The bright afternoon sun shone down over the large landscape of our home. I found shade sitting on the portion of the porch step covered by the canopy of a large tree. I enjoyed spending the summer afternoons in Mystic Falls outside on days like this, much to the discontent of my husband, Giuseppe who preferred to keep me indoors. Always available to fetch the drunkard a burboun. Sometimes I wondered if I were worth anything more than that to the man.
The front door opened as our housekeeper Loretta carried out a tray with the ice cold lemonade I had asked for. I smiled and thanked the young dark skinned woman and turned my attention back to the little boy sitting on a blanket playing with his toy soldiers in the front yard.
My son was the light of my world. As my marriage went on and I went about my days as a quiet and obedient housewife, I wanted nothing more than a child. The day he was born was the day I began to feel purpose, and tomorrow my little boy would turn three years old.
I smiled as Damon fiddled around with his toys, making sure to add sound effects as he smashed the tiny wooden men together. His head was covered in a mop of curly raven black hair, much similar to my own in addition to the bright blue eyes that let out tears when he fell and scraped his knee while playing earlier in the day.
The little boy looked up and met my own eyes. His mouth perked into a toothy grin as he stood up and wobbled over to me on his pudgy toddler legs. I smiled as I bent down to pick up my giggling little boy. I noticed he had dirt everywhere. On his face, clothes, and hands.
"Damon, what am I ever going to do with you?" I said letting out a long sigh. He would need a bath now for sure.
He looked a bit ashamed, but after a split second, the wide toothy grin returned. "I was playing, mama." he said.
"I can see that." I chuckled, sweeping the curls out of his face. "What's your father going to say when he sees you?"
Not that Giuseppe saw his son very often. Since the day Damon was born, my husband showed very little interest in the baby. Except to scold him, he rarely acknowleged our son. Damon clung to me all day long. Not that I minded, considering it was never too hard to keep track of him. Though he may deny it when he gets older, Damon is most certainly a mama's boy.
I stared out the window of the nursery as I rocked Damon in the same rocking chair my mother used to put me to sleep in. I looked at the face of my sleeping son and saw nothing but the pure innocence of a little boy.
Earlier that evening, Giuseppe caught Damon in his study, a room he had been warned not to go in. I wasn't even allowed in there. I'm not sure what it is he's hiding but regardless, Giuseppe let out his rage on my son.
After the spanking had ended and Giueppe had gone back to his drinking, I crept over to my sobbing little boy. I carried him back to his room and begun rocking him to sleep.
I placed my lips on top of his head, kissing him.
"It's just you and me, Damon." I said in a low tone of voice, almost a whisper. "I promise, I'll never let anyone hurt you. Mama's here."
A/N: This short one shot came to me after watching the recent episode of the Vampire Diaries. I hope you enjoyed!