A/N: Hey guys! So I'm back! Yay! And this one will be longer. Yay!

Anyway, I'd like to state that even now, that I SUCK at updating regularly. Though this time I have a legitimate excuse... We're moving... From Australia to Sweden! How insane is that! Far out... Anyway..

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Prologue

Love is not about finding the right person, but creating a right relationship. It's not about how much love you have in the beginning but how much love you build till the end.

Sophia POV (Damon's mother)

"This sucks!" My five-year old son complained with a stubborn stomp of his foot.

Breathing a loud sigh, I gently rubbed at the stress induced wrinkles shaping my temples. Closing my eyes, in search of a brief moment of peace, I set the newpaper back on the table, before contuning my journey out of my seat towards my adorably so pouting son.

Studding his heartbroken expression with concern, I placed the palm of my hand on his shoulder in attempt to soothe him.

"Damon..." I breathed, noticing the fact that he was swiftly avoiding any eye contact or comfort I had to offer. "Look at me, honey..." Sighing, I sent him a quiet smile of gratitute as his piercing blue eyes returned back to my own.

"I'm sorry, okay? I am. I know you liked it here. I did too." Extending a hand out to stroke the smoothe surface of his cheek.

"Then why do we have to move?" He stated, his innocent features twisting into a look of determination.

"If you like it here, and I like it here... the why do we have to move? That's two against three momma! Dad can't make us move if its two against three!"

Smiling at my boys innocence, I moved my hand up to his raven hair. Stroking the the fiery strands of wild curls.

"Damon, I'm sorry, but it doesn't work like that... You're dads work was transferred to Wollongong, we don't have a choice."

"But if you don't wanna leave, and I don't wanna leave then that means that we don't. Its politises momma. We get to vote now a days." He spoke with a passionate smile. The happiness soon returning to his icy orbs as he rolled them at my 'old person logic', as he was so kind to point out every choice he got.

Allowing a warm smile to curve my own lips, I nodded my head in amusement. "Politics, honey. But no, sweetie. No voting this time. We're already leaving, you're rooms all packed. We had a talk about this last week, remember?"

Dropping his head in defeat, Damon set off towards the front door, stomping his feet dramatically. Loud enough to annoy the neighbors. A fact, I'm sure he was well aware of.

"Damon," I frowned as he opened the front door of our apartment. "Where are you going?"

Twisting his neck, he gave me a sad look over his shoulder before releasing a sigh.

"Ric's."

"But it's raining outside?" I questioned with an arched brow.

"I know, momma, but I really want to say goodbye to him before we leave tomorrow and... and he's driving up to visit his nonna's tonight and he's staying there all weekend..." Damon said, the exhaustion and tradgedy in his voice were easily heared.

Smiling softly at my son's maturity, I grabed the car keys off the kitchen counter before pulling on my boots with a sigh. I felt terrible for him. Absolutely terrible.

Alaric has been his best friend since they were three.

Though I shared his pain, I couldn't help but feel the tiny tinge of proudness overcoming me at my babies maturity regarding the current situation.

"Then how about I drive you?" I said with a gentle smile.

Nodding in acknowledgement, he returned my smile warmly. "That'd be nice."

"Such a shame you guys have to leave..." Maria Saltzman said with a frown.

"Yeah, and I feel so bad for the boys, you know? I hate having to tear them apart like that." I responded, a sour smile quirking my features.

Nodding in agreement, Maria simply sat there silently. Not sure what else to say.

I'd always liked her, though I'd be hard pressed to call her a close friend. More like aquaintences.

Nothing like it used to be. We used to be close. Closer than close. She was my best friend, and then she just dissappeared along with Peter.

She just went silent.

Peter is Alaric's father, or was I suppose would be a more appropriate term. I mean its not like he died or anything, but I'm sure it feels that way to Maria and Alaric. For the man they love is gone. Seemingly beyond redemption.

Poor Ric, having to live in a house full of grief and and anger. The baby was barely six, and already he was getting used to a life of neglection and silence.

Even though I'd offered to help out. Take care of him while she and Peter sorted things out, they would never let me. And what was I to do? It's not like they were treaing him badly in any way. He was a well fed, well dressed and well mannered little boy. Just a lonely one at that.

Maria had a very closed off personality. Doesn't trust easily, never really said that much. More of the quiet type I suppose. At least she is now.

Before the accident with Peter's sister, she was like a sister of my own. Funny, caring, loyal. The best friend I could've asked for, and a great mother to Ric.

Though who could blame her, with Peter in the house, I'd be pretty quiet myself. I mean, what are you supposed to say the love of your life, when they've dug a hole so deep as Peter has. To someone who's completely transformed into a different person. A person of anger and rage. Someone who's only comfort came from a cheap beer bottle.

Which was part of the reason that Maria and Alaric were going up to vistit her mother. An escape, even just a brief one.

Though he'd never physically hurt any of them, the emotional messes he was stirring up was enough to ruin anyones day. Everyday.

Sadly, this had been the case for the past year now. No matter what I'd do, I couldn't help. Not really. No more than anybody else. They woldn't let me.

