Stefan's P.O.V

"Today I was walking home and I passed by this lovely old Victorian home. There was a boy sitting on the porch. Then the most beautiful girl ever came outside. From what I heard her name was Kennedy. It wasn't hard to hear they were yelling. I felt sorry for her. Then her brother beat the crap out of him. It was weird."

When I got home my sister, Letty, was all up in my business. Letty is two years younger than me. Then the doorbell rang. I went to answer it, but Letty beat me. I got a good look at him. It was the same guy from the porch. I went to go tell Letty, but she was in her room making out with him like there was no tomorrow. I thought it was a good idea to tell her through the door, but she was with her boyfriend so it wouldn't work out right. I guess I will just tell her some other time. "Outlaw, come here puppy." Outlaw is my dog I have had him since I was a little kid. It was weird when he didn't come when I called him. I went looking for him. I found him in the bathroom whimpering. "Letty, get in here NOW"

"What is it Stefan?"

"What did you do?"

"Nothing"

"Exactly you did nothing. You do nothing all day long, but sit around all day, and then when your boyfriend comes over you go to your room, and make out all night long."

"Whatever"

"Why don't you ask Damon where he was before he came here. Better yet I will tell you. He was at his girlfriend's, now ex-girlfriend's, house. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go to the vet's."

"When I took Outlaw too the vet's the doctor said there was nothing he could do, and that it was Outlaw's time to go. So I had to sit next to him while they put him to sleep. Today I went to the doctor's because I am a blood donor. I saw Kennedy again, she was crying. I overheard her and her mother talking. I didn't know she was pregnant. Shouldn't she be happy about it? Damon must be the father. "

When I got home I knew I had to tell Letty. She won't be happy with me but I knew I had to do it. I waited hours for her to come home. Finally, at midnight she arrived. She was crying, and I knew in my heart I couldn't tell her. Then she ran into her room. I knew something was wrong. I called our family doctor, Dr. Elijah Gilbert. When he came over I told him where her room was. Minutes later he told me that she was depressed. I waited months (five and a half) for her to come out. She never did. Then one night I went to the bar. There I saw Kennedy passed out at the bar. I asked the bartender if she had any drinks. He said, "Yes, she had a lot of tequila shots. Why, is she underage? I asked for her I.D. She showed it to me, and it said that she was 23."

"She's pregnant!"

"Oh crap. Should I call the ambulance?"

"No I got it" And there I was carrying her off to the hospital. I stayed the whole time with her. She was knocked out for a week. I never left. Then I heard some grunting noise and open my eyes to see that she was trying to get out of bed. I told her to lay back down. Then I told her my name because I realized that it must have been weird for her. The doctor came in and I then left.

"I saw her again. Kennedy. She finally introduced herself. She thanked me for taking her to the hospital the other day. We talked for a while. We had a lot in common. We made a date for today. It's in two minutes. I should go before I'm late."

I was a little late, and so was she. We walked in at the same time, and had a amazing night. There was flowers, and water. I didn't even drink wine, or beer because I didn't want to make her feel bad. She invited me to her sonogram. She told me that she just wanted to see if the baby is healthy. She didn't want to know the gender. She also asked me if I would like to assist her in looking for a new home. One where her baby could actually have their own room. "I would love to." I said.

"Lovely, we should meet up here at 7:30 A.M. My appointment is at 8:00. The house opening isn't until 1:30. so we could grab a bite to eat before we go if you would like. The house isn't too far from here so we wouldn't have to leave so soon."

"Right so are you gonna make the schedule or am I. No I'm kidding I got it. Be here at 7:30 A.M. The appointment is at 8. House opening at 1:30 and before that a bite to eat."

"Correct."

"Just one question."

"What?"

"When do we leave here?"

"About 7:45. We could get breakfast before we go. I know I definitely am"

"Sound like a perfect date." We were having such a great time that we lost track of what time it was. Next thing I knew we were being ushered out because they were closing. I realized that it was well past my curfew. I walked her home. I walked her up to the door, and kissed her. Then the porch light came on. I think she got embarrassed. "Looks like it's your cue"

"I guess so. I had a wonderful time."

"Me to. I look forward to tomorrow. Goodnight Kennedy."

"Goodnight Stefan." And that was how the night went.

"I got a call at about four in the morning. It was someone named Elena. I then realized that it was Kennedy's mother, or her adopted mother. I told Letty to get up, and get dressed. This is the first time she is out of the house since she has been depressed."

When we got to the hospital the nurse informed me that Kennedy was in labor. I left Letty with her parents. When I got into the room, she had already delivered the babies. They were twins, Alena Marie Gilbert, and one boy, Elijah Evan Gilbert. After being in the hospital for a couple weeks Kennedy was able to take them to her parents house. Soon enough Damon sent a paper filing for full custody. The case lasted for a while, but he lost. The judge granted him time to see them, but she got to decide when and where. Also who he was with. The judge said that they had to see him for a minimum of two times a month, but no more than five. I was happy that Kennedy got what she wanted. Almost what she wanted, she still didn't have a house.