Author's Note: I put the original story as the first chapter, so here is the start of the new stuff. Kinda short intro, but yeah. Review what you think and what you would like to see in this story.
"Come again?" asked Damon, brow crinkled in confusion. Elena held out the pregnancy test.
"Eww, Elena I am not touching that. You peed on it!"
Elena rolled her eyes. "Just read it you big baby." Damon looked at the test in her hand. "Sure, you'll down a cup of O-negative but you won't hold a pregnancy test."
"Used pregnancy test, Elena." he shot back. His eyes studied the small pink stick, declaring the word "Pregnant" .
"Well it can't be lying, since you are so clearly in your I'm-pregnant-so-shut-up-or-I'll-end-you mode."
Elena glared at him. "I am not. But I will be if you don't shut your sarcastic face."
Damon raised an eyebrow. Elena sighed. "Right. Exactly your point." she said, taking a seat beside him on their bed. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be bitchy. Mood Swings."
Damon pulled her into his arms, placing the test on the table. "I hated those mood swings the first time around. Now nine more months of them? Somebody stake me."
Elena laughed, wiggling until she was comfortable, nestled into his arms. "How is this possible?" she asked, still staring at the test. Damon was also still staring at it.
"I have no idea. It was a miracle that you got pregnant the first time! Now twice? It totally defies all folklore. Vampires aren't supposed to be able to procreate."
"Well, apparently they can." she replied. "Three kids. Can you imagine what it's going to be like with another baby?"
"Oh God. Three little demons running around!" said Damon, in mock horror. Elena laughed and smacked his arm.
"Do not talk about our children that way! They are little angels."
Damon looked at her. "Angels? Today Ian kept shooting Nerf darts at my forehead."
Elena laughed. "But on the plus side, one of them missed and hit Tyler's eye."
Damon erupted into laughter, just as he had earlier. "True. Very true. He is my son, after all." he said proudly.
"Jeez, whatever." she said getting up.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm hungry."
Damon smirked, lowering his voice. "Elena, if you-"
She raised a finger. "Please do not finish that sentence. I swear you can turn anything into something sexual." said Elena.
He huffed, standing up to follow her down the stairs. "Oh, come on, Elena. I'm a man. I have needs." he drawled. He picked her up and carried her into the kitchen bridal-style, as she giggled. He set her down on the tile floor, then she walked over to the fridge, opening it and peering inside. Finding nothing, she huffed and walked over to the counter, filled with covered deserts. She licked her lips, cutting a piece of chocolate cake that Bonnie had made.
As Elena took her first bite, she sighed in content. Damon swooped in, taking a huge bite from her plate.
"Hey! Jerk!" she said, quickly taking another bite before Damon could.
"Oh, come on, Elena! Don't be such a hog!" he said, sneaking another bite.
"Damon! Get your own piece!" she complained. She pulled the plate away, but Damon pulled it back to him. As the tug-of-war went on, the cake toppled to the floor.
"Now do you see what you did?" he scoffed. Elena's jaw dropped.
"Whatever! You're the one who wouldn't let me have my own piece!"
"That piece was the size of two pieces!" he said. They both rolled their eyes, laughing and bent down to pick up the cake, bumping their heads together. They both laughed again.
As they cleaned up the cake, they said nothing. Elena threw away the paper towels, but slipped on a toy car, landing on the floor with a thud. Damon rushed over to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, helping her up.
"Yeah, I just bit my lip." she revealed, wiping blood from her full bottom lip. Damon stared at her lip, and he could feel the bloodlust coming on. He turned away, clutching the counter. He hadn't been this way in a while.
"Damon? Are you okay?" she said, after quickly wiping the blood away. "It's okay. I'm not bleeding anymore." she added, placing a hand on his tense back.
He slowly turned, the veins slowly easing. She touched his eyes, which only moments ago had shown the truth of who he was. What he was.
"Did you not drink any today?" she asked.
He shook his head. "No. We were so busy all day."
She pulled her hair back, exposing her neck. "Go ahead." she replied. It wasn't uncommon for them to share blood.
He shook his head. "I don't want to drink from you when you're pregnant."
"Damon, it's-"
"No, it's not. It doesn't feel right. If anything were to happen to our baby, I would never forgive myself." he said, touching her cheek.
She nodded, covering her neck. "Okay. If you're sure."
"I am." he said. He raced down to the basement and grabbed a blood bag, racing back up within the length of two seconds. He drained it, tossing the empty bag into the trash.
"Are you good now?" she asked him.
He nodded. "I think so."
Elena went to hug him, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder.
"You realize there's no way I could not love you, right?"
"Well of course not. I'm Damon Salvatore." he said.
She looked back up at him, glaring. He smiled, kissing her forehead.
"I'm just kidding." he said. She smiled back, replacing her head. "Believe me. I treasure every single time that you say that to me. And I love you too. I love you with every part of me. Without you, I would be a horrible, miserable vampire." he said.
She looked up at him again. "You are too sweet." she said, giving him a peck on the lips.
"I have my moments." he said, before pulling her in for another kiss, this one long and sweet. It was filled with emotion and love and desire. Every part of them felt on fire, just as it had 6 years ago on their first real kiss. Even now, Elena felt light-headed and Damon felt the fireworks. Her arms locked behind his neck. They were absolutely nothing like an old married couple. They still had the passion they've had from day one. He pulls back abruptly.
"Kids in ten." he whispers, speeding to the fridge. Elena set the chocolate-covered plate into the sink. She's grabbing a glass and Damon's bringing her the milk jug as the two sleepy-eyed Salvatores pad into the kitchen, yawning.
"Mommy? Daddy?" whispers Miranda.
The two turn as if they hadn't noticed their children were in the room until now.
"Yes angel?" says Elena.
"Can we sleep with you tonight?" asks Ian, hopefully.
"Sure buddy. Just let me pour some milk for mommy and we can go." says Damon, grabbing Elena's glass. He poured the cool milk into the glass and stashed the jug into the fridge. Elena took the glass and Damon picked up his two children, carrying them up the stairs and depositing them onto the soft confines of Damon and Elena's bed. As Miranda and Ian drifted off to sleep, the two parents peered over their heads.
"When are we going to tell everyone?" whispered Damon.
Elena shrugged. "Tomorrow?"
Damon nodded. "Okay. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
"Love you."
"I love you, too." whispered Elena. She looked down at her stomach, and at her invisible baby bump. "And I love you, my baby." she added quietly, smiling. Damon looked at her, reaching to place his hand on her belly.
"Goodnight Damon Jr." he whispered, and Elena rolled her eyes. He was already starting in on that. It was going to be a long nine months.
