A/N: I present you the third and lastpart of this fanfic. I'm trying to finish what I can finish this week, but it looks like this will be the last thing I write for two weeks at least. Thanks for everyone who liked, reblogged or left a comment. I hope you enjoy it! :))

After twenty minutes of him staring at the bonfire in complete silence, she starts to get worried. His body is so still, leaning forward in his chair as he stares at the fire dancing in front of him. She looks down at his hands, intertwined together. And with the furrowed eyebrows, he is one hundred percent Stefan Salvatore.

She bites her lips, wondering if she shouldn't have told him about what she saw, at least the last part.

"Stefan?" She calls him in a whisper.

He blinks slowly, getting out of his thoughts. He turns around and looks at her. Forcing himself to smile; the last thing he wants is to make her feel bad for being honest. But he can't help it; he doesn't know how he should react.

She smiles back at him, and she knows that now he's confused just like her.

He clears his throat, thinking that he can do this and actually talk. Little did he know, because now he is staring at her instead of the fire.

For the briefest of a moment, he gets lost in her eyes. And he smiles. Giving in to the little happiness and rush of adrenaline running through him since she told him. He knows that he shouldn't, that this can't be true.

But what if it was?

He licks his lips, realizing that his mind won't back away. He leans forward even more, this time in her direction.

His mouth hangs open for a moment. Thinking again about whether this move is wise or not. It is not, but it doesn't matter.

"I, uh, I want to see." He smiles, assuring her that this is what he wants.

She opens her mouth but says nothing. She bites her lips again.

"Stefan-"

"I want to, Caroline."

She looks at him for a while, searching his face, trying to decide whether he can take this or not.

He nods then, as if he's answering her.

He gives her his hand and nods when his eyes question him. She sighs before smiling. She lifts her hand, and after a moment of hesitation she actually gives him her hand.

The light around him is warm, and the candles' smell is magical. He already feels the steadiness and life in the place. They catch his eyes in the mere of a second, standing against each other, her hand lying on his shoulder while the other one is held by his own. His hand is holding her waist, gentle but so close. She throws her head back as she giggles none stop. And he is wearing one of the widest smiles he ever had. She takes a deep breath to steady herself as she looks at him again. Head titled, her hand strokes his shoulder.

Her eyes looking into his freely, nothing to hide or to fear. She leans forward and he does the same. But just before their foreheads touch. She gasps as she pulls away, bodies still glued together and hands in their places. She looks down and chuckles.

"Something telling me we gonna have a naughty child." He raises his eyebrows. "I wonder where he would get that from."

"Not me, obviously." She teases back.

"And why are you saying 'he'? It could be a girl you know?" She raises her eyebrows at him and he groans.

"Well, Caroline, you refuse to tell me if it's a girl or a boy."

"Oh come on, it's better this way, suspense is always good." She winks at him as he spins her around carefully.

"If suspense means that I don't get to know if my child is a boy or a girl then no, Caroline. It's not good."

"You know what? I'll never get used to the word 'my child'" She tells him with eyebrows furrowed, although her smile is still the same.

"Tell me about it." He says as he pulls her closer, cheeks meeting each other as she rests her chin on his shoulder while he buries his nose in her hair.

"It's a girl." He whispers.

"Huh?"

"It's a girl." He repeats again, voice not louder a bit.

"What makes you think so?" She asks after three seconds.

"I don't know. I just… feel it."

"Feel it, huh?"

"She will have your eyes, same golden hair. Her spirit won't be any different from yours. And hopefully, she'll be a control freak… just like you."

He smiles against her hair, enjoying the image he has of her. He can't see her face, but he is quite sure that she is smiling, and amazed of his guessing of course but he doesn't like to show off.

"I think she'll have your eyes." She says.

He chuckles before pulling away. Looking straight into her eyes and back to her lips. He doesn't think twice before kissing her. Slow and gentle, still feels like fireworks. They pull back only to go for another short one.

She giggles like a little child, and he grins like a fool.

And just like that, he feels something pulling him from his place, as pulling him from his body. The light is brighter than before, and he no longer feels the warmth of the place or the smell of the candles.

His eyes are closed, but he feels her hand in his own. He knows that he's back to reality. Slowly he opens his eyes, and he has to blink few times to break his day dreaming. He feels the track of that one tear on his cheek but he doesn't bother to wipe it away. He licks his lips, leaving a heavy breath.

She pulls her hand to wipe her cheek quickly. She looks down with a smile, polite, awkward and sad.

"I told you." She says.

"But it felt real." He says.

She looks up in surprise, and after moments of staring at him she nods.

"So, uh…" He clears his throat.

She presses her lips.

He looks down.

She looks down.

He looks up.

She is not looking.

"Do you…?" He lets out a breath; it looks like this is harder than he thought. But she looks up then, biting her lower lip with raised eyebrows.

"I mean if you want to…" He stops again. What is he even trying to say?

"I think it's a trick." She says. "I think this is exactly what Lily wanted, for us to be confused and… lost."

"What if it's not?"

"It has to be."

He nods without breaking eye contact. He doesn't want to push her, no he does but he won't.

"I didn't know my mom was a good director thou." He goes on. "It just… It felt too real."

She shakes her head slightly.

"I don't think this is the right time, I mean with everything going on with Mystic Falls and… us." She gulps. "I just think we should… let it go… for now at least."

For a second he considers the 'no'. He considers pushing for more because this? This is just her being scared. And he is so tired of her being scared from him, from them. He is sick of not proving her wrong.

But he knows that this isn't the right situation. There are just too many questions and mysteries. He can't risk that.

So he nods, jaw clenched and eyes not looking away.

"Whenever you want." He says, hand reaching for her own and stroking her skin.

I'll wait.