And so, it remained like this. Me, sending them monthly paymemts that were ment to pay for therapy- though I doubt either of them ever went, and Alaric spending most of the time at his grandmother's house.

Curling my brows into a delicate frown at the sight of the clock hanging graciously above the doorframe, I released a sigh.

"Damon, honey? It's time to go. It's getting late and Ric needs to leave soon if he's going to get to his nonna's on time."

Arching a brow as I was greeted with nothing more than silence, I hugged Maria goodbye whilst handing her a yellow post-it with our new address on it. Telling her to visit whenever she felt like it. That she and Alaric were always welcome in our home, before heading towards the living room where the boys had been playing.

Spotting the two of them hugging tightly in eachothers embraces in front of the wooden door leading to their front portch.

Chewing on my bottom lip gently as the two boys separted, I sported a warm smile in Alaric's directon.

"You can come visit whenever you want, and we'll be back too. Okay?"

Wiping at his puffy cheeks Ric returned the smile with an equal amount of warmth.

"Thank you, Mrs. Salvatore."

Patting him lightly on the back in a motion of support, I leaned down to gently press a feather light kiss to his cheek.

"I told you, sweetheart, Sophia is more than okay."

Looking over at Damon, I nodded towards the front door. "You ready to go?"

Wiping at his own puffy cheeks, Damon returned my nod with another smile at Alaric.

"Yeah. Bye, Ric. I'll see ya soon, 'kay?"

Quirking his own features into a breif smile he replied with a simple, "'kay."

With a final glance over his shoulder, Damon and I walked across the street to our awaiting car.

Our new life, just hours away as our old one came to an end as every second of the clock ticked by.

It was a rather suprisngly quiet morning. In a metaphorical way, that is. Although my anxiety levels may have gone down, the ringing in my ears from all the trucks moving in and out of our garage was utterly ridiculous. My ears had been ready to explode.

Now, though it seems anything couldn't have gone smoother. The trucks arrived on time, everything was packed well before that, no last minute anythings and now lastly we were a mere few minutes away from our new home.

The only thing that allowed this morning to be incomplete, was my husbands absence.

Although Guiseppe's absence wasn't really anything new, it still hurt. The fact that work always came first, even when he was the one who was insisting that his family move 2 hours away from the place Damon and I both adored. Our home.

It was always the same old rugged excuse. Work.

Shaking my head in attempt to loose the depressing thoughts of my once loving marrige, I took deep breathe and enjoyed this perfect day. Emphasis on the perfect.

The silence was irresistably peacful.

No quiet sobbing or outbreaks. Just simple silence.

Which, by the way was a welcome change with Damon in the car. Usually he could barely last 10 minutes in the car without any complaints. Now, however he'd been going on 2 hours. Frowning slightly, I looked over at my sons mesmerised features through the interior rear view mirror.

"Baby, you okay?"

Averting his gaze to meet mine for a second, he released a giggle. "Yeah, momma. There are just so many cows everywhere."

Smiling at his giggle, I breathed a light snicker of my own. "Yeah, honey. There are a lot of cows," meeting his gaze for a brief second to send him a quick wink through the mirror, I continued, "noticed how a lot of them are lying down? I never knew cows could lie down."

Speading his lips in a goofy grin, he released another high-pitched giggle. The most beautiful laugh I'd ever heard, it ran like a meoldy.

"Momma?" He asked, the grin still framing his chubby feartures.

"Yeah, pumpkin?"

"I don't think it'll be so bad here."

Smiling at the sheer happiness in my sons voice, I nodded.

"Yeah? Me neither."

"Momma?" He asked again.

"Mmm?" I replied, focusing on the road.

"Are we there yet?" Came the question I'd been waiting for. Oh, how I'd been waiting.

"Yeah, pumpkin," I said as we pulled up onto a small gravel road. Only two properties in sight, "we're here now."

Sitting silently in the back, I pulled the car to a stop at the front of a house. Our house. Our home.

Smiling as I re-traced the white structures of the house with my eyes, it looked even more beautiful than the pictures. Allowing myself to soak it all in... the huge deck, the swing hanging in the tree, the chipped paint along all of the outer structures, the magnificently hilly 4 acres that now belonged to the three of us.

Unclipping my seatbelt, I twisted in my seat in attempt to capture Damon's reaction to our perfect, new home.

Quirking my lips into a wide grin as I found him starring over at our new neighbors front portch.

The little girl playing on the grass with a brown fluffy dog to be precise.

Residing there, in the blue farm house, I suppose you could call it, were the Gilberts. Grayson, Miranda and lastly their daughter Elena Gilbert.

"Momma?"

Returning my attention back to my now, adorably so blushing son, I arched a quick brow, "yeah, honey?"

Smiling warmly as his features turned pinker as he reverted his attention back on the little girl, Elena.

"That's the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Actually, in the whole world..."

Releasing a delighted 'hum', the grin on my face only growing bigger as Damon's chubby features only grew redder, I laughted.

"Why don't you ask her if she likes cheese?"

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