Time will skip around a bit. I could probably help you out and give you a time frame before each skip, but then I would be a nice writer who gives you helpful clues that aren't imbedded in the writing. Wouldn't want that.
Elena hadn't been sick in five years. Now she was tucked in under warm covers and still shivering, sniffling and blowing her nose every five minutes.
"Don't get me sick." Damon frowned at her when she sneezed in his direction.
"I covered it with a tissue." Elena protested.
"You haven't been sick in roughly five years. I haven't been sick in about 140, give or take. I'm not entirely sure my body remembers what antibodies are." Damon edged backwards out of the room.
"That's a good point. Better start eating your vegetables." She blew her nose again before she noticed that Damon was about to leave. "Will you make me some more soup before you go?" Elena pleaded, putting on her sweetest face until it was ruined by another sneeze.
Damon grinned and disappeared beyond the door frame.
Elena picked up her book and thumbed through, trying to remember what page she had been on when Damon unceremoniously scooped her up off the couch and plunked her down on the bed, insisting she stay warm.
Damon came back in with hot soup after a couple of minutes, setting it on their bedside table.
"Sorry we don't have any trays. We're really not prepared for this kind of thing." He looked around the room as if he was realizing for the first time that tripping and falling on anything in there could now kill them. "I should probably go buy some first aid kits today." Damon mentioned as an after thought.
"This is the worst part about being human." Elena sniffed.
"Just wait 'til you get your first wrinkle." Damon chuckled. Elena sipped a spoonful of soup tentatively and then more assertively when she realized it wasn't that hot. She pondered his statement.
"Are you sorry we did it?" She asked, the question deceptively nonchalant.
Damon stood up from rummaging in the closet, extra pillows in hand. He sat next to her and slipped the pillow behind her head.
"Nope." A smirk graced his face, obviously seeing through her fake indifference. Then his expression morphed as he saw another sneeze approach.
She barely got the tissue to her face before her body shook with the magnitude of it.
"Oops." Elena sniffed. Damon looked grossed out, but he didn't sit back just yet.
"I'll be in the other room. Call if you need me." He tucked her hair away from her face, warily eyeing the used tissue, and left.
Elena's cheeks grew warm, wondering how they had gotten to this place. Even though she was pretty miserable on the outside, she had never been happier.
"DAMON!" Elena yelled suddenly.
"What?" Damon answered, alarmed. He set the papers he was working on down on the table and stood up to go find her.
Elena burst out of the bathroom, her every movement terrified. She ran a few paces towards him, then stopped, scrunching her hair in her hand. Damon wasn't sure how to react, at once wondering if they had a rat or spider infestation or something. She spun, turning to look at the bathroom like she might run back in. Then she twisted around again and ran the rest of the way to him, barreling into him at full speed. He still wasn't entirely used to his lack of super strength so he took a steadying step back upon impact. Jeez, humans are so weak.
"Damon!" Elena's voice was muffled with her face buried in his shoulder as she hugged him tightly.
"What? Are you ok? What's going on?"
"I took it! I took it." Elena said, looking up at him.
Then it clicked. Elena had been in the bathroom.
"No." Damon said, unable to believe it.
"Yes." Elena nodded slowly, fear and what he now recognized as joy fighting across her face.
Damon lifted her up in a hug, unprepared for the wave of exhilaration that crashed down on him. He spun her around before he set her back on the ground. The terror quieted and joy won over when she met his eyes then.
He held her face in both hands, laughing from the sheer happiness. He kissed her lips with passion and intimacy, then kissed every part of her face that he could find. His hands trailed down to rest on her stomach, awed at the life now growing in it that was his and hers.
"But I still have two months of school left." Elena said.
"So? You won't even start to show for at least two months, you can finish. You just have to make sure you don't get too stressed out." Damon added. Then, after soaking in his own words. "Maybe you should wait until after to finish." He reconsidered, looking very worried.
"No, I can do it. You were right before you freaked yourself out." Elena laughed. She sniffed, still a little sick. This was all coming on quicker than they had expected. Apparently they didn't remember how to use a condom properly. Damon hadn't needed to concern himself with one in a very long time.
He knelt suddenly, lifting up her shirt and placing more kisses on her stomach. Her hands nestled his hair in the way that he loved. He rested his head on her skin as though he could hear a tiny heartbeat he knew couldn't exist yet.
"This is real." Elena blinked down at him, her lovely smile a beacon for him. Damon grinned.
"Are you sorry we did it?"
Elena softened as she realized how ridiculous her earlier question was.
"Nope."
Elena was handling pregnancy pretty easily; a little morning sickness, the occasional wooziness throughout the day, but nothing too bad. Then the hormones started kicking in at about a month and a half after they found out.
He was sitting in the living room, going through more boring work papers when she walked by, stopped for a moment to look at him, and, just as he was going to say something snarky, sidestepped to plop down directly in his lap.
"Whoah…" Damon barely managed to lift his papers before they got crushed, assenting to her lips before commenting, "Careful what you sit on, Missy."
"Why are you so sexy when you're reading?" Elena squirmed in his arms, placing hot kisses down his neck. Damon was immediately disinterested in any sort of paperwork.
He worked his way up her shirt, recently enchanted with how her breasts had started to swell. He laid her back so she arched over the armrest as he fondled her. He was about to lift her shirt up so he could taste what felt so delicious when Elena's soft whimpers turned to little hiccups quite suddenly. Damon quickly withdrew his hand and pulled her back up so he could see her face better.
Elena was starting to cry.
"What's wrong?" Damon asked, stroking her hair. That usually helped when she was upset.
"I have no idea. My breasts hurt a little when you touched them, but I don't think that's why I'm crying." Elena half laughed, half sobbed. Damon started to crack up, but stopped immediately when her laughter turned to a death glare. Then, in another instant, she was crying/laughing even harder.
