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"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Never."
"Please?"
"Bonnie…" Damon shot her a not so pleased look, as to warn her. His patience was running out with the little, stubborn witch.
"Please, Damon! I've wished for this for so long."
"But why now, why absolutely now?" Damon didn't want to give in, but Bonnie's pleasing eyes made it hard to resist.
"Because I've always heard that I'm too young for it, and now that I'm almost 19 and with you, it's finally time. I'm ready."
"Bonnie, be reasonable! I've never ever done something like that. I don't know how to take care of that... thing."
"That thing will be one of the cutest things you've ever seen. You're gonna fall the moment you see those beautiful, brown eyes."
"First: I don't fall, second: Why can't it have blue eyes?"
"First: Well, you sure fell for me, second: There's always a bigger chance that the babies have brown eyes. The brown is dominant."
"Well, what can I say? You've really grown on me, witch..." Damon strolled over to her and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "I'm sure you're just saying that because you want it to have brown eyes just like you."
Bonnie grimaced. "Damon, my eyes are green."
"Most of the time. They have this mossy green colour, and when you concentrate hard on something, or are mad, they get this brownish colour. Very attractive, if you ask me."
"Grandpa supposedly had brown eyes."
"Figures."
"So why can't we have one? We will care for it as a super mommy&daddy – couple. It's would be awesome!"
"As tempting as it may sound, I would have to say no. I like the whole super mommy&daddy – concept, and I'm positive that you'll show me later on, more specifically, when we're in the bedroom..." Damon wiggled his eyebrows at her. "And I don't like to share you with anyone. Not even a tiny thing like that... and they smell awful by the way."
"You sick perv, believe me when I say; there won't be any super what-so-ever between us two tonight, the way you behave! Of course it doesn't smell flowers, you fool. It's a pug, for Christ sake!"
"There will be, even if you want it or not, honey. Exactly: It's a dog, a freaking little dog that isn't bigger than a 2 month old baby!"
"FINE! If you don't like cute, little dogs, I'll go find a bigger one. Would that make you happy?"
Bonnie had this brilliant idea. Soon Damon would regret not wanting pug and going about it's size.
"It would still be a no, but if you got a pit-bull or something like that, I might think about it and then say no."
"Jerk. I'm out of here."
"It's almost dark outside, I don't want you to go out now. Where are you heading anyway?"
"I can take care of myself, and even if I couldn't, Tyler would be there to save me."
"You're going over to that dog? The hell you are!" And then the wheels started spinning and turning in Damon's head.
"Oh no, cutie pie. I know what you're pulling. – Not gonna happen." Damon said through gritted teeth.
"What?" Bonnie gave him her most innocent face.
"You wanted a bigger dog, and Tyler who is huge and fully capable to protect me, is exactly that."
"He's a werewolf, stupid."
"Indeed he is. But you just called him a dog a few seconds ago, remember, Dory?"
"Whatever! But you can't go to him. I won't let you, you're mine." Damon smirked as he remembered that he could easily stop her from going to that, exactly, dog's, house.
"Fine."
"Pardon me?" He was glad that she had given in, but surprised that it happened so fast.
"You heard me. I will not go there tonight, but I will go tomorrow and if you won't let me then, then I'll go the day after tomorrow, and even the third day after tomorrow if you again won't let me. Or I'll just wait for you to have a hangover, which btw is quite often, and then head over. Either way, I'm pretty sure Tyler wouldn't mind if I came over at anytime." Bonnie gave him a smirk of her own.
Damon was seething. The veins under his eyes appeared and his fangs came out. Before Bonnie could blink, he had her pinned up against the wall of the dining room.
"You know I would kill him if he tried anything, right?
"No, you won't. I meant what I said a few months ago."
"If you so much as spill another drop of innocent blood, I will take you down."
Damon snarled in response. Aggravated that it was still like that between the two of them.
"Fine."
"Fine what?" Bonnie knew that she was pushing him.
"FINE as in 'go get the little pug and stay the hell away from Taylor'."
"Oh my gosh, I LOVE YOU! THANKS!" Bonnie shrieked as she kissed Damon all over his face but didn't get a response back.
Bonnie leaned closer to Damon so that her lips were brushing his earlobe.
"He's name is Tyler, baby, and I would never ever choose him before you. And if someone as much as tries to touch a hair on your head, I will finish them off. You are the air I breathe, the only one I need to be happy. I just want a little puppy, I didn't think you were that much against it...sorry."
At her words he couldn't do anything else than lock his lips with her's.
"Fuck, I love you, my little witch." He whispered against her lips as they finally parted, panting.
"And maybe a little puppy isn't really that bad. We could look at it as practise before we get our own vampire-witch-baby. I'm sure you could do a little mojo-jojo to fix that." Damon kissed her again, more softly this time.
"Really?" Bonnie smiled against his lips.
"Really." Now Damon also smiled, and it was utterly hard to continue the kiss as both of them were grinning like idiots.
"Then maybe we should practise a little for the 'getting-kids-mission', don't you think?"
"Oh, superdaddy is more than ready if supermommy is!"
Bonnie yelped when Damon picked her up bridal-style and with vampire speed sped up to their bedroom.
Sooooo good or bad?
I was hoping that you guys would think they were talking about a baby first and then get "disappointed" that they were actually talking about a pug. lol. And THEN get all happy because they actually wanted to have kids after all. WEEE, mission accomplished or not?
