return to that.

"I don't know Damon." She says shrugging her shoulders. Somehow finding the power to meet his penetrating stare from across the room. The distance, however, does nothing to suppress its intensity. "But I'm sure as hell going to try."

…..

They research day and night, but do not tell Elena for fear of upsetting her. This is new territory; they don't know how to deal with this. Sure, making master plans for saving her ass they were used to, they'd done that a million plus times. But this…it felt more fragile. This was Elena's child. Damon and Ric knew better than to believe that her nurturing nature would disappear overnight, and they didn't want her finding out ways that she could sacrifice herself to save something that in the end might kill them all. They really truly knew nothing.

After a week of rifling through Edward and Bella Cullen's shit information, they began to find things that they believed were useful, stocked away in the Isobel's old research before she went vamp. So far they found nothing, only supposed women in folklore that drank the blood of fetuses or new born babies. But never any vampire babies, literally born. Needless to say, their attempts were futile, and since they didn't see anything out of the normal happening, they decided they would try and fly by the handle with all of this. They had Meredith acting as Elena's OBGYN, since she already knew of vampires, and wouldn't want to run any crazy tests that weren't necessary and wouldn't need compelling.

It didn't take long for the news of Elena's pregnancy to travel quickly among their small group of misfits. Caroline had been completely understanding and waited on Elena hand and foot constantly, never letting her put herself or the baby in stressful situations. She absolutely dotted on her and the fact that there would be a small bundle of joy to take care of. But where Caroline was overly excited, Bonnie was overly judgey as always.

She never told Elena her thoughts on having a vampire child, but she yelled at Damon enough for it, somehow finding a way to make something completely on Stefan's shoulders his fault. And it pissed him off to no end. How could you let her go through with this? What if it kills her? You've always been known to make her make the tough decisions, why are you suddenly giving her free will back now?

Honestly, when asked those questions he never was able to give her an answer that would more than likely suffice. He watched her now, sitting on the couch her pregnancy bible, as she'd come to call it, resting on her slightly swollen abdomen and he knew why. She looked happy. It seemed that finally, Elena Gilbert seemed at peace with a situation that had been thrown her way…and he just couldn't take that from her.

"Damon?" her voice pulls him from his thoughts and he's quickly by her side in no less than a second, prepared to be at her beck and call. "Yes Elena."

She looks up shyly from her book, seemingly hesitant to ask him something. Biting her lip, she finally replies, "I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, and Caroline can't go, I was wondering if you would accompany me?" He's shocked, to say the least, that Elena would involve him in something so seemingly personal, but he doesn't question it.

He gives one of those rare smiles that actually reach his eyes, which in turn makes her smile before he gives his answer, "Sure."

Thought's, concerns, do you want to throw me under a bus? I'll never know if you don't push that little button down there and tell me how you really feel….

-Sunshine girl 010