"I'm so sorry, I don't know what's going on. I mean, finals are two weeks away and I'm behind on my thesis, so maybe that's it. I can't stop, though, I really can't." Elena rested her head on his shoulder and twined her fingers through his, her shoulders shaking with sobs. He tried not to laugh this time, managing a kind smile while rubbing her stomach in a soothing way. She cried a little more before settling down.
"You know, this works on the cat too." Damon teased.
"Did you just compare your pregnant wife to a cat?" Elena hid her eyes behind her hands, exasperated but feeling better.
"Well, I like you a lot more than the cat and the cat never wins any arguments, so I think the comparison ends there."
"Damon." She growled.
"Elena." He said, playful.
"Shhhh." She rested her head against his shoulder again. In a few minutes she was asleep. Thinking it best that she should just sleep through the raging hormones, he carried her to bed and tucked her in under the covers.
He got in next to her and lay down. His pregnant wife. Elena Gilbert, the woman who had hated but enchanted him, and now she was his pregnant wife. Damon wasn't someone who believed in God, especially after all the carnage he had seen and caused, but if he did believe he would be thanking him. Instead, he thanked no one in particular while he watched her sleep and eventually drifted off himself.
"I never thought I'd be one of those girls who complained about this… but I feel fat." Elena stood in the middle of the kitchen, looking down at the recent bulge in her stomach. She smoothed her hands over her shirt, but it did nothing. Not that she really expected it to. The action was more of an idle wish.
"You aren't fat, you're pregnant. Don't ever let me her that from you, Twiggy." Damon shot her a hefty eye-roll. He was chopping onions on the table in front of her.
"So do you have the flight number?" Elena asked, her moment of insecurity gone, all business now.
"Yes."
"You know which airport? It's Long Beach, not Los Angeles."
"Yes." Damon answered patiently.
"And you aren't going to make mocking comments about werewolves, or any other sort of canine?" Elena said pointedly.
"I won't even point out a puppy if I see one, even if it's really cute and might make Barbie feel better. Happy?" Damon set down the knife and looked at her straight, bored and incredibly snarky.
"Just so we're clear." Elena crossed over to his side and took over chopping. "Why don't you peel those potatoes instead? Your eyes are watering."
"Are you practicing your mommy skills tonight?" Damon smirked, rubbing a tear out of his eye.
"I don't need any more practice. I married you. I'm pro."
"Aaaaaaah, that's a good one!" Damon pointed at her, a sarcastic level of amusement in his tone while he rubbed another tear from his eye and started peeling. Elena pointed back with a look that let him know she was only half-kidding. She just knew the moment Caroline got in the car he was going to start talking about the Timberwolves' chances in the NBA and Caroline would be in tears by the time they got to the house. He was very sensitive with her, but when it came to her friends, and Caroline especially, Damon was full blown, well, Damon. Caroline was not taking the break-up with Tyler well and Elena didn't think she could handle it right now. But Damon wouldn't let her drive since her recent dizzy spells had nearly caused her to faint unpredictably at least once.
Twenty minutes later, he grabbed his black leather coat from the coat hangers and left. Elena immediately texted Caroline.
I apologize ahead of time.
I've met Damon. I know what I'm in for. Caroline texted back. I'm just excited to see you!
He had told Elena he wouldn't, but he always managed to forget how annoying Blondie was when he gave his word to such things.
"I still can't believe there's going to be more of your genetics in this world. I love Elena, but that…just shouldn't happen." Caroline stated idly as she looked out the window.
Damon tried to get in touch with his inner yogi. Buddha. Quiet lakes. Flowers. Birds tweeting.
"Just make sure you don't, you know, drop him on his head or something when you're pouring your bourbon. Set the baby down, then pick up the drink." Caroline scoffed, pantomiming her words.
Kittens. Puppies. Oooh, puppies… No, Elena's pregnant and she will disembowel you if Caroline is crying when you get home.
Rage was Elena's new favorite hormone, so, with that thought in mind, he pushed the puppy comment back from the tip of his tongue.
"We're almost there." Damon said instead, teeth clenched.
"Elena! Oh my gosh, it's a baby bump! You have a baby bump! Oh, it's so adorable!" Caroline cooed, placing both hands on her friend's stomach. Elena patiently waited for her to finish.
"It's not a baby yet, Caroline. It's just a bump." Elena said, grinning when she recognized the murderous intent in him. If only she knew how he had suffered on that long drive.
"It's a baby bump. That automatically makes it cute."
"Hi! I'm your Auntie Caroline, yes I am!" Caroline bent over and talked to Elena's stomach like it had ears. Damon didn't know how she put up with her. Elena wiped the water off her hands, finished with the dishes, while Caroline yammered at her stomach. Damon let loose an eye roll he had been holding inside for the entire drive, inciting adorable giggles from Elena.
"Come eat, Caroline. The food just finished cooking."
"Damon, do you think you could find me some wine? It's been a long day." Caroline tossed over her shoulder as she sat down at the kitchen table.
"I got it." Elena walked over and kissed his cheek sweetly, sensing the old vampire murderer rising in him. She went up on her tip toes and pulled a bottle of wine from the cupboard.
"I'm going to let you two catch up." Damon said in a low voice that might have resembled a growl before retreating into the bedroom while the two girls started chatting.
It was going to be a long weekend.
I think I've been permanently harmed from the recent Delena events on TVD, thus the over-the-top cuteness. But you did say you liked the cheeziness in the epilogue of the last story, so I'm going to assume you don't mind my silent breakdown and rejection of all things upsetting for Delena at the moment. Plot will start to appear and I'm going to have to make them a little unhappy soon. Until then, don't forget to review, if only to mock my sappy writing :)!