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PAST
"But Damon, I don't want to go to bed. I'm not tired," Stefan Salvatore trailed off just as his 5 year old mouth widened, allowing a huge yawn to escape his lips. He huffed and crossed his arms, pouting, while a 12 year old Damon smirked. Damon adored his little brother! Who couldn't, with a heart so pure, eyes that shone like the moon grazing a sparkly lake with its rays of light, nose so small that it looks almost like a button and lips graced with a baby smile. Damon smiled, he knew what his face showed. He knew by how the nurse was looking at him, because Stefan was the only one who could let the feelings seep through his eyes and soul ... adoration and love.
"Come on, Stef. Your tired and you have to sleep. If your really good, I'll read you a story just to help you drift of into dream land," Damon soothed, he knew the last part was childish and un-like him. But he would do anything for Stefan, he loved him, he was the reason why he would stick around when he wanted to run away from his father cruel and malicious ideas, when he wanted to get away and see mother.
"Will you read me two stories?" Stefan bounced up, staring at Damon with intense eyes. Damon laughed aloud and held his hand out, implying he wanted Stefan to grab on.
"Anything for you, baby brother. But you have to be extra, extra good!" Damon explained, picking his brother up to rest in his arms. Stefan nodded his brown haired head eagerly, snuggling down into his brothers warm and inviting arms before beggining to suck on his small thumb.
Damon smiled and nodded goodnight to the nurse's who nodded their goodnights in return. He swiftly walked down the hallway and turned right, immediently bumping into a large object. Damon's first instinct was to protect Stefan but upon finding his father's cold glare burning into his eyes, he walked past and made for Stefan's room, ignoring his father completely while his father ignored him, not wanting to disturb Stefan from his slumber.
By the time Damon had reached the bedroom, Stefan was breathing softly and steadily. All the excitment had drifted out of his petite body and was replaced with soothing arms and warmth. Damon smiled fondly, as he lay Stefan into his bed before leaving his brother. As Damon walked into his room, he noticed that he missed Stefan. Rushing back into his little brothers room, he threw back the blue covers and hopped into the bed, carefully though, to not wake Stefan. Damon Salvatore slept well that night and aslong as he had Stefan Salvatore by his side, he would every night.